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madaboutmunson · 2 years ago

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Everlong - Part 1 - Stacked Actors (Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2)

Warnings: References to violence, murder, injury. imprisonment. Guitars. Otherworldly communication. Angst. Fluff. Monitoring.

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"You know, I count myself lucky to be one of the few that got out alive that night, and having the privilege of a safe space, with friends, to recover." You smile and force the tears to come, just like you rehearsed, just like you did for every reporter.

"So, why do you think you are in there whilst the rest of your alleged friends are out here on the other side of the glass?" The reporter, thinks they're asking a revolutionary question, giving a slight side eye to Dustin and Steve, but it's just like clockwork. They all did this they all wanted you to know they were on your side, but they had absolutely no idea what happened that night. Henderson, Harrington and the rest of the band did.

The government had obviously got involved, convinced people of other things, another big fire for the history books. You were labelled an arsonist, a disgruntled young person, who had been brainwashed by enigmatic man who had apparently also died in the fire. A big neon sign so that people had nothing to fear from you personally, you were just a confused kid, who made a bad choice. It just happened to be a big one.

A year and a half later and the reporters were still coming, less now, but much more niche.

The initially reporters wanted to paint you as what you deserved, a killer, a devil, a demon, born evil, corruptor.

Over the last month or so they'd changed, the people coming wanted to hear your story, the harsh environment you had grown up in, how that had thrust you into the arms of someone who showed you an ounce of care, Eddie. It killed you to lie about him, but Mr Harrington did not believe for second, you would have been capable of anything you had done, if Eddie hadn't been involved. You were such a good kid before meeting Eddie. Part of you knew you were a timebomb, part of you didn't know if Eddie had been the spark or not, but you blamed him for nothing.

"I've been told that I caused some people serious injury that night. No part of me wants to be out there until everyone, including myself, is happy I won't do anything like that again. I can't take back what happened, but I just want to assure everyone that I am genuinely deeply sorry and want to make amends if they will allow me" You give the reporter the look they want as the camera next to them snaps. That doe eyed pout look, the slightly furrowed brow, on the verge of tears. They just ate up that shit.

It wasn't that you didn't care about the lives lost, you did, truly. The scenes haunted your wandering thoughts and dreams, but it all would have been worth it, if you hadn't been interrupted, if you hadn't had to make that choice. Fix everything, or save Eddie. Though in the moment it didn't feel like much of a choice, her voice screamed in your brain to save him, so you did.

Communities of people online campaigned for your release, labelling Dustin as a rich tyrant, Mr Harrington as his accomplice.

You look behind the reporter for a second and meet the eyes of Dustin Henderson, who is watching your every micro expression, and has a drone trained on you with a sedative if you make one false move. You look to the other side and meet Mr Harrington's happy face. He's beaming at you proudly, giving you a secret thumbs up when the visitors and Dustin aren't looking.

"Do we mind if we get a shot of the scar?" She asks politely, but you can see the morbid fascination in her eyes. She wanted to see want it looks like after you get impaled on a guitar and live.

"Absolutely, no problem" you smile, stand up, take off your suit jacket and gently lift your shirt, untucking it to reveal the uneven divoted flesh at the site of impact and exit. You move side to side as the camera rapidly clicks.

"Does it still hurt?", She asks, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape, drinking in that delicious scar tissue.

"Sometimes I get these twinges, but it's nothing compared to what happened to others. I am very lucky, truly." You say tucking your shirt back in and putting your blazer back on.

Softly smiling back at her and the photographer, who is now taking some wider shots of your living quarters, or as most people would call it, your cell. Mr Harrington had encouraged you to be using positive language to keep your spirits up.

"Do you think, you will ever play again?" She asks tilting her head, purposefully revealing the pick necklace that matched the one you had played with that night at The Jackroller. She wanted you to know, she was entirely on your side, but they all did. They wanted something exclusive.

You weren't allowed to see it, but every single interview they brought up that video of you in the bar 'The Jackroller'. How it's still circulated. The thousands of copies of the guitar that had been made. The copies of the picks. Even your handmade Unholy Angel t-shirt had been officially released as merch by the band. And the song? That was played everywhere now, not just in metal clubs, but in restaurants, at parties, in the background of adverts.

All battle of the bands footage and photos had been allegedly lost, anything that ever did crop up was so unbelievable it was dismissed as fake, because how could any of that have possibly happened.

"I'll play again when it's deemed safe for me to do so." You answer kindly and smile over at Dustin and Mr Harrington, then back to her.

"Do you miss it?" She almost whispers, leaning forward in her seat.

You venture into the dramatic for her. You look down at the ground and swallow. Look back up to lock her eyes with yours, and sigh, "Desperately" you say etching pain across your face and touching at your scar.

And there it is, the pity on her face, even the photographer this time. You were getting better at this.

She shuffles forward to ask another, but she is interrupted, "That's your time up." Dustin says sharply.

The reporters expression for a second changes to anger, before putting her own mask on to address Dustin, a big brilliant white smile, "So, sorry, I lost track of time. Thank you so much for this opportunity. Do you mind if I get a picture with them?"

Dustin hated this part. He felt as though he was putting someone in danger every time he allowed it. That this time you'd flip out and do something.

Unfortunately this was Mr Harrington's idea, showing people they had nothing to fear from you, you could be rehabilitated, you had been rehabilitated.

As everyone steps into the cell, you stand back giving them room and position yourself in a space, so they could organise you all however they wanted. She goes for an arm around the waist, her fingers hovering over the scar, she's so desperate to touch, and your arm around her shoulders. You have your other hand in your pocket.

You feel her arm tremble against you, "It's alright" you say gently, "You look great" she beams up at you and you both turn to the camera as the shutter snaps a few times.

As the photographer sets the timer for his own photo opportunity, she turns to you for a hug and whilst embraced whispers, "We're so close to getting you out of here. They can't keep you here forever."

As you part you say, "I have to stay here as long as it takes, but thank you for your support. It means a lot. Truly" You say as you put your hands over your heart.

The photographer wants a picture where you throw up the devil horns on your hands and Mr Harrington looks unsure, "Y/N I just don't think it's a good look, you know? You've been doing so well, and a picture like that on the wrong side of social media could be bad news"

You nod at Mr Harrington, and settle into the same arm drape as previously.

Once your visitors leave, Dustin is on you straight away, "What did she say to you?" He asks impatiently locking you back up.

"Same thing they always say, They'll get me out of here. They don't understand how much I want that, but I have to get better first." You glance over at Mr Harrington with slight forced smile, and he returns a proud one.

Dustin was a brick wall when it came to you, but Steve Harrington was malleable, he truly believed in you.

He'd been your boss at Harrington's Records for a while before the incident, in his 50's now, still a full head of head, always dressed in some variety of suit and loafer combo, unless it was a cookout, then it was those retro shorts and a polo or t-shirt. He had a bus load of kids, never could keep a romantic relationship together for long, even when trying his hardest. Despite everything he treated you like one of his own, he sincerely believed you'd done the work and got well enough.

Whilst Dustin Henderson was resistant to you, he was not resistant to his buddy Steve, and that's how you were making steps. Your bargains with Mr Harrington transformed into bargains with Henderson.

Eat your food for a while week, you'd get to see the guitar. Do your therapy work and you'd get to walk around outside, under intense guard of course. Complete interviews and paint your captors in a good light, and maybe your get a step closer to freedom.

Other things effecting the situation in your favour, the backlash that their businesses were taking by keeping you locked up here. Individually they could live comfortably, but it was their dependants, their families and their employees that were suffering.

Apparently the twist of opinion in the public court could be traced back to one source. A social media group had popped up one day "Free Our Guitar Hero", original creator unknown.

It sat with one post for months, just the video of you playing at The Jackroller.

Then a comment "Are they saying this kid caused absolute carnage in a room full of security, and all they had was their guitar, and then some how escaped past all of them and set fire to everything? Please make it make sense at least 😂"

Then leaked photos of injuries on bodies, "There is no sign of fire damage at all".

Analysis of photos taken outside immediately after the incident, "These are government agent vehicles, not a standard fire department vehicle in sight"

That was all the internet needed, a drop in the ocean.

A snowflake, that formed a snowball, that caused an avalanche.

Mr Harrington points his hand towards you from the other side of the transparent wall, "See, Henderson? They know, and they're trying, even their therapist is satisfied. We absolutely cannot keep them locked up in here forever. You have enough security on them to take down a tank. The ankle bracelet, the drones and the occasional sniper. They are just a kid, Dustin. A kid who made a bad choice. Let's not repeat the mistakes we made with Eddie, ok?" Mr Harrington implores Dustin, "And besides they can get back out there, everyone will be off our backs, and they get a chance at a life."

"Steve, you were in that auditorium too. You saw what they did. It's too dangerous." Dustin says flatly.

"Yes, I was there, and you know what I saw. Eddie, and those guitars. They don't have any of those things anymore, come on Dustin. You know this." He's practically begging.

"Has it occurred to you, at all, Steve, that one of the most dangerous things, about all of this is, we only know where one of those things is?!!" Dustin snaps at him.

"Dustin, please, we don't want an Eddie version two point zero ok. There hasn't been any indication of an incident for over a year and a half now."

"Oh yeah? What about all the outbursts, and the talking to themselves, huh? What about that?" Dustin counters.

Steve's hands go to his hips pushing his blazer open, and he frowns at Dustin with absolute disappointment, "And if you were trapped in a cell, with nothing to do, with no visitors for the last six months, no creative outlet, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you maybe, get a little wound up? Wouldn't you maybe lose your temper? Wouldn't you self soothe, Dustin?"

