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Living Dangerously - Chapter 32

Jurassic Park’s animal handlers: none of them ever mentioned by name in Michael Crichton’s original novel. Who were they? What were their lives like on Isla Nublar? Did any of them survive the disaster?

A year in the life of those responsible for the care of the dinosaurs. Many people would kill to have their jobs.

But would they die for it?

Jurassic Park novel/Jurassic Park film (1993)

Viewpoint: 3rd person female oc

Warnings: some swears, this chapter is definitely M, 18+ due to one particualar line of dialogue. Minors dni.

Tagging: @heresthefanfiction @ocappreciation @wordspin-shares @howlingmadlady @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites @starryeyes2000 @kmc1989 (please lmk if you would like informed of my sporadic updates)

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Chapter 31 | Chapter 33

"Heroes" - David Bowie

“For Christ’s sake, girl!” Kathy practically ripped what remained of Lizzy’s dress off, yanked the shower door open and all but threw her inside. “You’re a darn icicle!”

The water was as baltic as the run-off from a glacier, heat yet to kick in and Lizzy’s teeth were still chattering violently.

“And don’t come out until you’re wrinkly!” Kathy snapped and left her to it, running a towel over her own head, as steam started to fill the room.

Lizzy scrubbed and scrubbed. She just couldn’t get rid of the smell of death. She imagined she still felt the raptor saliva clinging to her body, each faint hint of the stench making her want to gag. Lizzy kept trying to purge in vain until her skin was raw and angry, but the water continued to run dark red with a mixture of blood and dirt.

She gave up and simply stood under the water for a long time, as her limbs slowly defrosted. But her insides stayed cold and numb, and she started to cry, her sobs covered by the echo of the jets hitting tile.

***

Tom found Kathy by herself, sitting alone in the tiny kitchen in the staff lodge and staring at the wall.

“Everyone else has gone to bed, Kit.” He opened the fridge, half-heartedly scanning the contents before letting it fall shut again and leaning against it. “How’re you holding up?”

“I could be better.” Kathy told him. “That was pretty gruesome. I’ve never actually seen the aftermath before.”

Tom whistled. “Pretty rough one for your first time.”

”He’ll be back before we know it.”

Tom opened and shut his mouth in astonishment. Jeez, either her sense of humour was dark as night, or she had no clue.

”Uh…I don’t think he will be.”

“Huh?” Goddamn. She was serious.

“I mean, miracles are possible.” He slid into the chair beside her. “But I don’t know if we’re getting one this time.”

Kathy put her head in her hands, he didn’t notice she had broken until her shoulders started shaking silently.

“Hey, now.” He tried to put an arm around her but stopped when she leaned away from his touch. He hovered his hand above her and settled on an awkward back pat instead. “You’ve…er, you’ve got this.”

“Ughh…no, I don’t…” Kathy sniffed loudly. “I can’t wait it out until August-“

��You gotta-“ Tom’s heart dropped.

“But why? I could just go home to Minnesota now. I’d be flat broke-“

”We need you, and stuff. To lead. Lead the team.” He hurriedly tried to change her mind.

”Not much of a team to lead anymore.” She shrugged. “My jobs open, I guess you could fight Lizzy for it.”

”No, I need you-“ Tom realised he’d made a mistake. “-aw, Hell.”

“You…need me?” She blinked up at him. “Since when?”

”I, uh-“ He couldn’t meet her gaze. “Shit.”

“Talk.” Now she was looking at him all accusing, like, and Tom wished he was the one currently being zipped into a bodybag.

“Okay, here goes.” He sighed. “I kinda…couldn’t stop thinking about you over Christmas.”

“Huh?” This had to be a joke. Some ploy to get inside her head.

“It was the goddamn scarf you made. Something clicked…-“ He faltered. “That, and when Liz talked you into singing in front of everyone at the Christmas party.”

Kathy blushed and hid her face. After Lizzy had slaughtered a rendition of 9 to 5 which was very blatantly directed at Richardson, Kathy had followed her lead, with some convincing, and belted I Wanna Dance With Somebody at the top of her lungs.

”I’ve never heard anyone sing as pretty as you, lady.” Tom was still in awe, weeks later. “You could sing the anthem at the Superbowl.” “Oh, that’s very…kind of you.” She responded warily.

Kathy had her own series of might-have-beens. She likely could have made a career in the arts, but she’d always loved cats more than performing. And anyway, she had crippling stage fright. No exaggeration, she’d have to drink more than Muldoon to stand in front of the microphone on a regular basis.

“You’re the kind one. You’re far too good for this place.” He gave her a sideways glance. ”Even if you do cheer for the Vikings.”

”There’s always next year.” Kathy muttered angrily. Minnesota had been knocked out in the first round of playoffs, much to her chagrin. “‘94 is gonna be the one.”

”Cowboys will win on Sunday.” Tom said confidently.

”We’ll see.” Kathy raised an eyebrow. “Looks like I’ll be cheering for Buffalo, in that case.”

He chuckled. “Could be worse, you could be into baseball.” His comment reminded them both of Regis, in his Trenton Thunder cap.

Let’s roll.

Their smiles faded and they sat in solemn silence for several minutes.

“Tom, this has kind of come out of nowhere.” Kathy admitted, trying to process what was happening. He wasn’t bad looking, quite the opposite in fact, in a rough-around-the-edges way, if you liked that sort of thing.

But it was always his manners she’d found off-putting. And she genuinely had no idea he felt that way about her when everything he’d ever done indicated he positively loathed her entire existence.

She tugged on one of her braids, studying his expression carefully. “Why’d you tell me now? I’d made my peace with us never communicating outside of work.”

”I know, I know.” Tom looked guilty. “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but with Rico-“

Every word that came into his head was too permanent, too final for Kathy’s state of mind, so he changed tack mid-sentence.

”If something happened to me, I’d like to think I’d have no regrets.” He shrugged. “So there ya go.”

He nudged her shoulder with his, and this time, she didn’t recoil.

”I like you, lady.”

That should do it.

They usually just fell into his arms. And then his bed. It was easy. But Kathy didn’t move a muscle. Or even say anything. She was just smiling at him politely like she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“So, uh, how about it?” He prompted her. “You seeing anyone?”

“No.”

He grinned. “Awesome.”

”Sure, I’m single.” She and her high-school sweetheart had called it quits the previous winter. “But the no was my answer to your first question.”

“Grea- wait, what do you mean, no?”

Tom couldn’t remember a girl ever telling him no before.

”There’s been some undertones.” Kathy started off demurely, then exploded at him. “Hang on, screw that. You’ve been an absolute dweeb-“

Tom’s eyes widened at the verbal attack.

“-no, a complete and utter dick to me! You expect me just to drop everything and do what you want?! Now that you’re being civil?!”

“Okay, you can stop, I get it-“

“Talk about regrets?” There was no stopping it now, the emotion was just pouring out of Kathy. She was formidable. And she didn’t even raise her voice, not once. Her softness was all the more jarring. “You’ve made me feel like crap! You’ve embarrassed me, undermined my authority in front of pretty much everyone. Don’t you regret that?”

”I do, actually. I’ve realised why I was giving you such a hard time.”

”Well, please enlighten me.”

”It’s pretty complicated.”

”I’m pretty smart.” She said sharply. “I’m sure I can keep up.”

“Wow, we’re really getting into it tonight, huh?” He lamented even going into the kitchen at all.

“I’m waiting.”

“Jeez, you’re feisty when you feel like it-” Tom huffed. Where to begin?

“Okay, if it means so little to you, then I guess I’m leaving-“

“Wait, fine!” He groaned, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. “…Richardson got to me early on, took me under his wing. I thought he was the mentor I’d always been looking for. That him and me were simpatico. The same.”

”You aren’t the only one.” Kathy could see why he’d targeted the southerner. Playing into a certain stereotype, Tom was the obvious choice.

“Well, he made promises he didn’t keep. Told me every chance he got that you, Liz, Muldoon, none of you were the right fit for the place.” Tom confessed. “That he had someone else in mind before Muldoon put Liz forward for her job. Someone better.”

“That’s why he doesn’t like her?” Kathy didn’t know why she sounded so shocked. Everything Tom had told her thus far had made perfect sense. “Because Elizabeth wasn’t his first choice?”

”She wasn’t his choice at all. He despises her. Richardson likes his women submissive. Seen and not heard.” Tom continued. “He thought he could easily make her leave, but she’s thriving here. Rattled some cages. Trust me, it’s only because Liz and Muldoon are so goddamn stubborn that this place hasn’t turned into a boys club.”

“Oh, screw that.”

“Be glad of those two. If they weren’t here, you and Isaac, maybe Julian too, would have been outta town within the first month.” Tom nodded meaningfully. “He’d have made it impossible for you to stay.”

He paused, chewing the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. He would have likely been part of that ousting process. But things were different now. A certain ethologist had fought for and won his respect. Rattled his cage, indeed.

“Jeez…I’m so glad I was put on Carnivores.” Kathy murmured.

“Me too. I was originally supposed to report back to Richardson with anything…untoward.” Tom shook his head. “He was absolutely convinced Liz was sleeping with someone higher up.”

”What, he thought she’d do the same for him?” Kathy snorted, only half-joking.

”Evidently. He ain’t got it as bad for her as he does for María, I’ve heard him say some damn awful things. Like, make you lose your lunch, sick.”

Kathy shook her head, she didn’t want to think about that. “What happened?”

“I realised that Richardson was wrong about plenty. Especially Liz.” Tom thought back to that fateful day Muldoon locked them both in the cupboard to work things out. “Everything he told me about her was a lie. That she was a spoiled, dumb, little wh-…uh…”

“Say it.” Kathy insisted. “You need to.”

“He called her a whore.” Tom looked thoroughly ashamed. “I believed him.”

“Past tense?” She pointed out. “So you definitely aren’t his right-hand-man anymore?”

“Eh, I’ve pissed him off one too many times, I reckon. Liz has done nothing wrong, God forbid she’s actually good at her job, and he didn’t like it when I told him so.” Tom smirked. “She’s alright. Though I do miss really winding her up.”

“You still do that.” Kathy pointed out.

“Yeah. Even if anything…happened-“ Tom cleared his throat. “I’d probably stay quiet about it now.”

“Well, aren’t you a saint.” She remarked.

“Muldoon’s a good man. He’s fair. Which means a lot around here.” He looked downtrodden. “But I’m still not sure he does anything other than tolerate me.”

”No, he likes you.” Kathy told him, her voice rising in pitch. He snorted at her obvious lie. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Well, he doesn’t hate you!” She exclaimed. “That’s an achievement.”

”He told you?” His expression brightened.

”Something like that.” Kathy nodded. “He tells me most things, verbally or otherwise, I can usually figure him out.”

“You’re lucky.” Tom sounded genuinely envious. “I can’t read the guy at all. I just-…nah…”

”Go on.”

“Promise not to make fun?”

“Cross my heart.”

”I don’t care what Richardson thinks of me anymore.” Tom hesitated. “I kind of care, a lot, about what Muldoon thinks.”

Dare he even think it, let alone utter the words, he wanted the guy to be proud of him. Something he’d never, ever, get. Pathetic. Goddamn, what a loser.

”I think you’re doing okay.” Kathy told him quietly. He’d made wrong choices, sure, but Tom could still turn it all around. “Recently you’ve been almost bearable.”

“I’ll take that.”

“So, what’s next for Richardson’s white supremacy vision?” Kathy leaned back and stared at the ceiling, blinking hard. She’d thought of Rico again, and the tears were threatening to make another appearance.

“Well, it’s not good. Travis says he never goes out in the park with them. His own team is getting pissed off with him. They want what we have. They want a Muldoon.”

”Mutiny?”

”Maybe.” Tom agreed. “It’s not gonna be pretty.”

“I might not be here to see it.” Kathy sighed. “Shame.”

“You’re dead set on heading back to the States, huh?”

“I’m going to my new job at the Smithsonian.” She said fiercely. “Nothing’s gonna change that. It’s really important to me. The interview was terrifying.”

”I get it.” He glanced at her sideways. “I still got a couple months with you, right?” “With me?” She raised an eyebrow. “Why, you planning on doing better?”

“Well, yeah.” Self-improvement was a relatively new concept. “Even if nothing…-I’d like to think we could hang out more. Just us, maybe. I could be your acc-…accom-…accomp-…the fella who plays guitar.”

”Can you even play guitar?” “Well, not yet. But I’d learn how if you would sing for me.”

“Very good.” Kathy smiled, in spite of herself. “Here’s what I want-“

”You want it, you got it.”

“Listen up. Prove you’re on my side.” She deliberately tapped the countertop between each word. “It’s that simple. Just don’t be a dick anymore, Tom.”

“Can I still be a little bit of a dick? Only not to you.”

”As long as you’re not a huge dick.”

“I’ll be your dick.” He thought he’d blown it, wincing. “Wait, no-“

Fortunately, she laughed. “There are far too many length descriptors in this conversation for my liking.”

“Sorry.” ”’S’okay. By all means, be a useful dick when appropriate to do so. Be our dick.” Kathy finally got up to leave, even if she couldn’t sleep, she still needed to crash out on her bed. “And boy, you better start learning guitar.”

***

Lizzy gave a final look to her dress, crumpled like a dead bird in the sink, no longer red, no longer a one-piece, balled it up and threw it in the trash.

If Regis was really that pressed about it, he could take it out of her salary. She didn’t care. She would be happy to never see that man again.

Call off your dog.

Bastard. She whispered at her own reflection in the mirror. Makeup washed away, she still didn’t recognise herself. The haunted look in her eyes, and gritty blood trapped under her fingernails kept pulling her back to the moment she had rolled Rico‘s body over and seen what resembled a dissection diagram laid out on the muddy ground at her feet.

But she had finally pulled herself back into enough recognisable pieces to face the world. She reminded herself it wasn’t over yet. She was acting like Rico was already dead. Everyone else was too.

He may as well be.

She wondered if the helicopter had made it to Bahía Anasco. If they had found a doctor. If he had still been alive at that point. So many what-if’s and no answers.

Lizzy padded up to the kitchen in her bare feet and the clothes she usually slept in, hair still in damp ringlets after towel-drying.

She heard Kathy and Tom’s voices, talking low and hushed. It sounded like an important conversation. Suspiciously resembling a heart-to-heart.

Lizzy was about to push her way in to join them, but changed her mind.

She would be kidding herself, and them, by third-wheeling. She didn’t want to think anymore. She didn’t want to chat.

She knew exactly what she wanted. And who she wanted it from. Lizzy about-turned and marched back down the corridor, arriving outside a door that wasn’t hers, but one she knew well.

Screw the goddamn rules.

Knock knock. And because she was in a spectacularly bad mood, still seething at Regis, she kicked the door for good measure.

He didn’t answer fast enough for her liking.

She wondered if Muldoon also wasn’t in the mood for talking. That was alright, because talking wasn’t what she had in mind. Knock knock kick again.

Chances were, he already knew it was her, and for whatever reason, was keeping her waiting. Lizzy jogged from foot to foot impatiently, he needed to hurry up, before anyone saw what she was up to.

There would be questions. The park warden regarded her suspiciously as he finally opened his door.

“Well, you look a damn sight better.”

”I don’t feel any better.” She answered bluntly.

“Likewise.”

Lizzy sidled closer, hoping he’d take the hint. She waited expectantly for him to let her in, but he just stood, unmoving in the doorway.

“Why are you here, Armstrong?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“What’s wrong with Baker’s company?”

“She and Tom are having a moment.”

“Really?” He looked genuinely interested. “Strange.”

“I know, right?” Lizzy shook her head, ready to elaborate, then realised she was being misdirected. ”That’s not the point!”

“Then get to it.” His expression didn’t change. “Quickly.”

“I don’t want Kathy. I want you.”

She wanted to feel safe. With Kathy, she was the protector, always the protector, always looking out for everybody, with her siblings, co-workers, even bloody Simon. She wanted to be protected, for a change. Just for one day.

Muldoon looked exasperated. “We’ve already been through this, we can’t-“

“Please.”

“This isn’t a good time.”

“Look, here. I have had quite possibly the worst day of my adult life, and-…why? What are you doing?” Her gaze flicked past him to the table. “Oh, you better not be-“

He defensively moved to block her view. “So what if I am? Rough night and all that.”

“You are!” She cried in dismay. “Seriously? Are you trying to kick me when I’m down?”

“Then leave, if you don’t want to see it. Go back to your own room, and stay there.”

She became apoplectic with him. How dare he? They were all struggling, and he’d chosen to suffer alone, again. Turning to drink, instead of company. Instead of the rest of the team. Instead of her.

But this time, she wasn’t running away. Not without a fight.

“Absolutely not.”

Lizzy ducked under his arm in a flash and headed straight for the table.

She knew she had to get through to him somehow, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t be pretty.

Lizzy snatched the bottle off the table and looked him dead in the eyes as she started necking down the contents.

“For Christ’s sake, Armstrong-“

“It’s not nice, is it?” Lizzy stopped for breath, head already swimming, throat on fire, dodged him and continued downing gulps of whiskey as she tried to evade, keeping the table between them. “Watching me do this to myself?”

No, it wasn’t nice. It was bloody awful.

Lizzy nearly tripped, swallowed the wrong way and started a coughing fit. Christ, it burned. But she recovered quickly, from years of practice as a teenager in the darkest alleys of Glasgow.

“Serves you right.”

“God ‘sake, this is awful stuff.” She peered at the label on the bottle, struggling without her glasses. “Eighteen-year? I don’t bloody think so! You really drink this?”

“Not tonight, apparently.”

“Then I may as well just pour the rest of it away?” She stepped backwards and hovered the bottle tauntingly through the open window, threatening to upend it. “Remove temptation.”

“Alright, that’s enough, Lizzy.”

“First name?” She smirked, but set the bottle back down on solid ground. “Oh, I am in trouble.”

It felt all wrong. She hadn’t dared confront anyone about a possible alcohol problem since she’d ended up with a broken arm in her teens. Her shoulder was aching that very moment, from the cold and rain, and she rolled it unconsciously, a nervous habit, stretching it out with an audible creak.

Muldoon watched her do it, the way her mouth tightened involuntarily from the pain she was used to dealing with every single day. Not all of it physical.

He couldn’t do this to her. She was trying to help him. Trying to fix something, since she had failed to fix Esteves, in the jungle.

Her eyes were a little out of focus as she glared at him. He waved a hand slowly back and forth, and as her gaze followed, it was definitely lagging.

“Are you wrecked? Already?” He sank down on the bed, looking incredibly weary. “I thought your sort knew how to handle your drink.”

“You would assume so.” Lizzy hiccuped. “Funnily enough, I can’t stand whisky anymore. How’s that for ironic?”

“You’re a ridiculous woman.” Then partly to himself. “Who in their right mind would-“

”If I drink it all, there’s none for you.” She was beginning to sway back and forth with a thousand-yard stare. “Actually, mate, I don’t feel very good.”

Lizzy barely drank anymore, for personal and obvious reasons. When she did, she could hardly keep up with Kathy, and she didn’t even want to.

“Ridiculous.” He repeated. “Go, get into bed, now.”

Lizzy only blinked at him, stunned.

“To sleep, you lunatic. You’re half-cut.”

She raised a finger and whispered very deliberately. “That may be true.”

Even in her bleary state, she’d spotted a loophole.

He’d made no mention of Lizzy getting in her own bed. And he wasn’t sending her away that easily.

She started undressing, right in front of him. She’d made up her mind she was staying the night. Hell nor high water was getting her out of that room. He was not drinking on her watch. This was a stakeout.

“What are you-“

“Maybe you should try the thirty-four-year-old instead.” Lizzy interrupted loudly as she slid her shorts down over her hips, kicking them off across the room. “Just saying.”

“The thirty-four-year-old is really testing my patience.”

