#torn between ignoring it ever happened or warning com

[thebrokenmechanicalpencil]

This is more thoughts about Comet and mystery girl. Because I have entire playlists built for romance stuff and I’m literally dying.

So like- hear me out-

Yk Jazz???? That dude Comet cannot stand??? The one who also happens to be an expert in earth culture???? (Idk if they are still interacting at this point since Comet is now clearly a human and no longer Cybertronian and that might prompt questions)

What if Comet had to go to him and very discretely ask how earth flirting works. Or how to dance. Or what the slang means. Or how to tell if someone likes you. And Jazz is like “oh my gosh he talks????” And then proceeds to talk for like three hours about earth and Comet is once again regretting life choices.

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I was actually going to make a little goofy post about this but lost motivation half way through it.

I always draw the twins with the most extra eyebag looking things and underline the bottom of the eye (and the top if I can) and my sister pointed it out that I don’t really do it for anyone else.

My sad excused was me fumbling and going “oh well obviously Sunstreaker does eyeliner in the morning and they don’t believe in sleep.” And that’s one of my useless and stupid head-cannons I have. Sunstreaker has eyeliner and then does Sideswipe’s so they match.

Where am I going with this?

Sunstreaker is the one who decides to look into earth fashion and hunts down the perfect outfits for Comet to wear. He’s learns how Comet should style his hair and what is in style right now and all of the best brands.

He’s the one that’s like, “hmmm… do a twirl? Yeah no we’re going to try the red.” He helps him get all ready and handsome for when he goes to meet up with Mystery girl.

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And sideswipe reads right????

What if he starts trying to read earth romance novels so he can try and give actual advice to Comet. He gives him pep talks and is like “ok yeah so I was reading this book and I think she you guys should go iceskating.”

(Sideswipe accidentally picks up a book with spice in it and is forever scarred and is like “I hope you know how much I love you”)

I also feel like he would totally try and set him up on dates. I see him filling the “wingman” role a bit better than Sunny strictly because Sunstreaker is just as socially awkward.

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I will most likely have more thoughts but those have been the ones dancing around my head. Especially because you said Comet doesn’t know how to flirt and whatnot. He’s just oblivious to her hitting on him.

You don’t have to use any of these but I just had to share.

The way I grinned.

So I'm just gonna yep, these are..Yep being added to the hoard. This is all so perfect you have no idea. Our worms are in sync again because Sunny helping Com with his clothes and style were something I was thinking about. The others though are so perfect.

To explain the thing with Jazz getting curious about Comet, well lets say this. The twins and Com tried really hard to hide him. Until Comet gets himself exposed somehow, which leads to only the need to know bots knowing what he is. Optimus knows, Prowl, Jazz (Because he had suspicions and decided to just wait for him to A reveal his true colors or B just prove his only crime would be lying about his species.) Ironhide would probably know too, and Ratchet because he would have to deal with Comet and his antics when the twins are injured and get a crash course in his biology when Comet arrives torn to pieces from an encounter. By the time he is on Earth the team of bots is so small he just assumes an easy form and switches between what is needed, unafraid because all the mechs in his corner are present to cool off any aggression from any in the unaware. I'm still figuring out how to deal with the human government on this. Could lead to quite a few protective twins and dead generals. And if his presence would break their treaty.

ANyWAY back to his romantic life, I love all of this, share all you want, I NEED to do some doodles of the girl and the boy now, the worms are calling. If Im lucky we might get a brotherly twin sketch.

UGH its all so good!

[lovingperfectionsblog]

For What It's Worth - Chapter 6

Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapter 6: What line is he willing to cross? 

Chapter summary: Carlos flirts and Max is willing to risk it all to make sure he figures this out properly. 

Warnings: Swearing. 

Word Count: 2791

Authors note: Hello, I’m back, life is slightly less hectic so hello :D This chapter is slightly shorter, it has taken me forever to write and it is a little more hectic, but I am really excited with where this story is heading :D I can’t wait to hear what you all think :)

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Lando could hear people shouting for him as he sprinted through the paddock, panting as his feet hit the ground below him, pushing him forward. He would never admit it, but you and Max had made him believe in true love, that there was someone for everyone in this world that so often made you feel alone, that maybe all of those rom-coms might actually be on to something, and since you had made him believe in that, he was going to make sure he played a role in getting you and Max together. 

So he ignored the burn in his lungs and how hard Carlos’driver room door was as he ran into it, forced to spend an extra precious couple of seconds, which Max really depended on, trying to get the door open in his panic. 

Both Lando and Carlos flinched as the door hit the wall from the force that Lando swung it open and from the moment that Lando recovered from the shock, Carlos was subject to an onslaught of information that there was no way he could possibly follow. 

“Slow down!” Carlos attempted to calm his friend down all while rapidly trying to process the information coming from Lando, “Did you just call Y/n hot?”

This finally shut Lando up. 

“Like Max’s Y/n?” The nod surprised Carlos, no one ever called you hot, well, not unless it was in whispered tones far, far, far away from Max. 

“Yes, Jesus, just, were you not paying attention to anything I just said?” Lando swiftly closed the door behind him, strategically standing in front of the slight chip in the wall that now existed.

 “How can anyone pay attention-” he was getting sidetracked, he needed to understand exactly what was happening with you and Lando, “Are you seeing her?”

“Who?” A confused look instantly adorned Landos face as he tried to catch up to Carlo’s question. 

“Y/N, You know, Max’s girl? I gotta know, is it like a shared agreement between the three of you or are you actually seeing Max’s girl behind his back?” Carlos couldn't help the unamused look on his friends face and he couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him as he continued, “Or is this you asking me how to make a move on Max’s girl?”

“Actually, I’m here to warn you that she’s coming to make a move on you.” A smug grin spread across Lando’s face as he watched the panic spread on his friend, “She’s wearing a cute little sundress on top of it, determined to get her man.”

“And she thinks that man is me?” Lando shrugged before relenting and sharing a small amount of information with Carlos. 

“She isn’t sure who it is.” The frustration seeped off of Carlos, “You going to listen to me this time round?” 

“Hurry up or get out.” And so Lado began to explain the entire story, start to finish, rushing through the parts that specifically made Max look really bad, with Carlos asking him to repeat those parts too many times and finally, between the two of them, they came up with a plan. 

One that would be kind to you and let you down easily and maybe get Max to actually make a move on you, and now all they had to do was wait until they ran into you. 

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Max could feel his face heat up as he watched you leave the motorhome and he was ushered into yet another meeting. He was torn between desperately trying to get your attention and not wanting to look at you for a second longer because every part of him was losing the battle of not just telling you exactly how he felt. 

How had he gotten himself into this mess, how had he finally been brave enough to say how he felt and then subsequently ended up helping you look for the love of your life? A man that you clearly were more interested in than him. 

“You’re staring” Daniel nudged him as you finally slipped out the motorhome doors, dragging his attention back to the meeting. 

“How can I not? This might be the last time I ever see her without the love of her life on her arm.” Dejection filtered through his voice as he allowed his thoughts to escape him, finally allowing himself to begin the grieving process. 

“Oh, you mean you’re finally going to tell her the truth?” Ever the optimist, Daniel couldn’t help but try and be positive about the situation, knowing deep in his soul that if any two people belonged together, it was you and Max. 

“I need you to stop.” Max couldn’t handle it. 

“Stop what?” Daniel could have guessed what he meant, but he was also willing to take advantage of any opportunity he could to convince Max that all he needed was to be a little brave. 

There was a long silence as Max picked at his nail beds, seeking out any distraction from the truth. 

“Giving me hope.” The loudest Max could get out was a whisper, not risking the crack in his voice. Not risking breaking the waterline of the first tears, of many he assumed, when he truly thought about the ramifications of the situation he could only blame himself for. “Please don’t give me hope when I'm about to watch the only woman I will ever love end up with another driver.”

