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Željko Ivanek poses for a portrait during the 2023 Tribeca Festival at Spring Studio on June 13, 2023 in New York City.
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#the way I was heavily hyperventilating for a minute straight when I saw the whole photoshoot oh my f god#I DID MY WAITING#Željko Ivanek#Zeljko Ivanek#The Walking Dead: Dead City#The Walking Dead#TWD#AMC#Tribeca
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Admitted | reesker | anxious!ava
Content warnings: panic attacks, sensory overload meltdowns, mentions of self injury (scratching/hitting), mentions of blood, medical talk
AO3 | Anxious!ava AU
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Sarah carefully shifted the bags of takeout in her arms, trying her best not to drop them as she went to unlock the door to her apartment. She fumbled with her keys a little but managed to unlock it, nudging the door open with her hip.
“I’m home!” She called, expecting an immediate reply from her girlfriend as usual. If Ava was home before Sarah she was almost always waiting to greet her with a gentle kiss on the cheek and mention of how she missed her that day. Their paths didn’t often cross at work and they were still trying their hardest to keep their relationship under wraps, so it was best if no one knew of their living arrangement either.
Sarah was a tad concerned when there was no answer or light sound of Ava walking down the hallway. She had left the hospital when Sarah had got there that morning, having worked a night shift before, so her girlfriend expected her to go home and rest. She saw Ava’s purse and shoes by the door, so she must be home, but there was no sign of her anywhere.
“Ava?” Sarah went to set the food down on the coffee table, making quick work to take off her coat as well. She kicked off her shoes, not bothering to set them up nicely before she took off down the hallway.
She didn’t find her in the kitchen or the living room, so her next guess was their bedroom. Unfortunately there was no response from the blonde, who was so often loud as can be at home. Sarah was getting a bit anxious, of course her brain jumped to the worst case scenario.
Noticing the bathroom door was almost completely shut, though still open a crack, she decided to knock.
“Ava?” She called out softly, “You in there?”
Silence, but then a small whimper. She knew that sound, knew the voice it came from. Sarah’s heart stopped for a second, half relieved to have found her but also still worried. Ava didn’t hide often, unless she was anxious or feeling ill. She hated to be a burden so whenever she didn’t feel well she would disappear, often drawing into herself and becoming rather snappy.
“Love? Can I come in, please?”
She didn’t hear any protest and was far too worried to leave her alone, so after a moment of silence Sarah opened the door.
Ava was in the dry bathtub, still clad in her scrubs. She had her legs pulled up to her chest and was slumped over them, cheeks reddened from crying. Her hands were clasped over her ears and was curled into herself, as if she could physically escape whatever was upsetting her in that moment. The posture and tears streaked down her cheeks clearly indicated a panic attack, but that wasn’t what worried Sarah the most.
Ava’s arms and neck were bleeding in multiple spots, clear scratches from her short nails having ripped the skin. They weren’t too deep by any means, merely a flesh wound, but it still concerned her girlfriend. She only did this when it got too much, when she couldn’t channel her emotions into anything constructive or healthy. This was a bad sign, something must have triggered a big meltdown if she had resorted to this.
“Ava...” Sarah sighed softly, trying her best to keep her voice quiet to avoid spooking her. The older woman didn’t make eye contact, just kept her eyes trained on the white wall of the bathtub and continued rocking slightly to self soothe.
Sarah crouched down in front of the tub, not touching her just yet, “Aves, hey. Can you look at me?”
She whimpered again, shaking her head rapidly. A gasping breath escaped Ava, her lungs clearly unable to get enough air with the way she was hyperventilating. Sarah knew she needed to calm her down, but she also needed to know what triggered this before anything.
“Okay, that’s fine,” Sarah replied in the calmest tone she could muster, “I want to help though, baby. Can you tell me how I can do that?”
Ava turned to look at her but even then it’s like she wasn’t there; her eyes were staring straight past Sarah as if she couldn’t focus on reality. It broke Sarah’s heart to see her like this, seeing her usually strong and fearless girlfriend so helpless and scared. Especially when she couldn’t control it or help much, Sarah found herself feeling just as helpless.
“Okay well I’m gonna ask some questions, can you nod yes or no for me?”
Ava nodded once after a moment of hesitation, letting out a shaky breath. She was clearly trying to be strong and stay focused on Sarah, but she was still shaking visibly and couldn’t catch her breath.
“Is it just anxiety?”
A quick head shake, Ava moving her hands back to cover her ears.
“Too loud?” A rapid nod, Sarah frowned as she knew she wouldn’t be able to ask specifically was what too loud and expect an answer.
“Anything else too much?”
Ava nodded again but didn’t elaborate. She was sliding down in the bathtub a bit though, clearly trying to shield her eyes from the harsh fluorescent light.
“Ava, did you do that?” Her girlfriend pointed at her arm, where a thin trail of blood was still running from one of her deeper scratches.
That was a mistake to ask, because Ava looked down at her arms and then promptly let out another sob. She shook out her hands aggressively, finally speaking for the first time since Sarah had seen her in the morning.
“I-I’m sorry! I’m sor- I’m sorry!”
“Oh, baby,” Sarah shook her head and leaned a little closer, “No, Ava, it’s okay. I’m not mad I promise.”
Ava didn’t respond, repeating her mantra of apologies as she tried to channel her energy into her stims. She went back to rocking and shaking her hands, not registering Sarah’s worry or words. It wasn’t helping though, just making her hands hurt, and she sobbed in frustration. Without thinking her hands found her neck and her short nails dug into the skin on either side. Neither one knew if she was trying to ground herself with the pain or just taking her frustrations out on herself, but Sarah knew she wouldn’t stop this by talking.
“Ava, no,” she tried to move as least threateningly as possible as she reached out, “Don’t hurt yourself, not again.”
“No!” Ava swatted at her hand but didn’t actually hit Sarah, quickly pulling her hand back when she realize what she almost did, “D-don’t care!”
Sarah sighed shakily, not knowing where to go next with this. She rubbed a hand over her face before speaking again, “Do you know where your meds are? Purse or coat?”
An aggressive head shake made her disheveled curls bounce, “Forgot! W-work.”
“You left them at work?” Sarah asked for clarification, realizing they were in trouble.
“Mhm.”
“Ava...”
“I’m sorry!”
“Ava,” Sarah tried to catch her attention before she lost it again, “Ava, look at me.”
It took a couple more repetitions before the blonde finally did as she was asked, staring at her girlfriend with teary eyes. Sarah knew this wasn’t her fault and knew Ava was trying her best, but it was always so frustrating. Not because she was acting out, really it wasn’t voluntary, but because Sarah didn’t know how to help.
“Maybe we need to call the hospital, yeah? Well go and get your meds and let someone clean up your scratches?”
That suggestion did not sit well at all, a rapid shake of her head preceding more tears. Ava kept repeating her disagreement, the thought of going back to the hospital clearly not desirable. She didn’t want to deal with more people, wouldn’t be able to handle all the beeping or the bright lights. It was hard enough to drown out when she was lucid and working, it would be nearly impossible to handle in this state.
“Hey,” Sarah sighed, “Okay I’m sorry. Can you sit for a second while I go get your earplugs? Would that help?”
Ava didn’t reply, breathing having worsened when her panic returned full force. Sarah apologized again and left the bathroom, promising to be back as soon as possible.
Even though she wasn’t much calmer with her in the room, the second Sarah disappeared Ava snapped. She blinked rapidly against the harsh lights of their bathroom, hyperventilating again as her anxiety rose. She felt like she was suffocating now, everything way too much as even the sound of the gentle hum of the electricity or the always leaking sink way too much for her. She tried to cover her ears but it didn’t help, making her sob even more as she became upset with herself for reacting this way.
Sarah had heard her sobbing from the living room and felt her heart ache for her girlfriend. She was clearly struggling and couldn’t communicate her emotions very well, it wasn’t fair to her. She called out to Ava that she would just be a minute, still searching through her purse to find the earplugs she always kept there.
Sarah had found them and was making her way to grab a bottle of water when she realized the apartment had become eerily silent. No more crying or repeated words, not even the harsh breathing that she had heard while in the living room. That made her drop the water she had picked up, rushing to the bathroom and fearing the worst.
Ava was completely silent, and for good reason. She was slumped down in the bathtub, head on the side of it and eyes closed heavily.
Sarah’s heart dropped, “Shit, Ava?!”
Her breathing was raspy and shallow, but Sarah could still hear it when she crouched down. She sighed in relief when she check her pulse and found it strong, albeit very tachycardic. Hyperventilation-induced fainting, if she had to guess. She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket, dialling 911 because she knew this wouldn’t be over when Ava woke up and wasn’t sure if she had hit her head.
She made the call for an ambulance and sighed shakily, cursing whatever higher being decided to put the woman she loved through this much pain. She sat with Ava the whole time after running to unlock the door, holding her limp hand and keeping an eye on her vitals.
Cesar and Courtney came into the apartment with a stretcher, clearly shocked when they realized who the patient was. It was difficult for them to maneuver Ava’s limp body out of the bathtub but they managed. After strapping her down onto the stretcher to avoid her falling, they checked her vitals again.
“I don’t know if she hit her head,” Sarah had said, asking them to put a C-collar on Ava just to be safe. Sarah of course followed them in the ambulance, still holding Ava’s hand the whole time as Cesar checked her over.
The next few minutes were a blur, following them into Gaffney and refusing to let go of Ava. Trying to answer Maggie’s shocked questions when she realized who was on the gurney.
“Get Connor,” Sarah mumbled, “Please, Maggie.” Despite Ava and Connor’s differences, she didn’t trust anyone else to treat her girlfriend in that moment. She nodded and paged him immediately, worry on her face as she stared at the unconscious CT surgeon in trauma 2. Sarah was trying to answer April and Doris as they set up the monitors, but she was so overwhelmed with what had happened.
“Maggie, what’ve we got?”
“It’s Ava.”
“Ava?” Connor Rhodes rushed into the room, eyes wide when he saw his colleague on the bed. His eyes scanned the gouges in her skin and her stats before he finally noticed Sarah.
“Reese, what the fuck happened?”
Sarah looked up at him with pained eyes, “I don’t know. I came home and she was in the bathroom having a meltdown. Something must have triggered her anxiety and she just lost it. I couldn’t calm her down and her meds were here and she kept scratching and hitting herself. I left the room for two seconds and when I came back she was out. Hyperventilation-induced syncope was my guess.”
“God, Ava,” Connor sighed and looked at the c-collar, “Did she fall?”
“She was in the bathtub,” Sarah sighed shakily, “I don’t know if she hit her head when she passed out. That was a precaution because I wasn’t there at the time and couldn’t clear her c-spine.”
“Okay,” Connor looked at her vitals before turning to April, “CBC, CPM, Tox screen, and a head CT, just to be safe.”
“On it,” April left to go make calls and get a blood draw kit. Sarah looked at Connor in alarm as he started checking Ava’s wounds.
“Tox screen?” She asked incredulously, “Connor, it’s Ava. Besides, she was on call today; if anything is in her system it would be her meds if she took them earlier.”
“Well then it’s not an issue, is it?” He spoke to Doris after that, “Get her on a nasal cannula and set her O2 to 25% please.”
Sarah blinked at him dumbfounded, “R-right.”
Connor turned to Sarah when she fell silent, sighing when he saw she had started crying silently, “Reese...”
“I’m fine,” she waved a hand at him, “Just... god this is a lot.”
Connor asked Doris to clean and lightly dress Ava’s wounds to prevent reopening if she woke up. He checked her stats one more time before turning back to Sarah completely.
“Hey,” he put a hand on her shoulder, “She’s gonna be fine. It’s Ava, nothing slows her down for too long.”
“I-,” Sarah took a shaky breath, “W-what if I hadn’t gotten home when I did, Connor? God knows how long she’d been panicking before I got back and this is already bad enough.”
Connor was about to reply when a familiar voice caught their attention, accented words very breathy and panicked.
“Get the fok off of me!” Ava was awake and trying to push April away as she was finishing taking her blood. The nurse quickly pulled the needle out and pressed a piece of gauze to the wound, apologizing the Ava because she knew she was just scared and confused.
“S-Sarah?” Ava looked around for her girlfriend and met her with a panicked gaze, “Wh...where?”
Sarah immediately rushed over and took hold of Ava’s hand when she asked for her. She didn’t care if anyone saw them at this point, she was just worried sick.
“We’re at Med, Ava.”
Ava held tightly onto her hand, “B-but...”
“I know you said no hospital, love,” Sarah said softly to soothe her, “But you passed out and I was worried about a head injury.”
“Yeah I’m not too worried about that now,” Connor put in, trying to lighten the mood, barely flinching at the glares both women shot his way.
“Sarah,” Ava mumbled, “No doctors.”
“Ava, you are a doctor,” she reminded her gently, “And you know you need to get checked out.”
“No!” Everyone in the room flinched at the unexpected outburst, “No more!”
“Ava, that’s enough,” Connor said, “You need a CT.”
“Fok off!” Ava shrieked at him, hands clasping over her ears for the umpteenth time that day.
“Hey hey,” Sarah tried to soothe as she put a hand on Ava’s bandaged arm, “Calm down.”
“Too much... Sarah, too much!”
Ava was quick to try and rip off the heart monitor leads, the machine’s constant beeping making her even more upset. She swatted Connor’s hands away when he tried to stop her, making Sarah tell him to step back.
“Doris,” Sarah sighed as she held Ava’s hands to stop her from hurting herself, “4 milligrams Ativan IM over two minutes, please.”
“Sarah, you shouldn’t...”
“It’s exactly what she takes in pills, Connor.”
“No, I mean-“ Connor hesitated and looked at the nurses in the room, deciding not to continue.
Sarah knew what he meant though, “Yeah, I know, sorry. You be the doctor, I’m the family.”
She just stood there after that, watching as Doris injected the first dose of sedative into Ava’s arm. She stopped fighting Sarah’s gentle hold and looked at her helplessly, tears back in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Aves,” the brunette said as she brushed Ava’s messy hair out of her eyes, “We’ll fix this, I promise.”
Ava slumped back into the lumpy hospital pillow, “S-sorry...”
“Don’t apologize, Ava,” it was Connor who spoke, surprisingly gentle,“We’re all here to help you.”
Ava fell into sedation after the second dose, not asleep per se but definitely non-combative. Sarah knew she’d be fine after the Ativan, though once she woke up she would probably be ashamed with herself.
“Okay, get her that CT just to be sure and then I want her admitted to the ward for tonight,” Connor was telling the nurses, “April, her labs?”
“Wait, she won’t want to be admitted...”
“I know, Sarah, but this was a bad one,” he replied, “And I want psych to talk with her.”
Sarah was about to say something until Connor spoke again, “A psychiatrist who isn’t as close to the patient, maybe?”
The resident huffed and nodded reluctantly, knowing she would just have to suck it up and be the worried family member this time.
“Just don’t admit her to the psych ward,” she murmured, “She’ll never forgive me if I do that to her.”
“This isn’t your fault, Reese,” Connor reminded her, “I’ll put her in the general inpatient ward, I mostly want to monitor her neurological function anyway.”
As they wheeled Ava away to go up to radiology, Sarah was stopped by Doctor Charles. Her attending looked from Ava to her, giving Sarah an apologetic look.
“Doctor Reese, a word?”
She followed Charles to the ED lounge, “Sarah?”
She didn’t want to answer, knew in his tone that he was concerned for her well-being and was about to psychoanalyze the situation. She was going to say something, anything, in Ava’s defense but she just burst into tears.
“Hey,” Doctor Charles pulled her into a gentle hug, one that felt more paternal than anything else in her life.
“I-it was so bad...”
“Meltdown?”
Sarah nodded, “She... she was inconsolable and scratched herself up pretty bad. I left the room for one minute and she just- just passed out on m-me.”
“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Sarah.”
“I thought... I t-though I lost her at first,” the resident admitted quietly, “W-when she stopped... when she stopped crying. It was so quiet, I w-was terrified of what I would find when I-I went back in.”
“I know, it’s tough. And that’s a terrifying thought. You were there for her, though, and she’s safe because of you, right?”
Sarah shrugged, “She’s...upset with me. She didn’t- didn’t want to come here.”
“It was for the best, Sarah. You did it because you care. She will understand once she calms down.”
“Is it always this hard?”
“What’s that?”
“Being the family member?” Sarah’s voice cracked again, “Watching this happen f-from the other side?”
Doctor Charles smiled sadly at her, “Unfortunately, yes.”
***
Sarah was pacing.
It’s not that she wanted to, or really had a reason. They had gotten the all clear, Ava didn’t have any visible head injury and her cuts were all superficial. She was fine physically and the psychiatrist was adjusting her medication. Ava would be fine, but Sarah was still pacing.
“How is she?” Connor asked, peeking his head into the room.
The woman in question was asleep on the patient bed, still in her scrubs because no one wanted to subject her to the stress of being changed by others. She had blankets tucked around her and her arms and neck were bandaged, mostly to stop her from picking at the wounds if she panicked again. She looked so peaceful, more peaceful than Sarah had seen her in a while, but it still hurt.
“Still out,” she said quietly, “They gave her another kind of sedative and want to start her on aripriprazole. Talking about occupational therapy too, though I know she’ll hate that.”
“How did this get so out of hand?” Connor wondered, “She seems so stable some moments and then all of a sudden she’s overwhelmed.”