“But will make you feel so much better.” She sidled over, standing in front of him with bare legs. “No hangover.”

“Just a permanent headache.” He replied cynically.

“Tastes better, too.” Her eyebrow twitched suggestively, and the mood changed in an instant.

His gaze was now dragging over her body in an entirely different way. “Does she, now?”

She murmured affirmation as she bent forward and took both his hands in hers, placing them around her middle. Lizzy lifted the hem of her baggy t-shirt, getting ready to pull it over her head.

“Lizzy-“ He warned. This was going too far.

“Have you had enough of me?” She asked in a low voice.

Never. But he didn’t want her like this. Not at his best, for lack of a better phrase. He’d already made it a fair way through the bottle before she’d rudely interrupted.

He told her as much, but it didn’t seem to put her off at all.

Lizzy smiled coyly. “Who says you have to do anything?“ She was looking at him from under her eyelashes as she elaborated. “I like being in charge too, y’know?”

She had very nice legs, strong legs. It was difficult to push away the thought of those on either side of his, straddling him, if she took the lead, as she was implying.

She felt good, as he was running his fingers up and down her thighs. Watching her shiver and arch her back slightly, battling whether to reach up and squeeze that lovely rear of hers before thinking better of it and letting his hands drop down, away from her body. Lizzy’s smile faded and she folded her arms over her chest.

“I know, Lizzy. But you’ve been drinking.”

“So have you.” She quite rightly pointed out.

“Makes it double the mistake then, I’m afraid-“ he held her gaze, “-fucking you.”

The sound of Lizzy’s sharp intake of breath filled the whole room. She’d never heard him say that word before, it was always damn this, bloody that. And it honestly shocked her. The switch was flipped between them, and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself.

He did that on purpose.

“Very chivalrous.” She stammered awkwardly, recovering her ability to speak after a flustered moment and sat down beside him, spell broken. “You must hate always being right.”

“Now more than ever.”

She stretched and flopped back on his bed. God, she was exhausted. The chill from the wind and rain had cut down to her bones. Though the taste was lingering on her tongue in a way she wasn’t a fan of, the burning scotch was starting to warm her up pleasantly from the inside, her lids were so heavy. She felt herself sinking downwards, gradually relaxing muscles that she didn’t even know she’d been tensing.

Felt like home. Not Glasgow, not New York, but exactly the way her bunk smelled in her favourite place in the world at the end of a long, hot day. Of the outdoors, and sun-warmed leather.

Going to rest my eyes, just for a second. Got to stay awake-

He was talking to her again, but she was too tired to process what he was saying.

“Uh-huh, yeah…I’m still here…” She mumbled.

Then oblivion.

“Armstrong?” No answer. “…Lizzy?”

When he looked around she was fast asleep with her mouth open, sprawled out and limbs pointing in all directions.

He didn’t have the heart to wake her.

“Suppose you are staying, then.”

***

By Christ, she snored.

Rhinoceroses were quieter. The damn tyrannosaur was quieter.

But it was oddly reassuring, instead of the usual dead silence, alone with too many of his own thoughts. Like heavy rain on tent canvas, or cicadas.

If it were a biblical plague of cicadas Muldoon thought to himself.

She hadn’t stirred when he’d picked up her legs to move her underneath the covers. If anything, she’d snored even louder in protest.

He’d swithered for a long while about actually getting into bed with her. It almost felt wrong it was that easy, after months of thinking about this exact situation, and she wasn’t even awake.

It was her idea in the first place. Where else could he go, sleep in his damn Jeep?

He couldn’t do that to her, just leave her to wake up alone. She needed him, come looking for him for a reason, though slightly misguided.

But this is not a reward. She won’t stay next time. She’ll leave and not come back.

Muldoon vowed to do his best to make sure there wouldn’t be a next time. This was his last chance.

Armstrong’s ridiculous, half-baked, hastily-constructed plan had paid off.

Ridiculous, indeed. She was the most ridiculous woman he’d ever met.

And brave. Damn brave, to face him in this state. With that thought, Muldoon felt incredibly guilty. She shouldn’t have had to do all that in an attempt to get through to him.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what he would have done if it had been Armstrong attacked, instead of Esteves. If she were the one lying cold and motionless, headed to the mainland for the last time.

But she was alive, only sleeping, and she was right there.

He watched her chest rise and fall for a few minutes, just to reassure himself she was unharmed. Her ribcage wasn’t caved in, her skin wasn’t leaching colour from exsanguination.

She was warm and soft and kept on fidgeting endlessly, limbs pointing in every direction, shuffling closer to him in her sleep, until he was pressed against the wall and couldn’t possibly move any further away from her.

When she flung a hand out restlessly, reaching for something he couldn’t see, Muldoon gave up and put an arm around her middle, letting her in.

Can’t say I didn’t try. She sighed softly, resumed snoring at quite frankly worrying decibels and stopped twitching every half a second.

The whiskey glass, still in its place on the table caught his eye, glinting in the moonlight.

For the first time in a very long while, he didn’t want it.

No, this would do instead.

***

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thebestieyoureinlovewith · 5 months ago

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what you think about this cool sapphic character who like has a scene she gets super drunk and is like "UGHH LOVE IS DEAD" sobbing violently

I LOVE HERRRR yes please yes yes

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solar-halos · 4 months ago

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i lied i need to talk some more about west side story

okayy so i’m a fucking freak and have been putting on a song from the original and then immediately switching it to the remake so i can compare and contrast. here are my findings:

1) in the original, the girls carried “america” but in the remake i have to give it to the boys 😔😔 idk i just REALLY love how anita said “everyone there will have moved here” all like snarky and sassy, her banter w bernardo was so consistent throughout the entire song and i appreciated that. but maybe im just jealous bc the flirty way anita said it in the remake wasn’t being directed at me (im just playing) (ariana debose is sooo pretty)

2) the jet song… this one was different but kinda in a fierce way. sad they didkt keep the “great, daddy-o!” line bc even in the original it sounded so silly but i do like how “we’re jets” “the greatest!” was more whimsical in the original and then i equally like how “the greatest” line was said so seriously and kinda solemnly, it tied into the whole peter pan vibes that tony was telling them to grow out of

3) speaking of america… time for the “why are women more willing to assimilate than men” discussion. (in my experience!!! from what i’ve seen growing up!! not saying that this is a universal truth, especially as an Observer and not an Experiencer). well, if your dad moved from a poor town like mine and moved to america, then you’ve probably overheard him saying something like “ughh i would be so rich back home but im so poor over here” so i think it’s kinda like an ego thing? like back in his town everyone was poor, and he thought he was cheating the system by leaving, and then he’s in america and he’s like “pause.. im still poor and i STILL can’t provide for my family fuck this.” and then i think in a social perspective women are kinda just expected to sit there and shut up and that kinda forces them to see the best in things. also i know the us has its own problems but imma just say thank GOD i live here and not where my dad grew up, so there’s also the opportunist mindset that i feel like is rlly appealing even though america has been historically very unkind to woc

4) i was NOT rlly fucking w “gee officer krumpke” in the remake idk like why are there so many pauses just spit it out you are NOT ben platt omg. and seriously why did they take out the “my daddy beats my mommy, my mom clobbers me” line!! like i said, that is SUCH a timeless line and replacing it with “my moms an SOB” doesn’t even make sense (unless they’re using an acronym im not familiar w). also the original was so much more violent omg everyone’s getting slapped around… like chill. BUT “the trouble is he’s grown” was delivered so dcom-y in the remake, like they wanted us to be gagged or something. corny!

5) rachel zegler already makes “i feel pretty” so much better and i think this was something the new movie was tryna make a point out of bc the other songs are like this too, but it really stuck out to me how much space they used in the remake for the dances. like in “i feel pretty” they’re basically confined into a rlly tiny space, and even in “gee officer krupke” they’re literally just outside a building, so it was nice to see them play around w that

#would u still love me even if i started west side story posting #sol’s orangutan hours

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alice-angel12x · 4 years ago

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Tokyo ghoul x Twisted wonderland

Rook hunt x ghoul reader

"Y/n senpai, I've noticed something. I never see you eat anything, but drown in coffee. Why is that?" Epel asked his 2nd year senior.

"Well, I'm dieting and I'm trying to hold back on some things, and I really like Coffee," Y/n smiled as they took a sip of their hot coffee.

"How do you even get away with that with Vil?!" Epel gasped.

"What Vil doesn't know can't hurt him. Plus he should worry about those who actually want his help," Y/n said as they took another sip of coffee.

"Evening my Roi de la nuit," Rook greeted as he sat next to Y/n suddenly, as he pulled them close by the waist.

"Ughh, Hello Rook," Y/n sighed.

"Rook senpai, g-good Evening. I didn't know you were very friendly with Y/n senpai," Epel said.

"A little too friendly," Y/n said as they tried to move away from Rook.

"Oh, why must you be so cruel, my Roi de la nuit?" Rook said dramatically.

But Rook had an Iron hold on Y/n's waist, so Y/n sat as they watched Rook and Epel finish up their dinner. As they sat in the Dorms dinning area when Vil entered the room, looking for Epel. As he scanned the room his eyes landed on Y/n, he glared at them as he quickly walked in and dragged Epel away.

"I've over stayed my social welcome, I'm going back to my room," Y/n sighed as they stood up, and headed down the hall to the Sleeping quarters.

As they felt Rook could hear the quiet rumbles of Y/n' s stomach. In Y/n' s room they tossed in pain as their Stomach grumbled and grained for a proper meal, just some Human flesh. Yet that though sickened them as they tried to ignore the pain, putting off the hunt for as long as possible.

Rook hummed to himself as he held a pheasant he hunted by his side. Some off the new Dorm members were slightly disgusted by the animal carcass Rook was bringing into the Dorm. While the Older ones didn't even bat and eyelash. As Rook continued down the hall with his signature smile, he was stopped as he passed a miffed Vil.

"Still feeding that monster," Vil glared at the dead animal.

"What are you talking about?" Rook asked innocently, not even turning to Vil.

" Don't play Coy with me, I know what that "friend" of yours really is," Vil growled, " Their a ghoul."

"Vil, don't make such baseless accusations," Rook said.

"I've read about them once, they are dangerous beasts that feed on humans and beastmen alike. They were hunted down all over the kingdoms, and know days only remain in The Afterglow Savanna," Vil said.

"So knowledgeable as ever, beautiful Vil," Rook smiled, still not turning to look at him.

"Is it true that people in the Afterglow hunt those creatures for sport, and as a right of passage for warriors?" Vil asked.

"Umm, yes. Your point?" Rook asked as his grip tightened.

"Why haven't you gotten rid of them, and instead put all our Dormmates and school in danger?" Vil asked.

"They aren't-"

"They need to feed on human flesh, and they haven't eaten in a long while. Its only a matter of time before they snap and eat someone. Or is the lives of a few people don't matter," Vil glared.

"That won't happen, well good night Vil," Rook said through a strained smile.

He continued on his way till he reached Y/n's room, and quickly letting himself in. Only to see Y/n curled on their bed holding their stomach in pain.

"Roi de la nuit ! Hold on I'm here. With food too," Rook smiled as he tried to comfort Y/n.

Y/n's eyes turned black with red irises as they devoured the pheasant in an instant. But it did little to make them feel better, as their Stomach demanded its main sustenance.

"Rook, you need to leave, Now!" Y/n begged.

"You need proper food, let me help," Rook offered.

"No, I don't want to hurt anyone," Y/n sobbed.

"I know, but this isn't the first time, and I know it needs to be done," Rook said as he revealed his left shoulder.

It was covered in past bit marks. Y/n slowly turned to see Rook offering his shoulder, but before they could think their body moved on it's own. Y/n quickly bit down on Rook's shoulder, their teeth sinking into the skin and drawing blood. Rook winced at the pain, but kept composure as he stroked Y/n's hair gently and hold them close.

"Wake up Y/n, you are stronger than this," he whispered lovingly.

Y/n's body froze as they slowly took control as tears slowly ran down heir cheeks.

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"You shouldn't have done that," Y/n sniffled as they wrapped Rook's bitten shoulder.

"Well know your hunger has been settled for a little while. So I don't mind," Rook winced.

"Your insane you know that," Y/n sighed.

Rook slowly leaned toward and his lover and gently kissed their cheek.

"I guess I am Insensé for you, my Roi de la nuit," Rook smiled as he pulled them down to lay next to him.

As the two laid is silence, a question slowly came to the front of Y/n's mind.

"Why are you even protecting me? Like Vil said, I am a monster," Y/n mumbled into Rooks chest.

Rook remained silent for awhile as he gently held Y/n' s hand.

"Remember when we first meet?" Rook asked, " Back in the After Savanna."

"Yeah, we were about 11," Y/n said.

"Around that time my father wanted to prove his skills and be granted the title of master hunter. In order to get that was to hunt down a Ghoul. To hunt down our predator, and like a Garçon insensé I followed him out in the danger zone," Rook sighed.

"Oh yeah, I remember. The lone boy who only had his bow and arrows by his side," Y/n chuckled slightly.

"You spared me that day, you could have killed me. But you protected me from the others," Rook said.

"I still attacked you and bit you. I could have killed you," Y/n argued.

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A young Rook Hunt stared up in horror at the young figure on top of him. They looked slightly younger than himself, but he couldn't be sure with the mask covering his attackers face.

All he could see was the Red crimson irises staring down at him through the Eye holes of the mask. Rook tried to wrestle the young ghoul off him, but red tendrils sprouted from their back to hold him down.

"I'm so sorry," they whispered as they bit down on Rooks shoulder.

Rook cried out in pain, but soon the figure released him and quickly stood up. Rook sat up and backed away for the young ghoul, but as he looked back at his attackers eyes. He didn't see a blood thirsty monster, but someone just as scared. They slow removed their mask, revealing their tearful face.

"Get out of here, and don't come back," They figure said as they ran off into the savanna.

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"True, but you didn't, I could see it in your eyes, even if your mask hide your beauty at first," Rook said.

"After that you proceed to stalk me for the next 3 years," Y/n groaned as they thought back.

" Je ne aurais jamais, I was simply observing you. Why must you be so cruel with your words," Rook said dramatically.

"Then when you revealed yourself to me, you presented me with roses and "serenaded" me with a very long and flowery poem," Y/n sighed in embarrassment as their face turned red from embarrassment.

"Fufufu, your face was so red. You were so beautiful," Rook sighed with a smile.

"I am not beautiful," Y/n mumbled.

"Ne dis pas ça, your a mysterious and dangerous beauty," Rook said as he kissed Y/n's forehead," And I'll protect you. From those who wish to harm you, and from the monster within you."

Suddenly their was a crash and screams could be heard outside. Rook and Y/n quickly sat up as Rook quickly grabbed his Bow and Arrows. Just as he was about to run out of the room, he turned to Y/n.

"Reste ici (stay here)," Rook said as he quickly ran out.

But as they sat in the room they could smell the blood as the sound of thrashing continued. Y/n turned to their nightstand and hesitantly pulled out their mask; hiding it inside their clothes. They ran down the hall too see it was a ghoul attack. The Ghoul had a plague doctor mask, who had taken a large bit out of an unfortunate Pomeifore dorm member. Epel was frozen in fear as he tried to help the attacked student, Rook and Vil were trying to take down the rampaging Ghoul.

The two managed to chase the ghoul out of the dorm, but the School was already on alert as the staff, a few dorm leaders, and some vice leaders try to trap the creature. Y/n, with their mask set on their face quickly tracked down the invader and stood proud and tall as they stared them down on main street.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?!" Y/n shouted.

"This is my turf," he said simply as he charged Y/n.

The battle between the ghouls were violent and bloody, as blows and bites were received on both parties.

As the battle raged it brought the attention of the staff and students as they came rushing to see two ghouls fighting each other. They watched in horror as the staff and Headmatser quickly arrived. He was horrified to see not only that two ghouls had gotten into the school, but one of them were a student.

Rook could only watch in horror as his lover and friend continue to be bloodied and bitten. Y/N continued to fight till they finally get had landed a killing blow to the chest of the intruder ghoul.

Y/n refused to turn around as they could feel the hatful and disgusted glares staring down on them. They already knew that they were reading their magic pens, raised and aimed at them.

"Who ever you are foul creature, surrender immediately," Crowley demanded.

"It would be wise that you surrender, it was foolish of you to think that you could sneak into our school as a student," Crewel sneered, " if you come quietly, we'll give a quick and painless death."

"Je ne veux pas mourir.(I don't want to die)," Y/n said in shaky amateur French.

"fuyez...loin..dans un endroit sûr. ( Run away... Far Away... somewhere safe)," Rook said slowly.

The other students and staff were to busy worrying about the ghoul the didn't realize That the ghoul and Rook were having a conversation.

"Je te trouverai partout où tu iras. (I'll find you wherever you go)," Rook said quietly.

Y/n nodded as he quickly pulled out their own and summoned a mist, clouding the students view. With the opening Y/n quickly ran into the night.

#tokyo ghoul #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #crossover

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angelwars11 · 5 years ago

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PART 1

*finally gets my siblings up and we all sit down on the bed* Alright y'all, time to watch this shit. Let's get itttt!!

*new ominous pre-intro comes in* "A LUCASFILM LIMITED production. "

Me: Oh, we starting like this. Wtf!! Okay, dude, I have goosebumps. Holy shit. *Calming facade is down. Is totally unaware and unprepared for what's coming*

*fanfare jumpscare*

Me: *startles* *grabs my heart*

Heart monitor: *beep beep beep, beeeeeeeeeeep~*

Me: OH MY GOD!!! *cough violently like Grevious* Holy shit. The fanfare, holy shit. I'mma—*notices red logo* *starts to hyperventilate*

*Another very different and new red title* "Part 1. Olds Friends Not Forgotten. "

Me: *gasps sharply* THAT IS SO COOL!!! I'mma cryyy *sniffles*

Yularen: *comes in clutch with the narrator recap*

Me: Yoooo!! What's up my dude?!

*see Grevious* Damn, I mean, General Grevious lookin good though. You see that animation! DAMN! Best design ever!

Yularen: "Republic forces are pushed to the brink. In response to this overwhelming attack. The Jedi Council had dispatched it's Generals far from the Core Worlds. "

CALEB DUME aka. KANAN JARRUS!! Ahhh!! Look at my son!

*sees Plo Koon in his Delta 7 inteceptor* "Ummm, no, stop it. Stop. That looks familiar. *shakes head violently* No. Be quiet.

*sees Aayla and Bly* *inhales sharply* *chokes on saliva* "Aayla Secura is where? OH SHIT. Is that Felucia?! NO, FUCK. "

(The clone troopers look so fucking amazing. Their armor is heavily detailed with the amount of scratches and dents covering them. It makes their armor look rough. OMG! This is literally 'nose bleed heaven' I am in right now!!)

Me: *dances* They onn a bridgeee, they on a—HOLY SHIT!! That's a big ass cannon," *watches the cannon blast fire upwards* Ohhhhh~ That's, uh, not good! Oh shit!! AH! Cody DODGE NOW!!!

*stares at the tv* Holy. Sh—

*light saber unleashed*

Me: OOhhh!! Who the fu—ACK! Obi-Wan coming out of the CUT alllll BEAUTIFUL!!!

LOOK at the lightsaber light pouring through the dust cloud surrounding him🤩 *blood pours out of my nose* His magnificent graying beard, so beautiful. I LOVE how there's a limp piece of hair bouncing on the side of his head, it's so satisfying. And the way he slowly looks over his shoulder at Cody like: "Must protect my husband!" OMG, I love them so much, CodyWan forever!!! Bless Dave Filoni for giving us that scene because, it was beautiful😍 God, the animation. 😍I'mma—😵😳

Cody: "General?!"

Me: MmmmmHmmmm. *wiggles eyebrows*

Obi-Wan: "Cody, get down!"