“All you have to be is honest Max.” The glassy eyes didn’t surprise Daniel like he thought it would, but for the first time Daniel realized just how broken Max was in this situation. What had seemed so obvious, so simple, to Daniel, was completely lost on Max. He truly did not realize that you and him were it. You were always going to be together in the end. To Max, this was the end, and he wasn’t in it with you. 

Before Max could protest an alert sounded on both their phones, the exact same message brightening their screens. 

NoRizz: Okay, don’t be mad. 

NoRizz added Chili.

Maxie: Why would I be mad? 

Chili: Because I’m standing here looking at your girl in that sundress, kind of glad you fucked up. 

Maxie: I’m going to kill you. 

NoRizz: He isn’t going to do anything. 

Chili: You didn’t tell me she looked this good. 

NoRizz: HE ISN’T GOING TO DO ANYTHING. 

BigRicc: Carlos, stay away from her until we get there. 

NoRizz: Too late. 

Maxie: What do you mean too late?

NoRizz: She saw him and now they’re talking. 

BigRicc: So stop them? Get involved in the conversation!

NoRizz: Please don’t make me do that right now. There’s a lot of touching. 

Maxie: So you’re just going to let him take my girl?

NoRizz: I mean, technically she isn’t your girl. 

BigRicc: Jesus Lando.

Maxie: I’m going to kill you. 

Maxie: Both of you. 

Daniel could literally see the water in his glass splashing over as the table shook. Max’s leg bouncing rapidly underneath the table from a combination of anxiety and rage. 

Not a single second of this meeting has been absorbed by Max and it took less then a second before Max was moving out the door of the motorhome with Daniel hot on his heels when Horner dismissed them. He rushed through the paddock frantically searching for you amongst too many people. Normally it was like you were a beacon in any space, he was always drawn to you, like you were inexplicably connected somehow, but now Max felt as if that had been severed. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t feel you. 

He was suddenly lost. 

Suddenly your laugh rang out through the crowd and Max couldn’t help but stop for a second and admire you.

The sun on your skin as you tilted your head back, laughing at whatever Carlos has said. It didn't even matter that it wasn’t him making you laugh, you just looked so beautiful. 

Maybe he could live with you ending up with Carlos if it meant that he got to see you this happy? 

That goddamn sundress really did look good on you. 

“Carlos! There you are.” Daniel made his way past Max and over to you, glaring at a skittish Lando in the distance. 

“You were looking for me?”  Carlos didn’t even bother taking his eyes off you as he addressed the two other drivers making their way over. 

“ Yeah, I wanted to wish you luck for qualifiers, Max over here is looking pretty angry so I think I’m a little nervous for all of us out there today.”  It was both a threat and a warning to the other driver, one Carlos couldn’t help but laugh at. 

“You’re angry? Why? What's wrong? Did something happen with Horner?” Max softened entirely the moment you turned towards him, concern detached in your brows, his heart fluttered as you placed your palm to his chest, a subconscious habit you had now developed whenever Max was feeling angry or anxious, finding that the physical touch calmed him completely. 

He loved how well you knew him, even if you weren’t completely conscious of just how much you did. 

Suddenly you had turned away from him, leaning closer towards Carlos as he moved to comment. 

“I can only assume he is upset over this whole flower situation.” Confusion replaced concern on your face as Carlos couldn’t help but laugh at the cute expression. 

“Why would Max be angry over the flower situation?” Despite Max’s anxiety, he couldn’t help but smile at the exact same thing Carlos was. The tilt of your head and furrowed brows as you tried to piece together everything that was being said. 

“Because whoever sent those flowers shouldn’t be a coward and just say how he feels instead of making you run all over the grid trying to figure out who it is.”  Daniel offered up as an explanation. 

“So it wasn’t Carlos?” Max was looking directly at the driver just mentioned, the question a lot more layered than what you understood? 

“I did not get her the flowers,” a breath of relief left Max, his hand coming up to wrap around yours, anchoring himself even more in your presence, in your reality. 

He still had a chance. 

“But I did tell her that I had a pretty good idea of who it was.”  Daniel couldn’t help but feel proud of Carlos, this is what Max needed, a little bit of pressure, and they were going to make sure he was getting it from all sides. 

“And he has decided to be cruel and make me wait till he tells me just exactly who it is.” Not even your pout could distract Max from the stare he and Carlos were locked in. Carlos was going to make you wait, which meant Max had some time. 

“He has two weeks.” Two weeks. Max could do two weeks. That was enough time for him to figure this all out, “Unless he pisses me off on the track.” Another threat and warning disguised as a joke. 

Max just gave a slight nod as your head was turned away from him, a promise that he would confess in the next two weeks, a promise that he’d let Carlos win whatever he wanted if he just gave him this time to figure it out.

Max couldn’t help but think about how easy it was to get into match fixing because this entire situation has him willing to throw the entire championship out the window if that's what it took. 

“You're technically Max’s PA right?” Suddenly Lando had popped back up into the conversation. 

“I am, why?” No one liked where this was headed. 

“Could you get us all coffee?” A slap to the back of his head was followed quickly by admonishment from the entire group. 

“My PA, not yours, and she’s not the type of PA to get coffee you dick.” Max had subconsciously moved between you and Lando, challenging him. 

“Redbull, whatever, can she just please?” There was a slight desperation in Lando’s voice prompting Max to give you a pleading look, knowing that he was apologize a million times over after this.

“4 Redbulls coming up.” You rolled your eyes as you moved away from the four men, not missing the very short words Max was having with Lando regarding your treatment.

“Listen, this isn’t about, just, wait, Carlos, why did you flirt like that?” Suddenly all the attention was off of Lando and back on Carlos. 

“You flirted with her?” Daniel let out a sigh so deep it could have only come from the very depths of his soul. 

“After the way Max treated her, she deserved to have her ego boosted a little bit,” it was so obvious and so nonchalant that none of the other drivers could even say anything against it, “Plus, Jesus, that dress.” A groan left Carlos tat every single one of them couldn’t help but agree with, none of them scared of admitting it in front of Max at this point, knowing he had absolutely no leg to stand on until he made a move. 

“At least you can flirt with her.” Max couldn’t help but feel sorry for himself. 

“I mean, you could if you weren’t such a pussy.” The deadpan look he received was physically painful in its truth. 

“And she is really fun to flirt with, she gets this very rosy cheek when you do, at least it starts at her cheeks, eventually her entire chest is pink the more you -” 

“I advise you shut your mouth right now.”  Max couldn’t be damned if Carlos told, he wasn’t prepared to let him sit there and talk about you like that. 

“But apparently Carlos is so good with his mouth?” You blew a kiss towards Carlos and before he could even pretend that he had caught it, Lando had stepped in between you two, wildly moving his arms in the air, an attempt to usher off your blown kiss in another direction. 

“Don’t be gross.” All except Max and Lando laughed at his response. 

“Weren’t you just checking out my boobs all morning at breakfast?” Lando whipped his head towards Max, hyper aware of how red Max’s neck was getting. That was pure rage and Lando did not want to stick around for that. 

“You’ve done me dirty, and now since you have, I am leaving for my meeting early.” He made a big show of huffing as he turned around, urging Carlos to follow him off, all but ready to run if that's what saved his life from Max’s wrath. 

And then there were three of you, silently all deciding that it was time you made your way back to the motorhome. 

“Quali starts soon, I assume you boys need to get ready?” It was more of a statement than a question, you knew they needed to go and you were thankful for a moment to lick your wounds. That was your third rejection of the weekend and you’re not sure how many more of them you could go through. 

Before either of them could nod, you’d made your way to your work studio, ready to get this day over with, leaving Max and Daniel to get ready in their respective drivers rooms. 

As soon as Max had closed the door to his, he fully rested against the table in the middle of the room, attempting to figure out his next move as Carlos’s threat played over in his mind again and again. 

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“Explain to me exactly how Carlos got that close to you in q3?” Daniel didn’t want to believe Max was willing to actually throw these next two weeks to keep Carlos quiet. 

“The Ferrari is quick.”  Max didn’t feel like talking, instead continuing to shove his clothes into his bag so he could just find you and get back to the hotel. 