Dustin's eyes go to Steve's and he softens a tiny amount.

Steve takes his opportunity, "All I'm saying is, with all the security measures we have in place. They could do some things. They could play *a* guitar, one that you have built, one that has some fancy do-hickey shut off or something, ok? The phone is ringing off the hook for them to perform again, just like one song. They'd love it, it'd get those fanatics off our backs and they'd leave our families alone, Dustin." Mr Harrington gestures to you again, "They are just a kid. Let's not let history repeat itself Dustin, please. I can't...I can't go through that again."

Dustin looks at the ground, then at you and back up at Steve, "I build the guitar" is all he says before walking out of the area.

Your face erupts into a giant smile, setting off the ever circling drone to scan you for a sudden change in mood. Mr Harrington frantically flips out his tablet and starts jabbing at the buttons.

"It's fucking joy, you piece of robotic shit! It's joy alright???! Calm the fuck down" he shouts at the drone, as it dances around you threatening you with its dart.

For effect you cower, sending Mr Harrington into full Dad mode, his hands planted on his hips, as he shouts into the camera, "THEY'RE HAPPY BECAUSE THEY MIGHT GET TO PLAY A GUITAR ALRIGHT ITS NOT A THREAT. AT LEAST ONE OF YOU NERDS UP THERE SHOULD KNOW WHAT HAPPINESS IS. JESUS CHRIST, TURN IT OFF, BEFORE I GO GET MY BAT AND TURN IT OFF FOR YOU!"

The dart immediately clicks back up into the drone, and Mr Harrington re-enters the cell to embrace you, "Hey there champ, it's ok. It's ok now" he gently shushes and brushes over your hair with his hands, as your face is firmly planted into his shoulder.

"Champ, Ha!" You hear Eddie scoff "He used to hug me like that too you know, before he stopped visiting, and left me to rot. Fucking Coward. Do not trust him to have your best interests, he's thinking about his family first Y/N. Not you." Eddie tone softens, " However he is proving to be invaluable, so you just need to keep this facade up a little more, ok? We're almost there." You hear Eddie whisper in your mind.

You take a peek over Mr Harrington's shoulder, and can just about make the glimmer of Eddie as he passes. He's so faint to the eye, to see him he had to be in motion and it almost looked like dust particles dancing through rays of light, impossible to detect. However, his touch and his words in your mind were by far the easiest ways to know he was there without alerting anyone else. So this kind of telepathic walkie channel is all you really had to communicate with one another.

It had started with the dance around your cell, but there had been the lights and the radio, all of which were dead giveaways to Steve and Dustin. The talking to him aloud had caused a stir, and you couldn't write to him he couldn't see anything here. Wherever he was, it was this location, but somewhere else in time. Even if Eddie did had the power to do so, making a tear between planes in this cell could mean trouble for you both.

You just had to be so careful, freedom was so close you could almost reach out and grab it. Once you were out of here, once you weren't under cameras 24/7 you could talk freely, maybe even meet up.

Eddie still had his guitar, so he had the means to generate the gateway, but yours was locked up tight and that was under stricter surveillance than you were.

Mr Harrington releases you and holds your chin up, "Not long now kiddo, and you can come home, ok? You're doing so well"

You give him a warm smile, "Thanks for believing in me Mr Harrington. Especially when no one else seems to. Any word from my folks or the band?" You inquire with your most needy voice.

You know full well you'll never hear from your parents again, that was completely impossible on the grounds you'd murdered them. The members of Unholy Angel were unlikely to speak to you again until they ran out of material or Terry's recent marriage failed.

Mr Harrington puts a hand on your shoulder, and looks down at the ground sadly before looking back up at you, "Nothing just yet, champ. Nothing just yet."

"Are people really asking for me to play Mr Harrington? Even after what I did?" You call after him as he's leaving and locking you back up again. A huge smile spreads across his face, "Every single day. You would not believe the offers we've had through. I'm not just talking about pay to play, I'm talking people that want to send you to college. Musicians from all over want you on their record, even if it's recorded right here, and they have to sample it. Don't even get me started on the fan mail" he says flicking his hand down at you.

"I get fan mail?" You ask, this is genuinely news to you. You knew about the support online, you had no idea they knew where you were. That had its own concerns attached to it.

"You sure do. I mean all the gifts we donate elsewhere, you know?" He gulps nervously, "And I've saved you most of the letters. Understandably I can't give you them now"

You nod in agreement, "Thank you for donating the gifts it's the best place for them. I don't deserve them really. Same with the letters. They should probably go too" you worry if that might have been a step too far, a sprinkling too much of martyr, but Eddie disagrees.

"Oooof, right in the ventricles" Eddie laughs for only you to hear. You peer up at Mr Harrington, who's hand is literally in the center of his chest, clutching at the heart you just smashed.

"Everything ok Mr Harrington?" You say sweetly moving you chair back to its usual corner

"Yep" he croaks through a breaking voice.

"See you tomorrow then, maybe?" You smile over at him.

"Yep" he manages again holding back his tears, before leaving.

"Wow! He's going straight up there now... He's...oh shit, he's pulling that card...fuck...right ok act normal...act normal" Eddie says frantically.

The door to the visiting area bursts open. It's Dustin, "Look I don't know what kind of games your playing with Steve but it needs to stop, ok? I have an idea, that Steve is happy with, but you just need to be patient, right? I have a busines to run. I don't need Steve bending my ear about you all day"

"I'm in no rush for anything" you offer innocently.

A micro sneer appears on Dustin's mouth. You couldn't win him over this way, it had to be via his own methods, it had to be trust.

You approach the cell wall nearest him, and he steps back the drone zooms right up to your neck, and you shut your eyes bracing for the sharp sting, but it doesn't come, you open one eye cautiously, and then the other.

"Listen I am really trying here Mr Henderson. Being cooped up in here is taking a toll on me, and I know...god I know I deserve worse, but please if there is a way to prove to you I can live out there, keep my head down, let me, please." This might be the most genuine thing you've said all day.

You look him in his tired eyes, all of this was affecting him too. For a moment there is a glimmer of belief, but something must occur to him and the stern expression is back.

"You'll get your chance soon enough" he says leaving, and trying in vain to slam the door behind him.

"It's messing up our plans, but I kinda admire the little shrimp, sticking to his guns like that." Eddie chuckles, "Veeeery smart, that one. I'm fairly certain you'll end up at Harrington's though, and I can get there easy enough. Well not like turning up on the doorstep, but in the vicinity"

Your heart races at the thought. You hadn't felt anything other than a shared common goal with Eddie previously, except for the moments the guitar had been around. However since Terry stopped visiting, Eddie was all you had for comfort, and more than that you had nothing to hide from him. You weren't sure how much you could hide from him, even if you wanted too, with him floating around in your mind and such.

He'd never brought it up, but you did wonder if he knew. If he new that something was growing. You tried to keep it buried deep or shut it down when it flurried in your mind, but you could feel those feelings of infatuation creeping their way through you. Sometimes it felt like nothing more than a sigh, other times it was verging on yearning.

Thinking about it like this now, and Eddie being silent, made you wonder still. You decide to grab a book and start reading. Your hand has instinctively reached for a random book, you turn it in your hands, Dracula, and you immediately go to return it.

"Dracula, huh? Interesting choice for the evening" you can hear him grin.

"How did you..." You start to think, as he can't see what you can see here.

"You thought the title and this is where I've mapped the bookcase to" he interrupts matter of factly.

"Of course yeah. I'm always surprised this title made it in here." You say lying on your bed, opening up the book.

"Oh I'll think you'll find it's one of Steve's favourites, or at least it was" You hear the tinge of sadness in his tone. Something had happened between Eddie, Dustin and Steve. Dustin hardly got any of Eddie's ire, but Steve got it with both barrels.

It sounded as though Eddie becoming a vampire, had made them much closer initially, but then something changed and Steve left Eddie behind. And that, had completely broken Eddie. Broken him to the point of attempting to alter time.

"Read it to me?" Eddie asks as gently as he can. His voice always with an air of command. Maybe over the years he'd just got used to talking to people like that, it was a much easier way to get what he wanted out of them.

It was an easy enough request to fulfill because Eddie could hear your thoughts anyway, you just couldn't skim read anything. As you start reading you, feel the slightest of something brush your arm, your try to keep your eyes focused on the words but the emerging goosebumps are terribly distracting.

"Don't mind me" Eddie says, "Continue" .

You aren't sure when it happens exactly but you've fallen asleep, at first all you see is darkness but then your eyes open to a meadow, in its spring prime. In your hand a basket filled with purples, yellows and greens. The wicker of the basket gently rustles over the long grass, your free hand dancing over its blades as you walk through it. You feel more peaceful and content than you have ever done in your entire life, the sun is doing just the right amount of shining, and if it gets a bit too enthusiastic a breeze swings through the landscape, to remind it, this day is for you.

As you walk further, the tranquillity subsides as a creeping dread crawls up your spine as you step from the wild grass to the man-worn path, to leave the comfort of the wilderness behind for the necessary evil of civilisation.

Passing the first store the head turns, whispers and glares begin. You don’t understand why, you look down at yourself for any horrors but other than having grubby bare feet you cannot understand what makes them look at you this way.

You walk deeper into the town, the buildings start to become more tightly packed together and they grow in height, looming over you, giving you a sense of being trapped. Your eyes dart around and you pick up your place, if you could just get there, wherever there was, you would be safe.

As your pace picks up so do the whispers and gossiping, “Witch” you hear one say, another spits on the ground towards you, but you give them no attention and continue on your way.

Your hand lunges for the door handle and the bell above it chimes as you enter, a little out of breath, taking a deep breath in, the multitude of scents around the place fill your senses. Lavender, Rose, Mint, and Camomile and you feel some of that fear lift from your shoulders.