Me: Protect Cody!! Holy fu—Cody, stop staring at Obi-Wan and take cover, yes I know he's hot as fuck, my sister thinks so too, so do I—That's NOT the point. Just GET your ASS DOWN!! You can stare at him all you want later.

Obi-Wan: "Anakin, where are you?"

Anakin: *jump scares* "I'm right here. "

Me: ⬇⬇

Me: I SWEARRRR. You are so lucky I don't have a gun because I would've BLASTED you to the other side of this GODDAMN BRIDGE. The fuck is wrong with you, you lucky mother fucker.

Anakin: "What are you doing down there. "

Me: 🤣🤡 Shut the fuck up!

Anakin: *dodges a fucking blaster beam* I'm dea—🤣 ANAKIN. You cray cray!

*all shots miss Anakin while he stands right there in plain sight on top of MOTHER FUCKING debris*

Me: Hehhehehheeee—OH my GoD!! Anakin!! Get DOWN FROM THEREeEe. They gonna shoot you, bro!

Obi-Wan: "What are you up to? Where is Captain Rex?"

Me: Yeah, what are you up to? *suspicious*

*Nobody stays seated while Anakin walks straight at the enemy. Managing not to get fucking smacked*

Me: "Y'all DUMB ASS droids can't SHOOT!! Ohhhhhh myyyy goddddd!!" 🤣🤣

Anakin: "I have come to surrender. Your forces fought valiantly. I must admit we are overmatched by your superior fire power. " Me: "Tell me y'all ain't gonna fall for this. If you beli—"

Me: *inhales sharply*

Dumb and Dumber: "Surrender. That's a relief. Notify the tactical droid. "

Me: ⬇⬇

*sighs heavily* They believed him. 💀

*scope shows up* The fuck?! Oh, is that Rexy Boi™ *gasps* R2!!!

Rex telling his squad they have to wait a little longer to hang upside down on the bridge. They all *groan* "Sir, yes, sir. "

ME: 😆 They want to fly so fucking badly!!

OoooWe!! They've got JET PACKS!!! Oooo, we bougie MOTHER FUCKAASSSSS!!! *dances to the epic music*

*nobody stays seated while the Clone Troopers kick ass*

Obi-Wan: "Bravo Anakin, you've done it again. "

Me: 🥺🥺

Anakin: "Oh, I can't take all the credit. You staying back really sold my surrender talk. " *Obi-Wan smiles*

Obi-Wan: "Always glad to help my friend. " *they smile at each other*

Also me: *cries internally* 😭😍

Anakin: "Skywalker here, what is it Admiral?" Me: *gasps* Admiral: "Sir. We received a transmission from someone using a subspace frequency. Fulcrum. "

Me: *stops breathing* FULCRUM. 💀 Ah—Ah—AhCHOO! *wheezes* Oooh, bless me.

*the transmitter room scene from the trailer* Me: *screeches* Anakin: "Alright, Admiral. What's so important you brought us all the... Way... Back...here." *sees Ahsoka*

(*PAUSE* I noticed that Rex is not here in this SCENE!! Woahhh~ Just wanted to point that out! Okay, sorry, *unpause*)

Ahsoka: *turns around* "Hello Master. It's been a while. " Me: 😍😍😍😍😍

Anakin: "Ah—Ahsoka. Wha— *scoffs*I don't believe it, " *voice goes two octaves higher* "How are you? Where are you?" *voice softens to be protective* "Are you okay?"

My heart: ⬇⬇

(SKIP)

*Mandalorian ship comes in* Me: *tears coming down my face*

Aaaahhhh!!! R2 D2 rolled up to Ahsoka to say hi!! OMG, cutie pie!!😍🥺 My heartttttt😭

Anakin tries to say Hi to Ahsoka but she's just like, "Can't do that right now. " Me: *snaps my own neck* Damn. Heyo!! He's literally hanging by a THREAD, a measly THREAD over the fucking pool called the DARK SIDE. And you treating him like that, focusing on the war and not a hug, mannn, Anakin is about to take a 'dippity dip' in this goddamn pool. Smh.

Bo-Katan: "He murdered their ruler. My sister. I thought she meant something to you. "

Me: *visibly sees Obi-Wan look sad* Satineeeee😭😭😭 No, Obi-Wan, it's okay!!

(SKIP)

*when the troopers pass by and salute to Ahsoka* Me: UwU

REX'S SMILE 👑 when she walks in😍 "Glad to have you back, Commander. " *smiles again* 👑 "Rex. Thank you. But you don't have to call me Commander anymore. " "Sure thing, Commander." *smiles AGAIN* 👑

Me: 😭😭 Rex, I SWEAR TO GOD, if you don't stop SMITING me with those SMILES BRO. Just chill. Please. Do it again and I'—

*alarm goes off* God fucking dammit. *sees the troopers scrambling in the background* HAHAHHAHHA😆😆🤣

*stops laughing* Who's in trouble? The Chancellor. Hahahaha, who's that? Ohhh, you mean Buttcheeksakin. Yeahhh~🤣 Nobody cares!!

Ahsoka: "I understand, that it's your usual playing politics. This is why the people have lost faith in the Jedi. I had too. Until I was reminded of what the order means to people who truly need us. "

Obi-Wan: "Right now people on Coruscant need us. "

Ahsoka: "No, the Chancellor needs you. "

Me: *nose bleed* "Damnnnn, say it again for the people in the back!!! Ughh, feisty Ahsoka is sexy. " 😍

REX GETTING WHAAA, PROMOTED?! I knew this day was coming for sooo long *sniffles* I'm so proud.

*music heightens it's pitch* HER LIGHTSABERS😭😭😭

Ahsokaaaa got her lightsabers BACK!! Looking snazzyyyy, looking beautiful, you look hot honey! And a BONUS, they are BLUE!! Hot DAMN!! 💙💙

Ahsoka: "Anakin... " *Anakin turns around* "Good luck. " *Anakin smiles with pride*

Me: *ugly sobs*

*Nobody stays seated while, 'Love pledge' plays in the background*

Me: *cries harder* WHYYYY😭😭😭

'Commander' REX. Whereeee areee youuu?! Ah, there you darling. Beautiful bby boyyyy, you deserve it!!! 😍😍😍

*spots someone behind Rex* Who Issss...?? Oh, JESSE!! Heyyy~ *waves* ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )

Rex: "Sorry, I didn't think to bring you a jetpack?" Ahsoka: "Don't need one. " *Nobody will ever fucking stay seated while Rex gives the mother of all amused smirks* 👑

(THIS beautiful smirk⬆ I know I WILL be watching 60 more times after I finish this goddamn episode 🥵)

PART 2 of my reaction coming soon!! (Nah, I'm serious, it'll be here. Just hold your horses!)

Link to part 2!! ⬇

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megalony · 5 years ago

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Second chances- Part 6

Here is the latest part of my Billy/ Four 6 Underground series which I hope everyone is enjoying so far. Thank you all for the feedback it means a lot to me.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @luvborhap @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @rogahs-drowse @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy

Series taglist: @multi-fandom-iimagines @dreashappyworld @ohsvgar @imjustboredso @killer-queen-87 @annihrdy @ineffable-aziraphale @fandomshit6000

Summary: (Y/n) believes being in the group is her second chance and Billy starts to believe it was his chance too as it brought (Y/n) into his life. But their newest mission is far from easy.

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She's hurt.

That was the only thought swirling around in Billy's mind as he stumbled down the steep metal stairs. He planted his good hand on the wall to stop himself from lurching forward as he cradled his right arm to his chest, the pain in his broken elbow being overcome by the adrenaline fueling his system.

No one had gone to (Y/n). No one had helped her when she had screamed for their assistance and now Billy just knew that she was hurt. Whatever the crackling sound was through the earpiece, he knew it wasn't static but it was a noise that Billy had never heard before. It was gut-wrenching, like someone had reached into (Y/n)'s body and snapped something before pulling it from her body. But he sincerely hoped his gruesome thoughts were not the case.

When Billy stumbled down the last step, he scanned his eyes around the medium-sized room that was relatively empty considering all of the tables and utensils were all glued to the right side of the room.

It took Billy a moment to actually see where (Y/n) was but when his eyes locked on her frame, he could see nothing that suggested the horrible sound he had heard through the earpiece. Pushing his jelly legs to reach (Y/n), Billy collapsed down on his knees beside her as he hurriedly dragged his eyes around her frame to find out what was wrong. It worried him that since the moment he stumbled into the room, he hadn't seen her move an inch.

There was blood smeared on her face from a cut to her cheek and her nose that had let a flurry of blood trail down to her lips and her eyes were half-lidded but he could hardly see her pupils at all. Billy rested one hand to the side of her face, brushing his thumb over her cheek as he tried to find out what was wrong. The moment his eyes set upon her right hip, he felt like his stomach had shrivelled up into nothing as his chest convulsed like he was going to be sick.

Billy had never seen so much blood in his life.

He tried hard to breathe properly through his nose as his vision became blurry the longer he stared at (Y/n)'s hip. The skin that had been stitched was now split open like her skin had been clawed at by a wild animal but that wasn't what was disturbing Billy. It was the metal plate that he could see poking through her skin.

The plate was not bolted to her hipbone like it should have been, it was smeared with blood but the top half was clearly prevalent as if it was reaching for the wall (Y/n) was slumped against. When Billy leaned closer he choked on saliva when he saw her hipbone that had almost been ripped through the wound. Trailing his eyes down to her leg, he noticed it was pulled up higher than the other one, clearly because her hip was dislocated and pushed up out of the wound.

The magnets on the outside of the ship had been so forceful and whoever had hurt her and been so violent that her metal plate had been ripped from the bone and pulled out of place. Now Billy understood what the sinister crackling sound had been through the mic. It had been the sound of the plate snapping apart from the bone and pulling the joint towards the open wound.

"Turn the magnets off." Billy spat the words through clenched teeth as he turned his head at a sharp angle to look back at One who was stood out of the way, unsure what to do.

"What?"

"I can't move her without ripping her fucking joint out of her body so turn the damn things off now! She needs medical help!" If Billy even tried to pick (Y/n) up or move her from the wall he would pull her hip even more out of place and risk tearing the plate fully from the bone. He could kill her with that amount of pain and it was clear she had suffered far too much already. He needed the magnets off so he could move her because they had to go.

Stuffing his hand into his pocket, One fumbled to grasp his phone with shaking hands. He quickly swiped over the magnets on his phone and turned all four of them off, his body jolting at the small but persistent whine that left (Y/n)'s lips.

(Y/n) felt as if a hand had been wrapped around her hip that was on fire but had now suddenly let go to let her be at some sort of peace.

She could barely manage to keep her eyes open and her vision was swimming like she was at the bottom of a pool trying to look up. But (Y/n) knew that paranoid voice anywhere, and those calloused gloved hands that were resting on her body like she was made of glass. Her fingers curled around Billy's arm as she tried to breathe properly but her hip was burning like flames were licking ferociously at her bone and her body was covered in sweat as she was burning yet so cold at the same time.

"(Y/n), I'm gonna try and move you now, okay?" When Billy felt her squeeze his arm he knew she was alright with him moving her.

Billy didn't know where to put his hand to support her leg, he would have held her hip but that was not an option right now. Nor did he know whether to hold her leg or not in case it was hurting too or if she felt some kind of pins and needles or even if she felt nothing at all.

He slipped his arms under hers and very slowly sat her up, gritting his teeth together at the pain the extra weight caused on his broken elbow but Billy knew that pain would be nothing compared to what (Y/n) must be feeling. But the moment Billy managed to sit her up, he shivered at her shriek that was followed by a coarse, crackling sob as he soon realised he must have moved her hip to sit her up. With it already being popped out of place, sitting her up would move it higher.

"Sorry, sorry baby... sorry." Billy muttered repeatedly as he quickly placed (Y/n)'s arms around his neck so he could move her again to stop her hip from moving or hurting anymore.

Pushing himself to his feet so he was crouching down in front of her, Billy hooked his arms around her waist and slowly pulled (Y/n) with him. He kept her chest pressed against his own before moving his good arm and placing it around her legs just under her bum to hold her against him.

(Y/n)'s breath turned rapid and coarse as if her lungs were on fire and she was breathing in smoke. Her head fell against Billy's shoulder as her eyes closed, unable to stay focused on anything anymore. Her face tucked in against Billy's neck but she started to whimper against his skin as she breathed rapidly, her body trying to move and jolt against him but she didn't have the energy or the capability to move. The pain in her hip that felt strained made her unable to stay still but at the same time, unable to move.

"Ssh, we'll fix your hip as soon as we get off here." Billy kissed the top of her head before he turned to look at One, needing to know where they were going to get off.

There was no way Billy was staying on this boat a moment longer with (Y/n) in this condition. If they left her like this anything could happen to her, she could fall into a coma, her fever could get worse, she could bleed out all over Billy and all of those possibilities could result in the loss of her life.

Billy wouldn't let her die.

Not when she had been so afraid of something going wrong today. (Y/n) had told Billy that she was worried someone was going to die or that something was going to go wrong and she had sounded so afraid over the mic when she was desperately asking for help. They had all let her down because they didn't help her fast enough, but Billy was here now and he wasn't letting her down again and he was not letting her die.

"Ughh..." One turned his head away as he felt like he was going to be sick when Billy turned to the side, allowing One a clear view of (Y/n)'s ruptured joint that was clearly poking through the skin.

"We need to get her out of here. Whereabouts is that fucking helicopter?" Billy knew the backup plan was for the president's brother to get the helicopter over here to pick them all up and they needed that transport right now to set (Y/n) down so Five could help her.

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"Help her!"

"I'm trying!" Five snapped back before she muttered a few words in Spanish under her breath. Her eyes burned into Billy's as a ferocious yet panicked look contorted onto her face which differed from the look of absolute torture on Billy's face.

They weren't at one of One's bunkers yet, they were still on the helicopter that was rattling everyone's heads like their minds had been stuffed into washing machines. There was very little that Five could do whilst they were all crammed into this small space with only her medical bag that held medicines and a few needles. (Y/n)'s hip was dislocated in such a way that Five had never come across before and a few injections weren't going to change that or help her. Five could give her some pain relief medication but she could do very little else whilst they were up in the air.

"We'll be landing in ten minutes-"

"She'll have no blood left by the because it's all on me and her fever is at boiling point. Hurry the fuck up!"

Billy's shaking hands were held at his sides as he motioned to himself before looking back down at (Y/n). His black and yellow swimsuit was tainted from head to toe with blood that was no longer coursing through (Y/n)'s veins. From how Billy had carried (Y/n) and then set her down and tried to stem the blood flow, he ended up getting more on him than keeping it in her body. The blood that was staining his hands was turning his vision red and making his body tremble as he felt like he was going to be sick.

Her fever was getting to the point that she was sweating through her clothes and if it got any higher than this her body would give out. After a certain point the heat she was producing was going to start killing off the cells in her body and Billy was worried it was already happening.

Tears started to fall from Billy's eyes as he pressed his palms back over (Y/n)'s wound that had the blue scarf pressed against it that Billy had been wearing earlier during the day. The blond felt his stomach muscles tensing and pulling inwards as bile rose in the back of his throat when an odd, squishing sound occurred and he felt the scarf pushing into the wound. Billy turned his head to the side as he choked and coughed, keeping his hands deadly still so they didn't push further into the wound.

His heart shattered in his chest at the broken, half-hearted moan that left (Y/n)'s lips at the horrible feeling of the pressure being applied onto her hip. Her head pressed back into whatever material had been placed beneath her head as her back arched so quickly it looked like she was contorting her body into an odd shape when she felt something touching her hipbone.

Billy's hand retracted so fast to press to his mouth to try and stop himself from being sick when his hand pushed against the bone he didn't want to touch.

"Alright, move out of the way." Five motioned with her hand for Billy to shuffle back so she could see (Y/n)'s wound again.

The moment Billy had carried (Y/n) onto the helicopter Five had wondered how she wasn't dead already with the injury she had sustained. They all knew that if (Y/n) went down into the lower deck then she would get dragged to the magnets. But no one thought that the magnets would have been powerful enough to rip the plate from her bone like it had and to split her skin open in such a way that she should have bled out by now.

Billy and Five switched places so the doctor was kneeling in front of (Y/n)'s wound that looked more horrendous now than it did twenty minutes ago.

"Four, hold her in place and start talking to her... this is going to sting."

Confusion rattled through Billy until his mind clicked into place what Five was about to do. Billy rested one hand on her thigh on her good leg and moved his other hand to rest on her shoulder. His right elbow had been set straight by Five but Billy refused to wear a sling or keep the bone still because he had to help (Y/n).

Moving so he was lowered down, Billy pressed his lips to the shell of (Y/n)'s ear as he started whispering to her, knowing she was still awake as her hand limply moved to rest on his bicep.

"Y-you're not gonna..." One trailed off as he held his gun tighter to his chest, praying that Five wasn't going to do what he thought she was. She couldn't do that here, right in front of them, especially not whilst (Y/n) was still awake. But then again, he knew Five had given (Y/n) something for the pain but with her current state, giving (Y/n) any more pain relief could simply overload her system and push her into cardiac arrest.

Five glanced over at One and Three who were sitting leaning against the back of the seats that the president's brother and Seven were sitting in, both of them flying the helicopter. It was clear that Three and One were going to be squeamish but they didn't seem capable of looking away.

Tipping her head down, Five did a double-check of the wound, making sure she could see it properly and work out the diametres before she glanced up at (Y/n)'s expression to make sure she wasn't looking. It would have been better if (Y/n) was unconscious, but what Five was about to do could push her into an unconscious state or even into a coma.

"B-Billy-"

"Sshh, it's okay. I've got you, just listen to me." Bily whispered the words quietly against the shell of her ear, trying his best to keep her calm but he felt like he was going to faint.

"Oh shit!" One shouted as he turned his head away the moment Five took hold of (Y/n)'s hip that was prodding through the skin.

The doctor pressed her lips together as she tried to stay as calm as possible before she forced the joint back into (Y/n)'s body before she forced it down. The action earned a sinister crack that made everyone choke on air but (Y/n) let out such a hellish, gut-wrenching scream that tore through Billy's ever fibre. Five put the dislocated joint back in place before she reached out and pulled (Y/n)'s leg down to straighten the joint out so it could start to heal properly.

(Y/n)'s back arched from the floor as her chest rose and fell at such a rapid pace that it didn't look like she was managing to catch a single breath. Billy gently pushed her back down so she was laying flat again, not wanting her to disrupt or move her joint any more than necessary.

"It's alright baby, you're gonna be fine. You're doing so well for me." Ben moved his good hand and gently rested his hand to the side of her face, brushing his thumb over her burning skin as he pressed his lips to her temple that felt like he was kissing burning coals from the heat her skin was producing.

"Alright, we're here." Seven announced, not daring to look behind him at the scene he was already imagining in his head. Looking at what was going on back there was only going to make it real and that was the last thing he wanted. He closed his eyes as no one spoke, they simply stared out of the windows, waiting for the helicopter to safely land and for the engine to turn off so they could bolt out and get everything ready to save (Y/n).

The moment it was safe to get out, everyone jumped out of the helicopter, relieved that they were back now as (Y/n)'s state was clearly getting worse.

One got out and ran ahead into the bunker to get Five's medical equipment ready and to see what could be used since (Y/n) was clearly going to need some kind of operation here. Three headed inside with the president to be out of the way and to see if they could be of any assistance anywhere else. They knew how volatile Billy was and they didn't particularly want to upset him right now.

"Want me to take her in?" Seven asked the question with a lot of caution in his voice as he stood near to the door, looking into the back of the helicopter. It was clear that Billy's arm was causing him some grief and he had been beaten rather badly. It would be easier for Seven to take (Y/n) inside because Billy had to carry her awkwardly to get her to the helicopter earlier with his elbow being broken, it made things a lot harder for the blond.