“That’s the problem with anxiety based disorders; they don’t always need a reason or a context.”
“She looks so small in that hospital bed,” Connor sighed, eyes landing on the blonde who usually took up so much space with that personality of hers, “I kind of wish she was awake, it’s too quiet without her constant snide comments.”
He was trying to lighten the mood, she knew that, but Sarah didn’t find it all too funny. Instead she stopped her pacing to look at him seriously,
“This is happening more frequently, Connor. I’m worried to leave her alone sometimes.”
“I know, Reese.”
“I just-“ Sarah’s words were interrupted by someone else’s, this time though, they weren’t as hostile.
“Sarah,” Ava was looking at her in confusion, “Bokkie.”
“Who?” Connor asked, not understanding the word but assumed it was a nickname because Sarah responded to it. Whatever it was, sounded cheesy and so out of character for Ava.
“I’m right here, Aves,” she ignored Connor and made her way over to her girlfriend. Connor sighed and excused himself, deciding to not insert himself in whatever dynamic was going on here. Ava grabbed at Sarah’s hand, frowning when she saw the bandages on herself.
“That bad?”
���Yeah, a little,” Sarah replied as she pulled the visitor’s chair up to the side of her bed, “But we got through it.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t apologize, you can’t control it.”
Ava shook her head, “I... I don’t even know what happened. I took a nap when I got home but then I woke up so anxious.”
Sarah hummed, “You were still in your scrubs.”
Ava looked down and noticed no one had put her in a gown, “Yeah.”
“Did that trigger anything? You said the texture makes you uncomfortable some days.”
“Maybe,” she nodded, “I was so worn out, had back to back emergency surgeries last night. I just woke up and I couldn’t breathe it felt like there were bugs all over me... tried to take a bath but couldn’t focus.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Not your fault,” Ava replied and brought Sarah’s hand up to press a kiss to the back of it.
She sighed at the contact and dropped her forehead to rest on Ava’s shoulder, “I was so scared, Ava...”
“What did I do? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Sarah sat up and shook her head when her girlfriend panicked a little, “No no, not at all. You were just inconsolable and said you left your pills here. You snapped a few times when I wanted to bring you here and I went to go find your earplugs for you. But when I came back you had passed out in the bathtub...”
“Oh...”
“I was terrified, Ava,” she admitted, “I thought I’d lost you at first.”
“Oh, love,” Ava sighed, “I’m so sorry, I can imagine that was scary. I’m sorry I put you through that.”
“It wasn’t your fault; not really. You can’t control it and I never blame you for the meltdowns. I know you’d never lash out or anything like that on purpose. I was just afraid I wouldn’t be able to help you.”
“Sarah?”
“Yeah?”
“Come here,” Ava scooted over on her bed and gestured for her girlfriend to take down the railing. Sarah laughed a little and did as she was told, getting on the bed as gracefully as she could. Ava immediately curled up against her, clinging to the one person she knew she could trust.
“You always help me,” she said softly, “And I am so so grateful for how patient you always are. You’re a saint, Sarah, really.”
“It’s my job,” Sarah replied, “Quite literally. But also as your girlfriend, of course I’m going to help you through the hard times.”
“You’re the best,” Ava concluded, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
She flushed at that, “It’s really hard to be the family... to be on the other side of it all and have no control. It’s really scary.”
“What, you didn’t boss Connor and the nurses around the whole time? I distinctly remember you ordering a intramuscular Ativan dosage.”
“I tried,” Sarah admitted, “Connor made me stop after that though. Thinks I’m too involved.”
Ava laughed, “Well, you kind of are,” two more kisses dropped along her jawline, “But I’m not complaining.”
“You’re mighty affectionate right now,” Sarah mumbled shyly, trying to pretend that she wasn’t blushing like crazy.
“Just thankful,” the blonde replied and snuggled a bit closer to her, “And sleepy.”
“You’ve had a long day,” Sarah replied, “And a lot of sedatives. You deserve to rest.”
“They’re making me stay tonight, aren’t they?”
Sarah nodded, “Observation. You hit your head in the fall and, while your CT was clear, Connor is worried about a concussion.”
“When’s psych coming?”
“I told Doctor Charles to stop by tomorrow,” Sarah said sheepishly, “Figured you wouldn’t want to see anyone tonight.”
Ava sighed, “And for that, I am thankful. I’m too tired, I don’t wanna be shrinked right now.”
“Shrinked,” Sarah repeated the fake word with a small laugh.
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
Ava looked at her with a small pout, “Can you stay tonight? I really hate hospitals.”
“Ava, you work here.”
“Okay, I hate being the patient. You know that.”
“Yeah, I’m just teasing,” Sarah promised, “Of course I’ll stay, if you want me to.”
“Yes please.”
They lapsed into silence for a while, Ava cuddled close and Sarah enjoying the finally calm moment. She pulled Ava gently into her arms at one point, holding her against her body and breathing an internal sigh of relief. She finally felt herself relax for the first time that day, with her girlfriend safe and close after so much stress and worry.
“Sarah?”
“What’s up, love?”
Ava flushed a little and tugged at her scrub top, “Uncomfortable again... do you have a gown for me?”
Sarah laughed and nodded, helping her sit up, “C’mon, I’ll help you.”
#OUCHIE#chicago med#ava bekker#sarah reese#connor rhodes#reesker#chicago med fanfiction#chicago med one shot#my-writing#my aus#anxious!ava
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Chapter 3 of Apocalyptic AU - Sanders Sides
This is a little late, but here it is!
Word count - 1297 (shorter I know)
Pairings - Some (faint) background Dukeciet
Warnings - (Spoilers) Swearing (One word), panic attacks, slight blink and you miss it paranoia, zombies, Remus with a weapon (help)
Characters - Virgil Sanders, Remus Sanders, Deceit (Devan) Sanders
Previous chapter - Next chapter
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The next morning, they ran into a problem. Virgil, who was taking inventory while Remus helped Devan bandage up his face, was the first one to realize this.
“Guys? There might be an issue…”
“What do you mean?”
“We don’t have any food,” Virgil held up an empty rucksack to demonstrate.
“Impossible,” Devan got up, despite Remus’ protests, and strode over, “We raided someone’s house just yesterday. How could we be out of food already?”
“I don’t know, but this is the only thing left,” he gave Devan a loaf of bread that looked like it had gone stale back in prehistoric times. Devan sighed heavily, knowing that it wasn’t humanly possible to even bite into the bread. Tossing it over his shoulder, Devan strode over to Virgil and took the bag out of his hands, and started filling it with the other things they need from around the make-shift campsite.
“It’s probably about time we left here, so we might as well stop off at a supermarket or gas station on our way to a new safehouse.”
“Yeah, I feel like this is just past its expiry date too.” Devan and Virgil turned around to find that Remus had grabbed the bread and somehow bitten off a chunk and was chewing it with a slightly interested face, as if he wasn’t sure if he liked the taste or not.
“How are you- actually never mind I don’t want to know. Take this and grab anything you need.” Devan chucked a bag at his head then walked away to keep collecting his things. Virgil shrugged at Remus then walked off in the opposite direction to Devan.
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“Soooo, you decided where we’re going to get food from yet?” Virgil asked Devan as Remus skipped happily along ahead of them, a baseball bat studded with nails slung over his shoulder. “And also, why did you let Remus have a weapon?”
“I’m just trying to find a place that looks easily defendable in case we are attacked. I have no idea where he got that from.”
“I found it in a dumpster!” Remus had slowed down to match their pace and had started swinging the bat around, causing the others to give him a wide berth, “this way I can defend us if we are attacked!”
“Sure…, just don’t kill any of us in the process,” Devan ducked as another swing nearly took off his head.
“Can’t make any promises Dee-Dee!” Remus trilled as he danced ahead again.
“I don’t know how I put up with him alone for all those weeks before I met you, Vee.”
“Sometimes I have no idea either,” Virgil suddenly flinched, stopping in his tracks completely.
“You okay?” Devan turned back to look at him, and noticed that Virgil’s eyes were fixed on the bushes outside a house just to left, “What is it?”
“I thought I saw something move over there, like it rustled the bushes. Dee what if it’s, you know?” Virgil’s breathing started to quicken as panic set in.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It was probably just a stray animal. You know how there’s so many because there aren’t any people anymore. Calm down I’m here and so is Remus, and you know that we will protect you from anything.” Devan ran over and helped Virgil to sit down, hugging him close as Remus ran over and crouched next to them, an arm protectively around their shoulders.
“Yeah Vee. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m around,” he patted the bat next to him and gave Virgil what he hoped was a reassuring grin instead of his usual serial killer smile.
“Heh. Thanks guys. Sorry, I just –”
“You have no need to apologize Virgil. It’s okay to freak out with what is happening, but if you really did see anything then we should probably leave, to be on the safe side. Do you think you can walk, or do you need a bit more time?”
“Yeah, I think I can walk. Let’s go.” Virgil stood up shakily, but gathered himself and continued to walk, trying not to display his true emotions as anxious thoughts passed through his head like an unstoppable waterfall.
What if it was a zombie? What will I do if something happens to Dee or Remus? What if we can’t find food? If Remus and Devan are protecting me then who is protecting them? I can’t see them die. What if I die? Or if I’m turned? Would one of them be able to kill me to save themselves? I don’t want to hurt anyone!
“This place should be good,” Devan’s voice snapped Virgil out of his thoughts, and he realized they had found an abandoned gas station, “Let’s grab what we need then find a safe space to spend the night. I don’t like the feel of this place.”
Upon entering the store, Remus immediately ran straight to the aisle that contained all of the sugary food, much to the mutual disappointment of the other two as they realized how hyper Remus would be later. Virgil went to get some non-perishables, and Devan searched for canned food. He had just picked up a can of spaghetti when Virgil stiffened next to him.
“Vee? You okay?”
“I – I thought I heard something again.”
They both went quiet for a second, and to both of their horror, they heard a shuffling sound coming from the other side of the aisle, accompanied by a low groaning noise.
“Shit,” Devan cursed under his breath and turned back to Virgil, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
“N-no. This can’t happen.” Virgil’s breathing had sped up so much he was practically hyperventilating. He backed into the shelf and sank down into a fetal position, dropping the 2-minute cup of noodles he was holding.
“Virgil, I know you are having a panic attack, but you need to breathe,” hissed Devan, “In and out. That’s it. I’m going to find Remus, okay? Meet us out the back, try and get up on the roof or hide in a place where they can’t get to you. Can you do that?”
Virgil mutely nodded, his eyes tightly closed.
“On the count of three, I’ll run to Remus, and you run out the back. Ready? One, two, three!” They burst out from their hiding place, darting to their destinations like frightened rabbits. Virgil lost sight of Devan as he ran to the exit, only to find a group of someones had already beaten him there. A whole horde of zombies blocked the door, moaning and shuffling into each other with blank eyes and jerky movement. As his fight or flight reflexes kicked in, Virgil sprinted to the nearest open window and climbed out, not caring about safety. He needed to run, and keep on running forever until he was out of this crazy world. His vision tunneled as he ran away from the store, not realizing that Devan and Remus were still inside.
Virgil wasn’t sure how long he ran for, but by the time he finally slowed down, the sun was directly overhead. He sank down against the nearest building, all energy gone for he had been going on pure adrenaline and terror. Tears slid down his face, creating silvery tracks in the dust caking his face as he realized that neither of his friends were with him, and he was in an unfamiliar part of the city, and he was probably going to die out there all alone without anyone knowing who he was and they were going to find him and turn him and there were probably some already around the corner waiting for him to walk past so they could grab him and –
“Are you okay?”
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Being okay (Jancy fic)
Okay, my first s3 fic is a missing scenes one filling in blanks in 3x06 from the end of the hospital fight scene to when we next see Jancy and the kids at Hopper’s cabin the next day.
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”Nancy! Are you okay?! Are you okay?!”
She fervently nods her head in answer. Her gaze is locked with Jonathan’s and his eyes are wide with worry and fear. His large hands are holding her shoulders, steadying her. Anchoring her to this world, reminding her she’s still in it. Her hands reaches to touch his arms, to make absolutely sure that Jonathan is indeed still here too, right with her. He pulls her in closer, as close as he can and wraps her up in his big embrace. She flings her arms around his neck and lets the feeling of safety wash over her for a second. She’s in Jonathan’s arms so she is safe, Jonathan’s arms is the safest place to be. He whispers that he loves her. She knows, and she loves him too and reminds him of the fact.
But they can’t stay here. As much as she’d like to stay in his arms forever they have to get up, quick now to go see where that…thing went, whatever they’re going to call the thing that was created when the disgustingly… gooey insides of Bruce and Tom morphed together into one giant terrifying monster blob.
They get up together, him helping her up to her slightly shaky legs. She gives another ”I’m okay” nod and they dash out of the hospital. Down the drain. It’s going down the drain. To where?
”Where’s it going?” Max is the one to pose the question.
”I don’t know,” El quietly answers. None of them has the answer of course.
She puts a supportive hand on Jonathan’s back. He hisses in pain and winces. She immediately removes her hand, his reaction hitting her with a pang in the heart. She feels careless, for a minute she’s been so focused on… still being alive and Jonathan still being alive and that monster still being alive that she temporarily forgot what a savage beating he took. In front of her. Seeing Jonathan be hurt like that felt worse than being hurt herself. And god, what more did he have to endure when they were separated? How bad is it?
”Are you okay?” She whispers instead.
”I’m okay,” he’s quick to answer and reaches out for her hand instead. ”You?”
”Okay,” she simply answers. She’ll have to pry out a more accurate answer of him later because she knows that was a big fat lie. Just like he probably knows she’s not totally honest either when she says she’s okay.
”Okay what the hell was that?!” Lucas finally is the one to say it.
”Yeah, what the fuck happened in there?!” Her brother swears as he and the rest of the gang turn to look at her and Jonathan for an explanation.
”Where’s Mrs. Driscoll?” Will asks.
”She was gone, she wasn’t there. But Tom was. And Bruce,” she starts to explain.
”Who’s Bruce?” Max asks.
”He… was, a reporter at the paper. And an asshole.”
”Was? What happened?”
”Tom came in when we were in Mrs. Driscoll’s room. He wasn’t himself, even more than before, when we saw him last… now he was… he was something else. He came at us so Jonathan knocked him over the head with a vase and we ran. But in the hallway we saw Bruce and he was just like Tom… it’s spreading. There were people, doctors… lying bloodied everywhere.”
”It’s turning more…” El says. They nod.
”We ran. We locked ourselves in a room and tried calling for help but couldn’t get through. Then Bruce came… he got in… he said he was there for me…”
”I tried to stop him, but he was so strong…” Jonathan mumbles.
”Too strong. Inhumanely strong,” she asserts. ”He’s a big guy and all but he could lift you off the floor Jonathan, he could throw you across the room it was insane… and when he pushed me it felt like a freight train hit me.”
”Are you guys okay?” Will asks, worried.
”Yeah… I stabbed him with a pair of scissors, in the back, he was going to… Jonathan… I just had to stop him. It slowed him down but it didn’t stop him. Then he came after me so I ran.”
”I tried to get up but before I could Tom was there and…” Jonathan just gestures to his facial wounds instead of finishing the sentence. It makes her heart ache.
”Bruce found me… I got a fire extinguisher and hid behind some curtains. I caught him by surprise and just bashed him over the head with it… again… and again… until he was…”
”I got hold of the scissors and stabbed Tom in the neck…”
”You killed them?” Mike and Will responds at once.
”It was them or us…” she mumbles.
”They weren’t really human… anymore… but…” Jonathan adds. That is true. But still she doesn’t know how to feel it’s a lot… she… they, just killed their bosses. Horrible and… inhuman as they were still…
”They went still for a second then… the lights went out…”
”We noticed,” Will says.
”Then the body started… shaking,” Jonathan continues.
”Face turning… red… bloody… like the insides came out…” she adds.
”Then they just… melted…”
”Melted?” Lucas questions.
”Yeah,” she confirms. ”Their whole body just… melted into… goo… that formed into a blob that just… started moving, crawling down the floor.”
”They met in the middle and merged into one and turned into… that… what you saw.”
Everyone stands quiet, processing. Unsure of what to say about what just happened.
”El, thank you. Thank you so much I thought I was…” She says. Jonathan’s grip of her hand tightens. She squeezes his hand back.
”You’re welcome,” El quietly says.
”What do we do now?” Lucas asks.
”We go home,” she decides. ”Everyone in the car.”
”Are you okay to drive?” Jonathan whispers as they walk towards her mother’s station wagon, the kids behind them.
”Yeah,” she quietly confirms.
In the car soon as she’s turned out of the parking lot Jonathan puts his hand on her arm. She adjusts, slinking her small hand into his large hand and they stay like that the rest of the journey. In the back the kids are talking.
”We have to find out where it went,” Mike says.
”How many flayed are there?” Max asks.
”Could be dozens,” Lucas estimates.
”Or more,” Will adds.
”We have to stop it,” Lucas says.
”To do that we need to know where it is,” Mike mutters.
”I can look… in the void,” El says.
”For the Mind Flayer?” Will asks.
”No, for them… Tom, Bruce… Heather…”
”When? Tonight?”
”Tired…”
”Okay,” she cuts in. ”We need to know where it’s hiding. We have to kill it. El can look in the void. And I have some leads we can try. But we’re not doing it tonight. El’s tired. We’re tired. We do it tomorrow.”
All the kids nod.