“Ah there you are” an older voice croaks out, “Lets see what you have for me today”. Your head turns to a wizened old man behind the counter, and a wave of relief washes over you as you make your way over offering up the basket to him.

“Ah wonderful, wonderful, yes exactly what we needed today, how did you know?” the old man smiles and chuckles, “No, no don't tell me your secrets, girl. I enjoy the magic of it all.”

The man turns his head to the doorway behind him, “Aimon, come out here lad, there is someone you need to meet.”

The hurried sound of shoes on wood, and a young man appears, tight dark curls atop his head, in his finery, but also smudges on his fingertips and face, probably from working the pestle and mortar you figure.

“Aimon, this is Yedda, one of our most valued suppliers. Yedda this is my new apprentice Aimon” You brace yourself with a smile, unsure how someone new might react to you. The apprentice turns to you and time slows.

Some of the deep brown curls that had escaped the pomade pushed through them, like falling springs on his forehead, as he swings his head toward you, an initial blank expression on his face. He slowly blinks his round dark mahogany eyes at you one…two times. One side of his mouth curls up first, revealing the sweetest dimple next to his mouth, and soon the other side follows obediently. His eyes trail side to side from the floor at your feet, quickly zig-zagging right up to the scarf around your hair.

When his eyes meet yours, the sensation from the meadow returns again. You felt at home.

Your eyes flutter open, and you take in your surroundings. You're back in your cell, the book clutched to your chest, as a food tray is pushed through the door. Mr Harrington's face the other side of it, he looks excited about something.

"Mr Harrington, everything ok?" you smile at him, getting up and collecting your food.

"Look, I can't say much, but, you should really, like definitely, eat your breakfast this morning. You might even need it all" Mr Harrington is trying to hide a big smile, he keeps looking up at the camera.

The little drone circles you and you try to relax so it backs off a little.

You eat a big mouthful of your breakfast, as Mr Harrington sits in the visitors area scrolling through the news, occasionally looking up at you, checking your tray and then smiling slightly, his eyes sparkling.

You finish your food. It's the most you've eaten in such a long time, you almost feel glassy eyed full.

You gently push the tray through. Mr Harrington snatches it up quickly and leaves you standing there in confusion.

You laugh, puzzled, and go back to make your bed, and put away your book. You sit in your arm chair and pull at the bare threads, twisting them around your fingers, in anticipation. It was strange to be waiting and not have a clue what you were waiting for, if anything at all.

Your mind drifts back to your dream, you don't recall reading anything like that in your book, but the imagery was so vivid and the feelings felt so very real. You'd check with Eddie later, see if he knew anything about it, but as far as you knew Eddie got turned in the 80s, not in whatever age your dream was set. There again, it might not have been anything at all. Maybe your brain was still trying to process certain feelings of your own and just twisted things a little.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of the visitor door opening, you stand up and go to see what is going on.

You see a very excited Mr Harrington, and an almost nervous Dustin Henderson.

"Ok, back up. All the way to the other wall!" Dustin barks at you.

You do as instructed, your ever present friend the drone hurrying you along.

Once satisfied something is pushed through the door.

It looks like someone has wrapped up a plank of wood, badly. You stay perfectly still, looking between it and Dustin and Mr Harrington.

Mr Harrington's big smile dissolves a little, he's realised you're afraid to take it, and the shame creeps up on him, as he stares at you for a few moments. He looks at Dustin and then back you, he's seen your expression before on a different face. He composes himself and swallows hard, making eye contact with you again.

"Why don't you open it? It's for you, it's all yours. A reward, you know" he puts on a smile and says encouragingly.

Your eyes shoot to Dustin, he nods.

You walk forward slowly, take the wrapped gift from the ground, and take it over to your bed to open it. You take your time, and try to remain as calm as you can, because you can see a new red dot trained on you from somewhere.

As the paper parts the gift is revealed. The dark wood feels cold under your hand, as you run your fingers along it, occasionally bumping over the metal strips. It's a fret board. No headstock, no body, no strings. Just the maple neck and the ebony frets.

You let out a gutteral sob hunched over it whilst gripping it in your hands, the tears will not stop coming, as you try to get out a 'Thank you' as you look over to them.

Dustin eyes are trained on you, his hand ready, hovering over something.

Mr Harrington is almost in a similar state to you. His hand clasped over his mouth, turning around to look away occasionally, but he can't hold back his tears this time, his shoulders shaking with an outburst of repressed emotions.

You weren't sure if it was all for you, or if in some way it was to do with repentance, making up for what they did to Eddie through you. They had kept him trapped, then worse taken away all he had left, and finally left him with nothing. This time they hadn't left you and they given you a chance.

You slowly pick up the fret board from the paper and gently move your fingers along it tapping out notes you could only hear in your mind.

A whole week you trained on that thing, Eddie would come by sometimes and sing out the notes for you as you tapped against the wood. After no incidents and good behaviour it was then replaced by a version with a body and head stock.

A week with that and you were given a singular string at a time. You'd worked your way to a full guitar. If you weren't having to do something required (eating, sleeping, therapy, interviews) you were playing. Playing until your arms ached, until your finger tips were sore or until your eyes couldn't stay open anymore. A few times you had fallen asleep holding it.

The first few times Mr Harrington had removed it and woken you up, but he eventually stopped, his excuse was you'd only pick it up first thing anyway. Eddie had said it was probably because "You looked damn adorable" sleeping that way.

Finally the day came where they were gonna let you play through an amp. You had wires and pads all over you for monitoring your vitals and then some.

You were so nervous, sure it was exciting and exhilarating, but you also had to keep it together to make sure it didn't worry anyone.

You plug in, and pluck a few notes, a scale, some chords, a nice mellow song. You look over at everyone standing in the visiting section.

Dustin looks up from his screen as you stop, "You need to play the song from The Jackroller" he stares at you carefully and then looks down at his screen.

Mr Harrington folds his arms and looks very nervous now, his smiled pulled back into a partial grimace. Normally he looked so sure, but with his confidence flagging, your heart raced.

You squeeze you eyes shut, bracing for the worst, and launch into the song. You feel a sweat break out, remembering that night. Seeing Eddie wide eyed up you in the crowd, your band mates looks of horror as their bodies were taken over by some other force, bending them to its will.

Then that person dancing, they were too close to Eddie. Way too close, and before you knew it they been thrown against a wall and through a table by some invisible force.

The song finishes and you open your eyes, you are drenched in sweat, and your limbs tremble, as you look over at those studying you. They ask you to unplug, put the guitar down and walk over to them so they can remove all the monitors from you.

Everyone eventually leaves, and you pace around the cell for a bit, nervously biting your fingernails, wondering what would happen now.

You feel that tingling sensation on your shoulder, "Hey, good job today." Eddie says kindly, "I wouldn't wear yourself out waiting to an answer. They might be some time. Come and sit down" you feel the tingle on your shoulder move down to your hand, and although he can't possibly be, it is almost like Eddie's holding it, maybe it was what you wanted it to be.

With all the guitar stuff happening, you knew Eddie had been around a lot less, you hadn't asked why, you'd been too busy with the guitar. Sometimes you'd forget all about him, and that made you feel like absolute dirt, but part of you knew he understood. When you had eternity, what did a few days matter?

You pick up your guitar and start playing around on it,a few minutes later you feel a total body freeze. The sun beams down through your window, and in the golden hour rays you see dust particles condense around your own fingers.

"Maybe, I should have asked first?" Eddie asks as there is a shift again.

You chase the particles around the guitar, playing different famous guitar riffs. Eddie praising or chastising you in your head, depending on the results. One you recognise immediately and refuse to play it. You'd heard all about Master of Puppets on the trailer. Eddie laughs "Too on the nose, maybe?"

"This close to potential freedom and you want to play that? No way, buddy!" You think.

"You looked scared out there earlier, what were you afraid of?" He asks curiously, but you can tell by his tone he already knows the answer.

"You know I'm just so close to getting out of here, and they threw me that curve ball. I mean nothing happened so I'm hoping thats enough" you tell part of the truth and hope for the best.

Eddie tuts a few times and makes a buzzer noise, "Wrong, try again"

You stop playing for a minute and lean your head against the wall behind you, "Ok, I was scared I'd feel that power again. I was scared they would be able to tell I liked it, and they'd stop everything."

"I'm tired of not being able to see you too." He says quietly, as the flecks in the light condense around your arms and hands

"I didn't say that..." You start to say, feeling a little flustered. He can't help but know. You had tried to quieten your feelings but it was futile.

"You didn't have to say anything. If this does not go our way. I'll figure something out. I promise." He vows, "I've played nice for nearly two years. I will not let them hold you prisoner forever. I'm trying it this way for you, and it's smarter I'll give you that, but it is wearing thin" you hear the slight growl in his voice.

"So how long have you been able to do this neat trick?" You say wiggling your fingers, through the minuscule fragments in the fading light.

Eddie giggles a little, "Hey, stop that! Oh since forever...it's just...well...when you are doing something you enjoy, you're louder to me. Reading is good, sometimes certain visitors, the bits of guitar, like wow, but today when you plugged in and played that song...you were like a hologram." He says almost sweetly.

"And now?" You ask carefully.

"Now...well you're definition is fading..." He voice trails off a little, "but you are glowing" he whispers, and you close your eyes as he does so.

You were currently in a whole heap of actual lawful trouble, but this thought exchange made you feel like you were headed for another kind.

You squeeze you're eyes shut more tightly, and just start of thinking things from around the room.