“Not that quick. Max, you can’t let him win over some girl.” That stopped Max. 

“Not some girl.” Daniel knew what you were to him so why would this surprise him? 

“This is illegal.” Daniel couldn't believe his ears. There was no way Max was actually going to go easy on Carlos for the next two weeks. 

“I got P1, nothing illegal happened.”  He shoved his wallet into his pants and pulled out his phone ready to call you. 

“And what happens when you get closer to the deadline?” Daniel stopped him just before he could leave, stranded between the safety of the drivers room and the world outside. Stranded between a line that if crossed, he would never deserve to be a driver again. 

“She’s not some girl.” 

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[my-writings-and-musings]

Could you do Fort Max and First Aid for the oxygen loss?

Seriosuly loving it, angst and comfort/fluff is the best combination lmao

It is the best combination and those are two of the best boys so I am ON IT! Fort Max is in part eight listed below, but here's First Aid!

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Part Two: Here!

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Part Ten: Here!

Part Eleven: You're Here!

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First Aid

·Ever one for new experiences, he'd been quite enthusiastic to have a human join the crew, and perhaps it was his penchant for thoroughly appreciating every unknown he came across that had led to your fast paced courtship. The bot had simply demonstrated an almost overwhelming fascination towards you from day one, and in short time the connection between the two of you had been discovered through his efforts. Now you were nearly inseparable. Off days and breaks are always used for bonding, and today is no exception. Atop his lap as he sits comfortably, you happily listen to his enthusiastic and commentary filled reading of a Wrecker's Declassified, loving how he has the most obvious and adorable starstruck look while doing so. You could listen all day just to see his schoolboy crush play out before you.

·For him, having someone who listens and values his opinions without hesitation is enough to get his spark humming. He's rather accustomed to being passed over for bots with more experience and fame, so seeing your eyes focused on him with such rapt attention is... well, it's just nice. Finding you exceptionally adorable doesn't make it any less sweet. Being human also means a great deal of his favorite topics are new to you, so he gets to introduce you to all the wonders of the Wreckers, something that he loves every moment of. It's also not unpleasant to have your tiny body close to his, practically snuggling against him... Cuddling is something more or less new to him as well, so having it at all is yet another wonder you've brought to his life. There's a vague hope in the back of his processor that he'll be brave enough to suggest sharing a berth someday, just for a nice nap together, as he's not yet been brave enough to ask such a thing of you.

·Unfortunately, the universe has very little respect for his plans. Accustomed to interruptions as an always on call medic, he can't help but be a little frustrated when Ratchet starts comming him out of the blue, but he knows better than to show it. Something serious must be going on if their CMO needs assistance. Still in your partner's lap, you watch as he answers the communication, quite used to sudden messages like this pulling him away. It's a part of dating a medic; but nothing about this seems standard. First Aid shifts his expression to one of concern as the voice comes through the comm in broken static, though he's experienced enough to put together what little there is. A warning of failing systems gets him moving on instinct, his arms scooping you up as he moves to stand, and the instructions to head to his emergency stations is almost unnecessary when the line goes dead.

��You're surprised but not offput by the sudden change in your position, if only because being swept into his arms is... very nice. That doesn't prevent you from knowing something is off though, and thankfully he is just as aware of you as he is his responsibilities as a medic, more so of you to tell the truth... A calm visor reflects your face as he lifts you close to relay the situation. Something is wrong with the ship, he explains, and it's bad enough that Ratchet made a preemptive call for medical bots to get moving. That means he needs to get to the medical bay, and before you can ask he brings up the possibility of you coming with him. Worry is just perceptible on his face as he hesitantly expresses that having you there would be safer, and thus he'd feel better... The bashful look is so cute you momentarily forget the danger to give him a reassuring kiss on his faceplate while accepting the proposition.

·Ignoring the stars you make him see with a tiny smooch, he gets right to work, securing you in one arm and ensuring his room is locked before heading out. He can't help but feel protective as he does so, almost like your guard against the threat that feels omnipresent in every hallway. You feel the same, and he can tell by how you hold him tighter in his grasp, something that stirs his spark with almost overpowering affection. It's enough to make him certain he'd fight like a Phase Sixer to protect you... For your part, a similiar drive to keep him safe is present, despite the difference in size between you. Hopefully you help him feel a little more secure as the two of you move through the eerily quiet hallways.

·The protective instincts First Aid has honed in his career as a medic give him a half second warning that danger is inbound, but all he is able to do in that time is curl around you protectively when the world seems to shake itself asunder. Hard floors meet his back in a painful rush, and you're similiarly jostled against him, though thankfully the worst of the blow is softened by his reflexive brace for impact. Tremors continue to rock the ship once you both realize you're on the ground, but a great cacophony of noise fails to die down when the shaking does. It's not a noise you've ever heard before; though you can compare it to metal being torn, the echoing and overbearing sound is at a scale you can't even comprehend.

·First Aid, having a natural coolness under pressure, is able to collect himself even as the situation continues evolving. The alarm begins to go off as he gets himself off the floor, and he notes that had it not the entire crew would probably still be mobilizing. There was no way anybot didn't feel what he just happened to be a front row spectator towards. While being on a ship of soldiers meant backup would soon be available, he had a few concerns that just couldn't wait for the guards to be scrambled. With one path to the medical bay now inaccessible, and you being so vulnerable, he needs to get somewhere safe to plan. He holds you close as the first open room becomes a makeshift shelter.

·Still reeling from the shock of everything, you find yourself atop a table in one of the Lost Light's many maintenance rooms, watching as First Aid attaches a portable operating flashlight to his helm. Before you can ask a single question the light is covering your body as he looks you over, asking for clarification on your basic functions while checking for injuries at the same time. Only when he's satisfied you're stable does the opportunity for speech present itself. Half expecting another massive tremor to hit at any moment, you ask what on earth made the ship move and sound like it had hit a Titan sized can opener, and his visor darkens with worry. You take hold of his hand to reassure and encourage him.

·The explanation is a bit rushed, but understandable; the ship has been ambushed, no doubt the enemy is preparing to board through the makeshift docking station they just created, and enemies will soon flood in... Also, most of the ship's systems appear to be offline. It's bad enough news that you feel suddenly woozy and need to sit back on your little table. Seeing you afraid drives First Aid into action, his processor working overtime to formulate a plan that will get you to safety, though admittedly the situation is a tough one. It's only when he takes proper stock of his surroundings and notes the monitor station that an idea takes shape.

·Intent on finding a clear path, he lays out his plan as he starts typing, explaining his thought process as he hacks into the virus addled program to get what he needs. Though you find solace in his confidence, the surprise from before is still wearing you down. Exhaustion seems to be the only thing you can truly comprehend... First Aid breaks through the enemy programs holding information back, but his victory proves short lived when the many systems start showing their current status, and his triumph turns to horror at one in particular. Critical to your survival, the atmospheric generators are among the malfunctioning systems. Oxygen levels are dropping by the minute. Without a word, he turns on the spot and begins looking you over again, earning a cry of surprise as he scoops you up.

·Alarmed and confused, you haven't a clue what might have spurred the usually in control bot to act so rashly, and have to sputter out the question when your clouded head fails to settle. Something like an explanation pours out of him, but there's very little you understand due to an increasingly sluggish mind. The growing exhaustion alarms him further. There's precious little time before you reach critical levels of oxygen deprivation, and the hypoxia has already rid you of the ability to process the situation... An ache in his spark is joined by one in his head as he tries to formulate a plan, and when he is left with only a long shot, he's forced to take it for your sake. There's a shake in his hands as he cannibalizes the room for parts, throwing together a makeshift air scrubber that will generate just enough breathable oxygen to get you to the medical bay. You smile as you watch him make it, suddenly too tired to stay awake but wanting to watch him craft, if only because his ingenuity is one of your favorite traits. The pleasant haze is still there even as he lifts you again to bring a makeshift oxygen mask to your face and begin running.