”Sleepover in the basement?” Mike suggests.
They all nod again, she sees in the rearview mirror.
”Nancy is that you?” Her mom’s voice calls from the living room as soon as they’ve stepped through the door into the hall. She looks at Jonathan, bloodied and bruised and drenched in sweat and he looks back at her and she knows she looks about the same.
”Yeah… thanks for letting me use the car all day um, I just picked up Mike and his friends…” she turns to Mike and the others and mouths ”Cover for me!” And they all nod. ”Uh, but I have a headache I think I’m just gonna go to bed. Night!”
She drags Jonathan up the stairs with her while Mike and the others go into the living room and ask their mom if it’s okay that they have a sleepover. She and Jonathan goes straight for the shower.
”Wait,” Jonathan stops her when she goes to take her dress off. ”Careful, there’s glass…” he explains and gently starts picking shards of broken glass from her hair.
Her mind casts her back to the moment just before the window shattered above her as El threw the monster through it, to when the monster was over her and she was sure she was going to die.
”It’s okay, I got you, I got you,” Jonathan calms her as she reflexively clasps onto him as her pulse races. he holds her steady with one arm while he continues to pick out glass shards with one hand. ”I got you. It’s okay,” he tells her when he’s finished and holding her shoulders with both hands.
She nods and starts to undress. He does the same, pulling his t-shirt over his head. She looks up and sees the reflection of his back in the mirror. The sight makes her gasp.
”Jonathan, your back…”
”Your back,” he repeats, turning her around to inspect hers which she knows undoubtedly is heavily bruised from being thrown into a wall. Twice. But it’s nothing compared to Jonathan whose entire back is covered in severe bruising in different shades from blue to purple to straight up black. One big mark in particular stands out, it must’ve been where the chair hit him.
”No your… you…” she starts but can’t get any more words out. Seeing his bruises, thinking about Jonathan being choked, being thrown across the room, being hit with a chair, and whatever else happened to him when they were separated… it hurts her much more than her own bruises and brings tears to her eyes.
”Hey, hey it’s okay… I’m okay, really…” he softly says and pulls her into a hug.
”No you’re not…” she insists, mumbling against his chest.
”Okay fine but… hey it’s over now… it’s over and we’re both still standing… in that way it’s okay. Come on.”
He leads her into the shower and pulls the curtain. Holds her hands as he turns the faucet and water sprays down on them. He lets her wash first and gently helps her clean her back, feather light touch so careful not to hurt her in the slightest. She closes her eyes and turns her face close to the spray to wash all the gunk off her face. The image in her mind of that thing on top of her, baring its teeth and slobbering over her, is one she’d love to erase from her memory but it’s there every time she closes her eyes. In a flash her mind jumps back two years ago and another image of another monster who wouldn’t leave her alone. Then she had a panic attack in the shower, almost hyperventilating as she felt like she was back there, in the Upside Down all alone with the monster.
She’s not alone now though. She turns into Jonathan and he wraps her in a hug. She rests her forehead on his shoulder. He whispers words of comfort and sweetnothings in her ear. She’s able to gather herself. She moves him under the spray and helps him clean up, careful of his wounds and back.
Just like she has taken to leaving a few items of clothing of her own at his house for all the times she stays the night there, some of his has ended up in her closet for the same reason. She goes digging there when they’re out of the shower. Hands him a pair of boxers and snags one of his t-shirts for herself. It’s her favorite kind of nightie now. Something else catches her eye. His yellow pajama pants. They ended up here because the first time she invited him over to stay the night sweet Jonathan brought them with him because he ”didn’t want to be presumptuous”. She had told him then that he looks very cute in them but that she also very much likes him in less, and since then he’s always just sleeping in his underwear around her like he’d normally do. Another tiny little privacy barrier of Jonathan Byers that she was pleased to get through. But the yellow pajama pants themselves holds a special place in her heart, forever associated with that night, their first night together. Well, their first together like that. She puts them on now for added comfort.
Jonathan’s sitting down on the edge of her bed when she turns around. She looks him over, again wincing at his injuries.
”Hey,” she softly says as she steps over to him.
”Hey,” he answers, looking up at her as she cups his cheeks and inspects his facial wounds.
”How are you, really? Don’t say okay. Let me take care of you.”
”Okay. I… could use an aspirin.”
His gallows humor makes her grin.
”Okay. Hold on I got some in my purse.”
She retrieves it and watches him swallow the pill.
”Are you dizzy?”
”No.”
”Really?”
”Yeah.”
”What… happened when we were apart? Please tell me.”
Jonathan hesitates for a moment, then shares.
”Okay… I tried to get up but Tom slammed me down again… and into a cabinet… and a cart… and I went out for a second when he slammed my head against the floor but…”
”Jonathan…”
”I’m fine really…”
”No you’re not… jesus… seriously Jonathan how are you feeling?”
”My head is pounding and my back is killing me. But it’s okay. You’re okay right?” ”Compared to you I’m great.”
”Bruce didn’t get to you again right?”
”No, I ran and ran and found the fire extinguisher to defend myself with. Went into a room and hid behind the curtains. He went after me but looked in the wrong place first. Then I just bashed him over the head.”
”Good… I was so worried about you… can we just lay down?”
”Okay. Let me just clean your cuts first.”
He winces a little as he adjusts in bed, finally finding a way to lay on his side facing her. She lies on her side, face right next to his. She’d press her forehead against his if it wasn’t for the nasty cut on his.
”Are you comfy? With your back…”
”Yeah, it’s good. You?”
”Yeah.”
His left hand is laid between them, palm up. She lays her own on top of it, lining up their scars and interlacing their fingers.
”As if we needed any more,” she jokes. He chuckles and squeezes her hand. Shared trauma. She could do without the trauma for both him and herself. But at least they have each other. She has no idea what she’d done if she’d gone through all she has on her own, without Jonathan. Or well, she knows she wouldn’t be here now. That’s for sure.
”I really thought it was over, that I was done for…”
”I thought I’d lose you,” he admits and she can see tears threatening to spill over for him. ”I couldn’t get the door down, if El hadn’t.. I don’t know…” he croaks out before the tears do come.
”It’s okay, it’s okay. You didn’t. I’m right here. We’re both still here,” she soothes him and presses a soft kiss to his lips.
”I love you,” he whispers.
”I love you too.”
They share a comfortable silence as his tears subsides. She blinks her own away. He then quietly pipes up.
”I feel different.”
”Because of what you had to do? To Tom?”
”Yeah…”
”I feel the same… but we had to do it. I feel weird but we had to. It was them or us.”
”I know. Still…”
”I know.”
In the morning Jonathan dresses in a pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt he left in her room at an earlier occasion and climbs out her bedroom window and comes around to the front while she goes down and tells her mother that Jonathan is ”coming over early for breakfast” which her mother doesn’t mind of course since she adores Jonathan. Soon after they have sat down at the table Mike and the rest come up from the basement. They all try to act normal. Mike pointedly looks at her before ”begging” for a ride and she is quick to volunteer herself and Jonathan ”if we can take the station wagon again mom”. Their mom readily agrees, undoubtedly happy that she and Mike aren’t at each others throats.
”Where do you want to do this El?” She turns around and asks once they’re all in the car.
”Cabin,” the girl answers. ”But, we need stuff first.”
”What stuff?”
”Pictures. It helps me connect.”
”Right. So we need pictures of Tom and Bruce…”
”And Heather,” Mike butts in.
”And Billy,” Max adds.
”Right,” she nods and thinks for a second. ”Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
She gets out of the car and hurries back inside the house.
”Forgot my purse!” She tells her mother and dashes up the stairs to her room.
Rummaging around she finds the high school yearbook. Flips through the pages quickly until she gets to the seniors. There he is, Billy Hargrove. He really manages to look just as much as a douche as he is. She gets out a pair of scissors and cuts out his photo. Back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her dad fittingly is finished with the paper by now. Tom as the editor doesn’t have his photo in it but a story she knows Bruce wrote a few days ago is on page 5. She cuts out his byline photo and hurries back out to the car.
”Okay, that’s halfway there already,” she says and shows them what she got. Jonathan smiles at her. ”We’ll have to go back to Heather’s house for the rest,” she continues and hands over the cutouts to El.
She puts the car in drive and rolls out of the driveway. It feels good to be on their feet again, to have a plan of action, something to do. She’s past Dearborn when Mike pipes up from the back.
”Wait, couldn’t you have gotten Heather’s yearbook photo too?”
”Shit,” she didn’t even think of that. ”Well we would’ve had to go their house anyway for Tom’s picture so there,” she looks into the rearview mirror sticks her tongue out at Mike.
They don’t bother knocking this time around at the Holloways house. Jonathan opens the door and they all step in somewhat apprehensive at first. They can’t be totally sure the house is still empty. She and Jonathan walk in the front as they go from room to room making sure.
”There we go,” her brother suddenly calls out when they get to the living room. He strides over to the mantle piece and picks up a picture frame, turns it in his hand and smashes the glass against the mantle piece.
”Mike!” She admonishes.
”What?” He counters and holds up the family photo he’s fished out of the broken frame.
”Alright well, lets get out of here then,” Jonathan says and they start to leave.
While the kids walk in front of them back down the driveway Jonathan takes her hand in his again.
”I want to call all the people I talked to about the story again. Maybe we can get something there, if El’s thing doesn’t work.”
”Sounds good,” he nods.
”I really hope this works. We need to know where it went… and what it wants. And how to stop it.”
”It’ll work. And when we know where it is… we’ll stop it. Somehow.”
”Yeah but how?”
”I don’t know, but I’m sure my girlfriend will think of something. She’s the smartest human being on the planet and the bravest and is good with a gun and I’m never doubting her again,” he smiles at her.
”Thanks,” she grins and looks down. ”I really needed that Jonathan Byers pep talk.”
”Anytime.”
#jancy fic#jancy fanfic#jancy fanfiction#stranger things fic#st fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#jancy#nancy x jonathan#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#mike wheeler#will byers#eleven#jane hopper#max mayfield#lucas sinclair
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Against All Odds (Ch.15)
The peace with his 'family' didn't last long. While Scott flew back to San Francisco to help the Pym's collect some healing particles for Ava, he got stuck in the Quantum Realm for hours when the family failed to bring him out. When he finally somehow escaped, he didn't find himself on the roof of the building like he thought he would, but in a makeshift storage area. The first thing he did after changing into some of his clothes he and brought on the trip, was call the Pym's to ask why the hell he found himself in a storage unit. No one answered. Just as he was about to call Stephen next, something he saw on his phone stopped him.
Scott wasn't in the Quantum Realm for five hours. He was in it for five years. He fought off an anxiety attack as he called his pseudo older brother and got his things (and the van) out of the storage unit, but his call to Stephen went straight to voicemail. His next call was Tony but it went to voicemail as well and Scott started to drive back to New York after that. It took him a few days to get to the tower, but when he arrived it was locked down and looked as if it hadn't seen a human soul in years.
"What the hell?" Scott whispers to himself.
The compound was next and he thankfully found Steve and Natasha there, and that was how he found out about the Snap. He immediately asked about Cassie and they reassured him that she was fine and with Tony at his lakehouse, but when he asked about Stephen, they grew suspiciously quiet.
"Guys?"
Natasha was the one to finally answer. "Scott...he was one of the victims."
Scott's blood ran cold. He lost Stephen too? The first person to show him what a family should really be like and took care of him when no one else would? What did he ever so to deserve this? The world took away his first love and now it took Stephen? Was Cassie next?
Then he remembered the Quantum Realm.
"Can you take me to them? I need to see Cassie...and I need to talk to Tony. I have an idea that he might be able to help with."
Steve and Natasha nod and they get into the captain's car and drive to the lakehouse, and when they arrive, they see Tony holding a little girl on his hip. It was Diana. She had been spared from the Snap and grew up while Scott had been stuck. It only reminded him that he missed out on five years of Cassie's life after he promised himself he wouldn't do to her what his parents did to him. That was what motivated him to get out of the car and rush over to a very surprised Tony.
"Scott?!"
"Where's Cassie?" Scott demands and before Tony can answer, the door opens and a teenaged girl pokes her head out.
"Hey! Lunch is ready! Are you coming or--" Scott passes Tony and steps closer to the porch to get a better look and the teenager suddenly bolts out of the house and over to him. "Dad?!"
"Cassie?" Scott breathes out as he grabs her face and looks her over. "You're so big!"
He brings her into a tight hug, apologizing endlessly for being gone for so long, and bless her heart, she forgave him instantly. She told him it wasn't his fault when he gave her the (valid) excuse that he was stuck in the Quantum Realm, and held her for a good couple of minutes before he finally turned to Tony with his idea. The billionaire was skeptical at first, but after the girls went upstairs to play and let the adults talk, they discussed the time heist idea more.
"Tony, you've done a lot for me that I can't even begin to start paying you back for, but please. Do me this favor and at least try. Stephen doesn't just mean something to me, but to you too. Do it for me. For yourself...for everyone that lost someone."
Tony shakes his head. "Scott, I can't risk losing what I have left."
"Look...I know what it's like to have someone you love taken away from you, but with Stephen, with everyone, we might have a chance to bring them back. Mine is gone forever but yours isn't. I know if I could have the same chance, I would at least try." Scott says with a hint of sadness.
"Twenty-five years is a long time to suffer from a broken heart." Tony mutters and Scott sighs.
"Trust me. It doesn't get better. Not really. You just find a way to ignore the pain."
"Here I thought life gave me a crappy hand." Tony says as he rubbed his hand over his face. "I'll look into it, but I can't promise anything."
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Tony found a way to travel through time using the Quantum Realm, and Clint was able to successfully bring something from the past and confirm that Tony's time-space GPS worked. That was when everyone got together and started discussing where some of them came across each infinity stone. Thor was first with the Reality stone, and Scott sympathized with him when he talked about how he lost his mother when the Reality stone was still in its aether form and stuck inside his ex-girlfriend. Life sucked for all of them at one point. They all lost someone or something in their lives, and that included the victims of the Snap.
Rocket was the one to bring up the Power stone while they ate Chinese for lunch.
"I kind of know where the Power stone can be found. Quill said he stole it from--"
Scott chokes on his mouthful of chow mein and wipes his mouth as he looks up at the talking raccoon. "What did you just say?"
"Power stone. Pay attention humie."
"After that!" Scott pleads.
Rocket gives him a funny look. "Not much? I mentioned Quill."
Scott felt himself pale. "Quill? Peter Quill?"
"Yeah. You know him?" Rocket asks him and if Scott weren't sitting, he would have worried that he would collapse.
As it was, the panic crashed down on him and left him hyperventilating. He heard some concerned questions as he tried to get his breathing back under control, but he just had one question on repeat. Why didn't Quill come home if he was alive?
"Scott!" The thief gasps and he focuses on the hand that grips his shoulder until the attack finally ebbs away and finds Tony leaning over him. "You alright?"
"Why didn't he come home?" Scott whispers, feeling fifteen and vulnerable all over again.
"Wait a minute. Was Quill…?" Tony asks and Scott nods after he swallows thickly. "Okay...okay. We'll finish that discussion after this. Just breathe for now."
Scott releases a shaky breath and motions for Rocket to continue, and listens to the rest of what he and the others have to say about the locations of the stones. As soon as they figure out where they need to go and who would be on what team, Scott couldn't get out of the building fast enough. He found a bench to sit on and laid his head in his hands as he kept wondering all the why's to himself, and felt his heart break all over again.
Why didn't Quill come home? All this time he was alive and in those twenty years that Scott continuously mourned for him, he couldn't come back once? Was he lying when he said he lived Scott? It was possible. They were only in high school. Only kids. It was very rare for high school relationships to last.
"It suddenly makes a lot of sense." Tony says once he leaves the compound and walks over to Scott.
"What?" The younger croaks out and clears his throat.
"Why Stephen risked hurting his hand to punch a seemingly random stranger. Me, Stephen, and Peter came across Quill and a couple of his friends while out in space. When Quill introduced himself to us, Stephen suddenly got really mad and punched him, and then yelled at him. Then they both started yelling but I couldn't tell you what it was about." Tony explains as Rocket joins them.
"Did he...did he ask about me?" Scott wonders quietly as Rocket stands next to the billionaire.
"He talked about you. A lot." The raccoon answers. "He was trying to get home to you."
"Twenty years?"
"I don't know the whole story, but we're going to get them all back. When we do, you can ask him yourself." Rocket says firmly and smiles. "Maybe punch him for making you wait so long. If you're still waiting that is." He adds as an afterthought.
Scott was waiting. He always had been...and now he had new found hope. Quill could possibly be returned to him and Rocket even confirmed that his (ex?) boyfriend was trying to get back to him. Now the only question was...why did it take so long?
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The Quantum tunnel had been destroyed and so had the van. They were running out of ideas to keep the gauntlet out of Thanos's hands, and when the titan got his hands on it anyway, Scott acted before thinking. He shrunk and jumped onto the gauntlet and proceeded to try and pry one of the stones off, giving the power stone a wide berth. As long as he was careful, the other stones would be safer to pull off.
Halfway through prying off the time stone, the reality stone started to glow and Scott's eyes widen as he's forcibly grown back to full size by it and knocked aside by Thanos's fist. He groans when he lands against a pile of rubble and barely manages to roll out of the way when the titan throws another punch at him. Scott briefly wondered why he was attacking him when he could just snap, and then realized the force behind the titan's first punch helped him pry the time stone away from the gauntlet.