Billy's eyes snapped up to look at Seven, the answer being a very clear no by his expression.

"I've got her." Billy shuffled from the helicopter and stood to his feet as Five was still kneeling beside (Y/n). She quickly picked up the discarded scarf Billy had used to stem the bleeding and wrapped it as best she could around (Y/n)'s wound to try and keep the bone intact and very tightly bound which would also stem the blood too.

"Be very careful with her, you move her leg too much and her hip will pop out of place again. And the plate is hanging by one bolt, do not disrupt that plate or her bone will shatter." Her hip joint was badly torn out of place and putting it back in its socket didn't mean it would stay there. If there was the slightest jolt or quick movement her joint could dislocate again and the plate could catch her muscle and tear them. The plate had been torn and was only connected to her hip bone by one small bolt. If that bolt moved too much it could shatter her bone completely.

Seven leaned into the helicopter and helped Five slowly move (Y/n) over to Billy who gritted his teeth to try and ignore the pain in his elbow the moment (Y/n) was placed into his arms. He cradled her to his chest as he started to walk very slowly so his arm didn't give out and so her leg stayed in place and moved as little as he could possibly manage.

A shiver ran down Billy's spine as he caught a glimpse of the inside of the helicopter before he turned away.

The floor was drenched in blood.

With the blood smeared over the floor of the helicopter and the blood soaking into his clothing and skin, Billy wondered if (Y/n) had any left in her veins at all. He needed to get to his bag that was somewhere in the bunker, Billy needed the chain back around his neck and the bullet clenched in his palm so he could get some luck back. The one mission he or (Y/n) didn't wear that chain was the one mission where things had gone wrong and Billy was at risk of losing her.

"(Y/n), you have to stay with me... I love you. P-please don't leave me."

Billy had never been the sentimental type, 'I love you' never meant anything to him. It was an outdated phrase that was usually said in order to keep a relationship going or to bind people together, it held very little value to Billy and therefore it was something he never said to anyone.

But (Y/n) was different.

Billy knew the way his heart was breaking yet pounding so harshly in his chest meant that he was afraid of losing her. This kind of fear was something he had never felt before and whenever he was around (Y/n), Billy felt things he never thought he would. He loved her and if she died, Billy wouldn't be able to continue living. She had been in his life for such a short while but she had changed everything. Billy would much rather be dead than continue in this group if (Y/n) was no longer a part of it.

She had been given a second chance, it couldn't end now.

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #imagine #billy #billy x reader #four #six underground #six underground imagine #second chances

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rykiedippenaar24601 · 5 years ago

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DRUNKEN MESS- Enjoltaire fluff

Upon arriving back home from work Enjolras was greated with an unruly mess, crumpled up paper scattered all over the floor and dining room table, empty wine bottles

disorderly stood at the legs of the table. The mess, of course belonging to Grantaire. "R!" Enjolras called closing the door behind him.

No answer

Enjolras bit his lip as his eyes darted to the mess his boyfriend has made. It is no secret that before any art exhibition Grantaire stresses. And when Grantaire stresses, he drinks more than what he normally would do.

"R!" Enjolras cried out again, hoping to get an answer the second time around. "Yeah?" Grantaire mumbled as he emerged from their bedroom, his clothes covered in paint, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot. "Oh there you are," Enjolras walked to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around Grantaire's body. Enjolras kissed him on his temple, he could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I got worried." Enjolras whispered pulling Grantaire into a warm embrace.

"My apologies, I was sleeping I just woke up." Grantaire mumbled against the crook of Apollo's neck. Enjolras kissed Grantaire again before the two walked hand in hand to the kitchen. Grantaire sat down at the kitchen table. "Have you eaten anything today?" Grantaire just shook his head, adverting his eyes to the floor. "What's wrong?" And without warning, Grantaire's head collapsed into his arms, as he let out a violent sob. Enjolras rushed to his boyfriend and knelt down. "Hey what's wrong?" Grantaire kept sobbing, Enjolras stood up and wrapped his arms around Grantaire's shoulders. "Hey talk to me." Grantaire sat up right a trail of tears streaming down his face.

"Nothing is going according to plan. Every little thing I drew and painted today sucked. The exhibition is in five days time."

"Hey you will come up with something." Enjolras soothed and helped Grantaire to the sofa. Grantaire threw himself on the sofa. "The exhibition is in five days time, and my brain decides to freeze. Ughh why did I choose this career path," Grantaire whimpered before breaking into another crying fit. Enjolras knelt down next to Grantaire, and rubbed his leg affectionately. "Hey. You're an amazing artist. I know you can do it." Grantaire sat up right and held Enjolras' hand in his. "You really think so." Enjolras smirked and kiss Grantaire.

"I know so." Grantaire wiped the wet from his eyes. "I am so sorry you had to see me like this I am still a bit-"

"Drunk. I know." Enjolras interrupted with a smile before standing up. "Tell you what. I am going to make you some tea. It will calm you down." Grantaire pulled Enjolras by the arm.

"I don't want tea. I want you to cuddle with me please." Grantaire pleaded, a childlike innocence to his voice. Enjolras sat back down on the sofa, Grantaire rested his head on Enjolras' lap. "Thank you for putting up with me." Enjolras just smiled as his fingers continue running through Grantaire's hair.

"Even when I am a drunken mess." He mumbled in and out of sleep. "Hey your my drunken mess." Enjolras smiled as he gazed lovingly at his boyfriend. "I lov-" His scentence got interrupted by R's soft snoring. "I love you R." He quietly whispered to himself.

"I really do."

#les mis #enjolras #enjoltaire #george blagden #aaron tveit

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shitty-tf2-headcanons · 5 years ago

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can I ask? the reader is Scout's best friend (also a mercenary. the reader is a little older than him). during one of the sincere conversations between them, poor Jeremy find out that between the reader and the spy there was a short romance (and sex, of course)and the reader is offended by the spy, since after that there was nothing more. and a scout reaction before he found out that the spy was his biological father afterwards? maybe a spy react too? thank you!

Sure thing my beautiful anon! Ask and you shall receive. I’ll do the first request here and I’ll make a separate post for your next request. Cool? Cool!

“Damn this heat…”

Y/N wiped their sweaty forehead with the back of their hand, the sun bore solely down on them, as if the universe was trying to cook them alive as punishment for some misgiving. Sure, they had done some bad things, becoming a bloodthirsty mercenary was one of them, but did it really mean they would have to be cooked like beef jerky. Y/N glared up at the sun, “Go away sun!” they waved their arms up at the cloudless sky, “I’m not ready to become jerky!” they shouted.

“Uhh…Y/N?”

Y/N nearly tripped over their own feet in their haste to confront the all too familiar voice. It was too nasally to be anyone else other than-

“J-Jeremy!” Y/N stared at him with a widened eyes, their face growing hot from more than just the sun. “How long have you been standing there?”

Jeremy scoffed, “Since you started praising the sun.” he barely suppressed a giggle when their face scrunched up. They turned away and faced the ground below, the orange sand lay still and untouched. All heat and no wind…

Y/N jumped at the cold touch of aluminium on their arm, the cold welcome but hated all the same. “Asshole…” Y/N snatched the can of soda from his hand, a buck toothed grin on his freckled face. He took a seat on the wooden roof and cracked open a can of Bonk!, its chemical sugary smell wafted up into their nose and they cringed, “Oh can you drink that…” they squinted at the bright yellow can,”…junk? Isn’t that stuff radioactive?” Jeremy shrugged and threw his head back and chugged the entire can.

“Ughh…” they shivered. “Did the kid gain some kind of immunity to that crap? Will he finally become the famed Bonk! Boy if he drinks more of it?” They chuckled under their breath.

“So what’s going on with you?”

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting all weird…its creeping me out.”

“Everything creeps you out…”

“I’m serious, Y/N! Did something happen?!”

Y/N breathed out heavily through their nostrils, their eyes squeezed shut as they grit their teeth, “Nothing. You’re imagining th-”

“Like Hell I am!” He stood up so fast that Y/N jolted for a second. Jeremy dropped the now crushed can of Bonk! and took them by the shoulder. He forcefully turned them towards him and glared, “Cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on with you!?”

Y/N studied his face. He was a nice shade of red, the freckles that dotted his face seemed to stand out more. His cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts. Y/N’s lips quivered into a amused smirk.

“You…You look like a strawberry.” it wasn’t even close to the best insult they’ve told, but damn was it accurate. Jeremy stared at them for a good long second. Then his face became even more red and his brow furrowed until he resembled a even more pissed off strawberry. That was it for them. Y/N bowed over and laughed. They didn’t remember the last time they laughed this hard, tears pricked the corner of their eyes.

“J-Jackass! It’s not even t-that…that…” The anger had completely faded from his face and voice, Y/N’s laughter broke him until he was laughing that obnoxious laugh of his own. Oh what would the team think if they saw the two knuckleheads laughing like goons on top of the building. Y/N braced themselves on their knees while Jeremy leaned on their back.

Their laughter soon died down into soft smiles on both their faces. The heat no longer felt unbearable, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon.

Jeremy lightly smacked Y/N on the shoulder, “Hey…Y/N?” They turned to look at him. His smile dipped slightly, “We’re…We’re best friends, right?” his voice grew soft near the end.

Y/N’s smile only grew, “Hell yeah…we’re the bestest of friends. We have been since I first joined the team. You were a annoying little brat but you knew how to have fun. Though…you seemed a little lonely.”

“Lonely? Well…I mean yeah but that’s cuz everybody on the team hates me-”

“Jeremy-”

“No no it’s true. You know it and I know it! If I just-” Jeremy expanded his hands like a explosion and nearly shouted POOF, “no one would care. No one but you Y/N!”

“Jeremy don’t say that-”

“I’m just the baby of the team! The big stupid baby who can’t even read or pronounce shit right!” His voice grew tight and tears filled his eyes, “No wonder everyone wants me gone-”

Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Their hand ran up to his strawberry blonde hair and knocked his cap right off, just so they could rake their fingers through the cropped hair. Jeremy seized up for a moment but quickly wrapped his arms around their waist. He stuffed his face into the crook of their neck and sobbed.

“Ssshhhshhh…it’s okay Jer…you’re fine, you’re fine…” Y/N whispered softly into his ear. Jeremy hiccuped, “I-I know…I know..!” his arms tightened around them.

They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. Though in reality they had been like that for 5 minutes. Jeremy sniffed and finally lifted his head from their neck. His eyes were heavy and red, snot ran out out of his and his lips were bright red, he looked like a wreck. “Sorry…I’m sorry.” he wiped his nose with the bandages wrapped around his hands.

“It’s okay Jeremy. You don’t gotta apologize.” Y/N smiled uneasily. Jeremy wiped his eyes. He let out a wet chuckle, “Look at me…I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with you and here I am slobbing on you.” his voice was fragile and brittle.

Y/N chuckled weakly, “A lot of shit is wrong with me. But the most recent thing to happen was…uhh…” their gaze fell down to the wood of the ceiling. It looked sturdy but you’re never really sure whether it would hold all your weight. Would it ever break under the pressure of all the weight? Only time would tell.

Jeremy looked at them with a look that was a mix of concern and sympathy. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if he could see right through them. They exhaled.

“Me and Spy…we were kind of…a item I guess. The spook made me feel special, you know? Told me how perfect I was, how much he loved me…romantic shit that could make it easier to get in my pants.”

Y/N laughed but there was no humor in it, “Bastard ditched me once he got what he wanted. Just wanted a quick fuck or two to make himself feel better or some shit like that…damn spook wasn’t even that good at it. False advertising, you ask me.”

Y/N glared up at the sky. There was no sun, no clouds, no stars. Nothing but a deep dark abyss greeted them, “Fuck him and everything he stands for.” Y/N scowled and cast their gaze back to Jeremy.

He stared back at them. His eyes were wide but besides that there was no other visible emotion. A tremor shook his body. No sound escaped him. Tears welled up once again and his face turned that same strawberry red. He bit down on his bottom lip and clenched his fists. His entire body shook violently.

“Jeremy-” Y/N reached out for him.

“FUCK YOU SPY! YOU SLIPPERY NO GOOD CHEATING BASTARD!!” he screamed out to the sky. He reeled his leg back and launched the can of Bonk! straight off the roof.

“I’m gonna kill the bastard!” he turned his back and started towards the ladder that would allow him off the room. His breathing was labored and uneven.

“Jeremy! Wait a second-”

Jeremy lashed back around, “What?! What now!?” scorching hot tears cascaded down his red cheeks. Y/N froze and stared at him. They took a breath and looked their best friend square in the eyes.

“We all should have told you a long time ago. I-I should have told you but I c-couldn’t.” Y/N had to force the words from their throat.

Jeremy remained frozen. His body running cold. Wait…were they really gonna tell him-

“That deadbeat dad of yours…the one that left you as a kid. The one who took advantage of me…the bastard played us both…”

“Y/N…wait I-”

“Jeremy, the Spy is your dad. And if I were you right now…I’d take your bat to that snake’s legs.” Y/N felt a tear run down their cheek but a pained smile grew on their lips.

Jeremy’s own smile grew. It was just as pained and tortured as Y/N’s. The tears in his eyes continued to fall despite his best efforts to blink them away.

“I knew it…I fucking knew it.” he spoke through gritted teeth. His head fell. “Spy…” he swallowed harshly.

“Spy…you are a dead man.”

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #reader #tf2 spy #story #wooo this was fun to write #part 2 coming soon #asks

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sunshinepeachx · 3 years ago

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Ok. This took longer than I anticipated cause it was a super super busy morning but, here we are! To the sobbing we go. ✌🏼👽

“You're repeating yourself. You're repeating yourself,” Scott throws back… repeating himself.

I love Scott Lang😂 he’s so stinkin funny

And then Tony’s poor heart seems to have another heart attack. But unlike the previous one, this one happens to his present self… and this one is far less self-induced. And oh, this one is prompted by a whistle.

Their whistle.

All heads turn at the sound.

“Hey, kids… Whatchya doin’?”

Y/n.

Oh my god. Poor Tony! Man and poor Steve. But Tony :/

Grief fucking sucks. That’s all I have to say.

Steve, though, looks at her. He just looks at her, his eyes wide, his face stricken, and god! Tony would be lying if he said he can’t taste Steve’s grief on his own tongue. It tastes so thick and horrid, Tony wants to puke. It reminds him of his own.

I can see it so clearly in my head and my god it hurts to think about how much Steve is probably reliving the grief or loosing her all over again.

“We—? We were just regrouping to look for—” Tony tries but is instantly cut off.

“Don’t even try, old man. You look 50,” she retorts, now looking at him.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, defensive. He looks great for his age, alright?

Hahahah he really does look great for his age. That I can agree with. But I’ve missed the banter between them so that really warms my heart a bit.

“What do you think it means?” Her face scrunches up, “It means you look 50.”

Tony scoffs. “You’re one to talk, Grandma.”

Oh fuck 😂 ughh I missed them.

“Back off, Anthony! Or so help me God, I will smack you!”

“You’re so violent, always so violent.”

This! This is some shit my brother would say to me and I’m fucking dying that’s so funny 😂

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ebenezer Scrooge,” she throws back.

“How the fuck am I Ebenezer Scrooge?”

“Dude! You’re old and traveling through time!” She exclaims, pointing at him, “Scrooge!”

“Who said anything about time travel?”

“Besides you being old, you mean?” Before Tony can rant again, her hand comes up to wave at him dismissively before pointing at Steve. “He tingles.”

Come on tony. Obviously she knows you’re from the future. It’s Y/n she knows everything.

She takes a step towards him, “One, I meant you all tingle. And two, you’re embarrassing me in front of your new friend.” She looks at Scott to her right, “Hi! I’m Y/n, by the way,” she extends her hand. “Y/n Stark.”

Scott shakes it very enthusiastically, with a big smile. “I know, we’ve met—or we’ll meet, or whatever. I’m a big fan, cool powers.”

Oh no. Oh no. 😳

Tony’s right in front of her in a second. His hand comes to cup her face gently while the other rubs her arm gently. “Hey, you’re fine. We’re fine. Alright? Don’t panic, don’t! Just listen to me. They find out. In the future. They find out. Everyone does, but it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”

He’s so protective of her and trying to calm her down. I love the Starks.

“I tell them?” She asks, her voice small.

“You kind of tell them. But it goes fine!” Well… “Okay, mostly fine. It gets sorted out. Isn’t that what matters? Everything turns out fine. You’re fine.”

“But I am dead.”

And just like that, Tony’s back to the present. His feet are in the past, his body too, and so is his sister. But he’s back in the present and this—this isn’t his sister. This isn’t Tony’s Y/n.

Ouch. Ouch. Fuck. Fuck! He’s right it’s not his y/n. It’s her but it isn’t her and I’m not okay.

“What makes you say that?” Tony challenges.

She turns to look at him with her eyebrow cocked. “Why else would you be doing any of this?”

Oof she has a point there. He needs her. He can’t be without her anymore. 5 years is too long, hell even a day is too long to go without her.

He needs her. He needs her back so she can watch Morgan grow up. He needs her back so they can talk about how cute his daughter is, while she spoils Morgan rotten. He needs her back so she can watch him have a family, a life, outside of his Superhero escapade. He needs her back so she can plan his funeral. He needs her back so she can give the most heartbreaking eulogy ever known to man.

Fuck! the foreshadowing. You know her eulogy is gonna be heartbreaking—if she can even get through that. Personally I don’t think I could ever give a eulogy.

Their eyes meet and then, “YOU LOST THE FUCKING TESSERACT?”

“I DIDN’T DO IT ON PURPOSE!” Tony shouts back just as loud.

It’s a really good thing they’re all dealing with the battle of New York in the background cause someone would’ve came to check what all the screaming was about by now.

She steps up to him, “Go back to the past—”

He mimics her actions, “—to go back to the future.”

He missed this. He misses this. With his Y/n. She’s his Y/n too. But so is the Y/n who’s dead and no matter what time, he just—he needs her.

She’ll always need Tony too. They’ll both always need each other. And it sucks that they both lose each other because of Thanos.

Also, why did I just now realize Steve hasn’t said a word???

“It doesn’t matter. Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault.” She cups his face and God. He thinks he’s about to break down right here. “I lived a good life, Tony. You were in it. I could never ask for more. Fuck, kid. I don’t want more.” She grabs his head with both her hands and drops a kiss on his forehead. “If you have to do this, that’s fine. But please. I’ve lived long enough. Don’t—and I mean under no circumstances are you allowed to barter your life for mine. Capiche?”

Goddammit! Was I already crying? Yes, but the difference between that and this crying I’m doing now is that I’m now home and no one can see me so I’m ugly crying. Im glad that some version of her, past or present got to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. I know Steve told him she said that before she died but it’s different and means more hearing it from her.

Oh gosh the whole conversation with Steve..🥺 I don’t even have the right words for that. Just ow.

“I’m right behind you, Tony… always.” It’s meant for Tony. Every Tony, always. She’s right behind him. She’s always got his back.

You know, I’ve never been as glad as I am right this moment that I don’t wear makeup cause I’d look like a damn raccoon right about now. Seriously, I’m always blown away by your writing.

Avengers: Endgame ft. Static (3)

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (past)

Genre: Angst all around with a little bit of fluff if you squint.

Summary: So time heist. They're doing that... Well more like, they're screwing it up. Tony just got bitch-slapped in the face by the Hulk opening a door, and now Loki's off with the Tesseract. They need a new plan. Guess who comes up with it? Oh yeah. Y/n!