"Hey! Just when it was starting to get good in here, you go and change the channel? No fair!" Eddie complains with a laugh.

You hear a rumble followed by the visitors doors opening up. Mr Harrington is standing there with two cases, "Get your stuff Y/N. You're coming home"

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #modern au #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington #dustinhenderson #steve stranger things #dustin stranger things

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snowdice · 3 years ago

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Folds In Time Part 1 Playlist

Hey everyone, for those who are interested, I just wanted to let you know I’ve officially completed the Folds In Time Book 1 playlist. It’s currently 67 songs. It’s usually one or two songs per chapter. If you’re interested in which songs go with which chapters, you can see it under the cut. Totally willing to answer questions about why each song goes with the chapter I put it with. (Me scaling the wall wanting to talk about it, but also knowing most people don’t care as much as me.)

Here’s a link to the playlist on Youtube!

Where in Time is Carmen Sandiego?

Chapter 1: Burnt Rubber Pop-Tarts

Disappear- Eli

Burn Rubber- SOPHIE

Chapter 2: Green Light

Nyan Cat

Chapter 3: Eye of Gold; Thigh of Blue

Masquerade- Motion Picture Cast | Andrew Lloyd Webber’s The Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack

Charleston- Bob Crosy

Arc I Playlist

Chapter 4: Before All The Paperwork Got Signed

My Roommate is a Cat Opening- Unknown World

Straight Shot- DeVotchKa

Chapter 5: It Spills Itself in Fearing to be Spilt

Highly Suspect- Gath Salts

By Myself- FIDLAR

Vodka- Korpiklaani

Chapter 6: You Try to Cut Her Wires

Auld Lang Syne- Guy Lombardo (1947 Version)

Time Bomb- Iration

Chapter 7: Not Much Has Changed But They Live Underwater

Year 3000- Jonas Brothers

Auld Lang Syne (Cool Techno Remix)

Chapter 8: Just in the Nick of Time

Timebomb- Kylie Minogue

In the Nick of Time- Patti Labelle (Brewster’s millions movie)

Chapter 9: 大碗宽面 (Big Bowl Thick Noodle)

大碗宽面 (Big Bowl Thick Noodle)

Leave Me Be- Choir Boy

Chapter 10: All the Subliminal Things

Sucker-Jonas Brothers

Chapter 11: Right Place; Wrong Time

Meet Me By the River- Jacob Browne

Right Place Wrong Time- Dr. John

Chapter 12: French Lessons

French Class BLAJK

Chapter 13: Out of the Loop

1940- The Submarines (Amplive Remix)

Chapter 14: Crepe Date

Savory Truffle (2008 Remastered)- Beatles

Chapter 15: We’re No Strangers to Love

Never Gonna Give You Up- Rick Astley

It’s Not Unusual- Tom Jones

Arc II Playist

Chapter 16: Do the Mambo

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of…)- Lou Bega

Chapter 17:

Carnavales Cameguey 2016 (Just music from the festival)

Chapter 18:

L-O-V-E Multilingual Version (Nat King Cole)

A La Mode- Los Abandoned

Chapter 19: Let Me Count the Waves

Flying Dutchman- Blasterjaxx & Zafrir

Let Me Count the Ways (I Love You)- The Temptations

Chapter 20; Two Wrongs Fix a Hole in Time

Distortions- David Guetta

Chapter 21: Promotion

Climbing the Corporate Ladder- Nmesh

Chapter 22: Late Night Trips

My Sister- The Juliana Hatfield Three

All Men Are Liars- Nick Lowe

Chapter 23: What Came First?

Egg- CG5

Chapter 24: Taco Pancakes

I Am Not a Robot- Marina and the Diamonds

Chapter 25: Now You See Me

DJ Got Us Falling in Love- Usher

Now U See Me- Dan and Drum

Chapter 26: Time is a Double-Edged Sword

Double Edged Sword- James the Seventh

Unfounded Revenge (Smashing Song of Praise) Super Smash Bros Soundtrack

Chapter 27: Now You Don’t

Disappear- Selena Gomez

Vanish- Dro Kenji

Arc III Playlist

Chapter 28: Face the Future

My Future – Billie Eilish

Chapter 29: A Storm Before Time

Romance Is Boring- Los Campesinos

Time- FreshmanSound

Chapter 30: Janus and Patton’s Get Along Hole in the Ground

Together- DJ Falcon & Thomas Bangalter

Chapter 31: Fishing for Laughs

Travel Song (Shrek the Musical)

Chapter 32: When It Rains

Time Travel- Daley

Ease- Troye Sivan

Chapter 33: Head Full of Paper

Origami- Capital Cities

Chapter 34: Raging Storms

Getting to Know you (King and I)

The Storm Inside- Daniel Gunnarsson

Chapter 35: Mistakes We Make

Rain Like Tears- Mirabai Ceiba

Numb Little Bug- Em Beihold

Chapter 36: 1000 Cranes

River- Ibeyi

Nothing Lost- The Alternate Routes

Chapter 37: Helpless to the Bass and the Fading Light

Together We’re Screwed- Robotaki

Shut up and Dance- Walk the Moon

Chapter 38: Not Quite Time

Time-Bomb- All Time Low

Let’s Go- Stuck in the Sound

Chapter 39: Coming Home

In My Blood- Shawn Mendes

#folds in paper #folds in time universe #playlists #not writing #not pieces fic

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ollie-ollie-oxenfreee · 3 years ago

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jinx for the character thing !

Favorite thing about them: I relate to her as a "second fiddle" little sibling who always felt like they couldn't escape their older sister's shadow. The scene where she first reunites with Vi absolutely broke my heart.

Least favorite thing about them: I understand why they're a part of her character, but some of her especially childish mannerisms post-timeskip got on my nerves a bit.

Favorite line: "I thought maybe you could love me like you used to. Even though I'm ... different. But you've changed too."

The voice acting on this line - especially the little hitch before she says "different" - is devastating

BrOTP: Her sibling relationship with Vi is incredibly compelling and heartbreaking, but the thought of her having a begrudging respect for Caitlyn as a marksman is also always fun to entertain. I really like the AUs where she meets Jayce and Viktor as a kid and nerds out about inventions with them too!

OTP: The excellent fic everything's better with a friend by typewriter_in_galaxy over on AO3 sold me on the Timebomb ship, it's as heartbreaking as it is sweet

NOTP: Any sort of relationship with Silco makes me extremely uncomfortable.

Random headcanon: Braiding her hair has helped her to ground herself in reality since she was a kid. The tactile aspect and repetitive rhythm of it - over, across, over - has always been soothing. She only wears her hair loose when she’s especially upset.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t know if this is necessarily unpopular but I don’t think Silco was a father to her. I interpret his relationship with her as largely an effort to shape her into a tool for furthering his own agenda.

Song I associate with them: Guns for Hire immediately came to mind, but I think there’s a few lyrics from Delilah by Florence and the Machine that suit her well! It’s a song about manipulation and clinging on to what scraps of love you can find

“It’s a different kind of danger

And the bells are ringing out

And I’m calling for my mother

As I pull the pillars down

It’s a different kind of danger

And my feet are spinning round

Never knew I was a dancer

‘Til Delilah showed me how”

Favorite picture of them: I can’t find the relevant screenshots at the moment but the Tender Forehead Touch between Vi and Pow in Act 1 and their tearful hug when they reunite break my heart in the best way. The moment where she pulls the trigger on the rocket launcher in episode 9 and the light catches her Shimmer-pink eyes is also incredible.

#long post #asks #thank you!#arcane

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beecreeper · 5 months ago

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Part 2

This is Briar’s sexuality/kinks is a nutshell. Rough and kinky and switchy and freaky and, like unhealthy on purpose. “What I gotta do to find a sub who down to choke me?” Get you a man who can do both 💕

LOVE the vibes on this. Bit with the heavy metal and the sirens and the faux innocent “do you like that?” is just *chefs kiss*. Briar doesn’t have any rage about sexual harassment but she DOES think it’s very funny to seduce men to dominate and murder them. “Down on your knees boy, boo hoo.” VERY in character. Also vibing with the sarcastic prayer because throwing in religious imagery is always a plus.

This song is too explicitly romantic for Briar – she would NEVER say I love you – but disregarding that the manic obsessive murder energy is just right. This is the vibe when she fantasizes a little too hard about the day she finally murders Gortash properly.

A bit of Briar’s crueler, more torture-y side. She does like to play with her food. “Cutting you up will be so refreshing for me” is such a good line. She’s doing this just because she likes how it makes her feel. Empathy for another human life??? Never heard of her.

This one I really like for the bits that allude to durge as constructed, designed for murder and nothing else. “Am I real or a killing machine?” “The sultan's curse of cogs and gears [...] My clockwork claws, they tear and grasp”. Even through the singer is speaking like they relish the blood and violence, there’s still just a *hint* of the horror of being built for this by a powerful ruler with no say in it yourself.

This is song is extremely Act 3 Briar at Orin. She’s like OOH BITCH. YOU THOUGHT. TOO BAD I JUST REALIZED THAT I’M GODS FAVORITE AND NOW I’M COMING FOR YOU. BITCH.

OKAY LISTEN. LISTEN I’M COOKING. Like. I KNOW it’s an instrumental ragtime piece from a musical about the 1920’s but LISTEN. Chicago is a musical about terrible selfish people who on one hand get away with murder but on the other are still doomed losers. They win but they still lose! Pathetic greedy egotistical people who are never going to be satisfied and are thus going to be ultimately unhappy and also the stockmarket crash is looming over the horizon as a dramatic irony timebomb. The ending that this song goes to is these two people who are not friends but kinda made for each other anyway doing this grand finale dance in a big semi-real semi-not dream sequence curtain call! It also highlights how this has all been a show, a farce, a delusion, and that there’s nothing left to do now but finish it and take a bow. Do you SEE the durgetash vision yet??? A big grand send off to contrast how doomed they were from the very beginning and how everything they did was for fucking nothing and was always *going* to be for fucking nothing! These two horrible people hand in hand, on top of the world, perfectly in sync, but still fucking dying and losing anyway! For best results you can pair it with the song immediately preceding it, “Nowadays”, but honestly this alone still gets me.