·All he can really do is hope, but there's precious little optimism in his spark as he makes the journey to the medical bay in a blind run, not running into enemies by sheer luck. The countless mistakes he's made so far are all that exist beyond your terrifyingly expressionless face. It's distracting enough that he's surprised when the team of Autobots appears from nowhere, particularly as Ratchet is amongst them, but before the CMO can say a word First Aid is pleading with the more experienced medic for help. He feels like a student on their first bad rotation in a hospital ward, facing the possibility of death for the first time, only a million times more agonized because you're on the line. The older bot is mercifully understanding as he gently takes you and guides him back to the medical bay, where he enters a fog and settles in to his job without conscious thought. He sees everything; Ratchet stabilizes you with proper equipment, wounded bots start to come in with news the battle is over, the systems maintaining the ship all come completely online... None of it registers.

·All he can think of is how he failed. The machine he built could have been more effective, he should have predicted oxygen issues from the start, and had he not been distracting you with his foolish interests to begin with... It physically hurts, but he doesn't allow himself even a moment of reprieve from the self admonishment, and dedicates himself entirely to your wellbeing. Every tiny facet of your recovery is microanalyzed, down to the thousandth of a percent. He won't risk losing you to more of his mistakes. It's bad enough that he doesn't permit joy to show on his face when you finally begin to stir, not even cracking a smile when your beautiful eyes finally blink open and you look into his visor. Your own expression, however, immediately shifts to one of exhausted but emphatic relief. Seeing the bot you love alive after the chaos you remember enduring is more than you could have asked for.

·He can't help but be incredibly gentle as he asks how you feel, his affection too strong to ever suppress in its entirety. But you can see the struggle in his actions, having become so accustomed to his presence that the out of character reservation is as obvious to you as a fireworks display, so you quickly ask if he's okay after everything that happened. The innocent question actually makes him flinch. Not a moment later he breaks and loses the calm air of a medic, collapsing into a nearby chair to confess that your injuries are his fault, caused by a myriad of failures he can't reconcile. Head in his hands, he's caught off guard when you make an effort to move from your little bundle of blankets and tubes keeping you stable.

·Before he can say a word to stop you, he is silenced by a little hand taking hold of his digit, and though the mask is firmly fitted you still speak loud and clear enough for him to hear the firmness in your voice. As lovingly as you can, you insist that he stop what he's doing. Loving him is worth any risk, but because he's as resourceful and brilliant as he is, you had made it through a situation most wouldn't have survived. The rest of the universe may not always see his worth, but you do every time you see him. Growing dizzy from the force of your conviction, you're gently shushed and encouraged to lie back, yet to your exhausted delight First Aid appears anything but pained as he works. Adjusting your blankets and tenderly ensuring your comfort, he doesn't need to say thank you through anything but his actions. As always, you've brought him back down from that exhausting despair he grappled with so often in the past. After all, he must be capable indeed to have earned the love of someone so wonderful and unique. The least he can do is show his gratitude in a gentle brush of his thumb over your palm as you drift back to sleep.

[daebak-dreams]

𝘔𝘟: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴

Anon Asked:  Can I request a MX to when you want to break up because you are being harassed by some bad fans? I’m so happy y’all are open again ! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Of course ! Awww thank you lovebug!! Enjoy !~

Shownu

He listened to what you had to say, and stayed silent until you finished. Each words stuck him like a knife. He was ashamed that some of his fans were actin gout like this. He had wanted to see all of them happy, did they not want the same thing for him? You made him happy, but now because of something that was so easy to fix, he was going to have that happiness of his ripped away from him much easier. At the end of what you had to say to him, he would apologize, apologize from himself and his fans. He then tried to make light of things with a joking sentence on how maybe things would be much different if he wasn’t famous like he was and the two of you met like in a rom-com. all he wanted to do was make you smile and laugh like before but it seemed much harder this time. He really wouldn’t know what to do. He felt exhausted, but wanted to remain strong for the both of you. 

“I wish things could be much different..I don’t want to loose you, not now, not ever..”

Kihyun

This is something that he took very serious, though he knew he had to be careful on what to do. He didn’t want anything to come back to you, or his members if he involved the media or his managers. He worried more about your safety than anything else. He would want to sit down with you, and talk the situation out, but when he saw that you had made up your mind, he would break. He didn’t know how to feel exactly. He adored you, and having you being ripped away from him because of people who were supposed to be his fans, made him sick to his stomach. All he could do was sit there and look at you. If this was going to be his final day being with you like this, he wanted to store the image of what you looked like then and now in his mind. As much as he wanted to beg you to stay, he was worried that things could get worse if he did.

“I’m so sorry (y/n)...I’m so so sorry....”

Hyungwon

He wouldn’t know what to do, or say for that fact. He was disgusted and embarrassed even for the way that these particular fans were acting. How could they be this way, it wouldn’t make him want them anyways, especially after this. He sat with you in silence for a while before clearing his throat and finally talking. He asked you things from “Are you alright?” to “Are you sure you really want this?” For him, he could have cared less when it came to breaking it off with someone, but it was you. And you were someone he really cared for, and that made things much, much harder. But after you told him how you were both alright, and sure, that’s when he wouldn’t say much. He would nod, without a word, playing it off as if ‘things happen’ but in reality, his own heart was breaking since the beginning of that talk.

“Alright...I’m not going to beg or ask you to stay..You probably deserve better than this.”

Wonho

Panic and pain would course through him. Both being from the trouble his fans caused you, and from the anger his fans felt from him dating. Even though he was, beyond happy, with you, he also couldn’t stay by and watch them rip you apart. He loved the both sides of the parties, which made him much more frustrated as he would tug on his hair and groan while you talked. Expect him to pace back and forth in front of you, and stare at the ground as you spoke to him. He wouldn’t hear you the first time when you ask him what he thought would be best, or quite honestly he didn’t want to. He was torn between the lifestyle of a pop-star, and a normal person. He wanted to live both lives in harmony, but it wasn’t that simple. He didn’t want to drag you down, he wouldn’t, but he would hope that you would give your relationship a second chance, or at least a second thought. 

“Please (y/n)...Think about it okay?? I’m not asking you to stay but think if you really want to go or not..”

Minhyuk

Confusion would cross his mind and face as you brought up wanting to break up, and the reasoning behind it. He didn’t know this was going on, and how could he? He saw all of his fans like angels. He didn’t think they were capable of such things. Okay....Well...he did. But he just tried to ignore that fact because he had so much love for them. But when you told him of the harassment, that’s when he grew annoyed. He then started to feel upset and sick to his stomach as you brought up wanting to break up again. This is something he didn’t want. Hearing those things about his fan’s behaviors, was one things, but he wasn’t sure if his heart could take something else, like not being your boyfriend anymore. He would be the one to try and beg you to stay the most, just because he knew that if the both of you worked at it, and he protected you more, things could maybe, maybe just work out. 

“I didn’t know this was happening but please..please we can make it work (y/n)”

Jooheon

He would be frustrated beyond belief, mostly with the fans who were doing this, but he seemed to take it out mostly on you. It’s not that he meant to, but he didn’t know what else to do. He would gripe and groan, telling you on how he had had warned you before getting into this relationship with him, that things were going to be difficult at times. Of course you didn’t know how to respond to this, knowing that he too was also getting himself into something that he was weary about, but decided on it anyways. He would groan and tug at his hair, asking you if you knew who the fans were specifically that way the next time at a concert or meet and greet, he would give them a piece of his mind, but that was just the anger talking. He knew that would never happen. The breakup would definitely be hard with him. As much as he didn’t want you to leave, he also didn’t want to see you get hurt because of him either. 

“Aishh...I told you this kind of crap could happen..didn’t I? No..I’m not mad with you...Just with them...”

Changkyun

He wasn’t one to put his feelings out on the table so easily. It was much more easier to hold them back, not wanting to hinder the people around him, and he especially didn’t want to do that to you. How could he? You were the one person he had so much love and feelings for, but it seemed that had to come to an end after the conversation he had with you. He was anger, angry that his fans wouldn’t leave him be, more so, you. That anger quickly turned into sadness. As much as he didn’t want you to leave, he wanted what was the best for you and didn’t want you get that kind of negative attention. He agreed that maybe breaking up would be for the best through tears that he hid, but he had hoped that the two of you could maybe remain friends, or at least in touch. He had no intentions of letting go of you in entirety. 