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Character Death.

a/n: read Age of Ultron (ft. Static) to get a better backstory. Highly recommended. And it’s fun. I promise. And also read Avengers: Infinity War (ft. Static) for context, cause you know? It happened

sidenote: @freeflyingphoenix is my beta now. I love her. Wouldn't have been able to do this one without her. Also. Um, sorry about the delay? Had my first hot gay date yesterday. Got really caught up with that lol.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?”

“You know what? Give me a break, Steve,” Tony throws back from where he sits inside the rundown car covered in debris. “I just got hit in the head with the Hulk.”

“You said that we had one shot. This—this was our shot. We shot it. It's shot. Six stones or nothing. Six stones or nothing—” Scott rants, arms failing as he gets more heated by the second.

“You're repeating yourself, you know that? You're repeating yourself,” Tony chides, getting out of the car.

They are back in the alley where they landed.

“You're repeating yourself. You're repeating yourself,” Scott throws back… repeating himself.

“Dude,” Tony tries.

“You know? No—”

“Come on!” Tony sighs.

“You never wanted a time heist, you went on board with the time heist—”

“I dropped the ball,” Tony admits, cutting him off.

“—You ruined the time heist,” Scott finishes regardless.

“Is that what I did?” Tony asks, sarcastically.

“Yeah!” Scott exclaims, pacing.

“Are there any other options with the Tesseract?” Steve asks, ever the mediator.

“No, no, no. There's no other options. There's no do—” Scott shuts the back door of the car angrily, which wow, Tony has never seen angry-car-door-slamming done so politely before. “—overs. We're not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That's it, alright? We use that—Bye, bye. You're not going home.”

“Yeah, well if we don't try,” Steve interjects, voice rising a little, “then no one else is going home, either.”

Their whistle.

All heads turn at the sound.

“Hey, kids… Whatchya doin’?”

Y/n.

She’s standing right there.

She’s alive. She’s alive and well and cocky and smart and wearing tactical gear he knows she hated wearing even back in 2012. She’s alive. And it’s making it hard for him to breathe. He knew that he might run into her. He knew that. But knowing something in theory and actually experiencing it is so fucking different. Theoretically speaking when he started substituting regular milk with plant-based milk it should’ve been better for his body. But actually experience it was so fucking awful. Why the fuck do they make soy milk anyway?

He—he hasn’t seen her in 5 fucking years.

No one tells you how long 5 years can feel like if you have to spend them sullied by grief. No, not even his goddamn therapist. The lady’s a scam artist, he might have just preferred Bruce. Anyway, here’s what Tony’s learned about grief after living it; it hits you out of nowhere. It hits you hard and it hits you fast. You think—you believe that losing someone is going to be the worst of it. It’s going to be the worst moment of your life but that’s not true.

On the day you lose them, there’s something you’ve got to keep yourself occupied. Tony was stuck in space with an alien Cyborg who didn’t like talking all that much, almost at the edge of his life, when he knew he lost her. He was barely coping but the ship needed fixing, the oxygen was running out. He was in the world’s worst sitcom, but you know, it still had substance to it. And then he landed on Earth. He landed and he didn’t see her. As a matter of fact, he never saw her again. He was never going to see her again.

The hardest day of losing someone you love isn’t the day you lose them, it’s all the days that come afterward when all you have is grief. Because now you can’t avoid it anymore. He tried. He tried as hard as he could. He even pulled a Barton and got a fucking farm. But it haunted him still. It haunts him now too. It haunts him from every shadow, meeting him at every corner. It became unavoidable and it became a part of him.

Because unlike the act of losing someone, grief—grief stays with you. It’s a toxic friend who only calls you when they’re feeling down just to party. It’s always there, never leaving, but only coming out to play when you least expect it. Tony would know. He has been that fucking toxic friend.

And as much as he would like to say he expected this, he didn’t. As fucking awful as it sounds, he was hoping to not see her here. He’s an asshole, he’s made peace with it. Everyone else should too.

Because this isn’t his Y/n… She won’t be for a long while.

“What are you doing here?” is somehow the only thing that comes out of Tony's stupid dumb mouth.

Great line, Stark. After that inner monologue, this was the best you could do?

“This one,” she points at Steve while walking towards them, “is supposed to be coordinating search and rescue with me.” She comes to stand between the three men. “But imagine my surprise when I see him hiding and running off with the scepter like a shady little criminal on Sing Street.” She turns to Steve with a smirk, “What’s up with that Cap? Superhero life not treating you well anymore?”

“We—? We were just regrouping to look for—” Tony tries but is instantly cut off.

“Don’t even try, old man. You look 50,” she retorts, now looking at him.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, defensive. He looks great for his age, alright? The stress of having to save the world every other year should’ve made him lose his hair two decades ago. He’s got Pepper to thank for that not happening.

“What do you think it means?” Her face scrunches up, “It means you look 50.”

Tony scoffs. “You’re one to talk, Grandma.”

The hit lands as per usual, but hey! She started it.

“Back off, Anthony! Or so help me God, I will smack you!”

“You’re so violent, always so violent.”

“Says the man who used to sell weapons for a living—”

“And medicine! I also sell medicine!”

“—and wears a suit of armor with so many blasters that I’ve officially lost count.”

“To save the damn world!” He defends.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ebenezer Scrooge,” she throws back.

“How the fuck am I Ebenezer Scrooge?”

“Dude! You’re old and traveling through time!” She exclaims, pointing at him, “Scrooge!”

“Who said anything about time travel?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Besides you being old, you mean?” Before Tony can rant again, her hand comes up to wave at him dismissively before pointing at Steve. “He tingles.”

“What?” Tony balks.

“He tingles,” she reiterates as if that explains anything.

“I know that ass does something for you,” He says pointing at Steve’s butt, “—not that I understand the appeal in this suit, but I really don’t need to know what he makes you feel.”

Scott shakes it very enthusiastically, with a big smile. “I know, we’ve met—or we’ll meet, or whatever. I’m a big fan, cool powers.”

FUCK!

All of a sudden it’s Defcon 4 because her head whips towards Tony, eyes bulging out in sheer terror.

“I tell them?” She asks, her voice small.

Well…

He wants to lie. Screw morals. Lying makes so much sense right now. Anything would sound better than, ‘Hey, this kid that HYDRA experimented on got superpowers, and then she fucked with all our heads cause I made a sentient murder robot which led to you revealing your powers. Sorry and Merry Christman!’

But she can read him like an open book.

So he goes for the diplomatic approach—

“I mean…” He begins, hesitating. “Kind of…?”

“What does kind of even mean?” She shouts, doing exactly what he told her not to do; panicking.

Caressing her gently still, he replies, “You kind of tell them. But it goes fine!” Well… “Okay, mostly fine.” She balks at him, pushing him back, turning around, and walking a few steps away. He stumbles back. “It gets sorted out. Isn’t that what matters? Everything turns out fine. You’re fine.”

“But I am dead.”

“What makes you say that?” Tony challenges.

She turns to look at him with her eyebrow cocked. “Why else would you be doing any of this?”

The thing is, she isn’t entirely wrong. He wants her back. He needs her back. His Y/n. He needs her. He needs her back so she can watch Morgan grow up. He needs her back so they can talk about how cute his daughter is, while she spoils Morgan rotten. He needs her back so she can watch him have a family, a life, outside of his Superhero escapade. He needs her back so she can plan his funeral. He needs her back so she can give the most heartbreaking eulogy ever known to man. He needs her because he doesn’t understand how to navigate in a world without her. His Y/n was there when he was born, he needs her the day he lays down to rest. His life isn’t going to be complete without her.

“The usual,” he replies, feigning nonchalance. “Saving the world, the universe even…” Saving Peter. “Saving you,” he shrugs, “that’s just collateral damage.”

Shaking her head, she smiles. “What’s the plan?”

“Well,” Scott chimes in, “the plan was to travel through time, pick a certain moment and get the Infinity Stones”

“Like a time heist?” She asks.

Tony rolls his eyes as Scott exclaims excitedly. “Yes! See? Exactly like that! Yes. Cool. Anyway. So the Stones—oh wait! The Infinity Stones are like—”

“Gems with unparalleled cosmic power that grant you control over six different aspects of the Universe,” she finishes easily, shocking the other two men.

But Tony—he just missed her.

He smiles.

“Yeah—yeah,” Scott says, a little bewildered. “Uh—okay. So, Bruce—Dr. Banner? Hulk? Whatever! The big green man is working on getting the time stone from Dr. Strange up on Bleeker Street.”

“The New York Sanctum,” Y/n surmises. Shocking the men some more. “But who the fuck is Strange?”

“The dude who has the Stone,” Tony answers. “He’s like Dumbledore but less fun—”

“No, no. Tony. The Time Stone is guarded by the Sorcerer Supreme,” she explains.

Tony nods, “Yeah. Strange.”

“No. The Ancient One is the Sorcerer Supreme…” her eyes fly over all three men and then she adds, “... right now.”

Oh.

“Well, shit,” Tony curses.

“Great! Awesome! So we’ve only got one stone! I’m never gonna see Hope again and you—” Scott shouts, pointing to Y/n, “—you’re gonna stay dead.” Grimacing, he adds, “Sorry—”

She shrugs. “No worries.”

“—This is it, we ruined our one last chance. We did this, all of this for absolutely nothing—” Scott’s rambling is cut off.

“Alright, calm down New Guy. I’ve got faith in Banner. He can hold his own against the Ancient One. Let’s focus here. Just tell me what you need,” she commands.

Before Scott can have his third breakdown of the hour, Tony chimes in, “We’re traveling via the Quantum Realm to hop around through time, but to get to the Quantum Realm we need Pym Particles—”

“Which runs in very very short supply in the future,” Scott finishes.

“So you need Pym Particles,” she counts holding up her thumb. “And?”

“Dad’s second favorite thing to be fetched out of the ocean after this guy,” Tony answers, nodding at Steve.

Their eyes meet and then, “YOU LOST THE FUCKING TESSERACT?”

“I DIDN’T DO IT ON PURPOSE!” Tony shouts back just as loud.

She lets out a loud scream, annoyed. And then instantly breathes in, audibly to compose herself. “Fine! Fine. You need the Tesseract and the Pym Particles—”

“And we each only have enough for one trip,” Scott adds unhelpfully.

Why did we bring this guy?

There’s a brief pause and then—

“Tony, you remember why I left S.H.I.E.L.D.?” She asks with a smirk.

Holy shit.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

“His stupid haircut,” Tony answers, smiling too.

She steps up to him, “Go back to the past—”

He mimics her actions, “—to go back to the future.”

He missed this. He misses this. With his Y/n. She’s his Y/n too. But so is the Y/n who’s dead and no matter what time, he just—he needs her.

But before he can pull her into a crushing hug, she steps away, bringing a hand to her ear, “Prettier Stark speaking.” She speaks into the comms. “What? What do you mean Loki—?...Yes. No… I’m—No. Yeah. I’ll… Tony—What?!! What the fuck? Are you okay?...No? Yeah but—Oh my god, you asshole. I’ll be right there. No. I said I’ll be there—Tony. TONY!” She looks up at him then, irritation carved onto every inch of her face, “Did you give yourself a fucking heart attack?”

Tony backs away, hands flying up in defense. “I didn’t do that,” he points to Scott. “He did.”

Exhaling, with her clenched fists and somewhat controlled anger, she says, “Well, Tony—my Tony, is coming here so I gotta go. Apparently, somehow Loki got hold of the Tesseract.” Her voice is sharp and cutting. “But you,” she points to him. Her eyes soften. “What happened to me... it wasn’t your fault.”

Of course, she’d say that. Of course, she would. She doesn’t even know what happened but she knows him too well. She always has.

“You don’t even know—”

She cuts off Tony’s protests, “It doesn’t matter. Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault.” She cups his face and God. He thinks he’s about to break down right here. “I lived a good life, Tony. You were in it. I could never ask for more. Fuck, kid. I don’t want more.” She grabs his head with both her hands and drops a kiss on his forehead. “If you have to do this, that’s fine. But please. I’ve lived long enough. Don’t—and I mean under no circumstances are you allowed to barter your life for mine. Capiche?”

“I don’t intend on dying, Stark,” he assures her with a watery chuckle. “I’ve got a kid to get back to.”

And the smile that blooms out on her face—Tony would fight Thanos till the end of dawn for that smile.

I named her after my favorite Superhero. I named her after you.

She engulfs him in a crushing hug, and he reciprocates just as eagerly. “I’m so proud of you, Stark,” she whispers into his neck. Dropping another kiss on his temple she pulls away. She wipes away his tears, “So fucking proud of you.”

He just nods, at a loss for words.

Her hands fly up to her comms again as she says, “Yeah! Yeah. Can you calm down? I’m like two minutes away from you. Can you just—” She rolls her eyes and glares at him. “2012 you is a fucking brat.”

He shrugs. “Daddy issues,” he explains, offhandedly.

Shaking her head with mirth, she says, “Before I go…” she turns to Steve, “do I have a chance?”

And that’s when Tony realizes during this entire conversation, Steve hasn’t said one fucking word. He’s been painfully and uncharacteristically silent.

“What?” Steve croaks out, and it sounds like that too takes him far too much effort.

“Do I have a chance? With you?” She asks. “Or should I quit while I’m ahead?” She’s wearing that smile. That smile that’s reserved for Steve, that’s always been reserved for Steve. She had been falling for him since the day they met. Tony doesn’t understand how he didn’t see it back then.

Steve, however, looks absolutely broken.

It makes Tony frown.

“It—it’s complicated,” Steve replies eventually, gathering his bearings.

She stares at him and then, “Do you break my heart?”

A brief pause and then Steve nods.

She nods too. But then she purses her lips, assessing him, “Do you love me before you do?”

If Steve looked broken before, he looks absolutely shattered now.

Clenching his jaw to keep up his failing calm he nods again.

And then, “Huh,” she says, shrugging. “I’ll take it.”

“What?” Steve balks.

“I’ll take it,” she says, starting to walk backwards, still facing them. “You seem like you’d be worth the heartbreak.”

“I’m not,” he says at the same time as Tony yells, “He’s not!”

“Guess we’ll just have to see,” she says with a smile.

Just then, there’s a loud sound of thrusters buzzing through the air and metal crashing into the pavement around the corner. “Y/N! Where the hell are you, Stark?” Tony—the other 2012 Tony, the one who still gets to keep her Y/n, yells out.

“Patience is a virtue, Stark, learn to use it!” She chides, looking at him but addressing his past self. But then, “I’m right behind you, Tony… always.” It’s meant for Tony. Every Tony, always. She’s right behind him. She’s always got his back.

As his past self and Y/n fly away, he turns to Steve, walking up to him. “Guess, we'll stroll down memory lane. Military installation,” he taps Steve’s chest lightly, “Garden State.”

“That’s what she meant?” Steve asks, face morphing in recognition. “When were they both there?”

“They were there at a—at a time—I've a vaguely exact idea. The ‘70s,” Tony answers.

“How vague?” Steve asks, annoyed.

“What are you talking about? What are we—Where are we going?” Scott rattles behind them.

“I know for a fact they were there—” Tony defends.

“Who's they? What are we doing?” Scott continues blustering.

“The stupid hair Cap! That’s why she left,” Tony states, his tone imploring.

Steve takes a second, assessing him.

Clicking his tongue, he looks around, helplessly while Scott doesn’t fucking stop asking stupid questions, “Guys, what's up? What is it?”

“Well, it looks like we're improvising,” Steve acquiesces.

“Great,” Tony remarks, smirking.

“What are we improvising?” Scott asks.

“Scott, get this back to the compound,” Steve commands as he passes Tony by to hand Scott the scepter.

As the Ant-Man balks, Tony states, “Suit up.” Both he and Steve come to stand in front of each other, hands on their dials.

“What's in New Jersey?” Scott asks, again.

God. He talks too much.

“0-4,” Tony starts, punching in the numbers.

“0-4,” Steve repeats, mimicking his actions.

“Uhh, 0-7.”

“0-7.”

“Excuse me,” Scott tries.

“1-9-7-0.”

“Are you sure?” Steve questions, not pressing in the numbers.

Tony nods.

“Cap. Captain. Steve,” Both of them turn to look at Scott who just won’t shut the fuck up. “Sorry,” Scott says. “America. Rogers. Look, if you do this, and this doesn't work, you're not coming back,” he warns, waving the scepter around.

Tony pants, annoyed, “Thanks for the pep talk, pissant.”

Like he doesn’t know. Of course, he fucking knows. He knows. He knows better than any of them. He’s got a baby girl for fuck’s sake! He knows the damn stakes. But he just saw his sister. He just saw his sister, the woman who raised him, the woman who he raised. And fuck him if he can’t do this shit one last time to save the damn world and her with it.

He turns to Steve “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” Steve answers solemnly.

They stare for a second, tension building, stakes rising, higher still.

“Your call,” Tony tells him.

“Here we go.”

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alwayssunnyprompts · 7 years ago

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Can you write a fic, or short story, or oneshot, or anything like that about a sick scenario? Like, Dennis being sick and Mac taking care of him? Or the other way around. Sick or anything with like vulnerability? (Also the way you describe sounds in your work is great I love it a lot so maybe stuff like that?) if you don't want to that's totally okay I understand. Thank you! xo

Thank you so much! This is one of my favorite asks I’ve gotten and I loved writing it! Set while Mac and Dennis are still living together, maybe around season 5. Enjoy some very sick Mac and very caring Dennis!

Dennis glances at the clock for the third time in half an hour. Mac should have been back 15 minutes ago.

Not that he’s counting.

Outside is the worst blizzard that’s hit Phillyin a while. There’s almost a foot on the ground already, double what there’d been a couple hours earlier when he’d sent Mac to buy movie night provisions.

Mac finally trudges home at 8:30 pm, bursting in with a groan, shivering and covered in melting snow. He tosses the grocery bags haphazardly onto the kitchen counter and plops down on the couch next to Dennis. He’s breathing heavily, his head resting on the back of the couch andhis eyes shut. Dennis can see the redness of windburn on the tip of his nose and his cheeks.

“Hey, bud,” Dennis says cautiously.

“Bro, that place was insane. I forgot people got nuts when the weather gets bad. Everybody was running around like it’s the end of the world. Some shelves were just totally empty. Ugh, it was a mess,” he coughs a little, “come on, let’s just watch some movies."

Dennis smiles, clapping Mac on the shoulder.

"Sure, pal."

Four hours later, they’re still going strong. Well, Dennis is. Mac’s spent the last 10 minutes nodding off, forcing himself awake. They’re finishing up Alien vs. Predator when he decides that he’s done for the night.

"Dennis, I’m exhausted. I need to go to sleep, bro.”

“C'mon, man. What kind of lame excuse is that? Just one more!” Dennis rolls his eyes.

“I’m serious, Dennis. I feel weird. My joints are super stiff and I can’t breathe very good. I think I might be coming down with something."

"Well, then stay the hell away from me, dude. I’m not letting you get me sick. One sneeze and you’re on your own. Understand?” Does he really mean that? Probably not. However, the idea of getting sick is not only time-consuming and disgusting, it’s uncomfortable and stressful and he wants nothing to do with it.

He looks back at Mac, who sways a little, seeming unfazed by Dennis’s remarks.

“I–I have to go lay down,” he mutters,“I’ll see you later, Den."

He starts to walk to his room and loses his balance, leaning on the arm of the couch for support. Dennis is at his side ina second, all previous thoughts of abandonment and quarantine forgotten. He rests a hand on the small of Mac’s back.

"Hey, you good?"

Mac looks pale, but more alert.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, dude. I must have tripped."

Dennis doesn’t have to look at the empty living room to know he didn’t trip on a damn thing.

"Okay. Well, how about I help you so youdon’t trip again. How does that sound?”

A blush colors Mac’s cheeks and he nods, leaning into Dennis’s side. He grabs around Mac’s waist and leads him to the bed.

“Do you want to change?” He’s still fully clothed, winter jacket and all.