Sorry to be a pony person on main but this song fits really REALLY well for Briar’s “good” ending where Sunflower talks her into rejecting Bhaal. She isn’t happy about it and certainly isn’t “redeemed”. “You tried so hard to make a hero out of me.” Sunflower gets literally the closest anyone could ever get to a “good” version of Briar but it’s still not enough. That’s just not in her. But the line that really makes it for me is “Did I get lost along the way? Lose my mind for a new identity” because of how her sense of self got all fucked up first by her tadpole lobotomy and secondly by losing Bhaal’s influence which was, like, the ONLY thing she had holding her identity together.

Briar Playlist Deepdive

Woe be upon you I wrote 1500 words yelling around music that makes me feel things

Rambling under the cut and also gonna reblog with a part two because of the audio limit

Starting with this because this is THE song that made me start compiling a playlist for her. THE Briar song of all time for me. Particularly her peak cult days. The “I want a life that will give me purpose” and “Don’t crack through my facade” lines delivered in with all the arrogant greedy rock star vibes hit especially good.

This one is very very much Briar’s pre-cult backstory. Honestly if I were to ever put the effort into a full animatic, this would be high on the list because I can see it SO WELL. The chorus “All the kids cried out ‘please stop you’re scaring me’, I can’t help this awful energy, god damn right you *should* be scared of me” is just sooooooo 🥺. I also love love love the lines “I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head, they beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead” as alluding to Bhaal sending her the urges to continue his own power and legacy.

This one I added really early in playlist building literally just because mushrooms. BUT there are some good in character moments to chew on ESPECIALLY the ending bit which is very much a vibe for Briar just after she murders her druid circle and decides AHAHA FUCK IT NO MORE FEELINGS EVER AGAIN.

This one is less about *specific* lyrics because the verses are kinda just vague ominous occult sounding stuff but OOH MAN THE VIBES ARE OFF THE CHARTS. If you want a song that captures of the vibes of a fantasy murder cult this is it.

This one is also pretty self evident I think, especially as the plot with Gortash progresses and her motivations shift just a *bit* from “I’m gonna murder everyone” to “I’m gonna take over the world and *then* murder everyone”. I like that “I'm gonna run this nothing town” makes me think of the city of Baldur’s Gate specifically. The “Bite my tongue, bide my time” line at the very beginning also reminds me of how she’s holding back her urge and *not* murdering Gortash until he’s done being useful to her. (This could also fit well into her post-tadpole vibes also. Biding her time in Act 1, actively planning to take the brain in Act 3).

I mean. Honestly explaining myself almost feels silly. It’s RIGHT THERE. This song is definitely a mutual one with Gortash, with both of them feeling this towards each other. A particular line that hits especially good is “Smells like something I’ve forgotten, curled up died and now it’s rotten” because a) yaaaaay rot imagery and b) alludes to Briar having deliberately killed that part of herself that tries to care about people.

Another one that honestly speaks for itself and a strong contender for a possible animatic because YAY CULT LEADER BUDDIES. I also particularly like this cover because I loooove the sort of wicked relish these ladies sing with and the more sultry of the two singers is one of my headcanon voices for Briar. Favorite lines include “If they say that I’m a god, that’s what I am” (so much so that I drew a piece for it) and also “If we don’t comply [...] I could see us being sacrificed or stuffed” (which I imagine Briar saying with a huge grin on her face at the idea).

This is one that I like to sort of fill in the nuance and contrast between Briar’s view and Gortash’s. “A coronation, a beheading, From the funeral to the wedding. Do you think they care where the crown goes?” is VERY much a bhaalist talking to a banite, you know?

#durge briar #playlist #bg3 #text posts #also shoutout to yaks for inspiring me to do this #gonna do one for ferox and gortash and maybe molli eventually

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years ago

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Right Hand Man (Loyal to the End) Pt. 8

Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

Synopsis: You were like Talia’s daughter. The only thing was that you weren’t and instead, you had grown up in the foster care system and at a young age were taken by and personally trained by Talia. Along the way, you meet Damian and the two of you start to work side by side and eventually, after some time become closer and closer. However, when disaster in the league strikes, you face balancing an old, forgotten life as a normal child and the burden of right hand to the demon heir.

Note: I know that this is long and that there are a good number of time skips, but I didn’t want to make this into a series and just wanted it as a long fic because .... well because I can lol

Also, I didn’t want to have Damian so young in this so just go with it. I’m thinking maybe early 15 or almost 16 at the most. Idk I just don’t like writing for young Dami.

Warnings: angst, almost losing someone, buildings on fire, bombs, the usual lol

Word Count: 2181

Masterlist for Series

Both you and Damian had now been secretly dating for two months. It was an exhausting game of cat and mouse of either running from his family, or the prying eyes of the press. You had just excepted at this point that this was just going to be a new normal for a long time. There was nothing you could seriously complain about much however. This was all you had wanted for years and if the company of clandestine meetings was going to be a center of attention in this relationship, that was what was going to happen.

Dates were mainly just tea or coffee on the rooftops late at night for only a short amount of time if it was on patrol, and longer if it was at the manor. Right now, you were sitting in the library, laying in Damian’s lap, both reading your own books. No one but Alfred was in the manor however, you were sure that he knew about you and Damian. Light streamed in through the windows and silence blanketed the room as Damian ran his fingers through your hair, occasionally braiding it. You fiddled with the matching golden ring on your left ring finger some as he did this. This was the most relaxed you had been in years and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He didn’t know this until recently, but the only professor that had ever lived was one that you had. Your voice professor used to braid your hair during warm ups. She was the closest thing that you had ever had to a mother and in return for this, you begged Talia to let her live. You decided not to make it out so that you trusted or cared for her, but rather that she had connections to people that the league could use. With this tactic, Talia actually allowed her to leave but under a life- long oath of secrecy to protect the league. You braid your own hair when you were stressed or anxious but it’s better having someone else do it. Damian only found out when you started braiding and braiding your own hair in the roof tops one night at the league, only to let the piece unravel and start again.

“Beloved are you going to go on patrol tonight?” He asked breaking the silence.

“Of course.” You answered, “Is there a reason you asked?”

“No, I was just checking.”

“...Damian, how long do you think we’re going to stay a secret? I’m not upset or anything of the sort, it’s just a bit exhausting sometimes.” You questioned, flipping the page of your book.

“I don’t really know Beloved. How long do you think you’d want to stay like this?” Damian set down his book to give the conversation his attention seeing as this one was important.

You audibly sighed as he started braiding a portion of your hair, twisting it around and then letting it lose again, “I don’t really know, 3 months at most maybe?”

“Are you tired of seeing strangers online pine away after me?” He asked smirking.

You rolled your eyes and jokingly slapped his arm making him laugh, “What about me? I’ve seen plenty of suitors for myself.”

“Don’t remind me Y/N.”

“Oh no, I’ll remind you. First there was one that actually messaged me asking if I was single. Oh, another that tweeted asking if I was single. Then, there was another that mailed a love letter to the man-“

Damian cut you off, putting his hand over your mouth making you laugh. You sat up and sat crisscrossed in his lap facing him, running your fingers through his hair.

“You didn’t really think you could shut me up that easily did you demon?” You asked quietly.

“I’d gage you would find a way to get your point across any way you could General.” He kissed the corner of your lips which made you glare at him some before pulling him in for a real kiss.

“Next time some girl gets a hold of you at a gala though, just make sure not to charm her for me, will you?”

“Whatever you say.”

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Patrol started off boring and uneventful. Nothing exciting was happening but for maybe a few ally level crimes. You and Damian were perched on the rooftops looking down at the city lights and occasional people. Damian had obviously gotten the whole Robin outfit, in his own version of course. You however, took the same style as your past uniform. It was similar in the sense that it was amour and a hood, you still had your knives and compartments, this time though, the color was different. He couldn’t see the look on your face through the mask you were wearing which covered your lower face to your eyes, but he was sure you were bored. He was going to start a conversation when the comms came on with Bruce talking loudly.

“I need everyone at the Rosehill Apartments on 7th Street! There’s multiple bombs spread throughout the building, civilians are inside.”

You looked at Damian who nodded at you before you both swung off the building.

“ETA 2 minutes.” You replied back getting onto your own bike and speeding off towards 7th St. following Damian.

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Upon arrival to the building, you could see that everyone else was already inside but for Nightwing who on crowd duty until you two had gotten there.

“There’s one more bomb in the kitchens. Everyone else is either getting their own or helping the residences escape.”

You looked around for an entrance that wasn’t in terrible condition. Once you found one you ran towards it at full speed with a bomb on your mind.

“Stick close, the roof might not be stable anymore.” You said, “If the bomb goes off, I expect you to leave immediately.”

“Beloved I’m not leaving you if anything happens.” Robin replied running beside you.

You didn’t reply, instead bursting into the kitchen and jumping over one of the carts in the way of your path. Using the locator on your wrist device, you scanned the room stopping when it got a hit.

“It’s in the freezer!” You ran over and opened the door into the large room, “Hold this open and make sure it doesn’t close, I’ll disarm the bomb.”