“Dammit...Well..You deserve alot more than all this crap...I’m really sorry (y/n)..”

-Admin Bonbori

[captainderyn]

“ it’s just a scratch ”

Esrin, Fashira and Zasharr all belong to @delavairesslegacy​

Rielay+Esrin (Plus an appearance from the rest of Rielay’s crew, new and old.)Though it’s more a bundle of Rielay stress than anything.

I feel like I should warn for language because Rielay is a stress swearer so: Beware the Swearing Smuggler. 

Everything was going wrong.

Everything always went wrong, no matter how hard Rielay tried to keep everything going right. It was becoming very old, very fast and she was beginning to wonder why she kept trying with every blaster shot that whizzed by her head.

Things should have gone smoothly, they were only here on Balmorra (it was always Balmorra, she really should’ve learned the first time.Or maybe the time after that.) dropping off a delivery for a client. No Republic supplies, no Empire supplies, just various packages for civs. No sides, just supplies for people in tough spots. Drop and go. Or, it should’ve been. Instead the fighting had picked up again, leaving them stranded in the middle of an escalating conflict. Resistance forces and Empire forces to be exact, and since they weren’t wearing either team’s identification they were fair game. They may be fair game, but the game they were playing was anything but. 

It had taken her whole crew to move their cargo, the deliveries had been several months worth of supplies and Emeldir had been with her from an job on Aldeeran that she had needed his name and diplomacy for. Six of them in total, which meant six running targets. And of course, by all the luck she had saved up, they had been separated by a few well placed explosions.

They were caught in the middle and paying for it. Rielay didn’t know how well Esrin, Fashira and Zasharr were holding up but she hoped it was better than she and Emeldir. A detonator that had hit too close to home had knocked them both off their feet and Emeldir had been off kilter since, a gash bleeding above his eye while her cybernetic arm was pinned to her chest with a cord from one of their drop boxes. 

“Kid you alright?” Rielay glanced over at Emeldir quickly when his third shot in a row went wide. He grimaced, not meeting her look when another volley of blaster bolts flew in their direction.

“Not really Taqq, but well enough to keep fighting.” They scrambled to the side when the ground exploded a short distance away. Shoulder to shoulder she met his grimace with one of her own, palming one of her last detonators.

“That isn’t comforting.” She set her jaw, casting another worried glance at her fellow captain when he didn’t reply before shaking her head and throwing her detonator. She was really starting to hate her job.

Hours seem to pass before they got a long enough lull to make a break for it, sprinting across the open area until they could take cover behind another pile of rocks. Rielay had her free hand gripped on Emeldir’s wrist, pulling him along with more force that was probably necessary but she worried if she let go she’d find him on the ground when she turned around. They paused, breathing hard and Emeldir doubled over against the rocks while Rielay tried to get a com signal to the others.

“Why the hell isn’t it-oh kark.” 

Emeldir looked up at her with barely a “…what?” but she had already taken off at a sprint again, making a beeline for the small group huddled in the shelter of a demolished turret. 

Dirt and rock scattered around Rielay as she slammed to a halt, finding a blaster and a rifle leveled at her. “Do not pull that trigger.” She gasped. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Fashira and Zasharr lowered their weapons, tense postures slumping.

 “Damnit Rielay, maybe don’t come tearing at us like a lizardbat out of hell.” Zasharr growled, shaking his head. “I nearly put a hole through you.” 

Rielay waved a hand dismissively, but her eyes widened when she caught sight of Esrin leaning heavily on the side of the turret. In two steps she was in front of him, and her fear must’ve read in her eyes because he spoke before he even could. 

“It’s just a scratch, I’m alright.” 

She opened her mouth and closed it again, eyebrows drawing together even as she reached up towards the hastily tied cloth on his shoulder, hands hovering over the blood stained fabric. “That doesn’t seem like a scratch what happened?” 

Esrin folded his hand over hers, drawing it away from his shoulder and ignoring her suspicious glare. “After you and Emeldir got pulled away we got into a more..direct confrontation. Unfortunately shots were fired and I got in the way.” 

So this was how infuriating it was when she brushed off her injuries. She ripped her hand out of his, planting on her hip and her glare sharpening. “Being shot by a blasting isn’t just a fucking scratch.” She hissed, “Let me-” she reached for the pack of med supplies she usually kept on her belt, closing her eyes when her hand met air. It had torn loose in one of the blasts. Of course it had. Why wouldn’t it have? 

“Um…Rielay.” Rielay whirled around to find Fashira looking alarmed, more or less supporting Emeldir. She heaved a breath, bringing her hand up to her face and then back down. “I just…” Another breath, in…out, she hated this planet, she hated her job. Pointing an accusing finger at Emeldir, who half hardheartedly flipped her off amidst his wavering, her voice was low. “It’s a miracle you’ve made it this far.” Her accusation turned to Esrin, who seemed to be faring much better than her younger captain. “And you. We’re separated for five minutes and this happens.” 

“Well considering you’ve nearly ripped off you’re arm again…” She heard Emeldir mutter, and Esrin’s eyes darted from her finger pointed at his chest to her arm pressed against her and widened. Rielay closed her eyes briefly, looking over her shoulder at Emeldir. 

“Feel free to throw him into the nearest chasm.” She directed at Fashira before fumbling for her comlink. This job…”I’m calling for an emergency transport before anyone of us fall apart.” 

“Already done. Though we might be here awhile.” Zasharr crossed his arms, looking somewhere over her shoulder. Rielay followed his look and barked out a disbelieving, entirely miserable laugh. 

Smoke billowed up into the sky. 

“Fuck. The whole war…as soon as we got here. Of course.” 

“Never a dull moment with you Rie…” The look she sent towards Esrin was caught somewhere between irritation and humor, dulled only by the roar of an approaching engine. With a look of surprise she looked up to find the family body of a Republic craft approaching. 

She knew she had to have had some luck hiding somewhere. By the time they were heading out of the war zone, kolto and other supplies being thrown their way they were very near hysterical laughter. 

There was never a dull moment, and nothing ever went exactly as planned. 

[clevernewdimension]

Inhumans Part Five

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine,

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 5.4K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

“Are you sure about this,” I ask nervously, “We could just fix it easily, you know.”

Baekhyun shakes his head, “Look, he already said I could try since it’s not that bad, right?” He turns his head to Minseok, giving him playful, pleading eyes.

“I’m going to regret this,” He mutters. Looking up, he finds my eyes, “Besides, some of us should learn to do this just in case we can’t get to you in time.”

I sigh, handing Baekhyun the needle with the thread. “I don’t see why you’re learning first. You’re always in here giving instructions!” I point all around me, computers buzzing and screens taking up almost every inch of the walls. One was end to end, completely covered which, when not using it to look at security cameras, made for a pretty damn good movie watching screen. Cables all neat until you get to the desk, where there are some tech torn apart and a number of laptops that Baekhyun was slowly going through and hacking. The floor was completely plain, smooth concrete. We were all seated in chairs in the middle of the room. Three computer chairs that were kept here, two that were often pushed into the corner.

“It was MY idea,” Baekhyun says grinning, taking the needle from me, summoning the ball of bright light closer to Minseok’s arm, making it even brighter. “Here I thought you’d think it would be a great idea, since it would help keep Yixing safe!”

“Anyone else, yes. You with the needle? Not so much. You’d probably hurt anyone you’re stitching up more,” I tease, looking at the cut on his arm. “Clean the cut!”

“Rude,” Baekhyun pouts, pouring rubbing alcohol on the wound in a very ungracious manner. It pours it onto Minseok’s arm, as he lets out a hiss of pain.

“OW! A little warning next time,” Minseok yells, glaring at Baekhyun, yanking his arm away on instinct.