The time stone he was currently holding.
"Scott! Get out of there!" Tony yells over the comm as the thief rolls away from another attack.
Thanos starts to power up the power stone and Scott gasps. "Oh sh--!"
Both he and Thanos pause when someone glowing a bright white and blue light lands heavily in front of Scott, and he stares up at the back of his savior. Whoever this guy was, he was huge, and made Scott feel small. Like he was fifteen and standing next to Quill again. Not only was he huge, but he was strong and resistant to the infinity stones. Thanos had thrown out his gauntleted hand to punch the glowing person with and the man had simply caught it with one of his hands with a low growl.
An ethereal growl.
It can't be.
"You're a little too power hungry." The man growls out.
"This is coming from a celestial. I thought your kind were dead." Thanos returns.
"Surprise bitch."
The glowing man punches Thanos across the field and when his left hand drops to his side again, Scott immediately notices the black woven bracelet peeking out from under the sleeve of his jacket. He would know that bracelet anywhere.
"Quill?" Scott chokes out.
The man didn't have a chance to answer as Thanos was coming back, and Quill rushed forward to meet him and fight him one on one. Punches were thrown and no matter how much the titan tried to break past the celestial to get to Scott, Quill always kept him back. By some miracle, he managed to pull the gauntlet off of Thanos's hand and didn't even hesitate before he put it on his own hand, and the celestial turned to Scott when the glove fitted to his hand.
"Give me the stone." The celestial rumbles and Scott instantly tosses it to him.
Before he could get a good look at him though, the man turned away, set the time stone back in place, and snapped without warning. Scott covers his eyes from the bright light as it spreads across the battlefield, and when it finally fades enough, Scott drops his arm to look up where the celestial and titan had been standing. He watches as the enemy turns to dust around them, and grunts quietly as he stands, ignoring the way his body complains at the action. He was definitely going to feel this for a couple of weeks.
The moment Thanos disappeared along with his army, Quill turns to face Scott and the younger man watches as the strange light in his eyes ebbs away to reveal green irises. Green eyes that Scott would also recognize anywhere and had his own threatening to spill tears. Twenty years (twenty-five including the time he was stuck in the Quantum Realm) he yearned to see Quill again, and by some miracle, he was alive and in front of him. He had a second chance with the person he gave his whole heart to.
"You wouldn't happen to be single right now would you?" Quill asks quietly and Scott acted on instinct.
He rushed over to the man and threw his arms around his neck, and sobbed into his neck when the hug was returned without hesitation. The familiarity of the warmth and the embrace was overwhelming for Scott, but in a good way. He didn't realize how much he truly missed Quill and being held by him until now and he had to hold himself back from just jumping on the man all together. When the hug wasn't enough, Scott pulled Quill down for a kiss and moaned quietly when the celestial tasted every corner of his mouth and then some. It was like Quill had never left but there was one thing missing.
"You don't smell or taste like cinnamon anymore." Scott mumbles after he pulls away and the older man chuckles.
"Easy fix." Quill removes the gauntlet from his hand so he can reach up and wipe the tears from Scott's face. "I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you Sugar."
Scott sniffs and leans into Quill's hand when it rests against his cheek. "The whole glowy thing answers a few of my questions."
Quill raises an eyebrow. "What questions?"
"I noticed your eyes flash whenever I was happy, you were really strong even for a football player, and you growled a couple of times and it sounded different." Scott presses his face against Quill's collarbone again and grips the back of his jacket tightly. "You still have a lot of explaining to do...and I think I do too." He says with a whisper.
"I will. I promise, but let's get home first. I have to brave Stephen's wrath first. He's giving me the stink eye."
Scott snickers. "This was nice while it lasted."
"That's reassuring." Quill answers sarcastically.
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Boyfriend Twins No Longer
Derek was furious. Last night had been his 21st birthday and what should have been a blast had been ruined by all the jerks at that gay bar. “Boyfriend twins!” The taunt rung through his mind. Nobody had ever made fun of him and Arjun before! They didn’t even look that similar. After all, Derek might be tan but he could never be compared to Arjun. Sure they had both been wearing Abercrombie shirts and khakis in nearly the same hue, but lots of people dressed like that! And besides, Derek though their matching sneakers were cute. And yet, when they walked into that one queer bar in town, the hipsters all turned to them and immediately started laughing. The door guy asked if they were clones and the bartender asked if there was a 2-for-1 special at the Abercrombie shop. Like they were so cool just because they had piercings and tattoos! That didn’t make them unique! There were plenty of hipster “boyfriend twins” in that bar and nobody gave them any guff! Regardless, Derek couldn’t stop fixating on it. He hated being criticized by other gays after a lifetime of being mocked by straight people for being different. He glanced over at Arjun as he snoozed, admiring his butt in the matching pair of Andrew Christian briefs that they had actually bought in a 2-for-1 sale. Well damn, thought Derek, maybe we are a little similar. “Are you ok, hun?” Arjun asked, stirring from his sleep. Derek sighed and turned away. “You can’t be upset about the boyfriend twins thing, can you?” Derek harumphed and turned to his lover, unaware that the mystical forces that grant birthday wishes had decided to pay attention to Derek this year. “I just wish we weren’t so similar!” Derek said angrily. A lighting bolt cracked across the sky, scaring both of the boyfriends. “You’re being dramatic,” Arjun sighed as he got up from the bed. “Let me make you some coffee and we can do something fun for your birthday. Arjun headed out to the kitchen, his ass looking great in the jockstrap he was wearing. Wait, that wasn’t right, thought Derek. They had the same pair of underpants! “Arjun!” Derek cried. “What’s up with that jockstrap!?” “Uh duh, it’s what I always wear, bro,” Arjun yelled back from the kitchen. That didn’t seem right to Derek. He looked down at his own lap and noticed that he was now wearing a pair of plain Hanes tighty-whiteys. That definitely wasn’t right. He sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed but something else was wrong. His feet didn’t reach the floor anymore. Derek panicked and stood up. He looked in the mirror and something was off. Where they had both been a solid 5’11” before, Derek couldn’t be more than 5’8” now and he was looking leaner than usual. There was something weird going on with his hair but Derek couldn’t really discern it in the mirror. He grabbed his pair of thick black framed glasses from the end table and threw them on. His hair was paler, more red, than before and seemed to be stuck in a weird center part. This was not the haircut he had gotten a week ago. And wait a minute! Derek didn’t need glasses! He threw them off and the world turned into a total blur. Derek started to panic, breathing heavily and starting to hyperventilate. Arjun reentered the room, or at least Derek thought the blurry shape was Arjun—it seemed taller—and handed Derek a glass of skim milk. “What’s this?” Derek whined, his voice noticeably higher pitched. “Where is my coffee?” “You can’t drink coffee, bro,” Arjun laughed, his voice noticeably deeper. “You’re spastic enough as it is.” Arjun took a deep sip of his coffee. “Give me a sip of your coffee then!” Derek whined. Arjun laughed. “You need to put on your glasses dude.” Derek did as he was told and was shocked as the world came into focus. The Arjun in front of him was different. He was taller for one, at least 6’2” now, and substantially more muscular than he had been before. Whereas Arjun had always been clean shaven, he was now sporting a decent five o’clock shadow. Derek rubbed his face; it was now smooth where before he had been sporting the beginnings of a beard. And then Derek noticed Arjun wasn’t drinking coffee at all. He had a protein shake. “Something isn’t right!” Derek wheezed. Arjun rolled his eyes and handed him an inhaler. “You need to calm down bro. And use your inhaler. You know you’re not supposed to get excited. It’s time for us to get dressed and head to campus anyways.” “But it’s my birthday!” Derek complained, taking three short puffs of the inhaler. “So who cares!?” Arjun laughed. “Get out of my room and go get dressed!” Arjun’s room!? But they had shared a room for six months. Regardless, Derek felt too timid to argue and he shuffled meekly out of the room. Derek headed down the hallway and then noticed his backpack peeking out from their study. He opened the door and was shocked at what he saw. It wasn’t a study any more. It had turned into a bedroom. In the center was a twin sized bed with Pokemon sheets. The walls were decorated with anime posters and cardboard cut outs of Lord of the Rings figures. There was an entire shelf of trophies from Math League, Chess Club, the 24-Hour Coding Challenge, Klingon Karaoke. Whoever had this room was a total dork! And that’s when Derek saw it. A framed picture on the wall of a total dork with Patrick Stewart at a comic convention. The guy looked familiar even though he was wearing thick glasses and the nerdiest clothes Derek had ever seen. He looked closer and gasped. It was HIM. But this wasn’t right! This room belonged to a total dork and Derek wasn’t a geek! He barely even used his computer. And yet this room had a massive desk with multiple computers on them, running World of Warcraft! Derek looked at the picture again and shook his head. This couldn’t be right. He would never dress like this! And yet when Derek opened the closet. all the clothes matched those in the pictures. Plaid button downs, cheap pleated dress slacks, shiny leather shoes. None of it seemed right. “Hurry the fuck up and get dressed!” Arjun yelled from out in the hall. Derek had never heard him yell like that before. That wasn’t the Arjun he knew but something made Derek quiver. He did not want to make Arjun mad! He sighed and started getting dressed. He buttoned up the button down all the way to the top and felt compelled to add a too short black tie. He put on a pair of clashing brown slacks that stopped a couple of inches above his ankle and couldn’t stop himself from attaching a pair of red suspenders that yanked the waist of the pants up above his belly button. All of Derek’s socks were white crew socks now and they clashed with his black patent leather shoes but he could hear Arjun getting impatient so he threw them on in resignation. He was scared to make Arjun mad; something he had never felt before. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He looked like a total dork! He had definitely shrunk too! There was no way he was over 5’2” now. “HURRY UP DWEEB!” Arjun boomed from the living room. Derek grabbed his backpack and meekly shuffled out, his confidence totally eradicated. He gasped when he saw his boyfriend. Arjun towered over him now, standing at a solid 6’6”. Where he had been slightly muscled before, he was now a total meathead, weighing in at 300 lbs of pure muscle. The five o’clock shadow he had moments before was now a beard of epic proportion that came down to mid chest and his hair was up in an unruly and super masculine bun. Arjun’s muscles were massive… unlike anything Derek had ever seen and they were on full display as Arjun was now wearing a muscle tank that said “Give Me Deadlifts or Give Me Death” on it. On his legs, he wore tight black sweats that showed off every bit of muscle in his thighs and his massive calved. His arms were now dotted with tattoos and an 8 gauge septum piercing adorned his nose while double zero gauges rested comfortably in his ears. “S-s-s-since when do you l-l-l-lift weights?” Derek said, now aware that he stuttered. “S-s-s-s-since fucking forever, braceface,” Arjun laughed. Braceface? Why would Arjun call him that? But Derek reached up and touched his mouth and knew the answer. Huge clunky orthodontics were now glued to his teeth and when he caught his reflection in the mirror, he sighed. “You sh-sh-shouldn’t talk to your own boyfriend like that,” Derek implored. This sent Arjun into a series of hearty chortles. “Boyfriend!?” he laughed. “I would never date a dweeb like you, fuckwad. The only reason we live together is that the college said I needed to get my grades up if I wanted to stay on the weightlifting team and well, you’re too much of a fucking pussy to stand up to me when I ask you to do my homework.” Derek tried to argue but found himself getting too nervous. I guess I am too much of a pussy, he thought. “You’re right, Arjun,” Derek complied. Arjun rolled his eyes. “How many times have I told you? It’s AJ, not Arjun. Only my mom calls me Arjun. Now let’s get going.” Arjun grabbed Derek by the waist of his tighty whiteys, effortlessly lifting him up in a painful wedgie and carried him out the door. As they walked to campus, Derek felt all eyes on them. People were swooning over Arjun—er—AJ and pointing and laughing at Derek the whole way. He couldn’t stand it! AJ and Derek couldn’t be more different. That’s when it hit Derek. The wish. HE HAD WISHED FOR THIS. “Th-th-this isn’t what I wanted,” Derek said meekly as they arrived on campus. “Well I didn’t want to have to spend time with the university’s least attractive virgin but here we are,” AJ said as he dumped a bunch of books in Derek’s hands. “I’m going to need all these papers written by Monday so I can stay on the team.” “B-b-b-but-“ “No buts, dork!” AJ yelled as he shoved him towards the library. Derek looked at AJ with tears in his eyes. They had been so close, so in love, and now this was their life. More muscular hunks walked up to AJ as they started heading off to the gym. Derek turned meekly and started shuffling towards the library, his spindly legs giving him an awkward gait. “Hey nerd!” AJ yelled after Derek. “You forgot your student ID!” He flung it at Derek and it hit him right in the forehead, causing a chorus of laughs from AJ’s weightlifting bros. Derek struggled to pick it up from the ground without dropping all his books and gasped at his ID. For a brief moment, it listed the correct information: “Derek Parker, English Comp” before shimmering for a moment and changing. Derek blinked his eyes and looked at it again through this thick coke-bottle glasses. “Derwin Pimpleberg, Computer Science,” he sighed. Derek—make that Derwin—had totally changed, and all because of this stupid birthday wish. He headed into the library wanting to cry. Luckily, Derwin found academic achievement easy, which was great because soon AJ was making him do not only his homework, but also all of AJ’s weightlifting bros’ homework. AJ and his boys would come around on Saturdays and get wasted before heading out leaving Derwin alone to play World of Warcraft all weekend. While AJ would bring home a different stud every night to fuck, Derwin was alone reading fantasy novels and writing World of Warcraft fanfiction. And the noise from AJ’s heavy fucking made Derwin sad. Before the change, Derek and Arjun had had plenty of sex, but Derwin—well that was a different story. He was a virgin and try as he might over the next few decades, no one ever wanted to have sex with him and he remained a virgin forever. Eventually, the now roommates graduated but AJ didn’t want to let Derwin go. Why would he? Derwin was too meek to fight with AJ and would clean up after him, make his protein shakes, and wash his dirty gym clothes for him. Besides, whereas AJ’s degree was useless, Derwin’s computer science degree was a cash cow and Derwin was making tons of money consulting. Of course, AJ had made Derwin sign over all of his bank accounts to him so AJ could focus on professional body building instead of working, meaning that Derwin still had to wear cheap dorky clothes and couldn’t really afford to go out, not that he had any friends he needed to see. A few year later, Derwin had to go to his high school reunion and AJ decided to tag along. All of Derek’s friends were shocked to see that their old buddy was now a total nerd stereotype that went by Derwin but they were all enamored with AJ and joined in on mocking, ridiculing, and beating up Derwin. As his former friends hoisted him up the flagpole so he had to just dangle there in an atomic wedgie, Derwin sighed. He had wished that he and AJ were different and well, it couldn't have come any more true.
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The New Guardian
Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.
Chapter 13: Goodbye
Marinette's finger tapped against the wood before her hand sluggishly fidgeted. It felt the floor beneath her before reaching the front, grabbing onto a bar. Marinette heavily lifted her head up, struggling to take in her surroundings. As her blurred vision faded, she saw that she was in a wooden cell. There was a small light above her, but everything else was dark. Marinette pressed her hand against the ground, pushing herself up. Her arms shook. She was so weak. Where did all of her strength go? She had never felt this helpless before. Did they drug her or something? Marinette's memory was too fuzzy.
Marinette sat up and fell back, leaning against the wall. Her eye lids felt heavy. Her fingers reached to her ears, grazing over the skin. Her earrings were gone and so was her power. Marinette sighed. She remembered the entire meeting with the temple elders, but almost everything afterwards is a huge blank in her mind.
A light went off in her head. Marinette groaned, rubbing her temples. She saw April. Not now but earlier. She was running to her dorm room when she passed April in the hallway . . .
"April, April, April, April!" Marinette shouted, sprinting down the hallway and stopping in front of her. She took a deep breath. "April."
"Marinette." April smiled nervously and her eyes widened.
"I need . . . I need to tell you . . . something." Marinette bent over, panting.
"Well are you gonna tell me or should I come back later? You seem busy." April moved to walk past.
"No, wait!" Marinette stopped her. "I'm leaving the temple, so there won't be a later!"
"What happened?" April asked, face blank. "What did the council say? Was it Chat Noir? Are you running from him again?"
"Not this time. I need to get away from this place and these people before it's too late." Marinette walked to the other side of her. "The teachers, the students, the council, they're all out to get me. I have to go now!" Marinette turned to leave, but April pulled her back.
"You can't be serious. Of course you won't fit in here. You aren't one of us and you never have been, but that won't matter." April put her hands on her shoulders. "You've told me yourself that you're starting to enjoy it here, so why worry about them? I've seen you grow as a holder over the past few weeks. You should be here even if you were never supposed to be."
"You don't understand." Marinette removed her arms and looked around her. She moved to April's ear and whispered. "They're after me." April raised an eyebrow. "Listen, I don't know when they are listening or if they even are, but I need to leave while I still can."
"How do you know they're after you?" April seemed skeptical. "You have a little bit of a hyper and overreactive personality, Marinette. Are you sure you aren't reading in between lines that aren't even there? Was it Priya? I told you how competitive we all are."
"No, April!" Marinette rolled her eyes, still catching her breath. "Think about it. Why would they invite me here in the first place? I was their enemy before I even got here. It doesn't make sense for the council to act so friendly while they let me stomp all over their century old rules to be here."