Damian nodded and did what you said as you went inside and ripped open one of the floorboards to find a massive collecting of wires and buttons connected onto one device. The type of timebomb was one that you had seen plenty of times before in training and when you yourself had used them. Part of training was learning to make one so it wasn’t too terribly difficult to disarm this one. The hard part was getting out.

“Y/S/H/N!” You heard from behind you as you were about to stand up, “The place is on fire.” Damian called out, “We have to leave!” You turned around and saw the place ablaze. Damian already had his other mask up over his face so he could breathe when you got out of the freezer. The two of you started running out to find the hallway also up in flames.

“Don’t come near the kitchens, the whole place is going up in flames.” You said, “Bomb has been disarmed however.”

“Good, now get out of there.” Batman replied back.

“Working on that.”

You and Damian sprinted down the hallway making sure no one else was inside on your way out. Once in the lobby you turned hearing someone screaming from a room nearby.

“I’ll be right back.” You said turning around locating the person who was a small child.

“I can’t find my Mommy.” She said sobbing into your arms.

“I promise you I’ll find her.” You said running back up front, “I’m going to give you to Robin and he’ll take you outside, I’ll find your mommy.”

You reached the front of the building where Robin was, “Take her, she can’t find her mother, I’m going in after her.”

“You can’t, the building is going to come down at any minute!” Damian said taking the girl in his arms.

“I have to check, I can’t let her grow up without parents like I did.”

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You ran inside not really aware of what was happening outside anymore. Looking around you saw no sign of anyone but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t be buried under something. As you did this, you pulled out the scanner again but this time had it scan for biological creatures instead of machinery. There was nothing at the point where you were. Going farther into the structure was a no go at this point but it was your only option.

Outside, Damian was trying to find the girl’s mother in the crowd as he mentally cursed himself for allowing you to go inside. He should’ve done more, he could’ve done more but he didn’t. Running to the line of ambulances, he looked for someone that matched the girl’s description of her mother. When he finally found the person, he rushed over just in time for the lady to see her daughter and burst into tears. She hugged her daughter and thanked Damian for bringing her back to her before Damian rushed back to find you.

“Y/N!” He screamed getting inside catching your attention.

Further down the hallway you heard Damian yelling for you. You turned around and started headed quickly for him and once he saw you, he announced that they had found the mother outside of the building. The two of you started running for the exit when you looked up hearing a faint beeping. The exit was 50 feet ahead and the closer to it you got, the louder the sound.

“Damian! There’s a bomb above us, I- I think it’s about to blow.” You said as pieces of wood from the building came down little by little, “5 seconds now!”

Damian had a look of terror as he picked up the pace. You knew that both of you wouldn’t make it without a little boost so you got behind Damian and launched him out of the way where Nightwing was standing right as the building was coming down. The last thing you heard was a defining thunder and then the screams Damian who was kicking and trying to get away from Nightwing to go back for you.

“Y/N is still inside you idiot let me go!” He sobbed trying to elbow his oldest brother in the rib.

The second round of explosions came, only making the structure collapse more, fire raining down.

“Beloved!” He screeched making Nightwing almost drop him in surprise at what he called you.

He understood why Damian was fighting so hard now, but that didn’t mean that he could let him go. The rest of the family standing by heard it as well. It would’ve been hard to miss anyways.

“You can’t go in after her!” Nightwing yelled over the explosion.

“I have to! She’s the only one I have, I have to go! Let me go!” Damian got lose just as the dust was settling.

He ran to where he last saw you and started digging, tears filling his eyes so that he couldn’t see. There was no chance you were still alive and if you were, it wouldn’t be for long. That was when he heard you try and move something. He was looking in the wrong place, only a few feet away. When he saw where you were, he lifted the piles of wood and debris off of you to find you badly injured and hardly awake.

“Beloved stay awake for me okay?” He said lifting you up out of the rubble.

There was a part of your side where you had gotten impaled. It didn’t look like it hit any vital organs, however, you were bleeding out rapidly.

He swept the hair out of your face and gently held you to him as he ran for the Batmoblie quickly trailed by everyone else. With you in the backseat, Nightwing front, and Batman driving, you were quickly headed for the cave. Damian wrapped your wounds tightly and held your head up in his lap checking your pulse every few seconds.

“How is she?” Bruce asked sparing a glance at the back seat.

“Unwell, I-I don’t know how she’s still alive.” Damian responded.

“Enhanced strength from the pit.” You groaned some in pain.

“What the hell?!” Dick turned around to see you trying to sit up, “Enhanced strength my ass, how many times did you take a dip?”

That earned a sharp glare from Damian and a reprimand from Bruce. He apologized realizing that he overstepped.

“Beloved don’t move like that, just stay down.” Damian said gently, “You’ll only hurt yourself more.

Getting to the cave, you don’t remember much, just waves of pain and floating in and out of consciousness. The only part that you really remember was the worst part, but that was later to come when everyone really thought you would die.

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achios · 1 month ago

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sorry to any moots i’ve accidentally spoiled arcane for, im having a breakdown

#leg’s bitches #arcane #arcane spoilers #timebomb #timebomb has got me in tears #sorry lol #redacted fandom

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marshmallowprotection · 4 years ago

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You've probably received an ask like this before, but do you have any specific thoughts/headcanons for Ray Route AE, in regards to the twins, as well as Saeran and MC's relationship? And what I mean by that is... do you think Saeran would have an easier time (even just slightly) getting over his hatred for his brother than he does in 707 Route SE? How would they interact? Would it be similar to how many people interpret their interactions for after the SEs (brotherly love-hate type deal), except maybe toned down a little?

And as for Saeran and MC, I'm not so much referring to the contents of their relationship, but Saeyoung's reaction to it, how he feels about it, etc.

I hope this makes sense, because I love the way you explain things and I would love to hear your thoughts on these ^^

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Hopefully, Cheritz will give us a canon answer soon. I’ve definitely had the time to compare the two of them since I spend so much time in Saeran’s headspace playing around with this and that. Now, if we compare the events of the Secret Ending and the events of Ray Route, Saeran is in a very different headspace by a long shot. His place in his life is also drastically different. Unknown spent two more years in Mint Eye than GE Saeran did. There’s a vast difference between 6 months of being trapped and two years of being trapped.

Both Suit Saeran and Ray were long buried in Unknown’s consciousness with no MC around to keep them tethered to the front. It was only a matter of time until either of them couldn’t function with what Rika did. I view Unknown to be another personality that split from Suit Saeran after some point during that two year period. Unknown and Suit Saeran have some things in common but they don’t read to be the same person to me.

SE Saeran is just Unknown post-therapy and confrontation with Saeyoung, so I don’t see them as separate people, but the same person just in different eras of life. I’ve got a whole other people I could make about how it’s possible that Ray could flood back to the surface in therapy, as well as Suit Saeran, but they may not have the same names by that point. That’s more so just a big post on the way that their system works and how all of them cope with their trauma.

But that wasn’t your question, but I’d be glad to answer that too at some point if you’re curious! Some people are torn on if Saeran has DID or OSDD specifically, and that’s a whole other topic. Anyways, back to the task at hand, SE Saeran in question went through literal hell for a very long time. He is fraught with so much anger and pain. He physically lashed out at Saeyoung and took weeks if not a few months to truly come to terms with what happened. He has to live with blood on his hands as well.

We all know that SE Saeran tried to get rid of himself and Saeyoung, too. His emotional crisis is a strong one. He’s hurting so much until Saeyoung can get through to him and they can start to heal. It wasn’t easy. It was a fucking mess and that’s how life is. After what they went through? It’s wrong to assume that it would be simple or without pain and tears. Even after the Secret Ending comes to a close and we see Saeran with everyone, he looks so tired. His emotional state isn’t healed. He’s going to be dealing with panic attacks and much of the lingering PTSD for years to come. Saeyoung will as well.

It’s going to be a constant battle for them.

But, they’re both trying and the MC, as well as the RFA, are going to be there to help, which is great. A good support system is important but that’s also going to be messy because... well, you know, the truth wasn’t completely revealed to all of the RFA and that’s a ticking timebomb in itself. Saeran’s got issues trusting and being around much of the RFA. He can’t be around Yoosung or Jumin for obvious reasons.

Either way, the Secret Ending has a lot of weight to it and it’s going to hurt just as much as it can get better for the Choi boys. Saeyoung believes that things can get better, and he’s willing and ready to stand by his brother to fight for their happiness. You know how much turmoil Saeyoung went through because we watched it. We know that he’s willing to do whatever he has to do for the ones that he loves.

Even if it feels like pulling teeth.

Now, thinking about what happens in Ray Route, we see the boys past revealed to the world with a direct attack. Saeran is able to realize that he was lied to and manipulated by the people that were supposed to take care of him. He is able to find out on his own that he needs to leave Magenta if he truly wants to be happy and free from his chains. We watch him be so damn strong and turn against the brainwashing and gaslighting. What he did should not be glossed over because going against your abuser is not easy.

I was so proud of him for learning that for himself. He says himself that MC isn’t the one that got to him completely. It was a combination of factors that allowed him to see it. From how Ray was treated to how Saeran is treated, how they are promised things, and how those things are taken away. How it just didn’t make sense that Rika was disrespecting him and taking away everything. Nothing at all made sense anymore. She said one thing and did another. He decided to fight it even though it made him feel sick.

You can watch his actions on the last day. How talking about Mint Eye as a bad place makes him gasp and choke, and whenever he tries to give his brother a chance... well, you see how he acts when you’re still holding onto your phone so tightly, asking him to take a chance on the RFA. He nearly has a panic attack when he tries to even say that he should look into it, much less talk to the RFA about it. He knows that he’s been tricked but he’s bouncing between what he has been told and what he’s trying to learn.