“Your bedside manner is atrocious,” I sigh, “Alright, now that the bleeding has slowed, you can begin AFTER you put on gloves!”

“Why? Why? I’ve washed my hands!”

“I don’t want to catch something from you,” Minseok explains, a smirk on his face.

“Like what? A sense of humor?”

“’Pain in the ass syndrome’ is more likely,” I laugh.

“That’s not a real thing,” He yells as he pouts. He puts on gloves, snapping them to his skin. Over the next few minutes, I instruct him on a basic suture, explaining calmly and slowly, just to be sure he’s learning right. His hands were quite shaky, showing that behind his jokes, he was actually fairly nervous.

I look over his handiwork, nodding, “A bit of a mess, but overall it does the job. Though try to keep the spaces between each stitch even.”

Baekhyun spins in his chair, holding up a V sigh. “Being a doctor is easy!”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. I’d love to see him say that to a brain surgeon.

The screens all suddenly come to life, making a calling sound. Baekhyun slides over quickly, picking up a headset. “This is Baekhyun, the greatest doctor to ever live, who is this?” A second he pauses, taping on the keys quickly, bringing up multiple cameras, “Take a left now!”

“Whats happening,” Minseok asks, looking worried as he rolls his chair over.

I stand, moving next to them both, worried.

Baekhyun points to Minseok’s left. Minseok reaches over, getting two headsets, he hands one to me, putting one on himself.

I place it over my ears, hearing tires screeching and the sounds of guns.

“They’re gaining,” I hear Sehun yell over the coms.

“Get ready to take a left when I tell you,” Baekhyun instructs, bringing up something that looks like a jumbled mess of words and numbers. He clicks around, typing fast as he finds what he’s looking for. “Now!”

I watch on a security cam as they turn, barely beating the railroad crossing gates. They use to be just posts that come down, but now they’re like full blown walls that come down or, sometimes, up. The cars that were following them slam into them causing a huge accident.

“Alright,” Baekhyun says, “You might want to find a new vehicle, they’ve got the word about the van you're in now. They’re watching the cams. I can buy you time by playing previous footage of you on different streets to confuse them, but you have to make it quick!”

“We’re carrying small kids,” Yixing yells, “We can’t exactly switch cars!”

“Fuck,” Minseok yells and clenching his fists, “That was today?!”

“You’re close to a drop off,” Baekhyun explains, ignoring the man to his left, “Two rights, under the bridge, you know the one. The door is Neon’s. She can smuggle them out the country to freedom. After, you have to ditch the car and get somewhere fast, I can’t stop them for much longer. Seems like they’re getting use to my tricks.”

“How did you manage to get them out,” Minseok asks, “I thought their security was at it’s best at sundown.”

“They were hiring a new security team today,” Kyungsoo explains calmly, “It was the only chance we’d get to free them when their security was weakened.”

I hear Yixing speaking in another language, softly. A smaller, barely there voice speaking the same. The person he was speaking to was clearly scared. I sigh, trying to keep my heart rate even. I was worried, hopeful they’d be fine.

“Alright,” I hear Sehun say, “We’re almost there.”

“Playing footage from last night for the security cams near there,” Baekhyun says, “Don’t be seen, you’ll blow Neon’s operation and she’d kill us.”

I see on one screen, the footage from yesterday that the people chasing them would see, and next to it I see their van pull up, watching as Sehun jumps out, ushering children out. I see Yixing hop out, holding a small girl, hearing him still muttering words I couldn’t understand. They got them all inside quickly. I see a woman with bright green hair come out, saying things to Sehun. I gather that that is Neon, and that neon is her code name. He nods and I hear Sehun thank the woman. Barely a minute and they were speeding off once more.

“Alright,” Baekhyun says, “Now, ditch the car and have Jongin teleport you guys here. They’re shutting the city down trying to keep you all contained, you won’t be able to hide and drive off.”

“Right,” Junmyeon says, “Will do. Be in the main entrance soon.”

I took off my headset, beginning to walk to the entrance, Minseok quickly following my lead.

“I should have went today,” He complains, “I wanted to be there to help.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m glad it went well.” I say, our footsteps echoing in the hall.

He laughs, “Didn’t just go well, it went completely better than expected. Last time we tried to free those kids was… well, the night we went and got you. Needless to say we failed last time.”

Soon, five men appeared in sight. They all looked tired, and some of them with blood on them, but if it was their own, they’ve already been healed. Yixing had a nasty cut over his eye I didn’t notice in the security cams. The other four men were happy and grinning, while he looked lost in thought. Sehun was smiling and laughing, “We finally did it!”

Jongin grins, “About damn time, too! Calls for a celebration!”

“First showers,” Kyungsoo says, nodding towards the bathrooms. “You smell awful.”

Sehun crosses his arms, “Pretty sure you’re smelling yourself, Hyung.”

I stepped in front of Yixing, making him bump into me. I lose balance, about to hit the floor but he catches my arm, easily pulling me up. “Oh,” He says, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“You need stitches,” I point to the opposite direction, “To the medical room. Now.”

Baekhyun who joined in, who was hugging Sehun, “Can I do it?!”

I see Junmyeon put a hand on Baekhyun’s arm. He mutters something to the younger man, quietly. Baekhyun nods, “Um… nevermind. I’m going to do… stuff…”

“What is going on with them,” I question, looking to where Yixing was, only to see him halfway to the medical room. I couldn’t help but wonder how someone so tall could be so quiet. I frown, wondering why he’s acting weird since getting back. These past couple weeks since the day I was almost killed, we’ve been talking and friendly. A lot better than before when he was avoiding me. That only meant that Sehun and Baekhyun’s teasing got worse, bringing Jongdae and Chanyeol in on it too. They were relentless.

I walk into the room, seeing him hold a rag to his eyebrow, a bottle of disinfectant in his hand. “I’m cleaning it,” He says, his voice which is usually happier now dull and almost emotionless, but there was a tiny hint of emotion there.

Sadness.

He sits on a stool that’s fairly tall, but I could see his cut easily from a standing position. I silently stitch his cut up, trying to go slower than normal to see if he was going to speak first. I know it’s quite painful, since he had no anesthesia, we had none. He didn’t flinch at all, his eyes avoiding looking into mine.

“The little girl,” He says, finally breaking the silence. His voice more timid than usual. “She… she’s from where I’m from. Changsha.”

“China,” I say, “So, you were speaking Chinese…”

“What,” He asks, looking at me confused.

“Minseok and I were listening in on the comms,” I explain, walking to find a new, clean rag. “And… well, when I first got here and showered, I hear someone singing in a language I didn’t know. I heard you singing. Now I know it was Chinese.”

“Oh,” He says, looking down, a blush forming on his cheeks, “I didn’t know you heard that. I should have put it together.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I smile, “You have a really nice voice! It was very calming.”

“Thank you,” He says, looking to the right. “But… she was taken from her family and sold to the Kiyoung corporation. They illegally buy Inhumans from other countries where it’s legal to be one.”

“What kind of an asshole would do that to people? Ugh. I’m glad you got her out of there, then,” I say, walking over with a new rag and wiping off blood from his face. “I can’t imagine what they do to them… to you all.”

He still avoids my gaze, “That happened to me. I was taken from my mother and sold here. To the Hyunsik’s company. I was alone and scared, just like her. Thankfully she was only there for a year, but… that’s still too long.”

I examine the stitches I did on him, “It is too long. I’m done, by the way.”

He looks up at me, “I’m glad you never had to go through what we did. It’s… like living a nightmare you can’t escape from. Now it’s like I’m living in a dream in comparison.” He stands, towering over me, smiling. “It just just a bit weird, like I was looking into the past in a way.”

“Yixing,” I start, “I… I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to upset you.”

“I doubt there is anything you could say that would upset me,” He says, stretching his arms.

“You said you were taken from your mother so... how come you haven’t gone back to China? To your mom?”

I see him freeze, tensing. I instantly knew that it was a very sore subject, one that was like a fresh wound. His hands turn into tight fists, but his face didn’t show anger. It showed pain. “You… you can’t return to someone who is dead.”