"I guess that's a little suspicious, but I don't know exactly how the council thinks to agree with you."
"I also overheard them say something about a trial." Marinette announced. "They want to try me for my 'crimes.' The whole meeting I had with them was completely awkward and they were definitely repressing their real feelings, but after it was over, I went back because I forgot my purse, which I never got back. I overheard them talking negatively about me and how I don't deserve everything I have. I didn't hear a date and time for the prosecution, but if I leave now, I might have a chance to escape."
"Have you committed any actual crimes while you've been here?" April asked, thinking aloud.
Marinette stepped back, scrunched her eyebrows. "You don't believe me? Why are you accusing me of such things?" Her heart began to speed up. "Are you siding with them?!"
"No!" April stepped forward. "I'm asking because you're new and only freshman eleven year olds are given a copy of the temple, school, and miraculous rules." She sighed. "I'm just making sure you didn't accidentally break one. Even if it's small, we are very strict. They might prepare a trial. I only told you about our no using your miraculous outside of class rule. There are hundreds of others."
"I don't think I did." Marinette relaxed.
"Think about it. Rest on it for a night and we'll talk. Even if it's dirty, the temple is fantastic at ambushing students with a trial. If we know what you did, we can build a defense case early on." April tried to calm her.
"But I should be leaving." Marinette protested. "I have to."
"If you leave right away, that's a thousand times more suspicious and bad on your part. You need an actual plan."
"Well I'm not staying a whole night. There's no way I'll be sleeping." Marinette backed up. "I'm great at running from my problems, April, and even if you think it's childish, I'll still flee this one."
April took a deep breath. "Fine. I'll help you get out." She pulled out her phone. "I'm headed to get lunch right now, but if you're so focused on staying on the downlow right now, I'll grab it quick and come back to our room. I'll grab you something too, so you aren't thinking on an empty stomach. I should only be gone fifteen minutes and then we can strategize your next move, okay?"
"Just hurry." Marinette pleaded. "I can't take much more of this." She hyperventilated.
April jogged away, slipping her phone back in her pocket. Marinette turned around and continued back to her dorm. She stared at the ground, her thoughts racing. She was at a lost. Her mind and body was bursting with anxiety. She could hardly think straight let alone walk straight. The council was turning on her and once she left, she could never turn back. From here on out, she has to lay low and avoid being Ladybug too much. Marinette didn't really have a plan, but she'd rather make it before she loses everything. What would Chat Noir think? Was she going to see him again? That idea terrified but excited her at the same time.
Marinette unknowingly managed a small smile. Without admitting it, the image of Chat Noir made her slightly hopeful. She rounded the next left corner before looked up. BLANK
That was it. After talking to April, her memory was gone. Marinette rubbed her head. She didn't know what was around that corner, but whatever happened there, resulted in her being here.
Marinette's head fell to the side. Her wooden cell wasn't very big, but she could still move around. It was insanely humid in here. She sniffed the air. Something about it smelled weird. It made her drowsy yet awake. Even if she had her miraculous, she most likely wouldn't be able to transform, but that's probably what they wanted.
Marinette's wrist began to tingle and she squinted. Her eyes pointed down and she slowly reached to pull her sleeve up. There were what felt like a few bruises there. They hadn't appeared yet, but were starting to. Someone must have either grabbed her or dragged her here or both. Either way, the council was taking the trial very seriously with aggressive intentions. Being gentle clearly wasn't their concern. They weren't approaching this calmly, so her criminal punishment would be just as harsh. That thought scared her. They could erase her memory or hurt Chat Noir. Maybe the council would even go as far as killing her. It's not like Marinette had studied these people in high school. Who knows what their beliefs and societal norms are? They may have some secret ritual that no one, not even Master Fu, knows about. Marinette could even be some test subject to them or a minimal piece of property.
All Marinette knew was that she had to fight them no matter what, even in her weakened state. If they are to take her life in the end, they won't do so so easily. They'll have to earn her life.
A loud screech was heard and a bright light shown through. Marinette groaned, covering her eyes. A metal door across from her in the room was opened. The new light slowly lit up the room she was in. There were a few other wooden cells next to her, but she was the only one in here. She could make out counter tops and cabinets. It gave the impression of a doctor or a veterinarian office. Maybe she was a test subject after all.
Master Mantis stepped through the door, closing it behind him. He flipped a light switch, the light blazing Marinette's eyes. She winced. Mantis walked over and bent down next to the cage door, pulling out a key. He had a pair of chains hanging from his belt.
"We're ready for you now, Ms. Dupain-Cheng." He said, unlocking the gate.
"Ready for what?" Marinette rolled her head towards him.
"Your trial." He answered, "It's finally time."
Marinette smiled. "You guys couldn't even wait a day for me to bust out of this place." She laughed, probably losing her mind. "Everything seemed fine at our little meeting, but you all are too impatient I see. Why accuse me so quickly? Did you think I'd run? Because you're absolutely right."
"Why are you smiling?" Mantis squinted. "You're taking all of this so lightly."
"Because it's funny." She grinned. "I have run from so much in my lifetime and I'm just tired. Whatever happens . . . we'll see. I don't know what you guys are pumping in this air, but it's fantastic. I feel neutral. I've never felt more lifeless and alive at the same time." Marinette chuckled. "You guys are trying so hard to watch me fail and it's hilarious."
"Hold out your wrists." Mantis grabbed the chains.
Marinette leaned forward with a groan and complied. "You don't trust me?"
Mantis looked up at her before placing a shackle on each wrist. "I used to . . . but I believe that was a mistake." He stood, holding the end of the chains. "Stand." He commanded.
Marinette crawled out of the cage and stood up. "Where are we going? An auditorium? Is the whole school invited as my audience?"
"No." He sighed, pulling her to the door. "Just follow me and if you try anything funny, you will pay dearly."
"Got it." Marinette grinned.
Mantis opened the door and led Marinette out. As soon as the fresh air hit her, some life bled back into her soul. Once she was out of that room, her surroundings seemed to be taken in better. Marinette still felt weak but more awake.
They both stood in an unfamiliar hallway that mirrored the older one she walked down to attend their meeting earlier. This one only had two doors that she could see, the one they just left and one ahead of them. Mantis tugged her forward. The hall was lined with at least twelve men in suits that looked like secret service. They didn't react, but their heads followed her. Strange. Mantis lead her to the door. Number sixteen was marked on it. Marinette watched him turn the knob before pushing the wood open.
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Fixed--Blackhill
Hi people I'm back! Finally out of the writers block and I'm here to tell you more fics coming up! Enjoy my first Natasha/Maria fic!
Also, for better arrangement of my fanfics, I decided not to post them on FanFiction.net anymore. They will be on here and my AO3. Thank you for sticking around! Xxoo
"Calling the base, target is down but Agent Romanoff is h--"
"Just get us the damn evac" Before the rookie agent can finish her word, Natasha cuts her off and calls into the the comm.
Back at the base, Maria knows the moment she heard Natasha's voice that her stubborn girlfriend is being her stubborn self as usual. She sighs and shakes her head fondly, sympathizing the poor rookie.
When the Quinn jet touches down at the SHIELD base, Natasha wastes no time to shove her way past all the agents to get to Maria's quarter. She knows that in a minute, her boss/girlfriend will come after her and check on her.
"Deputy Director, ma'am, Agent Romanoff took a couple big hits back in the field, I think it's best for her to get checked out by the medic" The rookie suggests quietly when Maria walks along her into the control centre.
"Don't worry about her, you go debrief and wash up" Maria rolls her eyes at Natasha's stubbornness mentally and dismisses the rookie. She's got more important things to do.
Natasha flops onto Maria's bed once she strips out of her catsuit and regretting the motion. She can feel the angry bruises forming around her ribs, thighs and let's say all over her body. She also knows that she might got one or two cracked ribs, judging by the difficulty when breathing. She closes her eyes and let the burning sensation settles in. This is just no big deal, Natasha says to herself mentally.
She lays there and spaces out until she hears a soft thud indicating Maria's entrance into the room. She doesn't move.
Maria's heart aches upon seeing Natasha's battered body. She should have gotten used to it right now but still, seeing Natasha like this makes her feel heartbroken.
"Tasha..." Maria sighs, calling her girlfriend's name softly.
"Hmmm" Natasha hums in response, but it comes out more like a whimper.
"Come on, I know you hate the medic, but at least let me check you out?" Maria moves towards the bed and perches on the edge.
Natasha nods, her breathing getting heavier.
"Okay. Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don't fall asleep" Maria leans down to drop a kiss onto Natasha's forehead before moving into the ensuite bathroom to grab some supplies.
Natasha hasn't moved an inch the whole time Maria's gone to gather things, she didn't open her eyes either. The pain is getting intense and borderline unbearable.
"Natasha?" Maria heart sinks a bit when she returns to the bedroom area.
Natasha is looking so peaceful as if she passed out.
"Ria..." Natasha breathes out her nickname for Maria in pain.
"Shhhh I'm here okay? I got you" Maria quickly sits down beside Natasha on the bed and cups her cheeks with her hands after putting down the first-aid kit.
"Tasha? Can you open your eyes for me?" Maria coos softly, thumb caressing the bruise on Natasha's left cheek bone gently.
Natasha obeys, despite the tiredness that makes the task extremely hard.
"Hi beautiful" Maria greets when Natasha's green eyes lock with her blue ones.
"Hi yourself" Natasha greets back weakly, trying to smile a bit.
Maria moves one hand to Natasha's neck to check her pulse, another remaining on her cheek.
"How are you feeling?" Maria asks, studying Natasha's eye movement to see if she got a concussion.
"Hurts" Natasha seldom shows this much of vulnerability, not even in front of her own girlfriend.
"What hurts most? Is it the ribs?" Maria removes her hands from Natasha's neck and cheek, moving them to her girlfriend's ribs.
Natasha nods with a whimper, trying to keep her breath slow.
"Okay. I need to press on them to see if they're cracked or broken, deep breath for me?" Maria explains what she's gonna do next, knowing this will make Natasha feel slightly better.
Natasha closes her eyes again and takes a deep breath.
Maria gently applies pressure into Natasha's ribs and knows right away she got cracked ribs by the way Natasha's breath comes out strangled.
"Oh bad news huh" Maria stops the pressing once she gets a conclusion and bends down to kiss the bruise blooming across Natasha's midsection.
"I know. Cracked" Natasha says in a tone which is weaker than before.
"But luckily I don't think you're concussed. So you can go to sleep after I wrapped up your ribs"
Natasha lets out a tired sigh, knowing she needs to sit up for Maria, which is the last thing she wanna do now.
She tries to pull herself up, only results in slumping back onto the bed with a frustrated and pained groan.
"Easy there" Maria comforts and moves to help her girlfriend prop up against the headboard.
"Ria..." Natasha whimpers, closing her eyes at the burning pain all over her body, struggling to keep the tears from falling.
"Shhh it's okay. Here, take this first" Maria hands Natasha a glass of water and painkillers, which the latter accepts gratefully.
This makes Maria worry. Natasha never accepts medicines without putting up a fight. And she also never says she's in pain out loud.
Natasha keeps her eyes shut and pain is written all over her face.
"Okay Tasha, are you ready to have your ribs wrapped?"
Natasha nods, taking a deep breath painfully.
Maria unrolls the gauze and starts wrapping it around Natasha's body with just the right amount of tightness.
Natasha tries to hold in her whimpers and groans but she fails. A tear slips down her cheeks.
"Oh Tash. You're home now, I'm here" Maria leans forward to kiss away the tear when she finishes wrapping Natasha's ribs.
Natasha opens her eyes, pained and exhausted, and the moment she looks into Maria's loving eyes, the dam breaks.
"Tasha, baby, what happened to you?" Maria quickly put away the supplies and moved forward to gather Natasha in her arms.
Natasha sobs into her girlfriend's chest and heaves heavily. Her whole body shaking.
"Shhhh Tasha. I'm here" Maria feels helpless, she doesn't know what happened and doesn't what to do other than rubbing Natasha's back and whispering sweet comforts to her weeping girlfriend. She now regrets not listening to the rookie's report.
Natasha feels her chest burning with every breath she's taking and her whole body just hurts too much as she starts to hyperventilate.
"Natasha, I need to you slow down your breathing" Maria says with a firmer tone, she can't have Natasha leaping into an episode of panic attack, not with her cracked ribs and other injuries.
Natasha tries to take deeper breathes but her ribs are just hurting too much. She is starting to see black spots swimming in her vision. She is slipping away.
"Tasha, come on baby, focus on my breathing" Maria holds Natasha's body up straight with a firm but gentle grip against her own body, trying use her exaggerated breathing to help slow down Natasha's.
"Ria... Help..." Natasha chocked out with pure fear and panic in her tone.
"Follow my instructions okay? Breathe in on four and out on another four. In two three four, out two three four. There you go, nice and easy" Maria says, voice trembling a bit with her attempt to say calm for her struggling girl.
As time passes by, Natasha's breathing finally gets back to a normal rhythm. Maria silently thanking whatever god she can think of.
Natasha's body just slumps, her head falling onto Maria's shoulder.
"I got you Tash, you're okay now" Maria gently lays her almost-unconscious girlfriend back onto the bed before laying down herself to carefully spoons Natasha from behind.
Natasha wakes up to aches all over her body, reminding her of the fact the she just came back from a rough mission earlier that day and the episode she just had. Grimacing slightly, she turns her head and sees the source of warmth surrounding her.
Maria's sleeping peacefully, hands draped over Natasha's bandaged torso protectively.
Natasha turns her body slightly, wanting to see her girlfriend's face more clearly, but she regrets the movement instantly. Sharp pain shoots through her whole body as she lets out a gasp.
Maria opens her eyes upon hearing Natasha's motion and her gasp.
"Tasha? You okay?" She asked, voice thick with sleep.
"Have been better" Natasha's voice is dry and raspy.
"Don't move, I'm gonna go get you some water okay?" And of course Maria, being her considerate and observant self, notices that.
"No. Don't go please" Natasha grips onto Maria's shirt with all the strength she has left, eyes panicking.
"Okay okay. I'm here, it's okay Tash" Maria covers Natasha's hands with her own and drops a kiss onto her forehead.
Natasha relaxes and snuggles into Maria.
"Tash? Do you wanna talk about earlier?" Maria asks after a moment of silence.
Natasha sighs, she never likes to talk about her feelings but she knows she will have to explain what happened to Maria.
"It's the mission..." Natasha starts quietly, tightening her grip on Maria's shirt.
Maria doesn't reply, giving Natasha the time and space she needs. She just holds her, drawing comforting circle on her shoulder.
"We encountered some sort of mind manipulation. Something similar to what Wanda did to us the first time we met her. But instead of my graduation, this time I saw... I..." Natasha closes her eyes tightly, struggling to recall the vision she saw.
"It's okay Tash, you don't have to continue"
"I lost you" Natasha says quickly, barely audible.
But of course Maria catches it, she's the Deputy Director of SHIELD after all.
"Hey, look at me Natasha" Maria gently lifts Natasha's chin so the two can lock eyes.
Natasha's eyes are red and vulnerable, making Maria's heart aches.
"I'm here okay? I'm not going anywhere and you're not gonna lose me. I promise" Maria looks right into Natasha's green orbs, promising with a sincere tone.
"Really?"
"I will never lie to you, and I will never break my promises. I love you Natasha"
Maria tilts Natasha's face up a little bit and leans down to press a kiss onto her lips, sealing the promise.
"I love you too"
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Late Night Panic
Colleen had been on their way back to their mail carrier's union after a delivery, pedaling away on their bike. They were a bit cautious, looking back and forth every so often, as they never did like staying out too long after sunset.
Especially since the path they were taking went through a gathering of trees that was too small to be a forest but too large to be a wood. Every time they passed through there during the day it was heavily shaded, and during the night, the one other time they'd passed through, they'd lost the path for a couple minutes. This time they had a lantern, but they weren't confident enough to press their luck in there for too much longer. They tried to focus on the sound of their bike's wheels clicking as they moved down the path, keeping their gaze forward enough to see the path, but lowered enough to react to any bumps and roots coming up. It was then that they heard something, just barely over the sound of the chain clicking.
"...ut UP you hag...!"
...Collie kept pedaling for a moment. Part of them wanted to keep on moving to simply report the incident and let that be the end of it. But they had a dagger on them and a nagging feeling that ensured them moving on was ONLY for a moment. Just long enough to make whatever that was assume they had rode past as they put a cover on their lantern and laid everything to the ground. They heard a muffled grunt followed by an angered growl and the sound of something cutting into wood.
"You nearly gave me away." the voice muttered. It was just behind a few of the trees. Collie kept a hand on the dagger in their coat as they very slowly moved in its direction. They stopped just short of a small light flickering in the wind as their eyes adjusted. A wirey fellow with unkept hair and a leather vest had someone in a robe and wide-brimmed hat pinned to the ground, sitting on their hands and having tied up their legs, a double-sided hand axe resting by their neck like a paper-cutter primed to slice down as he rifled through a bag they were carrying.
Collie sneered silently as they grabbed a rock and threw it over the man's head, drawing his attention away from the bag as they stood up, unsheathing their dagger to surprise him.
"You gave yourself away." they quipped as they kept their distance.
The man whipped around, leaving his hostage precious moments to quickly move their hand out from under him, though they remained still.
"Run along now. Come any closer and I take 'er head off an' deal with you next!"
"I'm comfortable where I am for the moment, don't you worry."