He looks down at himself, considering the outfit.

“Yeah, I probably should, huh?"

Dennis sighs, and grabs Mac some pajamas from his dresser. He grabs his robe too, partially because he might get cold, but also because he likes seeing Mac wear it.

"Here. Do you need…help?”

Mac grabs the clothes from his hands.

“No, dude! I can do it myself."

Dennis can hear the congestion in his chest, and see his legs quivering under the pressure of standing. He rolls his eyes.

"Okay, fine, asshole. I’ll be right here if you need me, though."

Watch Mac struggle to the bathroom is as hilarious as it is pathetic. He finally makes it, swinging the door almost-shut behind him. Dennis hears him breathing heavily, and grunting as he takes off his layers of clothes. A full 20 minutes pass before Mac emerges, sweaty and exhausted. He drops his street clothes in a rumpled pile on the floor and collapses onto the bed.

"Ughh, Dennis, I think I’m dying.” He groans, rolling over to sprawl out. Dennis can tell he’s getting worse. His nose sounds clogged and gross, and his chest is making crackling noises if hetakes too deep of a breath. He groans, burying his face in a pillow.

“Dennis?"

"What is it?”

“I think I might get a migraine. I feel that pressure you asked me to watch out for.”

Dennis feels a pang of anxiety. Ever since Mac had crashed Dee’s car trying to fake his and Charlie’s deaths, he’d been getting debilitating migraines. They weren’t frequent, but a few times a year he’d be totally out of commission. The rest of the gang didn’t know about it. He’d been doing so well, too—it had been more than six months since his last one. Dennis doesn’t think they have any medicine left in the apartment.

“Okay, we’ll deal with this,” he liftsMac’s quilt and motions for him to get under, “come on, you should get as comfortable as you can.”

Mac scoots slowly under the covers, grabbing one of his pillows and holding it against his chest.

“Dennis, what are we gonna do? I’ve never had the flu and a migraine at the same time. How does that even happen? Jesus Christ, this is bad, dude.” He grips the pillow tighter.

“Hey,” Dennis lays down on his side, so he’s face-to-face with Mac. He reaches over and ruffles his hair gently, “we can deal with this. It’ll be okay. We’ve done this before. Right?”

Mac nods. “Yeah."

"Do you want the hot or cold pack?"

"Not yet.”

“Alright. Try and get some sleep, okay?You’ll need it. I’m gonna go look for some meds and food for when you wake up. Call me if you need anything."

Mac nods.

"Okay…thanks Dennis.”

Dennis leaves the door open just a crack, enough that he’ll be able to hear if something happens or Mac yells for him.

Aside from his own meds, their cabinets are virtually empty. They have a few cough drops, some ice packs, Band-Aids, Mac’s hot pack, but not a single painkiller to speak of. Dennis drags a hand over his face. He thought they were better than this. At the very least Mac’s overprotective nature should mean there’s at least a Tylenol or two somewherein the house. But he’s not seeing anything. He glances out the window, the piles of snow illuminated by the street lights. There must be a couple feet at least, and it’s still coming down. The roads are covered now too. Neither of them are getting out of the house anytime soon.

He goes to the kitchen and pours a glass of water, and searches the pantry. He takes out some tea bags, honey, and a few cans of soup (the shitty chicken noodle that Mac loves so much) that they keep on hand for situations like this. He sets it on the counter and goes to lay on the couch. He lets his eyes close for a little while.

When he opens them again, his mouth feels like cotton and his back is aching.

“Jesus,” he mutters, stretching.

The clock in the kitchen reads 3:45. He’d slept longer than he’d planned to. He stands up and gets a glass of water, and then shuffles over to check on Mac, peeking into his room silently.

Mac is curled in the fetal position. He’s shivering, his hands resting limp on the blankets in front of him. Dennis sits down on the edge of the bed as quietly as he can, reaching over to brush sweaty strands of hair from his face. The darkness under his eyes looks reddish and bruised, and he’s burning up. Dennis’s fingers brush against his forehead and he shudders at the touch, unconsciously moving closer. He whimpers softly, shifting with discomfort.

“Mac?” Dennis tests the waters. He really doesn’t want to have to wake him up, but if something else is wrong, he needs to know. “Mac?”

Mac moans, his eyelids fluttering as he looks up at Dennis as best he can. His eyes are dazed as hell.

“Den?” He sounds absolutely awful. His voice is rough and quiet, like even talking takes a tremendous amount of energy. Guilt settles like a stone in Dennis’s chest.

“Hey, asshole,” he whispers affectionately, trying to push past his discomfort and worry to smile reassuringly, “how are you feeling?"

He keeps his hand gently stroking Mac’s hair, pausing for a few seconds to rest it against his forehead again, and his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. Mac still looks zoned, taking time to process the answer. A weird expression is spreading across his face. But, to Dennis’ surprise, he simply sniffs in response. At first, he thinks it’s just because of the virus, then he takes a quick breath in, sniffling again. In a few seconds, he’s gasping and sniffling and… goddamnit. Tears start to fall, dropping over where Dennis is still cupping his face.

"Ah, shit,” Dennis says under his breath, moving to brush the tears away as they fall, “shh, no… hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here. Tell me what’s wrong."

The words slip out so naturally that he doesn’t realize what he’s saying until he’s said it. If Mac hears the term of endearment he shows no sign of it. His breath hitches and gives way to a wet sob and he brings his hands up to cover his face. The shaking returns. He presses his body against Dennis, his head putting pressure on Dennis’ thigh. The sobbing alone is broken and pathetic, but on top of it, his lungs sound like shit, mucus-filled and wheezing with every breath.

Despite himself, Dennis finds his own throat tightening and his eyes misting over at the strangled, congested sounds. Mac doesn’t cry often, and when he does it’s never this random and uncontrolled. It’s usually soft and stifled after a nightmare, or a few tears escaping if it’s been a particularly hard day for them. But this is different.

Dennis can see angry red blotches forming on Mac’s cheeks as he rubs at his eyes violently, his breathing starting to sound erratic. Dennis swallows his welling emotions.

"Mac,” he takes his face in both hands, “look at me."

Mac rubs at his eyes one last time before lowering his hands. Tears are still flowing steadily, and Dennis can see that tiny blood vessels have burst under his right eye. The rest of his face is pinched and pale as he continues crying.

"Is it your head? Or something else?”

Mac nods.

“Both?”

Another nod, quicker this time.

“Okay. Come here.” He opens his arms, gesturing. Mac slowly crawls onto his lap, burying his face in Dennis’s shirt. He’s hot as a goddamn space heater and he’s heavy as shit. Dennis can feel his legs aching under the weight of a full-grown man lying on top of him, but he sure as hell isn’t going to say anything about it.

He can feel Mac blinking against the crook of his neck, his breath hot and fast against Dennis’ collarbone. He wishes they had something he could give him. Even just ibuprofen or some shit that did enough to dull the pain that he could calm down and get a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep.

He runs a hand up and down Mac’s back, pausing togently rub the nape his neck and then reaching with both to stroke his temples. Mac immediately recoils from the touch.

“It hurts,” he chokes out.

"Mac, don’t be–” he pauses, takes a deep breath, “I know. But, it’ll make your head feel better, I promise. If it doesn’t, I’ll stop right away. Okay?"

"Okay.”

He pushes himself into a better position and places his hands back on Mac’s temples, massaging so lightly he’s sure that it isn’t helping anything. Mac gasps at the pressure, his eyes starting to well up again. He works with a little more purpose, and Mac closes his eyes, tries to breathe around the gunk in his lungs. His chest is heaving with exertion.

“Dennis, do you hate me?” His voice is so quiet.

“Where did that come from? Wh–Mac, that’s…” he sighs, “that’s ridiculous. Of course I don’t hate you.”

He knows it’s just the pain and the fever talking, but it’s more than that. There’s genuine sadness behind the delirium. His heart pounds as he holds Mac’s head with the gentleness he’s reserved only for him, wishing he could transplant his feelings directly into Mac so that he’d be able to understand. He presses his cheek against the top of his head.

After a few minutes, Mac sags against him. Dennis carefully lifts his hands and pulls him closer, holding him as his eyelids droop. He murmurs something unintelligible, head nodding against his chest.

“What’d you say, buddy?” He asks softly.

“I love you,” his words slur together like he’s drunk.

Dennis’s heart swells, and he feels a hot blush color cheeks. He chuckles.

“Of course you do. Close your eyes try to go back to sleep. I’ll be right here."

#iasip #its always sunny #mac mcdonald #dennis reynolds #macdennis #sickfic #prompts #this is one of my favorite things I've written #i love writing sickfics and i love gentle macdennis #dennis taking care of him? priceless

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S.IV - Ep. 14: Stalemate

------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. SPACE FORTRESS – Air Space - DAY -------------------------------------------------------------

Caption: Moments Ago

Spiral Pegasus swiftly flies high in the sky, away from the Maverick Hunters. He turns around, gracefully blocking their missiles and blasts as he falls backward amidst the sky.

He shoots out two heavy wind gusts, directly at Venzo and Aeson, who were carried on the backs of Scorche and Baryon’s Mechs.

VENZO: Wuh?

AESON: Ahhhh!!!

RECON RACCOON: (reacting)

Noooo!!

The two fall off of Scorche and Baryon, who had carried them on the

backs of their Mechs.

While they are distracted, Spiral Pegasus takes advantage of the moment and rushes into them with a twist, as a he creates a small tornado and scatters the Hunters all across the sky.

MAVERICK HUNTERS: Gaaaaaah!!!

TURIAN: It’s too much!!

Recon Raccoon desperately fires his missiles along with Baryon, while Scorche focuses a charged beam from the Eagle Ride Armor, which /catches Spiral Pegasus right in the chest.

SPIRAL PEGASUS:

/Ahh.. Die..!!

He blasts an even heavier whirlwind from his hands, which crushes all of their Ride Armors.

BLIZZ & BLAZE:

AAAAIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TURIAN & TETHLON: GUOWHOOAAAAA!!!!!!!

SCORCHE & BARYON: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!

RECON RACCOON: HHAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!

All of their Ride Armors explode violently in the sky as they attempt to jump out of their cockpits.

IRIS: (o.s, filtered, crying)

NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

Below the explosion Venzo and Aeson look at each other concerned, as they are suddenly teleported out of the fight. Above the explosion, 7 more teleport beams rise above the explosions.

Spiral Pegasus looks at the teleport beams in wonder and smirks.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Hmph.

When he turns around, he notices that an irate Stone Rook and Arboreal Owl have just joined the battle.

[Insert Title Card: Stalemate]

-cut to-

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INT. LAYE LABS – Probation Chamber - NIGHT

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In the Probation Chamber, Blizzard Wolfang sits alone in the dark, with a bleak look on his face.

The door across the hall eventually opens to reveal Alia, who slowly walks toward him with a warm gaze. He immediately perks up at the sight of her.

Alia offers a soft smile as she visits her furry friend.

ALIA: Hey, Wolfie. Good news..

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Hmm?

ALIA: Word has it that Repliforce Activity has died down in the North Pole.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Oh?

ALIA: Yes. It turns out that you were right. Lana- erm… D-Doctor Laye had a change of heart about your probation.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (gasping, ecstatic) Hh! She did?

ALIA: Yess.. She wants us to investigate the area again, now that it’s actually safe for exploration.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Really?

ALIA: (nodding) She values your Research, and feels that you were onto something after all.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Well, that’s great!!

ALIA: …Unfortunately that Frost Walrus character made quite an extension to the ice caps of Earth’s Northern Hemisphere. She wants us to do an article on the lasting effects of this attack.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (angered, then excited) Grrrr… Blast that corrupt Walrus!! But, my goodness. What an exciting opportunity this is!! I can’t wait to get back out there and assess the damage to our climate.

ALIA: There’s a private Sky Car waiting just for us.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (surprised) Really? Right now??

Alia takes a breath and smiles after a short sigh.

ALIA: Yes.

- cut to –

------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. SPACE FORTRESS – Repliforce Air Space – NIGHT -------------------------------------------------------------------------

ARBOREAL OWL: Hurh! /Gaww.

He takes a swing at Spiral Pegasus, who quickly dodges and punches him in the gut.

STONE ROOK: RRah!!!

He attempts to club Spiral Pegasus with a rock mace, but he is pushed farther back once again from a heavy wind gust.

While Stone Rook is pushed back, Spiral Pegasus is able to inflict even more damage on Arboreal Owl, landing a stunning display of kicks, body chops and wind cuts that cause him to descend and cower under his own wings.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Hahah! I have you now!!!

He rushes after him with two hands out as he creates two heavy whirlwind gusts.

STONE ROOK: ARBOR!!!!

ARBOREAL OWL: (affected, dying) Aaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

The heavy gusts of wind tear his body apart as he explodes before the helpless Stone Rook.

-cut to-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. LAYE LABS – Probation Chamber – NIGHT -------------------------------------------------------------------------

ALIA: Dr. Laye feels terrible for punishing you instead of believing in you. Once the Maverick Hunters cleared the area, she realized that you were telling the truth! As such, she’s embarrassed and just wants the two of us to go, privately.

Blizzard Wolfang makes a solemn face as he stares at the ground, while holding onto the bars of his chamber. Alia nervously looks at him wondering what he could be thinking.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: I’m ashamed that I couldn’t protect them… But moping about it isn’t going to bring them back. I’m just humble and thankful for this opportunity to prove myself again.

He shakes his head like a dog and reshuffles his face into an honest, cheerful smile.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (smiling, jubilant) Let’s get out there and say this never happened, shall we?

Alia is about to unlock the gate.

ALIA: You’re really, okay with this…?

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: …Water under the bridge, my dear… If I were one to hold grudges.. I would not make it very far in this World at all. I’d be delighted to go on a journey with you.

Alia blushes and tears up slightly as she smiles.

ALIA: Oh, Wolfie… You’re such a good boy.

She opens his gate and quickly buries her head into his chest. She lets out light sobs as she holds him.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Hmmm? Alia?? This isn’t like you…

ALIA: I knowww, I just thought you’d be so Mad at me…

Blizzard Wolfang makes an odd face, but hugs her none-the-less.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: No, no dear.. I could never be upset with you.

ALIA: (whispering) Okay. Let’s go…

-cut to-

Stone Rook glares at Spiral Pegasus with hatred.

STONE ROOK: Damn you…!

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (smirking, beckoning) Come on. Come and get it.

Just as Spiral Pegasus puts his guard up to fight, a Warning Alarm blares from the Space Fortress.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Hm?

STONE ROOK: Kaaagh!!

Stone Rook rushes into Spiral Pegasus and punches him in the face.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Aauuuf… (v.o, thinking) Looks like some Hunters made it to Storm Owl.

STONE ROOK: What’s the matter!? You look distracted!!

Stone Rook pummels Spiral Pegasus two more times with heavy fists across his face and chest with a strong right hook and a hard left uppercut.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (reacting, attacking) Ooof. Owwwh. YAAGH!!!!

He blasts Stone Rook with a heavy gust of wind, causing him to get blown out of his way. Then, he immediately tries to fly back to the Space Fortress.

STONE ROOK: No!! I won’t let you.

He carefully forms a buster and aims at Spiral Pegasus. Then, he unleashes a few firm boulders, which catch Spiral Pegasus at the legs, his side and back.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Aghh. Ahhh. God.. Stop!!

STONE ROOK: Never!

He rushes back to his position and shoots a boulder into his gut.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Oooooooooh.

At close range, Stone Rook is able to uppercut him under the chin, once again. Then, he pulls out the stone mace from his back and swings it right at his head.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: No..

He catches his hand and struggles with him, until he knees Stone Rook in the gut and tackles him with a swift dash.

STONE ROOK: Agh.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: I’m going to cut you down and run you through so viscously that you will be irreparable!

Stone Rook scrunches his face in hatred as he tries to fight back, but Spiral Pegasus proceeds to chop his sides with wind cuts, similar to that of Arboreal Owl.

STONE ROOK: Aghh, ughh.. (v.o, thinking) Noo.. This can’t be it…!

He clenches a hard fist as he continues to get pummeled on his sides and across his chest.

STONE ROOK: (struggling) YaaaaaaaGH!!!!

He forms large boulder from his buster and cracks it across Spiral Pegasus’ back.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!

COLONEL: (o.s, filtered) Skiver, retreat!

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (surprised) What the-? No way!

He flies after Stone Rook, who comes right for him in return.

COLONEL: (o.s, filtered) I said, Retreat! That is an order!! Storm Owl is dead.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: Huh?

He stops short in defeat, feeling bewildered.

Stone Rook stops short as well, having overheard the orders. He looks around to notice that all the ships around him are falling back. To his far right, he can see blue and red strips of teleportation residue fade away into the night sky.

STONE ROOK: (v.o, thinking) Whoa… We did it!

Spiral Pegasus scowls at Stone Rook and narrows his eyes as he points at him.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: This isn’t over!

STONE ROOK: (smiling)

Good.

Spiral Pegasus reluctantly flies away from their battle amidst his fleet.

Stone Rook folds his arms across his chest as he watches what’s left of their Air Force retreat. He slowly descends with an austere look on his face. With so much lost, he is unable to celebrate this victory. Instead, this was a win that was simply earned, which gave him a sense of relief as much as it did, dread. Stone Rook does not look forward to going home.

- cut to -

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EXT. NORTH POLE - Arctic Skies – NIGHT

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Caption: An hour and a half, later – Now.

Alia flies the Sky Car with a miserable frown on her face as they draw near a series of icebergs.

ALIA: (whispering, softly) Lord forgive me, for what I’m about to do…

She looks at Blizzard Wolfang in her rear-view mirror. He has been sleeping soundly in his chair, unknowingly restrained by metal buckles.

She sobs and feels her heart racing as she realizes, it’s now or never. The sobs are so loud, that he begins to stir awake.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: (sleepy, confused) Hmm? Alia?? Are you.. crying again?

He quickly notices that he’s stuck to his chair, restrained by buckles across the chest and his arms and legs are locked into place.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: What the-?

He begins to shake and attempt to break free from the chair.

ALIA: (incoherent, crying) I’m So SOrry!!! GooDBYE!!!!!

She hits the eject button and shakes her head so swiftly with immediate regret.

BLIZZARD WOLFANG: Nnnoooooooooooooooooo………..

Outside, Blizzard Wolfang’s seat plummets his body helplessly into the cold sea below.

Then, she hits her eject button as planned, allowing the Sky Car to crash into a large Iceberg.

ALIA: (Crying, Screaming) WhaaaaaaAAAAHHHHHH. AAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!

Her seat rockets out from the top of the Sky Car as it violently descends into a mountain. She uses the seat’s small controls to guide the course of her landing, but regardless of what she does, it will not be pretty.

ALIA: Oh nooo! Oh nooo! Here I goooo!!! /Whoop!

She /deploys a parachute from the back of her seat, but the high winds of the North Pole relentlessly push her seat into a large icy mountain.

ALIA: Oh my God. Oh my Gaaahd!!!

She uses the last failsafe available to her; snow skis, which jut out at the base of her seat. Once her plunge meets its impact, her skis roughly crash against the side of the mountain.

ALIA: Ahh-ah! Ohh!!

Skidding across the side, and tumbling in a swift descent, Alia struggles to maintain any control, as scuffmarks scrape against her face and armor. Eventually, she topples into a steady slide down the icy mountain until it finally smooths out into a hill that gradually becomes flat land. At last her unwanted ski ride comes to an end.

ALIA: (frightened crying) Aaaaahhhhh-huhuhuuuuu.

She buries her head in her bloodied face, ashamed at her own survival.

ALIA: Oh! ..That was NOT Worth it…

She fumes and frowns at the same time as she catches her breath. When she unbuckles herself, she immediately collapses out of the seat, and falls onto the snowy ground.