“How do you kn-”

“I just do,” He says, his voice growing stronger. It wasn’t mean, and he wasn’t yelling. He was just hurt. He turned away from me, taking a few steps to the door.

I frown, reaching out to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t me-”

“I should go wash up,” He says, quickly exiting the room before I could touch him.

The air was forced out of my lungs as I laid there, looking up at the ceiling. I was panting heavily, sweat on my forehead. I see Minseok smile from above me, holding his hand out, pulling me up. “You’re getting much better. Stronger, too.”

“Yeah, she’d actually beat Baekhyun now,” Jongdae says, laughing, leaning into Baekhyun who was pouting. Chanyeol was laughing hysterically, also leaning into Baekhyun as he was sandwiched in between two people making fun of him.

“Remember, keep your feet apart, and knees bent a little,” Minseok instructs, “Your fast and excellent at dodging, but sometimes speed can’t beat someone who is a lot stronger than you.”

“Well, seeing as how I haven’t ever beaten you, or even Sehun for that matter, doesn’t seem as if speed helps at all.” I get myself ready, doing as he instructs. Taking a deep breath, I watch as he gets himself ready.

A second later, he steps forward, taking a swing, I move to the right, catching his wrist and hit him in the side as hard as I could. Before he could react, I step away, out of range of another one of his swings. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to swing his leg around. It hits me in my stomach, making me bend over. Before I knew it, I was, once again, looking up at the lights. I groan, grabbing my stomach, “Damn.” I frown, I can’t even beat them when they’re taking it very easy on me. How could I beat someone who was trying to hurt me?

“What’s going on here?”

I turn my head to the door from my spot on the floor, seeing the five who went out today coming in. They were clean, all of them with wet hair and smiles on their faces. Except one. He was still upset, but Yixing had a look of worry on his face.

“Junmyeon hyung,” Sehun says, “Remember, we’re teaching her to defend herself.” He glances at me from the floor, “Seems like it’s all been in vain, though.”

I frown, “I’m trying. I just… I don’t like hurting people!”

Sehun, who was now crouching over me, rolls his eyes. He glances over at Minseok, giving him a knowing smile and a wink. “Yes, yes, we know. But what happens if you’re taken and they try to kill you? What then?”

“I mean, it wouldn’t effect me really, if I died,” I say, taking a deep breath, closing my eyes.

“What does that even mean,” Kyungsoo asks. I glance over at him and he was giving me a confused look as he sat down on the edge of the trampoline.

“Well… when you die, it’s just over. No more pain. No more sadness. It’s just done. Dying is the easy part, it’s living that’s hard.” I say, my voice becoming softer. “Being the person left behind when your loved one dies is the worst, and my mom is already gone so there’s really no one to miss me.”

Everyone was quiet except Sehun, who scoffed. “‘No one to miss you’? Bullshit. We would miss you, idiot. You hate hurting people, right? Getting killed would hurt us all. More than you even know. So, learn how to protect yourself so that doesn’t happen.”

I sigh, sitting up, “Fine.”

Sehun smirks, looking over at Minseok. “She’ll be fighting me.”

Minseok shrugs, walking over and taking his water to the trampoline, where he hopped up to take a seat.

“I’m just going to lose again,” I mutter, putting my fists up.

“Feet apart more,” Minseok yells.

I shift my feet, looking at Sehun who just stand there and smirks. “Oh, you’re going to fight,” Sehun confidently says. “Though, you’re so weak it’s a wonder how you can do anything.”

I roll my eyes, taking a swing at him. He moves to the left, smirking even more.

“I’m not even sure if you were captured if you’d even be able to save yourself,” He grins, “You’d probably just take the easy way out and let yourself die.”

I go to kick him, but he just catches my foot and shoves it back, making me stumble. Before I could regain my balance, I feel a fist connect with my face, sending me back more, but I was still on my feet. Sehun wasn’t taking it as easy on me as he normally does.

“Hey,” Yixing yells, “You’re suppose to be teaching her!”

Sehun ignores him, grinning wickedly at me. “What happens if one of us was captured and it was you who had to save us? What then? Would you be too scared to move? Would you be so terrified you’d piss your pants?”

I glare, trying to keep myself calm as I regain my posture, dodging one of his punches and punch him in the gut. If it hurt Sehun, he didn’t show it. He kicked me in the chest, sending my flying backwards. I hit the mat the a loud thud, my head colliding with it. My vision blurs for a moment, a weird metal taste in my mouth. My ears ringing, as I look up and see him standing over me. It was like I had tunnel vision, feeling anger rise up. My hands were shaking as I continued to glare at him.

“You’d probably be selfish and let us die,” He taunts.

I move to get up, but he shoves me down, crouching over me. I glare at him, “What?”

“You’d have to be willing to fight for us, Y/N. Hell, we’d all do it for you. We probably don’t matter to you at all. You’d let them take us so we could be tested on again!” He yells down at me.

I shove at him, “No! I’d never!”

“What happens if they get us? What if they kill us? Me, Minseok? Junmyeon? Baekhyun?” He sneers at me, “What if they attack Yixing? Threaten to hurt him? Would you run in, knowing you’d have to possibly fight in order to save him?” He was smirking, knowing he was pushing a button. Sehun takes my shoulders and slams me down, “Or would you be selfish and let him die? Because, honestly, it seems like yo-”

I bring my fist back and slam it into his jaw, getting him off balance as I shift back, kicking him in the chest. He falls backwards and lands on his back. I struggle to stand up, seeing him getting onto one knee. I rush over and punch him in the face, “I wouldn’t do that! How could you think that?!”

Sehun, despite having a bloody nose, was smirking. He grabbed my ankle, pulling me down on one knee before I feel a fist hit my face. I heard some yelling from behind me, but I was too angry to care. I was quicker to stand up, getting over to him and kneeing him in the face, causing him to fall. I kick him in the ribs, tears of anger falling from my eyes, “I wouldn’t let that happen! I wouldn’t! You have to believe me!”

I feel two hands grab me and pick me up as if it was nothing. Looking back, I see Kyungsoo holding me.

Sehun was smiling, blood pouring from his nose. He sits up as he laughs, “She did it, Hyung! It’s not that she can’t fight, she just doesn’t want to hurt us!” He stands, grabbing at his ribs with a hiss, “Fuck, that hurt, Noona.”

I watch as Yixing walks over, looking at Sehun. “You’re nose is broken, and you have a fractured rib,” He says, before even touching him, his voice tense. He grabs Sehun by the shirt collar, “What in the hell was that?”

“I had to make her angry,” Sehun explains, looking at him. “She’ll be fine. Split lip and a few bruises is all. I was still holding back.”

“Try a concussion, idiot,” Yixing exclaims, glaring at the youngest member. He sighs, placing his hand on his arm for a second before he turns to me. Kyungsoo was still holding me in their air, so that I was eye level with Yixing. “How do you feel,” He asks, looking in my eyes. They were softer than before, but still upset.

With my rage subsiding, it was hard to focus on anything. “I kind feel like I’m drunk.”

I see Yixing turn to glare at Sehun, who shrugs, “You can fix her, it’s fine.”

“That’s not the point,” Yixing growls at him, before turning and placing his hand on my forehead. I shiver at the cool feeling, closing my eyes as Kyungsoo sets me on my feet. I stumble slightly, grabbing Yixing to keep myself steady as I regain my balance. The world was clearer now, that was obvious. The taste in my mouth gone and my head was no longer spinning.

“You don’t believe what you said, right,” I ask timidly, glancing over at Sehun.

“Actually,” he says, standing up with a grin, “I believe the exact opposite. I thought you would have noticed I was lying when I was saying it seems like you would.”

“My head was kind of all over the place then. When people lie to me, I get this warm feeling all over the inside of my head. I couldn’t really tell if I felt anything or not.”

“I’m sorry,” Sehun says sincerely, “I didn’t mean to actually hurt you. I guess I’m so use to fighting people like Minseok that when I wasn’t taking it completely easy on you, I went a bit harder than I thought. I forgot you're a bit more fragile.” He turns, walking towards the door, “Besides, I have a feeling that if it ever happened again, SOMEONE would beat me to a pulp.”