"I said LEAVE!" he barked, leaning in as he leveled the axe at Collie. That's when his hostage pushed him, knocking him off balance and onto a stone as they rolled away from him. The mail carrier hesitated for only a moment before moving in to try and cut the ropes while the man was dazed. Just as they finished cutting the victim loose, they had felt a presence behind them.
They only had enough time to let out a hybrid of a gasp and a choking noise and catch a glimpse behind them at a gleaming crescent lit by the moon before it came down.
It cleaved into their shoulder, straight through the collar bone and practically made its home in their shoulderblade. It... barely hurt for a moment. Their vision grow blurry as they felt the blood stain their sky-blue and pink coat. THe only energy they had right now was to grab the axe handle, refusing to let it go as they fell over.
Within a few seconds, the mercy of the shock wore off, and they were in agony, but their muscles had tensed up so bad they could barely let out any sort of noise.
They saw the robed figure stand and advance upon the assailant. They saw a blinding light. They heard him scream as he ran off. They heard the figure beg them to keep calm. But their mind was running a mile a minute as they wordlessly mouthed to the person who stood before them.
please.
help.
i don't want to die.
They felt their thoughts scattering and slowing like the blood forming under them as the person leaned over them, placing a hand on their dagger. The last thing they saw was a single eye, full of panic, gleaming against the moonlight before falling unconscious. And they were sure they wouldn't wake up.
And yet. They did wake up. Laying beneath the shade of one of the trees nearby, the sun shining down as they winced from the sudden exposure to the light. A telltale loud snore let them know that someone was here, possibly the person from last night. They moved their arm to block the light, and to their surprise the worst they felt was a slight pinch. They noticed the sleeve of their coat wasn't around their arm, however.
Must've taken it off to patch me up, they thought as they sat up.
Their vision stayed firmly where it was, even as they felt the slight wind resistance of movement against their bare arms. They stood up, seeing... what looked like someone wearing most of their clothes. Minus a head. What was in its place was a blue fog that emanated from halfway up the neck.
That was when they started to audibly panic.
"A-aaAAA, AAAAHWHAT?!"
"nm, ha? Oh! Oh dear, you're awake!"
"COOOULD'VE FOOLED ME," they said, less yelling and more unable to control their volume. They frantically felt at the space above their shoulders, noticing the body did exactly the same and only starting to freak out more as they realized yes, that was theirs. "HELP, PLEASE HELP."
The figure moved up to them, gently holding their unbandaged shoulder while staring towards them... their head, rather to try and calm them down. They were an old woman, with noticeable wrinkles to her face, faded red hair and a patch over one eye.
"Oh, im so sorry dear! I meant to stay awake to ease you into this!"
Though still very much hyperventilating, they calmed down and kept their trembling hand at their sides as the woman walked them back over to their head. She leaned down beside their head and motioned for them to join her. Collie warily sat down, hand hovering over their head trembling as if an earthquake was happening.
"...Well it's not as if I'm the one who owns it, dear," she said, partially joking, but mostly encouraging. "Go on." With that, Collie quickly scooped up their head. though the quick movement made them a bit dizzy. They pressed the two ends of their neck together tight and held a hand atop their head to keep themselves in place, still shivering a bit from the shock of the whole ordeal.
"S-so... who are you?" they asked the lady. She seemed surprised that was the first question.
"Oh! Well, my name is Maeve. Maeve Callaghan." She attempted to tip the brim of her hat before remembering she never got around to putting it back on.
Collie was starting to calm down a tiny bit, thankfully. "Um... what happened last night? All I remember was-... nmh."
Maeve bowed her head. "A bandit had attacked me in the dead of night for my wares. Thanks to you, I at least made it out alive. I... couldn't get you to town in time, so I did what I could to return the favor."
"S-so I'm not dead?" they said, finally somewhat confident enough to take their hand off their head, if only to stare at both hands.
"You're alive, is how i'd say it. I'm a spellcaster by trade, you see, and I... I didn't know any spells that could raise the dead, but I did know some that'd keep people from dying. The quickest one I could muster was... more of a hex."
"A... what?!" they said. They noticed a brief blue fog emerge from their mouth before clamping a hand over it. This caused a chain reaction of trying to straighten their head up before letting it land in their lap and beginning to hyperventilate again
"Oh, dear," she muttered. "Do you need a moment to recover?"
"ys. Y-yes." they squeaked. The two sat there for a while longer, Collie sitting with their knees to their chest, head balanced between. It felt weirdly comforting.
'This is why I don't stay out at night' they thought to themselves.
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EXO (0T9) - Reaction to You Becoming Pale/Sick, Breathing Heavily, and/or Almost Passing Out During an Argument
Minseok: The tension that filled the room was undeniable. The argument had started over a stupid comment on Minseok’s part that left you feeling hurt. So, you lashed back at him. Now you two had been going at each other for twenty minutes spouting out every little thing that bothered you about each other. Your voices both rose to shouting, the neighbors could probably hear you. Then he said something that he knew would sting. As soon as he saw the color drain out of your face he regretted the whole thing. You felt your whole body go numb as you replayed his words through your head. You suddenly wanted to escape, not wanting him to see your reaction. As you turned around and slowly started to walk away he ran up behind you and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean it, I was just upset. It was stupid. Please forgive me.” You could hear the sorrow in his voice as he pleaded into your ear.
Junmyeon: “If that is what you want, then maybe we should break up.” You don’t know what happened. You were talking to Junmyeon about your future and how you were uncertain about certain things, which somehow turned into Jun thinking you were uncertain about your relationship with him. The tone in his voice was serious. You were emotionally drained. Looking at his face which had never shown the amount of coldness towards you that it did now, it broke you. You couldn’t summon the words that you wanted to say. “I’ll take your silence as a yes then, I’ll be at the dorm tonight then.” He went to grab a bag from the closet and started throwing his clothing into it. “Please don’t do this!” Tears where streaming down your face. He ignored you until you kept begging for him to listen. But when he looked over and noticed how distraught you were, making yourself hyperventilate, his face softened and he stopped everything. He walked over and you slumped into his arms, your body finally giving up. He wrapped his arms around you, tears falling from his eyes now. “I was acting irrational. Please forgive me. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Yixing: After seeing how exhausted your boyfriend was, all you wanted to do was tie him down to a bed, not in a perverted way, but to force him to sleep. He is too stubborn in his ways and you knew he wouldn’t take care of himself unless pressured to, or until he ended up passing out again. You kept telling him to stop working and get some rest but he kept refusing. Eventually he got snippy, both from annoyance and lack of sleep and stated that, “He didn’t need you to take care of him. He was fine on his own.” Deep down you knew he didn’t mean it but it still bothered you. Your usually sweet and adoring Yixing had turned in to a “stubborn ass.” His expression showed no sympathy nor warmth. You felt like he had turned into a completely different person and it made you sick. He would usually be the one you ran to when you were upset and he would hold you and make everything better, but you felt like you had no one to run to now. He saw the color drain from your face and the pain in your eyes. That seemed to have woken him up and he wanted to take the pain away. He pulled you into his chest and he felt the tension fade from your body as you balled up the material of his shirt in your fists and cried. “I will always need you.” He kissed the top of your head softly, filled with regret.
Baekhyun: You and Baekhyun had been in the middle of dinner at your home when you brought up the fact that one of the girls under SM had taken it upon herself to let you know all about the fun filled night she had with him previously. He had mentioned that they were close friends, but never that they had been “together” in a romantic and intimate way. It had been bothering you all day, the fact that he purposely hid this information from you. Especially since he usually did company promotions with her quite often. “Could you please explain to me why you thought that not telling me the truth was a good idea?” He was visibly annoyed by the sudden interrogation, “I never thought that you would find out, it isn’t like we ever announced it publicly.” You thought that there were no secrets between you both and now you were left wondering what else he could possibly be keeping from you. His phone also started ringing at the time, and who else would it be other than that specific girl. You saw a flash of panic cross over his eyes as he flipped the phone over. Immediately the thought of them being together behind your back filled your mind. “Was it just that one time that I know about?” He frowned and bowed his head, indicating that it wasn’t. You rushed to get out of your seat, almost falling over from the stress this situation was putting you in. He raced over to steady you, tentatively wrapping his arms around your waist. You went to fight it but didn’t have much strength. “Yes, there were a few other times, but it all ended when I met you. I set her straight. She is just a friend now, I swear. The only person I want is you.”
Jongdae: You were worried about what would happen to your relationship while Jongdae was on their world tour. So, you decided to have a serious conversation with him. This conversation led to you and he getting into a heated argument with Dae questioning your trust in him and his in you. As he directed his voice at you in a tone that you had never heard from him you began to feel your stomach feel awful. You thought that you had made some reasonable points, not anything to make him upset or make you both feel distrust in each other. “I, I can’t do this…. Not right now.” You couldn’t control the hectic breathes that began to come from your body. As you slowly backed away you began to stumble, barely catching yourself. You ignored it and continued to shuffle forward until you felt Dae’s familiar arms around you. He turned you to face him and cradled you into his chest as he apologized for how he had taken everything. After seeing you like you were, he knew that you didn’t mean to make him question you, or your intentions with him. “I swear that we will be alright, please calm down Jagi.” Then he softly began singing in your ear, knowing how it always made you feel better.
Chanyeol: After Chanyeol casually brought up you meeting each other’s parents it quickly turned into an argument. You said that you didn’t want to meet his yet. He assumed it was because you didn’t feel good about the relationship when it was actually because you thought they might not like you. His voice got louder and louder, so you raised yours to meet his. “Why are we doing this if you don’t have faith in it?!” You couldn’t take the words that you said back and now everything was spiraling out of control. Instead of continuing to scream at each other you rushed to the bathroom and closed the door, not wanting him to see you. He took a few minutes to cool down and then decided to check on you. He found you sitting on the floor, hugging your knees, and hyperventilating. He felt a ball rise in his throat, having been the reason you were sitting there like that. He got on his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your knees. “I’m sorry Jagiya, please calm down.” You looked up at him, since his larger figure was still taller than yours even when kneeling, and the tears began to fall as you wrapped your arms around him. He rubbed your back as you cried into his shirt. “I didn’t mean to pressure you; we can meet everyone when the time comes.”
Kyungsoo: You had noticed Kyungsoo looking particularly chummy with his female costar on set. The argument started when he mentioned going out with the cast and you responded, “Have fun with your new girlfriend.” He of course didn’t find it funny. “You spend more time with her than you do with me anymore. I feel like you enjoy her company more than mine.” That is when he shot back with a hard blow, “Well maybe I do.” You were immediately hit with a wave of nausea. You didn’t think that he would actually say it. To think of him spending time with her, having more fun with her than he did with you, you couldn’t stand it. You felt weak and started swaying. Noticing how faint you looked, Soo rushed over and took you into his arms, feeling awful about what he had said. “I just wanted to make you jealous. She is a nice girl, but she isn’t my girl, nor do I want her to be. I love you and only you Y/N.”
Jongin: As far as fights go, you and Jongin have never had any that led to the harsh words and tones towards each other like the one you were in the middle of. A small issue that you had always been bothered by finally became too overwhelming for you to keep quiet any longer. Once you brought it up, an argument was inevitable. However, you didn’t think it would go this far. Your sweet Jongin had never spoken to you like he was now. A few choice words left his mouth which immediately invoked a strong reaction in you. Your face which was red with anger became white like a ghost and you felt like the ground below you was no longer solid. You turned away from him, but when he grabbed your arm out of concern you almost fell into him. His face was filled with concern and his eyes showed the warmth which they usually showed you. He moved you over to the couch with him and pulled you into his lap, holding you in a warm embrace. “Please forgive me Jagiya, I said those words and I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean them, they were just fueled by anger. I will never do that again.” You closed your eyes and nuzzled into his chest, his presence filling you with comfort.
Sehun: You and Sehun were usually known for throwing sarcastic and witty comments back and forth. Normally, you both laughed them off knowing how much you cared about each other. When one of his comments went a little too far you made sure to let him know. He thought it was a justified statement and this led to you both saying some nasty things. You weren’t sure how your feelings towards each other just changed so drastically. It was like your own heart was fighting with you and you had no way to fight the hurt it caused. The stress had become unbearable as your heart rate had risen to an unhealthy state and you felt like the room was spinning. Feeling scared and confused your breathing quickened and your balance faltered. He moved forward to steady you alarm on his face. The alarm then turned into regret and love when you clutched at his shirt still unable to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you which made the world feel clearer. He pressed his forehead against yours, “Breathe with me, in and out.” You closed your eyes and matched your breathing with his. When you calmed down he took your face into his hands, “I never wanted to hurt you, let me make this right.” You let him kiss you and pull you closer to him, he tightened his hold, not wanting to let you go.
This was a request. Hope you enjoyed it. :)
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Straightjacket Feeling - Chp.7 (Pearlet) by Scarlet
A/N - sorry its been a while, the internet was down in my apartment building and then to be honest I just struggled to find the motivation to post this. Hope you enjoy!
TW - little angst, and a face from Jason’s past.
Chapter 7
(Do I wanna know?)
If this feeling flows both ways
(Sad to see you go)
Was sorta hoping that you’d stay
(Baby we both know)
That the nights were mainly made for saying
Things that you can’t say tomorrow day
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The following weekend Jason was humming to himself as he walked into the bar to meet his friends. He was late as usual, but they were so used to him being late for everything he never saw the point in turning up on time. He saw his friends stood by the bar together but as he got closer his heart started to race.
‘I’m so happy for you guys!’ He heard Brian say.
'It’s fucking brilliant.’ Jake agreed.
'Thanks guys.' Courtney, urgh.
'What’s going on?’ Jason sidled up to the group looking between his friends. Matt held Courtney’s waist and she was wearing the biggest smile Jason had ever seen. He knew. Oh god, it had happened.
'Matt proposed and I said yes!’ She screeched a little holding out her hand so Jason could see the beautiful vintage diamond ring on her dainty finger. His eyes found Matt’s and Matt must have seen the sadness behind them even though Jason tried to disguise it because Matt bit his lip and looked away. Jason felt as though someone had turned the heat up. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. He struggled to breathe. He thought he was actually going to be sick. Courtney was looking at him expectantly, awaiting some form of congratulations. Jason didn’t remember his brain telling him to speak but suddenly he was forcing a smile.
'Wow, that’s…wow. Congratulations.’ He barely heard his own words. He felt dizzy, like everything was spinning.
'Are you ok Jason? You look really pale?’ Kurtis’ voice was distant, Jason barely registered it.
'I thought you were feeling better after last week?’ Matt’s voice was even more distant.
'I uhm…I don’t feel so good.’ He turned around, not entirely sure where he was going but he stumbled, Kurtis just managed to grab hold of him.
'Let’s get you some air.’ Kurtis put his arm around Jason’s shoulders and helped him back outside. Jason fell against the wall.
'This is about Matt isn’t it?’ Kurtis asked him, stroking his hair back off his face.
'He’s…he’s…he told me he was going to propose but I…I didn’t actually believe it was going to happen.’ He was breathing heavily, on the verge of hyperventilating.
'Deep breaths.’ Kurtis told him, rubbing his back. 'Just take deep breaths.’
Jason did as he was told and started inhaling and exhaling slowly and deeply while Kurtis continued to rub his back.
'I can’t believe this is happening.’ He ran his hands over his face, hoping he wasn’t going to cry.
'You still have feelings for him.’ Kurtis bit his lip. He hadn’t realised that until right now. Jason had never told Kurtis the real reason he’d bailed on him on their last day of Spring Break. He’d never told anyone about that night with Matt, because he felt stupid. He’d clearly been a huge mistake for Matt, so why would he want to relive that? He’d tried to pretend his crush on Matt was over long ago, but it was evident now that it wasn’t. Jason nodded his head and sniffed.
'Yeah, dumb right?'
'I thought you got over that, I thought it was just a college crush?'
'I’d hoped it was but no. I’m fucking crazy about him Kurtis and this is killing me.’ A small tear escaped his eye but he quickly batted it away before more could fall. Kurtis pulled him into a tight hug.
'That sucks Jason, I’m sorry.’ He wrapped his arms tightly around his friend. 'He is straight though, you’ve always known that. I mean I know you had that kiss that one time but-’
'Yes I know Kurtis.’ Jason sighed, pulling out of his embrace. 'You’d think that would be enough to make me stop feeling like this, but it isn’t. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop feeling this way about him.'
'Oh sweetie.’ Kurtis stroked his cheek. 'You just need to meet someone else, there is someone out there that will make you make wonder what you ever saw in Matt.’
'I hope so.’ Jason sniffed again. 'I’m starting to doubt that though.’
'When was the last time you went on a date though Jason?'
'I don’t know.'
'Ok, how about the last time you got laid?’
Jason scratched the back of his head as he thought. Jesus it shouldn’t be this hard to remember should it?
'My birthday, that guy I met at the club, you remember?'
'Yeah I remember.’ Kurtis bit his lip. 'Your birthday was almost seven months ago though Jason.'
Jason pouted his bottom lip.
'So?’
'So, you’re not going to get over Matt if you don’t try and find someone new.'
'It’s not like I don’t try Kurtis, it’s just…no one compares to him.’ He hung his head a little. He hated feeling like this about Matt, he really did. He would give anything to meet someone that made him forget about him.