She looks back at the seat with disdain as she can still hear Malek’s voice preparing her for this absurd plan.

MALEK: (o.s, v.o) You have to make it look real. Get into an awful accident after you drop him off. Call us the moment it happens, but be far enough away from the drop point. Nothing can be traced back to you.

She attempts to stand up, but can barely manage a crawl on the ground, as her whole body is in a state of shock. The pain feels worse when she takes a glimpse at her scraped and bloody legs.

ALIA: Ugghh, owwwww. I hope this is far enough.

She sniffles in the cold as she pulls out her Comm-phone and calls it in.

ALIA: Aaaagh! Guys… This is Alia.

DR. LAYE: (o.s, filtered) Hm?

ALIA: I g-got into a horrible accident. /..f-f-f-Fang didn’t make it…

/She shudders as she sobs.

Fake gasps can be heard on the other end of the phone, save for one.

GATE: (o.s, filtered) Oh my God!! What happened!!? Are you okay???

ALIA: (Crying) Eh-heehhh. Euuuaaaaaahhhhh… No. I’m not okay… I’m really scaaared…

GATE: (o.s, filtered, worried) ALIA!!!

ALIA: (lying) Some Repliforce ship shot us down and-

DR. LAYE: (o.s, filtered) That’s it. This mission is cancelled!

MALEK: (o.s, filtered, insistent) Stay strong, Alia. Don’t say another word. I’m sure your accident was traumatic enough.

GATE: (o.s, filtered) But are you safe!?

ALIA: …I’ll be f-f-f-fine… I.. h-h-hoope..

GATE: (o.s, filtered) Oh my God, I can hear it. Hypothermia must be setting in.

ZACH: (o.s, filtered) Is there a Care Center you can get to?

ALIA: (annoyed) I can’t Move!

DR. LAYE: (o.s, filtered) Hold fast, Alia. We’re coming to get you. We’ll be there as soon as possible.

-fade out-

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Medic Bay – NIGHT

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- fade in -

Caption: November 27th, 21XX. The next morning.

Recon Raccoon, Scorche, Baryon, Turian, Tethlon, Blizzard and Blaze are resting in pain with their eyes closed as they lay in their hospital beds. Venzo and Aeson, stand by them with guilt-ridden faces. Last night they came home practically unscathed.

Peering at the doorway is a blue-armored X, who quietly looks at their condition with a frown on his face.

X: This is bad…

From the hallway, Lucas from the Research Department catches him and excitedly pats him on the back.

LUCAS: Oh! X. Just who I wanted to see. Come here, I have to show you something.

X: Hm?

-pan to-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – R & D Lab – NIGHT -------------------------------------------------------------------------

X follows Lucas into the Lab. When the other Researchers see him, they all smile and stop what they are doing. Their smiles are infectious, causing X to crack a smile of his own.

X: (smiling) Please tell me you have some good news for me.

LUCAS: Well.. Yes and no.

He nears the Mother Computer and pulls up a few windows.

LUCAS: We tried to analyze that item you sent to us, just like you asked, but the results were inconclusive.

X: Hmm?

LUCAS: Yeah.. At first, we were stumped and annoyed too. But then we noticed something.

He pulls up a window, which zooms in to a special Pink Capsule with four specifically shaped empty slots at the bottom base.

LUCAS: Take a careful look at the markings. This shape matches up, completely.

X gasps.

X: You mean.. This might unlock the Capsule?

LUCAS: I think so... If you have the other pieces…

X: (nodding) I think I have everything!

He quickly takes out two sub-tanks and a weapon tank from his compartment belt and lays them on the table.

X: Can you scan these for an estimate?

LUCAS: Of course!

With the press of a button, the Mother Computer takes a quick scan of the physical objects and displays them on the screen, auto-formatting them digitally to scale. From there, Lucas is able to drag and drop the items into their corresponding slots.

LUCAS: Yep. According to this, you have a match!

X: (excited) Wow.

DAVID: What do you think is in the Capsule?

X: Well.. In the past, the pink ones have granted me the ability to learn a new skill, like the /Hadouken or the/Shuryuken from my first two armors. Then Dr. Light did something different for the third Armor. He made a bunch of individual chips, which would enhance only one portion of the armor. But then, I think he decided to make an “Ultimate Chip”, which enhanced everything. I was so overpowered that, my whole body turned Gold!!

LUCAS: It sounds like you’re talking about Armored Phenomenon.

X: Armored Phenomenon?

LUCAS: It’s a term we throw around every time we see you transform. …Your Upgrades seem to.. take on a life of their own, once they’re bonded to your Armor. I don’t know how Dr. Light managed that, but it seems that your Armor simply evolves over time until it can’t anymore. Light must have foreseen these lapses in progress, and created new armors sort of as Checkpoints for higher power sets. Which is probably why he made so many Capsules.

X: Wow…

LUCAS: Perhaps this was why he made the single chips too. Its possible that he made the “Ultimate” chip first, but then was worried about overloading your system, so he created the others as a series of pathways for variety.

X: Hmm, that’s interesting. He seemed to do the same thing for my arm parts this time. …Whatever is waiting for me in that capsule, I hope it explains /this.

X transforms before them into his Fourth Armor and shows them his new black and red gauntlets, which do not match the rest of his blue and white armor at all.

DAVID: Whoa!! What’s that??

X: I dunno. Dr. Light made two Arm Capsules for some reason – one significantly weaker, and the other significantly darker… I don’t know why he would do this… unless it was some sort of test.

LUCAS: (intrigued) A test?

DAVID: Like what?

X: (worried, curious) ..a test of character? ..Or a sign of what’s to come after going down a certain path…? I’m not sure. I need to talk to him. Thanks for all your help, guys. Excuse me.

He quickly gathers his things and walks out of the room.

DAVID: Is it me, or did that just get bleak out of nowhere…?

LUCAS: He’s been through a lot. You know how he is about War in the first place, let alone one against his friends. And lets not forget that he’s still processing everything Berkana and Doppler put him through.

DAVID: That wasn’t really that long ago, when you think about it…

LUCAS: But it feels like forever, doesn’t it?

They both share a look as they turn to the computer screen. The monitor indicates that X has just teleported to the Papua Jungles.

-cut to-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. PAPUA JUNGLES – Bisi Falls - NIGHT -------------------------------------------------------------------------

X retraces his old steps as he jumps down into an open cavern, by the great Bisi Falls. He drops down into a hidden alcove, amidst the shadows, where he can spot the Pink Capsule illuminating in the darkness once again.

X: (whispering) There it is.

He walks over to the glowing pink capsule, passing by the nonfunctional blue one.

He studies the patterns of the empty slots and opens up his compartment belt with a smile. He places a sub-tank in the far left and far right slots. Then, he takes out a weapon tank and places it in its corresponding spot on the right. To the left of the center, he inserts the mysterious new power cell, which fits like a glove just as Lucas had thought. Finally, he opens his chest plate and pulls out his purple heart tank. The power from inside changes the color of his gloves from red to blue momentarily until he places the heart inside.

Once he does so, the Pink Capsule makes a pleasing –ping- sound as Dr. Light’s image is formed within the teal light.

DR. LIGHT: (smiling, surprised) Ahh…X, you’ve finally arrived…

X: Hello, Father. We have to talk.

DR. LIGHT: Why of course. What is it that’s ailing you?

X: What is this about…?

X holds up his dark Gauntlet with a clenched fist, quickly charges it and fires an immense plasma blast at the rocky wall to his left. The blast is as large as him before it explodes at the side of the alcove. He turns to his creator with a concerned face.

DR. LIGHT: Well that’s-

X: Am I a Demon..?

DR. LIGHT: That term is preposterous… But regardless, it is a thought that has been plaguing you for nearly a year now, I know…

X: Then you know of iX? The Dark Spirit inside me!??

DR. LIGHT: Nonsense… All of it.

X: Huh?

DR. LIGHT: That strange concoction that Dr. Doppler created a year ago was a parasite and nothing more. It fed at your insecurities and created one of your deepest fears as a result. But you need not worry about that, anymore. You conquered that fear, physically! Now you just have to do so, mentally.

X: (confused, uncertain) But.. really? Are you..sure??

DR. LIGHT: It is exactly this amount of concern that allows you to touch the darkness.. if need be…

X: …What do mean?

DR. LIGHT: We all must make hard choices in Life. You already know that. Was it not I, who told you when we first met, that I had hoped the World would have allowed you to choose a more Peaceful journey? …But I knew long ago that the Future could put you in this position. And so, I have done my best to prepare you for every possibility.

X: …but.. What if you were wrong about me? What if I really did turn out to be a monstrous War Machine?? Or if I still could in the future.. What would you have done then?

DR. LIGHT: Hypothetical dialect will never get you anywhere.

X: Please, Doctor. I need answers…

Doctor Light looks at X with a slightly incensed brow and lets out a deep sigh.

DR. LIGHT: Then, I would say that you have already decided your fate. And with every single upgrade, I would make great strides at guiding you towards the Light.

X: Hmph. So basically, you’re telling me that despite all of this power, and witnessing an Evil version of myself, firsthand… that I don’t have anything to worry about?

DR. LIGHT: …We are all capable of slipping into the temptations of darkness, but… the short answer is no. You have proven yourself more than worthy of wielding these powers, because you are responsible. You have a good heart and more importantly, you have a bright soul. It is for this reason that I am not worried about you.

X lets out a breath of relief.

X: Okay.

DR. LIGHT: Now, this capsule contains the sealed secret parts for the Ultimate Armor. When you execute the Nova Strike, the wings will open and you can execute the invincible body crash attack.

X: (shocked) Invincible!!?

DR. LIGHT: Yes… However, this armor is not completed yet and your safety is not assured.

X: Wait. Not…completed..yet?

DR. LIGHT: This is embarrassing to admit, but… in Life, I did not have the time to perfect the flight system. The power-emitter kept fluctuating and interfering with the wing jets and.. well, I was forced to compromise. The Armor cannot fly, but it has a tremendously enhanced Nova Strike, which you can execute at any time. If this is acceptable to you, please enter now…

For the first time, Dr. Light gives X an embarassed look, before he ultimately fades away.

X stands before the Capsule confused.

X: Huh… All this time, I was worried about becoming evil. Meanwhile, he was worried about not giving me enough power!!

He walks over to the Capsule and puts one foot on the base, before hesitating.

X: (v.o, thinking) See… This is where I always second-guess myself. If I was satisfied with my own Power Set, would I ever give in to the temptation of receiving these powerful upgrades at all? Is that greed? Or just curiosity?? Then again, he did assure me that I don’t have it in me. Despite all the chances I’ve had to use these powers for evil, I am inherently good. Even when that Parasite was inside me; rather than become iX… I created him. Then, I killed him! I wasn’t reminded of this until Berkana tried to slip me into dark temptation a few months ago. Then, upon receiving this new Dark Gauntlet I felt like I was almost destined to embrace the Darkness, no matter what. But now that Dr. Light has put his faith in me, I’m not afraid of anything. It is time to become my Ultimate Self.

X steps inside the capsule as dark light surrounds him. He closes his eyes and lifts his head up as his Force Armor shifts colors. His white and blue boots with red thrusters, turn into blue and black boots with gold thrusters and red gems at the knee caps. His chest and helmet shift into a prominent dark blue color with black accents and a sharp golden crown. Even his black buster and red gloves shift into the dark blue color. His gloves become white once again. Finally, his underarmor shifts from light blue to purple.

As the dark light fades away, X looks at himself in awe and accepts this new form with a confident smile on his face.

X: I am Myself! I am the Light within the Darkness. I am, X!

He strikes a pose in prideful victory, before teleporting back home.

- fade to black-

COLONEL: (o.s, v.o) So… What’s our next move?

GENERAL: (o.s, v.o) Round up the last of our troops. Prepare for full evac at 0500.

COLONEL: (o.s, v.o) And if they try to stop us…?

GENERAL: (o.s, v.o) Kill them. Personally…

- fade in -

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INT. MAVERICK HUNTER BASE – Control Room – DAY

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Caption: November 27th, 5:00 PM

A blue armored X and Zero walk in to the Control Room curiously as they have been summoned. Captain, Double and Iris work at their main consoles diligently.

Double cannot contain himself the moment he sees X.

DOUBLE: The Repliforce has begun assembling!

X: Where are they?

IRIS: (answering, regretful) Repliforce is at the Space Harbor…

DOUBLE: The Space Port! They plan to take off into space!!

X: Hurry! We have to stop the Colonel!

ZERO: I have to go.

IRIS: No! …Please wait Zero! I don’t want to see you two fight…

ZERO: Someone has to stop your brother. I’m leaving…

Without hesitation, Zero teleports out to the Space Harbor.

X: I’ll be right behind him.

IRIS: Please don’t fight my brother!!!

X closes his eyes with a firm grimace as he turns away, unable to look at her.

X: He’s had his chance, Iris. I’m sorry!

X teleports away with a clenched fist.

IRIS: (sobbing) Nooooooo!!!!!!!

CAPTAIN: Please! Pull it together… If you cannot accept the possibility of what might happen, you may be excused.

She looks over to him, bewildered. Then she runs out of the room.

DOUBLE: Hey!

CAPTAIN: Let her go. She’s made her choice. She was one of them the whole time.. I’m not surprised.

DOUBLE: Hmph.

CAPTAIN: Go ahead and join the rest of the Elites. I have a feeling we’ll need them in action really soon.

Double smiles, with an excited grin.

DOUBLE: Roger!

-cut to-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. SPACE PORT – Docking Platforms - DAY -------------------------------------------------------------------------

The sun begins to set, dimly shining against the sea as a Repliforce Airship slowly takes off from a Runway.

X and Zero teleport to a near Docking Platform to see the Repliforce retreat. They have a welcoming committee of Knot Berets, who stand on raised platforms with their guns out and bombs ready.

KNOT BERET 1: Maverick Hunter X and Zero! Stand down.

KNOT BERET 2: You have, No business here!!

ZERO: Hmph. I can’t believe it. They’re actually doing this.

X scowls behind Zero as they both dash towards their enemies.

X: (charging up) We drove them off the planet. What do you expect?

He fires at a Knot Beret, while Zero performs Ryuenjin to strike at two that are above him on raised platforms. X switches to Twin Slasher and takes out the next two from afar to clear the way.

ZERO: Heh.

The two run up a ramp, while a nervous Knot Beret runs /right into Zero’s thunder lancing attack.

KNOT BERET 3: Aaaaaaa/uuuuggghhhhh…

Two more Knot Berets on platforms attempt to shoot at X and Zero, who easily evade the blasts. Zero air dashes into the top one and takes him out with an impaling hienkyaku, icicle blade.

X’s normal armor shifts to green and yellow as he uses Storm Owl’s Double Cyclone to destroy the Knot Beret before him. Two more Knot Berets await X and Zero as they throw their bombs at them. X switches to Aiming Laser to take the bottom one out, while Zero pulls out his new purple saber, and disintegrates the bomb with the new Tenkuuha technique he learned from Storm Owl. Then he strikes the frightened Knot Beret down with his menacingly dark saber.

X shoots down another Knot Beret with a charge shot as he looks surprised at Zero’s newly enhanced saber.

X: Whoa. What happened to you?

ZERO: (shrugging, smug) I guess my Saber’s evolving. What about you? Why aren’t you armored up??

X: (smirking, smug) Keeping it in check, I guess.

ZERO: (surprised, smirking) Hmph.

He pulls out his impressive purple saber once again and destroys a final Knot Beret before them.

Before them, two guardian mechaniloids patrol an entrance to a terminal building, which leads toward the Repliforce Launch Pad. X waits for his opening and shoots them down. When Zero and him drop down, they are struck down by a powerful fiery cyclone that explodes in their vicinity.

X & ZERO: (struck) Uuuaaaaahhhh.

They slowly get up to find that Burn Dino-Rex and Spiral Pegasus are waiting for them at a nearby runway to their left.

BURN DINO-REX: That’s far enough.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: We cannot allow you to pass.

Zero cricks his neck.

ZERO: Hmph.. Alright. Whaddya say, X?

X looks at his partner and nods.

X: Hm. It’s probably a diversion, but why not? ..I could use the distraction.

They both walk towards the runway, unafraid.

Burn Dino-Rex and Spiral Pegasus walks towards them and grin as their teams of Knot Berets and Raiden Soldiers in Ride Armor teleport in to join them.

ZERO: (surprised, enraged) It’s an ambush!!

???: Not today!!!

Just as the Repliforce are about to enclose X and Zero, a series of colorful teleportation beams form into Maverick Hunters from various units. Tau, Takuma, Daiske and Bahena from Zero’s Shinobi Unit are joined by Stone Rook, Snowball, Snowflake, Frostbite and Freeze Alopex from the 8th, 13th and 14th Units.

The pile of nine Hunters quickly becomes a barrage of explosions as many of the Knot Berets are destroyed, leaving most of the Raiden Soldiers damaged.

Standing before X and Zero, Tau bravely leads the group.

TAU: Go!! We’ll take care of these guys.

ZERO: (surprised) Are you sure?

X and Zero stand by as they see that Tau and the rest seem to have everything under control. Stone Rook is battling Spiral Pegasus, the wolves and Freeze Alopex are keeping Burn Dino-Rex busy and the Shinobi Hunters are easily wading off the Raiden Soldiers.

X: (smiling, relieved) Come on, Zero. This isn’t our mission.

ZERO: (nodding, proud) …Thanks Tau! I knew I could count on you.

- pan to-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- INT. SPACE PORT – Terminals – DAY -------------------------------------------------------------------------

X and Zero run back into the terminal to take on a series of Spikeys in their path along the corridor. The terminal briefly opens into more platforms by the bay as more Repliforce ships pass and take off.

ZERO: Come on! We’re losing them.

X: Going as fast as I can!

X’s armor turns red as he shoots a Rising Fire up at a Knot Beret, at the pillar above him.

KNOT BERET 4: (burning) Brrooouuuugggghhhhhh!!!!

They both jump and dash through the open platforms by the bay as they make it to the next terminal.

X runs and dashes to a ladder as Zero follows. X climbs it and takes out three spiky’s in a short hall that leads to a small ladder. After climbing the second ladder, he shoots down two more Knot Berets with a charge shot. Then another upon his ascent to a series of ramps.

Many Knot Berets jump down in an attempt to bombard X, but he simply hovers in the air and allows his eager partner to take care of them, while he air-dashes onward and ahead.

While Zero is occupied, X takes out a few more Spiky’s then kick-jumps to the top of the room. He destroys another set of Spiky’s at the top of the room, and climbs a final ladder, which leads to a gateway.

X: (v.o, thinking) This is it.

He dashes through the gateway without hesitation.

-pan to-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. SPACE PORT – Terminal Access Point – DAY -------------------------------------------------------------------------

X dashes out of the gateway, to see a frightening bolt of lightning. It strikes down directly into a red saber, which is held prominently in the sky by Colonel, who ominously phase-teleports before him.

X flinches for a moment, then regains his composure.

X: Colonel, step back!

COLONEL: I’ll stop anyone who tries to interfere with our independence!

X: Enough of this! It’s only an illusion!

COLONEL: …You Hunters will never be able to understand us! Get ready, X!

X looks at him with calm, accepting eyes as he slowly charges up and reluctantly pulls up his buster.

Colonel lowers himself into a fighting stance as he carefully holds his blade and high jumps towards X with a threatening overheard swing.

ZERO: NO!!!

From the gate, Zero quickly rushes in with a dash, and gets in front of X. With his purple saber, he parries against Colonel’s blade and pushes back. The electricity of both blades struggle against each other, as they make a crackling sound.

ZERO: Get out of here, X. This is my fight!

X exhales as he relinquishes his charge.

X: Right! …I won’t stop you.. Just remember what we’re here for.

COLONEL: Hah! You’re not going anywhere!!