That’s not an easy process. Saeran is going to be dealing with a lot after the events of his ending that we know of. The sudden fusion of Saeran and Ray can actually happen, I know some people feel like that was out of the blue but that can very well happen whether they make the conscious choice to do that or not and it was the best thing for the body at that time. GE Saeran isn’t Ray and he isn’t Suit Saeran, he’s not the two of them smashed together and he’s not one or the other. He’s someone made up of those parts but also his own person. Again, that’s a whole other thing that I’d have to get into here.

Saeran has a lot to deal with as far as his trauma goes but you know what the difference is between GE Saeran and GE Saeran? GE Saeran had the choice to set himself free and SE Saeran had no choice. He was cornered like an animal and just... exploded. He was put in a position that he couldn’t decide. GE Saeran had the choice to leave Mint Eye on his own. That already makes the world of difference in his recovery. If we’re talking reasonably here, he definitely needs to start seeing someone to talk about what happened as soon as he feels ready to open up.

So, he’s going to be spending a lot of time working on his problems and God knows how long it’s going to find Saeyoung so he’s likely to be making some good progress on his own. His relationship with the RFA is already pretty good compared to his counterpart as well. He gets along with everyone in the RFA, and he’s particularly close with Jumin, which makes sense given their natural wits.

Now, therapy and getting a support system is good for Saeran. He’s got his MC as well with him. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s ready for Saeyoung to be back. When they find his brother... he’s going to need time and space for this to work. But, I imagine that he’s in a better headspace to handle it. He will tense up if Saeyoung hugs him and gets overwhelmed to see that his brother is alive after whatever he went through. Saeran will have to gently stop him and let him know that he needs time, he can’t handle all of this at once. Saeyoung needs to take it easy too.

He’s got to react to the fact that he’s no longer bound by the agency and that he can live a life not hiding behind a mask. That’s going to be his own journey in itself that we could talk about for a while and I hope it doesn’t get glossed over because Saeyoung’s got a lot of his own woes to work on. So, don’t expect it to be perfect or anything here either.

Saeran is able to breathe through the unease this time, but his MC will be there to hold his hand and help him speak to his brother about it. That first meeting is going to be a lot. It might trigger him, too. That would be the first time that Saeyoung is able to see that Saeran has someone that cares about him and that would be the selling point. If his brother is overwhelmed and scared and the one with him holds his hand and gently calms him, and removes him from the issue at hand, he’s sold.

No hesitation.

You protect Saeran, you show Saeyoung that you love Saeran, and that’s all he needs to see to trust you. He may not know all the details at that point but you can fucking count on him to be on board. He knows how to spot liars and people with bad intentions, and you don’t have that.

He wouldn’t forget to tell you that, either.

I think even more than that when he’s around the MC, he will notice how they just know when to touch Saeran’s hand and calm him. Saeran and his Mc have this silent communication. They don’t even really need words. They just look at each other and understand. That’s not something that is easily found in any relationship and when you see people that work in harmony you can’t help but smile. Saeyoung has hardly ever seen Saeran smile and you know when he sees it, he feels grateful that someone was there for Saeran when he couldn’t be there.

There’s going to be guilt and other feelings in that but he’ll swallow that down. One more thing to add to his list of things to talk about when he’s ready to get his own help.

Saeyoung and GE Saeran are going to interact slowly but surely. They’re going to be awkward... tense... maybe not angry, but there will be tight moments that feel overwhelming for both of them. Saeran might get angry and Saeyoung might be upset so there’s no avoiding a fight here and there but it may not be as violent as with SE Saeran and Saeyoung. Them getting to know each other is like getting to know a stranger... it’s been nearly a decade, they really don’t know each other at all.

Sad as that is, it’s fun to get to know each other again. Saeyoung gets to learn things about his brother all the time and he writes that down, trying to make things right and make up for the past... Saeran swallowing back his shame and telling his brother that he’s not mad, and them just looking forward. It’s not always easy but I do think that GE Saeran and Saeyoung will have a different kind of relationship given purely from the fact that Saeran was allowed to choose recovery instead of being forced into it.

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imnotasuperhero · 4 years ago

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I’m not fine and I’m in pain (It’s harder everyday)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Type: Angst. So much aaaangssssst.

Summary: How could something that felt this nice, be the same thing that broke your heart over and over again? How could someone who looked like an angel turn into the devil when you less expected it?

Or, another songdrabble request that got out of hands (Better we break by Maroon 5)

Wordcount: 1229

A/N: I’m so (not) sorry, know that I pained myself too writing this. I hope you don’t hate me that much after this. Remember to drink water and take care, bbys! (:

How could something that felt this nice, be the same thing that broke your heart over and over again? How could someone who looked like an angel turn into the devil when you less expected it?

Wanda mused the same questions that had been clouding her mind for the last few weeks now, as she drew random patterns on your back. The afterglow only fuelling the pain in her chest.

No matter how much she tried to convince herself nor what she did, the simple thought of breaking apart from you was enough to make her want to shear her skin alive. Or maybe throw herself under a bus, since it'd be less bloody.

Whichever the choice, it'd be better than to see you slip through her fingers knowing there was nothing she could do to save you both from this fate.

"I have to go," you stirred, smiling contently unaware of how your words pushed and twisted the knife in her chest.

"That's so sad," Wanda pouted, playing it cool and forcing herself to hide her tears when you just giggled.

"It was nice. Thank you again." You kissed her forehead before dressing up.

"Until next time." Her eyes never left your body, already dreaming of the next time you came knocking on her door asking for relief.

She finally let herself crumble after you walked out the door, the pain in her chest unbearable.

God! What'd she give to be able to hate you. She'd do anything to end things and never look back. To just... ignore you.

But she knew that was impossible.

You've come around like a brick wall and she was way too comfortable to pick up her things and leave the camp she has built on it.

The warmth she felt whenever she was the cause of your smiles or the way her heart jumped -just to free-fall straight to the floor- when you proposed movie nights or random walks combined with the little stares and touches here and there was a soothing balm to her.

The way your naked bodies danced to some silent rhythm only you both could hear was addicting.

You were a drug she couldn't get enough of and she was finally starting to realize this was a death sentence.

Feeling her head thumping from crying for so long, she rolled closer to your side of the bed, hugging the pillow that held your smell. Basking in the safe sensation that surrounded her.

***

Coming down was definitely the best part of this arrangement.

That's what Wanda thought as you rolled off of her just to wrap your arms around her bringing her closer.

Inhaling your scent, she allowed herself to just give in and enjoy the moment. Smiling when her nose against your neck tickled you.

"You have a thing, ya know?"

"Huh?"

You kissed her frown away and Wanda felt the familiar telling of tears coming.

"You always do that," you shrugged. "It's a nice feeling, though."

"Hmmm, I know what you like." She straddled you, smirking at your surprised gasp.

"Now this is a blessing," your hand reached her neck bringing her down, lips locking again in a heated kiss.

'I wish I was your blessing'

With that thought in mind, she started to worship your body, holding onto every sound coming from you. Storing the way you writhed and moved thanks to her.

"Please, Wan." she bit your neck at your moan, her hips moving against your thigh. "Please, don't stop,"

It'd be so easy. Just taking her hand away from you and see you suffer. Even for a little while.

It'd be so comforting, knowing she could hurt you so easily. It was so tempting to make you feel a little of what she felt.

But if this was the last time, she wanted to enjoy you. She needed to remember you.

"Baby?" You cupped her cheeks signaling her to look at you only to be met with resistance. The muffled sobs against your core making it impossible to think.

"Wanda, stop." You pushed her away, sitting up. Already missing her warmth.

"What's wrong?" You grabbed her hand trying to comfort her someway. The tears running down her face confusing the heck out of you. "Please, talk to me." You begged.

Wanda broke down right then and there. She didn't know if it was the fact that you forbid her to please you or if it was just the end of the best stage of her life. Perhaps, it was both.

"Wan-"

"I just want to feel you," she cut you up.

"No." You moved close. "Not when you're upset. This is not what-"

"SCREW THE AGREEMENT!" She stood up. Not even caring about her naked form. "You don't even care about me," she cried.

"I- Of course I care about you, Wanda!"

"Caring is not the same as loving," she laughed dryly as she let herself flop on the floor. The timebomb finally going off.

She wasn't ready for the explosion.

She brought her knees up as you started to walk to her. Your skin on display was proof enough that the Universe enjoyed making her suffer.

"Don't," she begged as your hand raised. "Please, don't touch me."

"Okay. But please, tell me what's wrong."

Looking at your eyes, she couldn't help the broken cry that scaped her. Your expression a mix of confusion and... was that hurt?

"This was the last time," she mumbled when she felt her voice was strong enough to be heard. "This was the last time I'd make love to you."

The weight of the confession broke her heart all over again. How couldn't it? Even if she's been bracing herself for this, the impact of the fall way too hard to resist.

Her head whiplashed at your following words.

"Okay. Can I ask why?"

"Are you serious right now?" Laughs somewhat hysterical echoing in the room.

"If you want to break up, I at least deserve an explanation." You demanded, crossing your arms.

"You're an asshole, Y/N." She stood up, walking to the bathroom on shaking legs. But a hand stopped her.

"I'm still waiting for the explanation," the hard tone on your voice resonating in her chest.

"YOU WANT AN EXPLANATION?" Wanda smiled wickedly. "Do you really need me to break it to you?"

This wasn't how she wanted this to end. But there was nothing she could do to change it, now.

"I fell for you," she smiled sadly. "I fell for you even if I knew there wouldn't be a future for us beyond the sex. I fell for you and I enjoyed the ride so much that I didn't care about the scars I got in the process," the tears surprised her. She thought she was empty by now.