'Do you know what I think the problem is? You’ve clearly put Matt on this pedestal, you think so much of him that you don’t think there is anyone as good as him. You’re too preoccupied wishing you were with Matt to fall for someone else.'
'What are you a therapist now?’ Jason scoffed.
'You just need to meet someone, you need a distraction from Matt.’ Kurtis’ eyes suddenly lit up. 'Oooh I know just the thing! This guy at my work was telling me about this speed dating night he went on and he got like six guys numbers.'
'No, no way.’ Jason shook his head. He was joking right?
'Oh come on! It’s a great way to meet people. I’ll even go with you if you like?’
'Oh yeah I’m sure Patrick will love that.’
'He won’t mind if I tell him in going for you.’ Kurtis waved a dismissive hand at Jason.
'No offence Kurtis but if you came with me it would like having my grandma there.'
'Some offence taken.’ Kurtis frowned.
'Oh come on, you’ve been with Patrick for so long you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself on the dating scene. And you’d spend the whole night fussing over me and probably scare guys away.’ Jason told him and Kurtis knew he was probably right.
'You’re not going to go on your own though are you?'
'I’ll go if you promise not to come with me.’ Jason didn’t want to go, he thought speed dating was a horrible idea, but maybe meeting someone else wouldn’t be a bad thing. A distraction. He certainly wasn’t looking for something serious, because Kurtis was right, in his head he was too busy belonging to Matt to fall for anyone else. But a distraction wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
'You promise me you’ll go? I want proof when you do.'
'Sure whatever.’ Jason rolled his eyes. Kurtis was on his phone now, tapping away for a minute before he looked back at Jason.
'There’s one tomorrow night!’ He turned the phone around so Jason could see the page he’d got up.
'Tomorrow? That’s a bit soon.’
'Jason.’ Kurtis raised an eyebrow at him. 'No time like the present.'
Jason rolled his eyes again, knowing full well that arguing with Kurtis was fighting a losing battle.
'Fine, I’ll go. We should get back in, they’re probably wondering where we got to.'
'Are you sure you’re ok to go back in?’ Kurtis pocketed his phone and gave Jason a sad look.
'Yes I’m fine. It’s going to look weird if we stay out here too long. Come on.’ He motioned Kurtis towards the door. Jason took a deep breath as he walked back inside. Their friends had glasses of champagne and were toasting.
'Hey there you are!’ Bri handed Jason and Kurtis each a glass. 'You almost missed the toast.’
Jason took the glass and tried not to make eye contact with Matt as Jake spoke.
'To Matt and Court!’ He cheered and then they all clinked glasses. A second later Matt was at Jason’s side.
'Are you ok?’ He whispered to the younger boy. Jason bit his lip. He was far from ok, but he was determined that he would be. He had to get over this thing he had for Matt before it destroyed him. Matt was getting married. It was over. Jason was never going to be with him. And that hurt like hell but Jason wasn’t going to let Matt know that.
'Yeah I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be?’ He plastered on a smile and as Matt went to speak again, because he didn’t believe Jason at all, Jason suddenly turned his back on him and was talking to Brian. Matt sighed and sipped his champagne. Why was this engagement starting to feel like a bad idea? He’d been sure that this what he wanted but for some reason now he wasn’t so sure. There was something in his gut as he looked at Jason as he threw his head back laughing at something Brian had said that made Matt feel uneasy. Something in his gut was telling him, something he’d probably always known really, that maybe he was with the wrong person. Maybe the wrong person was wearing his ring. But it was too late now, and Matt was going to have to live with that.
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Jason felt uncomfortable as he stood in the bar the following night waiting for the speed dating session to start. He got a drink and stood at the bar not making eye contact with anyone. They’d had to draw straws to see who would sit at the tables and who would do the moving and Jason was so thankful he got to be one of the ones that stayed at the table. His head wasn’t in this, Kurtis had practically forced him into it. He sighed as he remembered he was supposed to prove to Kurtis he’d come tonight. How the hell was he supposed to do that? He thought for a second before pulling his phone from his pocket and opening his Facebook app.
Jason Dardo: is at some dumb speed dating event because his even dumber friend Kurtis Dam-Mikkelsen forced him into it. Proof enough, dumbass?
He updated his status and checked himself into the event. He barely put his phone away before he felt it buzz from a notification. Facebook. He sighed and opened the app back up.
Kurtis Dam-Mikkelsen: proud of you boo! Xx
Jason rolled his eyes as he read the comment. He was about to reply when a voice boomed over the sound system in the bar.
'Can you all take your seats, we’re about to begin. The rules are really simple, guys doing the switching, you have three minutes at each table. If you come across someone you like at the end you can leave a note with me for the guy that takes your fancy with your number on and we’ll pass them out after. If they feel the same then it’s up them to contact you! Right, let’s get started!’ The man was a little too enthusiastic for Jason’s liking. He took a seat at his designated table and ran his fingers through his messy hair. He probably could have made more of an effort but he so didn’t want to be here. He sipped his drink as the man announced they were starting and a man sat down in front of Jason.
'Hi, I’m Robbie.’ The older man smiled. He’d had dark hair once Jason assumed but it was now peppered with greys. He wore glasses and his smile was a little crooked. Jason sighed inwardly, he’d hoped maybe at least he’d meet a guy he’d want to fuck. Things hadn’t started off so well.
'Jason.’ Jason knew he couldn’t sound any less interested if he tried but he didn’t care.
'Nice to meet you.’ Robbie smiled again. 'How does a gorgeous guy like you end up at a speed dating night?’ He chuckled and Jason couldn’t help but pull a face. What a line, he thought.
'Well let’s see,’ Jason began, there was no point in lying to this man. He had no interest in him so he didn’t see the point. 'I’m kind of in love with my straight best friend and he’s just proposed to his long term girlfriend and I started panicking so my friend made me come.’ He sat back in his chair and folded his arms.
'Oh.’ Robbie scratched his awkwardly. 'I see.’
'Hmm.’ Jason mumbled. This was going to be a long fucking night.
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There had been no one that caught Jason’s attention, each guy had been a bigger dud than the last and Jason had barely said a word to any of them. He knew he should try and put more effort into this but his head just wasn’t in it. He would rather be at home pining over Matt with a take away pizza. This was beyond depressing. He was about half way through when a messy haired man with a large smile plastered across his face sat down at his table.
'Jason?’ The man asked with a raised eyebrow. Jason frowned scrutinising the man’s face. He recognised him but he didn’t know where from.
'Uhm…yeah?'
'You don’t remember me.’ The guy didn’t seem annoyed about this, his smile turned into more of a smirk.
'Sorry, no.’ Jason shrugged. The guy laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.
'It’s ok, it was like four or five years ago.’ The guy’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at Jason and a wave of recognition hit him as he looked into those eyes. A beach a Daytona. Drinks were flowing. Messy make-out sessions by the pool, in the club. His disappearing act.
'Danny?’ Jason finally smiled, there was a face he never expected to see again.
'The one and only.’ He winked flirtatiously at Jason.
'What are doing in New York?’
'I moved here a couple of years ago, I never in a million years would have expected to see you again.’ He chuckled and Jason had to admit it was a really nice sound.
'Same here.’ Jason laughed.
'How do you fancy getting out of here?’ The sparkle in his eyes was joined by a hint of danger. It made Jason’s body tremble.
'Are we allowed to do that?’ Jason bit his lip.
'Who cares?’ Danny shrugged. 'I’ve found the person I want to take home tonight.'
Jason felt the tremble again, this time confined mostly to his crotch. He looked around. He knew they didn’t have a lot of time before they would have to switch again and Jason wasn’t done with Danny, not by a long shot.
'Fuck it, let’s get out of here.’ He stood from the table as did Danny.
'Party!’ He grabbed Jason’s hand and then they were running for the door.
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They walked through the park together, Danny lit a cigarette.
'Where did you go that night?’ Jason finally asked him after a long silence. Danny exhaled the smoke and it drifted gracefully up into the still night.
'You and that guy seemed to be getting into one. I felt a bit like I was stepping on his toes or something.’ Danny shrugged.
'Stepping on his toes?'
Danny turned to look at Jason as they walked.
'Yeah, he was clearly jealous.'
'I don’t think so.’ Jason laughed uncomfortably. 'Matt’s straight.’
'Fuck off is he!’ Danny laughed and he fell down to a bench in the park. Jason sat next to him. 'I got a gay vibe off of him within seconds.’
'Well you must have been mistaken because Matt is very much straight. He’s just gotten engaged to a woman.’ Jason insisted. Danny pulled a face and dragged on his cigarette.
'He’s no straighter than I am.’ Danny shook his head. 'Come on, level with me. You two have fucked right? I mean you should have done because the sexual tension between you two could be cut with a fucking knife.'
Jason bit his lip and shook his head.
'No, no we haven’t.'
He saw the smirk playing on Danny’s lips.
'You’re a terrible liar.’ He laughed, dropping the cigarette to the floor and stubbing it out with his Converse.
'Fine, so we did. Once.’ Jason sighed, that was the first time he’d admitted that out loud.
'In Daytona?'
'The night I met you.’ Jason felt himself blushing. 'But we’ve never talked about it and not long after he met Courtney and now they’re getting married so.'
Danny turned to face him and put his hand on Jason’s leg.
'You still have feelings for him though.’ It wasn’t a question. How did people keep guessing this recently? Was he that obvious? Did Matt know?
'Uhm…well…I mean-’
'It’s ok if you do.’ Danny smiled. 'I’m not exactly looking for something serious. I had a pretty messy break up not too long ago so I’m just looking for some fun. And if you need a distraction from Matt…’ Danny moved in close to Jason, so close he could feel Danny’s breath on his face. 'I’m told I’m an excellent…distraction.’ He smirked, his lips so close that Jason wouldn’t have to move far to kiss him. Jason swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
'You’d…you’d be ok with that?’ Jason stuttered, feeling strangely nervous. Danny’s smirk grew.
'I would be more than ok with that.’ He licked his lip now and Jason knew it was a seduction technique. And it worked. Jason suddenly grabbed the back of Danny’s head and closed the small space between them, their lips melting together. He remembered the kiss instantly; Danny’s plump lips felt incredible. The kiss heated up really quickly, Danny’s tongue was in Jason’s mouth in no time and he was pulling Jason close by the neck of his t-shirt. Jason was hard within seconds, it really had been a long time. They made out for a long time and were both out of breath when Danny pulled back.
'So,’ his eyes sparkled as he stroked Jason’s unruly hair back. 'Your place or mine?'
It was on. It was so fucking on. And suddenly Matt was the furthest thing from Jason’s mind.
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Crawlin’ back to you
Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through
Crawling back to you
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Mirror's Reflection part 2 - When you're falling in a forest
Okay TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH, PANIC ATTACKS, OVERWHELMED, HEIGHTENED SOCIAL ANXIETY Tell me if there's any additional ones.
By the time they sync down and land in the commons Anxiety is asleep, curling into Prince’s neck. Prince’s head rested upon Anxiety’s and he sat on a sofa. They all did this a lot more as kids although while Prince craved it, it meant a lot less. Now whether or not he was asleep, Anxiety cuddled with all his soul into it.
They all sat with hot chocolate and talked a while over stuff while Thomas and Anxiety slept.
“Something’s on your mind Prince.” Logic said simply.
“When did Anxiety change and how didn’t we see it coming.”
“One of us noticed it happening.”
“Morality, don’t try and …”
“Not him, Prince. I did.” Prince turned to look at Pranks who had a sad smile upon his face.
Prince, fiery personality that he is, went into accusation mode, “Well then why didn’t you stop it, he suffers so much and he’s so worried and he pushes us all to the side when he gets edgy and he didn’t used to.”
“Don’t you dare put that on me, Roman.” Pranks snapped. Two levels left them speechless, considering Pranks made the nicknames he never called them by their original names and Pranks never lost his temper. On he continued, “I did what I could. Luck and support will only get you so far.”
Prince immediately shut his mouth.
Anxiety once used to be the typical worried child in any kids’ adventure film. Willing to do stuff but the first to pipe up that they shouldn’t.
To everyone’s defence it started off small.
In middle to high school the pressure and the homework built and it began to be test season.
After a handful of hours of homework, 3 tests and a coursework in one week everyone decided to have a day off… By going to a party where they knew virtually no one. One of Anx’s least favourite things of all time.He worried and argued and complained when he found out. Pranks was inclined to agree with Anx as he thought it was a lot for the poor kid.
It was all too much for Anxiety who as it got closer had a panic attack to which Morality brought him down and a while later when he felt in his own skin again Anxiety clung to him and sobbed. This broke Morality’s heart, he held him close and let him let it all out.
“I’m sorry.” Morality said after a long time.
“Huh?” Anx sniffled.
“I didn’t realise how much this was upsetting you. I’m sorry.”
Anx rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily, “I know. There’s nothing to be done for it.”
“Let’s ask Prank’s huh? Maybe we can luck out at the last second.”
Off they went and found Pranks ten minutes later setting up a glitter pouch for people to open.
“I’m being summoned but you go to him, okay?” Morality urged before syncing out and Anx walked up, still rubbing his eyes.
Prank’s usual smile dropped into sad concern.
“You’ve been crying.” He stated simply and Anx’s nodded silently. With a sigh he patted the chair next to him and Anxiety sat beside him.
“I don’t want to go.”
“I know.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I know.”
“I need your help.”
“How?”
“I need some luck. For us not to go out or so I don’t have to think about it.”
Pranks thought a long while before replying quietly, “No.”
“Please.”
“Anxiety. It’s best for everyone if I don’t. If we don’t go they’ll want to go again. If you’re given it you’ll worry anyway and the world has it’s own luck. If it’s gonna go wrong that’s just gonna happen. And honestly, they need to recognise that you need time out a lot more than you say.” Pranks tells him straight. This was not what he wanted to hear and put his head in his hands. Pranks soothed him before checking the odds for the night and making Anxiety some saffron tea.
Either fortunately or unfortunately the party was a hit. They saw a lot of people, they all had a lot of fun including Anx after the saffron tea calmed him and it turned out it was what they had all needed for the day.
This however opened a gate that lead to Anx’s severe changes. Everyone felt despite Anxiety’s and Prank’s arguments to the contrary some socialisation after a particularly heavy day or week was all they needed. Morality seemed convinced the party did well but was more inclined to give Anx a few more rests, feeling like a father to him.
A great problem with arguing to the contrary was despite being the first to say ‘this is a problem’ he as a younger person was not very good at convincing others and was even worse at sticking to his guns.
The spiral’s became worse. Anx became angry a lot of the time because he wasn’t being listened to and was overworking a ton. Still, when Prince would smile at a particularly good job done by Thomas Anx’s heart would melt a little knowing the planning had gone well. When Logic would come for folder and plannings sleepovers he’d feel a little better. When Missy helped him with his make up and Imaj played with him he’d feel almost himself. When Pranks and Morality soothed him he felt okay. When Thomas recognised the work was due to Anx he felt accomplished even.
But these were coming fewer and far between. Anx was almost always working and while everyone was feeling the pressure of the essay season and overworking themselves to the bone Anx hadn’t slept in weeks, had constant twiched and plenty of panic attacks which as time went on he hid more from people so they could get more done and was in such a mood that he didn’t want to be near others and others didn’t want to be near him in the worst of it.
Pranks could see it all but couldn’t be back enough to help a lot. He had to play the odds and really help with trying to get them the best results. Between essays Thomas would like to talk to friends or do things which meant the rest had a good experience where Anxiety was like a runaway train. Telling him the ways it could go wrong. Thomas pointing out happily when it went right started a trend that no one foresaw becoming a consistent thing of Anx pointing out smugly when things went wrong.
Finally he did something he never saw himself doing. He told off Prince.
The person he was most drived to impress for. The peron his heart fluttered when he saw. The one with the biggest ideas and he least wanted to disappoint. They lightly debated and argued sometimes while younger but it was mid way through test season at a coffee shop where Anxiety’s nerve finally broke and he snarled at the man he liked, “No. We are not doing that.”
“But we always join the upcoming play.”
“Not this year. Not now. Maybe not ever again!” Anxiety hissed and they had a passionate argument about how it brought Thomas joy but they didn’t have time and they couldnt memorise everything as well as the tests, well the tests didn’t matter as much if Thomas wanted to be an actor, of course they mattered. The build up escalated until they were yelling at each other and Thomas was aggressively colouring in a therapy art book someone had got him.
Finally Anx slammed his door and threw his pillow across the room and then walked after it to throw it again to let some tension out. A couple of hours later Logic turned up with pancakes.
“Salutations. I’m here for our sleepover. I brought sustanance. I noticed you had not ate and decided to bring it with me.”
“Morality?” Anx’s face held the ghost of a smirk smile which calmed Logic down abit. God help Logic, he tried and he had plenty of emotion, as much as the rest but he didn’t know how to help very well. He would often ask the others what he should do if he had a problem that involved people pleasing.
“Pranks. Morality is in with Prince. He’s being very dramatic.” Logic sighed.
“Pfft, charming.” Anxiety scoffed.
“You’re being dramatic too.” Logic stated matter of factly. It seemed to mean a lot more knowing Logic didn’t know that you sometimes shouldn’t say that.
Anxiety’s sass seemed to deflate at it and he nodded, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You should eat though. Missy asked a question that I realise I hadn’t thought about.”
“What?”