He shoves Zero away with his sword and tries to slash at X, who quickly dodges the blade with a dash-jump toward the far wall. Then, he kick-jumps his way toward the raised Launch Pad.

COLONEL: No!!

ZERO: Hyuh!

He jumps toward Colonel, who turns around and clashes sabers once again.

Zero grits his teeth as he stares at his former friend in the face.

ZERO: I don’t want to fight. Step back.

COLONEL: Ahh, of course. I’m sure you went through all this trouble just to talk… Grrrah!

He rushes him again and makes three strikes against Zero’s saber, who parries with a persistent scowl.

COLONEL: I’m sorry. I can’t let you through…

Zero shakes his head.

ZERO: Iris will be sad if she loses you…

COLONEL: Don’t be so presumptuous, Zero! Save it until after you’ve defeated me!

ZERO: Fine!

He /kicks Colonel hard in the gut.

COLONEL: /Grruuh.

Colonel flails back a few steps. Zero jumps after him with an overhead slash. Their blades clash back and forth, three times before Colonel rushes Zero with a lunging dash.

ZERO: Huah?

COLONEL: Shaa!

Colonel slices a blade at Zero’s ribs.

ZERO: (reacting) Guhhh!

His right hand forms a cracked buster as he unleashes his Raijingeki attack on him. It has no effect on Colonel, who simply laughs and jumps back.

COLONEL: Hmph.

He swipes his blade against the air again and again to create powerful energy beams, which surprise Zero.

ZERO: Huh? /Ahhh.

He dodges one, but gets /hit by two energy slices.

COLONEL: Hahaha!

ZERO: (grunting) Grrrghh.

He dashes around the beams to Colonel’s side and slashes against his saber three times. Colonel parries against each saber clash until, Zero surprises him with a fiery Ryuenjin upper-cut.

COLONEL: Huh??

His arm is flung back, leaving him wide open for an attack. The flames somewhat burn his skin on Zero’s way up, but it is the sharp icicle tip of Zero’s Hienkyaku blade, which stabs Colonel in the chest and truly affects him.

COLONEL: (writhing) Huuuuaaaaahhhh!!!!

ZERO: (grinning, dark) Oooh. You didn’t like that, did ya?

Colonel narrows his eyes at his foe.

ZERO: (cocky) Hah! /Hm? /Whhuuuooohhhh!!!!

He strikes a blade at Colonel, who quickly phase-teleports through the blade, /confusing him. Then, he re-teleports in the same place and /strikes Zero hard across the stomach.

Zero bleeds out and holds onto his stomach.

ZERO: …Damn, you.

COLONEL: No, Zero. Damn you. You have falsely labeled us as Mavericks and doomed us to rot in Space.

ZERO: It doesn’t have to be that way! We figured it out. Let’s just call together a Press-

COLONEL: NO!!! It’s too late for that!! We’re leaving this Planet to start a new Nation amongst the Stars, and if anyone dares try to challenge us, we’ll blow them apart!!! Energy Breaker!!!!

Zero’s eyes widen as Colonel calls upon more power to his Red Saber. A lightning bolt strikes down into Colonel’s saber, who tilts it upside down and plants it into the ground. Suddenly currents crawl all across the floor, and /electrocute Zero at his feet.

ZERO: /HUuuaa-aaaa-hhhhhh!!!!!

COLONEL: Heheheh.. You foolish upstart. I’m going to enjoy ending your life.

Zero gets back up with another smug grin on his face as he wipes some burn scuffs off of his cheeks.

ZERO: There it is. Now the true colors show.

Colonel points at Zero with an accusatory saber.

COLONEL: Hmph! You talk of true colors. Why don’t you show me yours!?

His saber swells with more electrical pulses as he plants it into the ground once again.

ZERO: You want me to go there!? I’ll do it!!

Zero jumps as the electricity from Colonel’s saber moves across the floor once again. The currents divert upward into the sky, almost striking Zero once again. Instead, Zero is able to dodge a current with a persistent secondary jump in mid-air. He can feel his body evolving once again as he decides to let it all go.

His armor becomes darker shades of crimson as Zero’s second jump turns into a flipping slash with his purple Saber. It cuts right across Colonel’s shoulder. When Zero lands, his armor is fully coated in black. His hair, a slightly auburn color as his blue gem, shifts into a teal coloring.

ZERO: I’ll hold nothing, back.

Colonel’s eyes widen as Zero quickly strikes him across the chest two more times. Affected, Colonel stays silent, as he phase-teleports away and gets down on one knee, hurt.

COLONEL: (panting) Huh… huh… Good. So you finally reveal your true self. I always knew you were holding back.

ZERO: (annoyed, dark) Yeah!? What of it??

COLONEL: You are a menace to society, who never should have been created. I’m going to make sure that I end you.

ZERO: Hmph. I’d like to see you try…

COLONEL: Heheh… Zero, Zero, Zero. Always gloating…

He gets up and pulls more power into his saber, making it glow with purple power of his own.

ZERO: Hm?

COLONEL: (declaring) Grooound Crush!!!!

Colonel high jumps and slashes an energy beam upon his landing, which creates a purple wave of power, which grows larger as it reaches Zero until it engulfs him.

ZERO: OOOOuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhH!!!!!!!!!

When the dust clears, Zero is seen lying on the floor, damaged and defeated.

Colonel walks over to his fallen foe.

COLONEL: …You are finished. Now stay away from my Sister.

With that remark, Zero’s green gem shines brightly as does his left fist.

He turns over and pounds his fist into the ground, creating his powerful new Giga Attack, the Rakuhouha.

At close range, this causes Colonel to fall to the ground immediately.

ZERO: Ya know… I was willing to let you walk away, until you said that…

He slowly rises to his feet.

COLONEL: …I was never, going to walk away from this…

He gets up as quickly as his damaged body will allow.

Both hold up their sabers, ready to run after one another.

ZERO: Then, this is it - one final strike to determine it all.

Colonel closes his eyes and nods his head, accepting his challenge.

COLONEL: So, be it.

Colonel swiftly dashes into Zero and swipes his blade.

Zero dodges it with a jump.

Colonel phase-teleports with a fake-out and re-appears to catch Zero again.

Zero performs a secondary air-jump, narrowly avoiding Colonel’s second blade.

ZERO: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!

Zero pulls his Saber down and shrouds it in ice as he carves Frost Blade through Colonel’s chest.

COLONEL: Hooouuuuuaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhh…………

Colonel falls down to one knee, and plants his saber in the ground, using it as a crutch to stay up.

Zero calms down as he stares at his fallen foe. His armor slowly changes color from black to crimson, and finally to red as Colonel speaks.

COLONEL: …Impressive Zero! But it’s too late!

ZERO: What!?

COLONEL: Repliforce has left for Space! Even if I perish, Repliforce lives.

ZERO: …Colonel.

COLONEL: …Zero. Tell Iris, that her brother died happily for what he believed in!

Zero flinches as he looks at Colonel with concerned, guilty eyes.

COLONEL: …Good bye Zero!

ZERO: Colonel!!!

At that moment, Colonel’s ruptured core cannot take it any more. He explodes before Zero violently, who can do nothing but teleport away to avoid the blast.

NARRATOR: (v.o, narrating) Time stamp: November, 27th. 5:42 PM. The Colonel of the Repliforce has been destroyed!

- cut to –

------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. SPACE PORT – Runway – DAY -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mid-battle, Tau notices Zero’s red teleport beam fade into the sunset sky after hearing an explosion from nearby.

CAPTAIN: (o.s, filtered) We have Confirmation. Mission Accomplished. Get out of there.

TAU: Roger. Fall back everybody! Mission Accomplished!!

Tau immediately teleports away. Freeze Alopex falls back with the injured wolves. Venzo and Takuma bow out of their fights against Spiral Pegasus and Burn Dino-Rex. While Daiske, Bahena and Stone Rook lie dead at their feet.

BURN DINO-REX: Hmph! Cowards…

The two Repliforce lieutenants share a look of concern when they realize that they have lost.

SPIRAL PEGASUS: (gasping) Oh no. The Colonel!!

- cut to –

------------------------------------------------------------------------- EXT. OUTER SPACE – Repliforce Fleet – NIGHT -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Outside of the Earth, a Retreating Fleet of Repliforce Air Ships evacuate the Earth.

NARRATOR: (v.o, narrating) The Colonel is dead, but the rest of the Repliforce have retreated to Outer Space. What will become of this… I truly do not know. Will they concede defeat, or will the last of their forces retaliate? Is our Future headed in the right direction? Were the Maverick Hunters right to participate in this Great Repliforce War? What marks will this leave in History?

Zoom into a window, where Iris looks forlorn, staring at the Earth.

NARRATOR: ( v.o, narrating) ..And what implications will this development have on Neutral parties like Iris? What will a World without the Repliforce, look like? Perhaps at last, with a World between us, both parties can finally live in Peace.

The Fleet retreats towards an enormous Space Station shaped like a weapon.

-Freeze Frame. Grainy Effect.-

-Fade to black-

#S.IV #Ep. 14 #Stalemate #Maverick Hunters #Repliforce #retreat #Alia #Blizzard Wolfang death #Force Armor #Ultimate Armor #Space Port stage #Burn Dino-Rex #Sprial Pegasus #Zero vs Colonel

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Onsra ─ 2

Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Epilogue

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Jimin Genre: angst Word count: 2.2k ✘ Warnings: Brief mentions of suggestive themes (not smut!), infidelity

Summary: Your ex comes back in means for reconciliation, but old scars never fade. Especially, when someone ends up re-opening the wounds, once again.

“In the flesh,” He whispers, eyes gleaming. A beatific smile plastered across his face, while he continues to watch you struggle at keeping the door open, “I’m back, Y/N.”

You heart pounds loudly against your ears and you feel your throat burning with nausea, why was he back? Why now?

“Jimin,” You utter softly, “You shouldn’t be here…” He looked no different from the day he had departed, leaving the house as he howled out in frustration, heart heavy with burdened fault. The night when you had drunk yourself to sleep as you suffered by the throbbing of your massive heartbreak.

Warmth envelops you and hiccups escape you as the tears sprung free. Jimin was hugging you. With his lips pressed against your ear, he whispers, “Let me in.” Don’t allow him to walk past that door.

Following you inside after you closed the door, he admires the fact that the house was the same as it had been when he left it. You wanted him back because you too, missed him. Jimin and you walk into the bedroom and without a moment’s notice, you both fall onto the bed. The lonely nights you laid in those sheets, missing what you both used to be.

“I missed you so, so much Y/N…thank god you’re still here,” he mumbles, husky breaths following after. He leans his forehead to yours and you exhale softly as he tightens his grip around your hips, pressing his lips lush against your own.

“I missed you too,” You whimper, running your hands through his dyed, blonde hair as he kissed your collarbones gently. His body pressed against yours, sinking the two of you deeper into the mattress. You sigh as he loosens his tie, his fingers patiently undoing each stud from his white button-down shirt and he brings you closer. The sharp crinkles of plastic wrinkle in the darkness and he touched you intimately as he did before, once again.

Your eyes open and you meet the ceiling. How could you let this happen? A feeling of warmth is tied to your bare mid-section and you sigh, torn between ripping out of his embrace or to submerge into it until you drowned.

Carefully, you remove his hands and step out of the bed to rinse, by-stepping past the clothes piled at the edges on the floor. Jimin was here, he was back. Twisting the knob off, you dry yourself off and change into a blue t-shirt and some red shorts before heading into the kitchen. You reach and turn on your phone, your lips go dry:

10 AM

???: Hey Y/N, want to go out again? I found this Grill place and guess what!??

???: They have a salad bar just for you! It’s perfect!

???: Let’s go tonight? I can pick you up at your place, just tell me your address

Suddenly, a pair of arms are wrapped around your waist and a grunt sounds behind you and then ─

“Sleep okay, beautiful?”

Your face distorts into pain, you never thought you would hear that smooth, light and caring tone ever again; after he had left you scarred on such a harsh and angry note, you almost forgot about it.

Nodding, you try to pull away, but he holds onto you tighter. He starts kissing along the nape of your neck, but you shove him back harder.

“That’s enough, Jimin. You’ve already left me,” Your voice unsteady as you struggle to hold in your threatening sobs, “You shouldn’t be back here…”

He frowns and grips your shoulders to turn you, facing him as your back lightly hit the edge of the counter. His eyes dark and solemn with melancholy, “I’m here, because I missed you Y/N!” Jimin tries to bring you into another hug, but you shake your head and push against his now-clothed, built chest. Missed you, not because he loved you, he simply missed this – the feeling.

“If you loved me, why did you leave me in the first place?” His face freezes once your teary eyes gaze up to him, desiring an answer.

“Y-Y/N…you know, why I left you…” Jimin struggles to whisper, shame ingrained on his face.

You didn’t want to hear him say it now, even though that had been all you wanted to hear when you realized he wasn’t coming back the next morning or the day after that — you didn’t need to hear it anymore. The way his hands trailed down her thighs, interwinding at the small of her back in means to hold her tighter, and how his face clashed against her own greedy lips hidden behind a curtain of hair. How he gently held her to the wall and that was the reason behind why you ran, ran away from your fiancé who was loving another woman.

You covered your ears — turned away from him before he admits that he loved her and not you, in front of your face.

“Jimin, I want you to leave, now.” Your eyes fixed to the wall, blinking away your despair. You didn’t wish to look at his sad eyes anymore, avoiding his pained face.

“Y-”

“ – Get out!” You shout and slowly, he treads and goes out the door, this time — by your command. With tear-drops running freely down your wet cheeks, you respond to Jungkook:

Y/N: Sounds good ;) See you tonight

“Are you serious?! Have you finally come to a realization Y/N?” Your eyebrows furrow, keeping your phone at a safe distance from you ear. You called your best friend, admitting to her that you and Jungkook were hitting off well and that you were going on another date tonight.

“Wow, I’m so proud of you!!! Do you have another outfit?” She asks and you mutter a small ‘yes’ as you twirl around lightly before your mirror. It was a simple black skirt with a collared light blue blouse buttoned and tucked in.

You both talk for awhile as you get ready, combing your hair and deciding to stick a small bow in. Jungkook had texted that the restaurant wasn’t as sophisticated as the first one, so you were both able to dress a bit more casual this date, to which you preferred.

A call comes rushing in and you rapidly tell your friend, “Ah, he’s calling!”

She giggles on the other side of the line and you both exchanged short byes before you answer Jungkook. Staring at your reflection, ensuring that all of your tears have dried away, you ask a small, “Hello?”

“Took you long enough,” he teases on the other line and you roll your eyes, “I’m here.” As if he was waiting that long.

You slip on a pair of cute sneakers, distractedly grab the black handbag dazzling with all sorts of jewels, and hurry out of the door to seek his car. Smiling, you jog to a black sleek vehicle as Jungkook waves over to you from the opened window. He snickers behind one of his hands at the finishing touch of the very dark purse that contrasted negatively compared to your bright outfit.

“So, anything new?” Jungkook asks, shoveling another mouthful of steak into his mouth, his eyes hovering up to yours.

He was dressed in a long black t-shirt that topped over his skinny jeans. The man had a relaxed, but cool sense of fashion with the extra touch of a pair of Timberland boots.

“Well,” You scoff out, pushing your bangs back, realizing how ridiculous all the following events prior had been, “My ex came back last night…”

His eyes widen and he swallows, “What?! Did something happen?”

“Ah, he just…missed me. But, he broke my heart again today, so I needed to come out for a bit…” You look up considerably to him, his eyes tender and kind as he places his utensils down to reach across the table for your hands that held your own tools, barely digging into the greens.

“It seems that all he does is hurt you, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes, focused in concentration before he announces his resolution, “I’ll make sure that this is the best night of your life!” Determinedly, he practically breathes up the chunks of meat and you laugh along the way, finishing what remained of the salad.

After you two finished, Jungkook, with his hand in yours, you both walked out of the restaurant to seek the hotel residing next door and rented a room.

“Ughh, I’m so full,” You whine when you crash on the bed, patting your stomach and claiming a pillow.

Jungkook quietly sits beside you, watching you with deep darkened eyes, “Y/N…You deserve better,“ He murmurs and caresses your knuckles with his fingers.

Your eyes observe how slow his eyelashes flutter, then you notice the scar marked into his cheekbone, “What happened here?” Your fingers reach out to brush over it and he takes your hand into his palm.

“A fight with my older brother, over who would play computer games when we were younger with only one lousy computer to share,” He’s chuckling at the memory and kisses your hand. Sleepily, you continue to look at him as he does to you and as if by magic, his face brushes close and your lips are sealed together.

Dragging a hand down to your thigh, he smiles at you, “Is this okay?”

You nod and darkness overcomes you with bliss from his touches.

“Gosh, I’m so full!” He complains and you smirk, “Then you shouldn’t have eaten all those crepes!” You two walk out of a creperie and charge towards the Yogurt Land just down the street.

You and Jungkook had been dating for 3 weeks now, consisting of constant cheer and food shared with love and passion. You couldn’t be more content with everything he was to you and for you, having long paused Jimin at the back of your mind.

It was until one morning, a Saturday morning, that you were feeling frequent stomachaches and having to run to the bathroom constantly to deposit everything you’d eaten. You also noticed that there were no mark this month on your calendar and though it had occurred to you, you wished it would not be the case, it tempted you enough to buy a pack of tests and you hurried home.

The pounding in your head stopped as you froze, goosebumps plotting along your skin as a violent shiver went up your spine at the plus sign indicated on the meter. You were pregnant. Sweat is falling from the sides of your head as you become conflicted, lost and worried in the depth of your thoughts because there were two possibilities. Two possibilities and one of them would claim fatherhood of your child, Jungkook…or Jimin.

“J-Jungkook!” You holler when he arrives in your house, coming towards you immediately. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds them still from your rapid shivering in an attempt to calm you down.

“What’s wrong Y/N??” He’s looking you up and down before bringing you back into his tight clasp.

You whisper quietly, as if telling a rather large secret, into his ear, “Jungkook…I’m pregnant.”

A shudder runs through him and he pulls away, staring at you, horrified and hurt as he steps back slowly to look at you cautiously, “A-are you sure Y/N? Positive?”

You nod slowly, eyes watering as you hold up the meter, the plus sign hauntingly engraved into his head. Jungkook tightens his hands together to keep them from trembling and nods, forcing on a grim smile as his mind runs busy with thoughts; with responsibilities and consequences.

Then, he asks you, “Hey, Y/N…do you mind if I tell you, a secret too?”

You blink a few times, your head inclining to short nods, completely unprepared for ─

“I…I have a wife.”

A sharp gasp echoes against the house walls and you realize it was your own as rage instantly erupted within you, fighting back the leaking tears singeing at the corners of your eyes as your face tightens, snapping out, “Jungkook, how could you do this her…?”

The sympathy and pity you felt towards and for her made you ache, because Jimin did the exact same thing to you and your wounds began to bleed, yet again. Not again. Your eyes peer down to your stomach, instinctively cupping it with both of your cold hands as you feel the disgust twisting within you, “What am I supposed to do now…?” You didn’t have the guts to mention you both in this scenario, for it was more complicated for one than the other.

Jungkook shakes his head, veined hands gripping through his hair desperately and he peers over to you, “I… we, can never tell her. You need to pretend.”

“Pretend…?” You continue to glare at him under teary eyes.

He nods, face hard as he carefully arranges a plan and licks his dry lips, “You slept with him a few weeks prior as well, yes?” Your eyes widen and he says exactly what you have in mind, “It needs to be your ex’s, Y/N. Can you do that-”

You are washed over in disbelief at his joke of a solution, that this could actually be pulled off, as if it would all be that simple and end up okay. You shut your eyes, chest stinging against the agony of betrayal and distraught by his ignorance, “Jungkook, please...leave my house.”

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