"I- I cherished you so much that I didn't want to lose you," her voice finally broke at the last words.

She waited for your answer. She saw how your face went from dumbness to realization to... to pity.

"I'm sorry."

At least you were kind enough to fake guiltiness.

"Get out," she walked to the bathroom, closing the door after her.

This wasn't how she expected it to end, but maybe it was what was needed. Maybe this last collision against reality was what she needed to stand up and care for herself.

#wanda maximoff x reader #requested #AAHHHHHH #pls hurt with me #oops i did it again #my writing

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youngcheesecaketale · 3 years ago

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Clonetober #17 OC Clones

(1826 words)

I’m going to tell you not ONE but 5 Clone Troopers that I thought of. Hope you enjoy it. The 5 Clones I’ve chosen are “Solver, Trouble, TimeBomb, EagleEyes, and Stitches.” They call themselves “The Smarter Than You Squad.” Now that you know their names, I’m now going to tell you how they got their names and why they call themselves “The Smarter Than You Squad”.

Just a heads up. I will talk about one of the Clones that has a Disability. I am going to do my BEST not to offend anyone who has or knows someone with a Disability because I too have a Disability. I’m PROUD of my DISABILITY!

First we start with Clone Trooper “Solver”. Slover had a BUZZ CUT (it was easier for him to take care of which you will find out why soon). He didn’t color his hair because he liked his hair as it was when it was BUZZ CUT. Slover was an unusual Clone Trooper but a VERY SMART one. He had a different way of telling others how he “solved” things in a better way they were taught to do things. He had a bit of a learning Disability but that then stopped him with things he did with his Squad. With his learning Disability, he was able to help all his Brothers find a better and easier solution whether it on Kamino or on the Battlefield, his Disability has come in handy whenever his Brothers need his help. For example, he thought of a way to get out of a Jail that the Separatists put them in after “Trouble” got them in there in the first place. He went behind out of the camera’s view and was able to somehow pause the screen so it looked like they were still in the room while they crawled out of the cell from an air duct vent and stole a ship to get away from that place. Luckily they had STUPID Battle Droids (the ones you would see in the Clone Wars TV Shows) were then ones that were watching them while they were captured. His Squad were always proud of him because he was their Brother with an AMAZING gift that no other Squad had. He was lucky that his Brothers in his Squad and ALL his other BROTHERS stood up for him when the Kamionas were going to make him a reject and have him be a maintenance “Janitorial '' worker. Even the ARC Troopers agreed to have him stay with his Squad and go out there and help his Brothers in Battle. ARC Trooper Colt told Solver this, “ You remind me of me when I was little. Even when I didn’t understand what I was supposed to do, I would think of ways that were easier for not only me but for all my BROTHERS. Now make not only ME but all your BROTHERS proud because I believe in YOU. Go with your SQUAD and help others with your AMAZING GIFT.`` After he told Solver, Solver couldn’t help himself. He gave Colt a BIG HUG with tears in his EYES telling him “THANK YOU.” Colt and others started to also cry after what they heard what Colt said to him. (Sorry. I was about to cry after I wrote this.)

Now that I told you guys about Solver as I was trying so hard not to cry, it’s now on to the next Clone Trooper “Trouble”.

Clone Trooper “Trouble” had his hair cut in an UNUSUAL way. His hair was shaved on both sides but didn’t shave his hair that divided each side. (it was basically a MOHAWK but it was colored HOT PINK!) “Trouble” is….well….you can probably guess why he’s called “Trouble” when I told you about “Solver”. Trouble got his name because….he always likes to get not only “HIS” Squad in trouble, but get OTHER SQUADS in trouble whenever HE would get in trouble. He would always blame it on the OTHER SQUADS and not his. He ALWAYS would be able to get away with them…..well….I wouldn’t say ALWAYS get away with being in trouble. There was ONE….no 3 TIMES he got in trouble that he wouldn’t be able to get away with. The first one was when he decided to have a BIG WATER BALLOON fight in the training facility with his Squad and the Others, even 99. as He would always call whatever FUN things that might get him IN TROUBLE as “REWARD PARTY” for whatever he would make up just to have it. He got in SO MUCH TROUBLE that 1. He got all the droids and everything that had a circuit in it destroyed (which NOT only made 99 and the others (they didn’t think about the mess they would have fixed) who were the ones that clean up after each training) and 2. He forgot to INVITE the ARC TROOPERS to JOIN IN THE FUN.

The second one was when he decided to have another “REWARD PARTY” but have a PAINTBALL fight. He would have not only him but “FIVES and HARDCASE'' join him because his SQUAD didn’t want to get paint on their “ALREADY HAD PAINTED ARMOR'' that “THEY PAINTED THEMSELVES!” They also did it in the training facility. BOY! Was that a “FUN '' mess that 99 and the others who helped clean the training facility had because when one of the SQUADS went to practice, they saw that there was paint EVERYWHERE. Even the BATTLE DROIDS had paint on them! (Though, it did make it easier for the SQUAD to know where to HIT on the droid.) Also, when Rex found out that FIVES and HARDCASE helped make this mess, he not only had them help Trouble clean the training facility but had to clean the 501st BATHROOMS FLOORS with a TOOTHBRUSH for a EVERYDAY FOR A MONTH!

The last one of his “REWARD PARTY” was when he used a LOT and I MEAN A LOT of “TOILET PAPER” and TEEPEE the WHOLE TRAINING FACILITY. (Yes. FIVES and HARDCASE were ALSO involved in this TOO. Rex had them not only clean the 501st Bathroom Floors with a Toothbrush but they also had to POLISH all the DROIDS like the ones that look like R2-D2 for a WHOLE MONTH while they still had to CLEAN THE BATHROOMS.) At least this time, 99 and the Others DIDN’T have to CLEAN those GUYS MESS THIS TIME.

Next we have “TimeBomb”. TimeBomb is...well…..his….”sigh”. TimeBomb would sometimes loses his temper at times when he’s around his Brother “Trouble” and whenever his Brother “Trouble” is around “Fives” and “Hardcase.” Also, he is REALLY good at DEACTIVATE BOMBS. Now the reason why his name is “TimeBomb” is because he has a VERY CAREFUL when handling BOMBS. He DEACTIVATED one in less than you can say “SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS.” YEP. Just say the FIRST later and it’s DEACTIVATED! There’s also another side that you don’t see. Whenever he’s on the Battlefield and sees a kid crying, he would run up to the kid and get it out of harm's way. He would comfort the kid until either the Battle was over or play with the kid until it’s Parents came to get them. He always had a sweet spot in his heart and wouldn’t lose his temper around them. Even when they could make his OTHER CLONE BROTHERS mad. He always has a sweet and caring side in his heart with kids and his other Clone Brothers. He only loses his temper whenever “Trouble” does anything that could get his SQUAD in trouble or whenever “Trouble” pulls pranks around him but he is VERY CAREFUL when he’s around “Solver.” He knows that “Solver” is sometimes sensitive around any of his Brothers when they argue. “TimeBomb” is always careful when he talks to his Brother “Solver” because he never raises his voice whenever “Solver” is with his Squad. He would make sure that “Solver” is out of the room and would make sure that “Solver” is far away so he can talk to “Trouble” in an ANGRY voice to not upset his Brother “Solver.” The reason he’s name is “TimeBomb” is because 1. He’s good at doing things fast and 2. He’s good at Deactivating Bombs. I should also mention that he has a regular Clone Hairstyle but it’s colored “BLUE.”

Now, let’s talk about “EagleEyes.” “EagleEyes” got his name because he can see things BETTER FAR AWAY. He can see things better even if any of his Brothers wear MACROBINOCULARS on. That's how he got the name “EagleEyes.” His eyesight has come in VERY handy, ESPECIALLY when he sees the ARC Troopers walking towards him and his SQUAD (Knowing that they want to talk to them about what “Trouble” did.). It also came in handy when he was on the Battlefield. He was able to save his Brothers from being shot at by an Separatists’ Tank from 2 miles away so his Brothers could get ready to attack. He loves helping his Brothers. “EagleEyes” has his head shaved but has an EAGLE TATTOO on the back of his head that has the wings come out on both sides and stop right below his ears.

Finally, we have “Stitches.” “Stitches” is a Medical Clone on his SQUAD (and thank goodness that he is because of his Brother “Trouble”). He is always ready to help his Brothers on the Battlefield or whenever he’s needed at one the Medical Stations/Bays. He is always kind and caring when he helps others. He knows how to talk to kids better than Adults whenever he sees them as he’s helping them either calm down or help them get better. I got that talent from when he helps his Brother “Solver” whenever he’s upset and needs help calming down or when his Brother doesn’t understand something. He makes it easier for his Brother “Solver” to know what he and his other Brothers are trying to tell their Brother “Solver.” “Stitches” also got his name when he would ALWAYS fix “Trouble” whenever he hurt himself and whenever “Solver” is scared whenever he doesn’t know why he’s in the Medical Bay. He calms him down and tells him why he is in the Medical Bay and stays with him letting “Solver” know that everything is going to be OK. “Stitches” is a REALLY GREAT BROTHER to have whenever he is with “Solver” and his SQUAD. “Stitches” Has a shaved head with a TATTOO on one side of his head that says, “I serve as a for MY BROTHERS and Others.” He also has another TATTOO on the other side saying, “I LOVE my Brothers Solver, TimeBomb, and EagleEyes. I also LOVE Trouble even if he’s a PAIN IN THE NECK.

That’s it for this story. I hope you guys like it. Please let me know if you like it.

#clonetober2021

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