“When was the last time I saw you actually eat.” Logic replied. Anxiety’s eyes widened and he gawped a little, trying to look anywhere but Logic’s eyes. Then he took the plate and ate a bite. He hadn’t meant to miss food he was simply too busy but once he had began to fill his stomach he began to rationalise things again. He was still more moodier, irritable and panicked than Anxiety used to be but the behaviour had began to be natural to him. He realised the way he’d spoke to Prince was off the handle however so he decided to apologise after food.
Prince had had the same idea and was just outside Anxiety's door.Both boys gave a sincere sorry to one another and then immediately went to debating about things in a much more friendly way. Neither pointed out that the other was blushing.
It was not long later after that, that Anx had the panic attack that left them in hospital. A particularly not nice teacher had laid into Thomas hard about his future which was a sore spot for every one of them. Then he got the news his grades weren’t as good as expected and the family dog was ill. Tyro the dog was usually Anxiety’s saving grace in time of need and he hadn’t learnt to.not say when.he thought the worst.might.have happened so he had yelled, “Tyro might be dead.”
When he did.everyone hyperfocused.and whether or not Tyro would be dead. He started to panic.and hyperventilate. So he walked into the commons to find Logic and uttered, “Help me.”
It was like Anxiety couldn’t speak. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t breath, he couldn’t control his limbs, he couldn’t make a damn sound. He just wanted to scream.
And then began screaming with the pain. His panic attack kicked in.and almost immediately hit fit stage, his whole mind was fried. He simply screamed and yelled and the others suggested things but Anx no longer had control over his limbs. They quickly sank down and told him to have contact with Thomas to which Anxiety prompytly tried to crawl away.Thomas was in the late stages of a bad panic attack and Anxiety was avoiding touching Thomas like the plague. He had heard he had to hurt Thomas and he wasn’t willing. He wasn’t, he wasn’t, he wasn’t..
Anxiety’s eyes rolled back and he slumped unconcious. At the same moment Thomas started to lose control of body functions and trying very hard he sent a text saying 10RS to his best friend which had been a code including the richter scale; the higher the worse. They could only assume his best friend did his job contacting the hospital as they woke in a hospital bed with concerned faces.
Back in Thomas’ mind Anxiety was in effectively his own hospital bed with Missy looking after him. They had been furious when they all attempted to mollycoddle the guy and demanded they all leave until Anx was ready to recieve visitors. They had expected some upside considering it was Missy but they got none so promptly did as told.
A part of Anx stayed closed after that, any optimism easily persuaded onto him before became a task and while he still did everything he did with them before (although a lot less frequently) he didn’t open up as before. He couldn’t be sure they liked him cos he wasn’t sure he liked himself.
Everyone remembered things minisculey differently as a group will tend to do but no one could deny Anxiety changed from that day for worse in some ways, for better in others. They loved him in their different ways all the same.
He made sure he'd never ask himself if he ever let them know it was too much again.
When he woke up two days later, he made everyone pancakes and thanked them before sitting cross-legged on the coffee table with a blanket wrapped around him watching mind numbing tv.
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A Labor of Love Chapter 3
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"OMN NOM NOM NOM!"
-Cookie Monster
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Peeking into the house, her own house for goodness sakes! Kagome stepped lightly on the tiled floor. Which was pretty ridiculous, the last time she snuck into her home was when her parents were still alive and she had gone to a party until one in the morning.
She straightened up. There was no way she would allow him to intimidate her.
"This is my house after all," she said aloud stomping past the kitchen.
"Do you always talk to yourself?" came a familiar voice as she passed.
Kagome stopped in her tracks to glare at the kitchen but it was empty. A sweeping glance across the living room came up with the same result.
Where the hell is he? she thought irritated.
"Look up human," he spoke again.
Following his instructions she saw the devil on her ceiling looking so casual as if he had been napping. But it was if he had reversed gravity because his hair stuck to the ceiling as well instead of hanging down.
"How did you..." Kagome stumbled.
"Would you like to experience it as well?" He snapped his fingers.
Kagome was starting to dread that motion. Before she knew it her feet were leaving the ground. Freaking out she started to turn upside down lifting her shirt up. Frantically she held it down with both hands and started to hyperventilate. Her mind went blank with adrenaline and fear. Her ceiling wasn't that high but Kagome was extremely scared of heights. Ever since she was young it had kept her from doing so many things.
Finally her back hit the ceiling right next to Sesshomaru and she clenched her eyes shut and without knowing it grabbed him by the shirt with all her strength.
"Put me down!" she shouted.
He winced at the loud noise so close. "Will you bake?"
"Yes! Yes I'll freaken bake just put me down!" she shouted again.
With another snap she felt herself falling which was even more terrifying.
When her feet touched her floor her knees buckled and she collapsed taking the devil with her she never released his shirt.
"Hu wo, hu wo..." Kagome exhaled and inhaled to calm herself.
"Are you quite done?" Sesshomaru asked with some detest.
She snatched her hands away and glared at him fiercely. "It's your fault."
He stood straight and re positioned his shirt. "Humans have many trivial fears and phobias, that is not my fault."
Regaining what was left of her strength she wobbly put her hands on the counter and pulled herself up.
Walking away from her he made himself comfortable on the black leather couch. "Make something quick, I am not a patient person."
"Jerk," she said under her breath taking unsteady steps into the kitchen.
She gathered her tools; apron, bowls, whisk, ingredients, etc. Set the oven to the appropriate temperature. This time around she wouldn't need her mothers book because this recipe was basic. Baking 101.
Could she really live her whole life like this? baking for this dangerous stranger... Although it wasn't like she had anything else to do. Her love life was non existent. she wasn't in college. Just a twenty-one year old female who knew magic and is working at a bakery by pure luck and living with her fourteen year old brother.
Pretty boring really. But when she asked for a little excitement in her life being enslaved by a devil was not what she had meant. Something normal like being asked out by that cute guy whose at a regular at the bakery would have been fine.
Kagome carried the bowl over to her mixer, setting the speed to three she leaned back against the counter keeping an eye on it.
"How many times do you plan on coming here?" Kagome questioned. "Once a day? Twice a week?"
Never? she thought sarcastically.
"Whenever I like," was his answer.
Kagome sighed and stopped the mixer. Stirring the ingredients herself make sure it was mixed well. Carrying the bowl over to the already buttered pan she used an ice cream scoop to divvy out the dough. The pan slid into the oven and the timer was set to twenty minutes.
She cleaned up some before taking her apron off. "It'll be ready in twenty. I'm going to take a shower."
"Was that an invitation?" he called from the couch.
"W-what?! No you idiot! Argh!" A bright red Kagome stomped away and slammed the door once she was in her room.
Not only was a jerk he was perverted? Great, the cherry on the sundae.
She grabbed a change of clothes and went into her bathroom locking the door.
Not like that could actually stop him but it made her feel better for the most part.
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Coming back into the living space she caught the timer just as it rang. Putting oven mitts on she opened the oven and pulled out the burning hot tray to lay down on top of the stove.
She finished cleaning while they cooled down. And when they were finally cool enough to move she shifted them to a plate.
By the way he didn't move from couch she assumed she was supposed to deliver them. She gritted her teeth and pushed down her pride walking over to him.
"Here you go you majesty," she spat sarcastically laying the plate down on the coffee table. "Chocolate chip cookies."
He opened his eyes to reveal those golden globs glancing at the cookies then her.
And with a serious expression he said, "Feed them to me."
Kagome gaped hoping she had heard wrong. "Excuse me?"
"I don't repeat myself human," he growled and closed his eyes.
A thought popped into her head to cram the cookies down his throat and hope he would choke. But being immortal she was sure that wouldn't end well for her. As of now she couldn't risk dying.
She took a cookie and touched it to his lips. He opened his mouth to reveal sharp canines and sunk them into the soft cookie. Pretty much taking half of it.
When he was done chewing Kagome asked, "Well?"
Even though she detested the guy she still wanted to get an opinion.
His eyesopened and looked straight at her. "They're delicious." He took the rest of the cookie into his mouth.
"Good," was her only response with a light blush.
Reaching for another cookie, this time for herself.
Before she could even bite down she was tugged down by her arm to land on top of Sesshomaru. His body was hard and warm. His face was about two inches away from her's. She couldn't imagine what he wanted.
"Mine." he growled.
Her eyes widened as he closed the distance. Then with the cookie still half way in her mouth he bit the other half.
Pushing her off and grabbing the plate to rest on his chest with his goal completed.
"You really are a Devil!" she screamed at him from the floor.
The front door opened. "Hey sis I'm home."
Kagome stared wide eyes at her brother from the side of the couch. From this angle and Sesshomaru's position Souta couldn't see a thing.
"H-Hey there!" Kagome got on her knees and started to stand.
She swiped the cookies from Sesshomaru's chest and whispered quickly. "Keep quiet and you'll get these back."
Sesshomaru glared up at her. "You dare-"
She shoved a cookie in his mouth.
"Huh?" Souta glanced towards her.
Kagome stood straight and coughed. "I think I made these with a little too much sugar." She coughed some more and opened one eye to see if he was buying it.
He wasn't.
"Are you ok?" He took a step forward toward the couch.
"Never better." she replied nervously.
Another step forward.
"How was school?" she blurted.
Souta stopped and averted his gaze. "Fine. I've got some homework to do." He moved off towards his room.
When his door shut it was a bitter sweet moment. She had successfully hidden Sesshomaru but still didn't know what was wrong with Souta, but it had to be school related.
"Ahem."
Kagome looked back down at the glaring devil on her couch. She placed the cookies on his chest. "Here."
"I require more of a reward," he spoke as he stood with the plate of cookies in one hand. He smirked mischievously at her.
"Okay I get it." Kagome held up her hands in defeat. "Next time you come I'll make a chocolate cake. Are we even now?"
Somehow Sesshomaru's face went blank.
"What? Isn't that what you want...ed..." It took her a moment.
He turned around and made his way to his door swiftly, but in no way was he running.
"Oh my god! You pervert!" She picked up the nearest object, which happened to be a thick paperback novel, and threw it softball pitch style.
It hit the door right as he left missing it's mark.
Kagome breathed heavily from the sudden exertion of energy. He made her feel so tired!
"What's wrong?" Souta came out of the hallway quickly with a look of concern.
Kagome was dumbfounded at what to say. "Ah..." She switched her eyes to the television that was on the weather channel.
"The anchor was being a real pervert. It just made me mad," she shrugged nonchalantly.
Souta glanced at the tv. "The anchor for that station is a woman."
She froze for a moment before continuing to speak. "S-so? Women can be just as bad. It's just unprofessional."
Souta raised an eyebrow. "Riiight," he stretched out the word. "Sis I think you need to find a boyfriend instead of questioning the weather woman's professional abilities." With that he took his leave.
He didn't even know the half of it...
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Can I get a sick and injured Soul?
So this is Soul, on a class field trip, getting bitten by a venomous rattle snake. Maka comfort.Soul was sure they had passed the same patch of stones three times and finally stopped walking. "Guys, admit it, we're lost.""We're not lost!" Black Star shouted at him angrily. "Shh, lower your voice Black Star." Tsubaki pleaded. "We just strayed off the path. I know the way back from here." He insisted. Soul rolled his eyes. He and Maka had gotten in an argument the day before and she had refused to speak to him since. Making it a long and painfully silent hike through the forest. "Hold on, I've got to tie my shoe." Soul kneeled down and retied his laces. Just before he stood up, he was suddenly struck with a sharp pain in his calf. He froze for a moment in shock from the pain and looked behind him to saw something slither into the tall grass. Looking down he saw blood dripping from his leg. He cried out in agony, grabbing his leg and flailing around on the ground. "Soul! What the hell? What's wrong with you?" Black Star spun around and Tsubaki stood behind him, looking frightened. "He's just trying to get attention." Maka said, walking straight past Black Star and Tsubaki without looking back. "No-Maka-I seriously think there's something wrong with him!" Black Star was scared to approach him. "Trust me. He's faking." Maka's tone was fierce and threatening and Black Star wasn't sure what he was more afraid of at that moment. "It's okay." Soul slowly stood up. The pain had been much worse in the first moment he felt it and it slowly began to die down. "I'm fine. Let's just keep going." The other two hesitated briefly, then nodded to each other and continued walking. Soul lagged behind as he limped painfully. He kept telling himself he was fine and that if anything was really wrong, it could wait until they found the others. But the longer they walked around in circles the sorer his leg got and the harder it was to walk on it. He became aware that he was sweating and panting even though they were walking at a very menial pace. Not only did his leg feel heavier but it felt like he was dragging his whole body. He tried to ignore it and shlepped along for as long as he could. After a while Soul felt he could manage pushing through the feeling but he was confused when he realized he had goosebumps. Thinking it was odd, he wondered what the cause was, and then he realized that he was shivering. He looked down at his shaking hands with wide eyes. Then he gripped his shoulders and rubbed his arms. "Hey guys? Does it seem like it's getting cold to you?" Soul tried to sound as casual as possible. "Cold? I'm sweating buckets over here!" Black Star complained. "We are in Nevada after all!" "Right. Of course." Soul tried to sound like he was joking but he had to admit to himself he was getting scared. It felt like they were walking through the snow and he was freezing even though he knew it was sweltering hot outside. "I don't understand. What's going on? This couldn't be from that thing could it?" Then Soul remembered that he had seen something slither into the grass right after feeling the pain. "No way- This couldn't be-" Soul tried not to panic. "No. I'm just being paranoid. It's just the pain that's making me say this. I've probably got heatstroke from walking around so long. I just need some water." Soul stoped the others. "Hey guys, can we take a water break?" The others stopped walking and stared at him in confusion. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?" Soul didn't like the way they were acting. Tsubaki stepped forwards and spoke with hesitation. "Soul, that's the fourth time you've asked to stop for water. Don't you remember?"Soul was in disbelief. "Quit messing with me guys in not in the mood."Nobody's expression changed which made Soul very nervous. He didn't remember asking for water and he didn't remember drinking any. He stood starring at them and it started to look like they were getting further away. A chill went through his spine and he was struck with nausea. He clutched his stomach, trying to stay as still as possible, hoping it would go away. But the nausea got worse as the dizziness persisted and he felt himself fighting the urge to gag. "I think-uurg something's wrong." Soul was terrified as he gagged and covered his face with his hand. Tsubaki grabbed Maka in desperation. "Maka, I think something's really wrong with Soul." Maka glanced over at Soul, still glaring with her arms crossed, but her expression changed when she saw his condition. Soul was on all fours, clutching his stomach and panting heavily. He was gagging harshly, emitting horrible sounds. Maka ran towards him just as Soul brought up his stomach contents, vomiting them up on the trail. "Soul!" She dashed towards him and kneeled down to help. "Soul, what's wrong?" "Uchh-" Soul coughed and gasped. "It hurts, my leg." He winced. "Your leg?" Maka looked behind him to see that the back of his leg had two large purple circles in it and was swelling up. "Soul! Did something bite you!" She began to panic. "Chh- a snake I think." He panted, before lurching forward again and heaving onto the ground. He gasped and sputtered as he came up for breath. "Gah- it hurts." Tears streamed down Soul's face and he was having trouble controlling his breathing. "Okay Soul I need you to stay calm. Everything will be okay. I promise." Maka tried to calm him down with her words. "Black Star, Tsubaki, you two find help. I'll stay here and take care of Soul." "Right!" Black Star was determined. "We'll be as fast as we can." And the two we're off. Soul was still hunched over on all fours shaking uncontrollably. Maka stroked his back and tried to calm him down. "Soul, you need to breath." Soul was clutching his chest and hyperventilating, dry heaving between forceful sobs. "This isn't working." Maka was at a loss. She decided to find a way to get through to Soul. She had him lay down and at once he curled up into a fetal position, clutching his leg with his back arched in tremendous pain. "Ahhg-uugh." Soul cried out, gasping for air. "It hurts. I feel like I'm dying. I don't wanna die." Soul was hysterical and Maka knew he wouldn't be able to listen to reason in his current state. She pressed her hand over his chest, feeling his chest rising unevenly as Soul desperately gasped for air. "Soul, can you hear me? I need you to calm down." Maka spoke directly to his soul. "Yes. I can hear you." He replied, his soul sounded much more calm and collected than his body was acting. "Are you able to calm your body?" Maka asked. "My physical body is dying. Even as we speak my soul weakens. I'm sure you can feel it fading." Soul told her. Maka tried hard to hold back tears. "Is there anything I can do?" "I'm cold." She heard Soul say. "I'm cold." He said again. "I'm cold." This time Soul's body spoke, and Maka opened her eyes in surprise. Soul was no longer thrashing around or shouting, he was hugging himself tightly and shivering. "I'm cold." He muttered to himself. "Soul!" Maka looked around, then she took off her jacket and laid it over his body. It didn't seem to warm him up, but he let out a sigh of relief after receiving it which was reassuring to Maka. Only about ten minutes later, Black Star and Tsubaki returned with Stein. "Professor Stein!" Maka was relieved to see him. Stein checked Soul's vitals with a very serious look. "He's in a critical condition. I've stabilized him for the time being but he needs to be taken to a hospital as soon as possible. I've called Shinigami for help and he sent someone just now." Maka tried not to reveal the guilt she felt on her face but Stein kneeled down and patted her shoulder. "This isn't your fault." He seemed to be able to read her thoughts. "Soul seems very calm for how much pain he's in. I imagine that was your doing." Maka looked up at him with eyes flooding with tears. Stein looked at her with a reassuring smile. "I promise, he will be fine."
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