“Yeah,” Beakhyun yells angrily, “Me! I can’t believe you did that!” He rushes after him.

“Baek, I forgave him already, stop,” I say with a sigh, knowing they’re too far to hear me. I look up at Yixing, “Thank you, again. I should go stop them before Baekhyun gets himself hurt.”

Kyungsoo laughed at that as I bolted past them, running to catch up.

After I managed to keep Baekhyun from antagonizing Sehun, we had dinner. It was a lot of rice, pork belly, and a multitude of sides. What’s different this time is a couple bottles were being passed around in celebration of freeing the children. Two soju and one wine, though there were also some beers in the refrigerator. Other than the one shot they had me do with them in celebration, I declined the rest. I was a light weight and i’m really embarrassing when i’m drunk.

Many of the five that went out today are getting completely wasted. Sehun, Jongin, Chanyeol, Yixing and Jongdae were all completely drunk. Minseok was like me, didn’t drink besides the shot, so he was the most sober besides me. As the night went on into the early morning, everyone was getting separated, sober ones helping drunk ones to their rooms.

Junmyeon pulled Sehun’s arm around his shoulders, lifting him to his feet. “Come on, let’s get to to bed.”

“But Suho,” the maknae whines, calling him my his code name. “I just wanna stay and talk some more.” His words slurring into each other.

“Not happening,” Junmyeon says with a laugh, looking over at me, “Think you can handle Yixing?”

“I’ll try,” I say, putting my hand on his arm, “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

He smiles with his eyes closed, standing before stumbling a bit, “Ohhhh okay!”

I get his arm over my shoulders as we start to walk slowly to his room. If I wasn’t here he would have ran into a wall. He leans on me, resting his head on mine. “Where are we going?”

I pull him up as he was almost falling to the ground, “We’re going to your room. Got to get to your bed safe and sound.”

I hear him laugh, pushing himself away from me to look me in the eyes, His face was flushed and his eyes hazed over from the alcohol. He smirks at me, leaning close to my ear. “Y/N, that’s a bit forward, don’t you think,” He asks in a whisper, his words also slurring together.

I blush, “Um… that isn’t what I meant!”

I hear him chuckle. “Are you sure it’s not?” He stumbles and I barely hold us up as we finally reach the door to the clock tower stairs.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you,” I says as we slowly climb the stairs. “I don’t want to do that while you’re drunk.”

“What about when I’m sober,” He murmurs in my ear before pulling away and smirking.

My face was burning red as I ignore him. “I wish someone would have warned me you were a horny drunk,” I mutter to myself.

We continue up the stairs, him mumbling in Chinese words I can’t understand. It took another 15 minutes, but we finally get into the room as I help him onto his bed that’s up the stairs. I push him onto the bed, taking a deep breath. He’s really fit, but he was still heavier than I expected. “Goodnight Yixing,” I say, turning.

“I’m sorry,” He says, a small hiccup following right after. “I didn’t mean to get upset at you earlier…”

I turn back, looking at him, “Yixing, it’s fine. You don’t owe me any answers if you don’t want to give them.”

“It’s just painful,” He says, looking up at the ceiling. His bloodshot eyes filling with tears. “I understand what it feels like to lose a mother, Y/N. I did all I could and I still couldn’t…” He closes his eyes. I sit next to him on his bed and watch as tears fall from his eyes.

“They had her,” He says, his voice trembling. “I know she died because they had taken her from China and brought her here. I refused to use my power. They did so many awful things to others, but I still refused. Minseok still has the scar from when I didn’t heal him one time in there.”

I lean forward, wiping away his tears, “You don’t have to tell me this Yixing. You’re drunk and not thinking straight.”

“I made the decision to tell you before I was drunk,” He says, looking at me. I don’t feel the warmth in my mind, knowing that was the truth. His breath smells of beer and soju, words still slurring as one of his hands takes mine. “I drank that much because then I’d have the courage to talk about it. To think about it.”

“Then I’ll listen,” I say, rubbing my thumb on his cheek, wiping away another tear.

“I refused, so they took her from China. My own father helped get her here. He didn’t know I was an Inhuman until I was six. He got a really bad cut on his arm, and I put my hand on him in worry and it just happened. Once he found out he was disgusted,” Yixing says bitterly, glaring at the ceiling. “He hated mother after that, knowing she had the Inhuman gene. Fucking hypocrite. It takes both parents to have it.”

I stay silent, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly, trying to make it easier for him to speak. My own eyes were filling with tears as I listen to him speak. I was afraid that if I spoke right now, I’d scare him away like I did earlier.

“They told me ‘If you won’t heal them, you’ll heal her’. Then they shot her in the chest. They kept me chained up just far enough away so that I could barely touch her. They didn’t want me to shield her with my body.” He clenches a fist, “And every time I heal her, they did it again. Again, again, again, again!” His fist hit the mattress every time he said again as he did everything he could not to start to sob.

Tears fell freely from my eyes. My mind only filled with worry for him.

“It went on for days. Every minute of every hour,” He yelled, “I kept healing her, and she’d kept getting shot. She’d scream every time. It’s one of the worse sounds I’ve ever heard.” He started to sob, sitting up with his head in his hands. “I often wondered if she hated me for trying so hard to keep her alive. The pain she must of felt each time… it would have been more merciful to have just let her die the first time.” His hands grip his hair as he shakes, “I was so cruel to keep her alive to suffer that. And in the end it did even fucking matter. I passed out due to exhaustion after healing her one last time, and when I woke up, they shot her again, only this time, I was chained away where I couldn’t reach her.”

I pull him to me, hugging him as he rests his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me. I rub his back as he cried uncontrollably. My heart hurting for him as I cried silently, whispering to him sweet words and trying to take the pain away, knowing that it was impossible. He squeezed me tighter hugging me as if I was the last thing keeping him on earth.

Soon, his tears slowed and stopped as he looked up at me. His eyes redder from crying. “I’m sorry for making you cry,” He says, wiping my tears away.

“Don’t worry about that.” I take his face in my hands, “Yixing. I want to ask you something.” He simply nods, removing his hands from around me. I close my eyes and hope this wouldn’t upset him. “What… what was the last thing your mother said to you?”

He closes his eyes, trying to turn his head from me, but I kept his face where it was. “She said, in Chinese, ‘I love you, my little lamb. I always have and I always will.’”

“A mother’s love is unconditional,” I say, making him look at me. “She told you she loved you. Never doubt that. Why would she waste her last words on something that she didn’t truly feel with her whole heart?”

He looks at me, trying hard not to cry once again. He sits up completely straight, leaning forward. He pulls me towards him, his lips meeting my forehead. The skin there warm as I blush. My heartbeat going faster as he pulls away, looking deep into my eyes. “Thank you,” He whispers.

I hug him tightly again, rubbing his back. It wasn’t long until he’s asleep in my arms. I gently lay him down, pulling the blanket over him. I sit there a few moments more, smiling at the look of peace on his face. Soon, I get up, quietly going down the stairs as tears flowed down my eyes once more. The second I open the door that leads to the clock tower, I see Minseok and Baekhyun standing there, looking at me sadly.

“We know,” Baekhyun says quietly, “We know he told you.”

“He told us he would,” Minseok says sadly.

For the first time that night after hearing what those awful people put Yixing through, I pulled them both to me as I broke down sobbing. They both calm me much like I did with Yixing, and as they whisper sweet and kind things to me, I couldn’t help to wonder what they have been through as well.

An hour later of them talking to me, I finally made it back to my room.

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok,” Minseok asks, worry on his face.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak, so I nod. After a few more moments of them asking if I was fine, they left me with my thoughts. I flopped down on my bed over the blankets, pulling my knees to my chest. My thoughts filled with thoughts of Yixing as I finally start to drift to sleep as the sun started to rise. My rest plagued with nightmares as my mind creates what he confessed to me a few hours earlier.