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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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request please? lately i have been having a lot abandonment anxiety when it comes to friendships and i was wondering how you think javi or din might help someone with an anxious attachment style? thank you lovely 🥰

Irrational (Din Djarin x f!Reader)

Summary: above ^^

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: language; talk of fighting and weapons, reader has a panic attack PLEASE be aware that it’s coming and somewhat descriptive.

A/N: I really really love this! I hope you guys do too :) as always, thanks to my beta reading babes!

Din Djarin has been abandoned before. Often on a mission, sometimes on a lone planet with no credits or ways out. He always survives, of course, and vengeance is taken. One thing he absolutely can’t fathom is abandoning someone he loves, or more specifically someone who loves him.

Abandonment isn’t an issue when you’ve never had someone to be attached to. Din spent many many years with absolutely no one. When his parents died, it felt like he was abandoned, sure, but it was clearly not their decision to leave him. When he was taken in by the Mandalorians, they kept him at an arm’s length. He was a foundling; they cared for him well, taught him The Way and The Creed, fed him well. But he was never adopted into a specific clan, rather passed around the covert like the communal task each family had an obligation to fulfill.

Then he became a bounty hunter. The life was solitary and lonely, cold and bleak. It was rare that Din would team up with other bounty hunters, really only when forced to. The Razor Crest became his baby, his only possession and love besides his blasters and beskar. The thing was a piece of bantha shit, but he kept it in good shape.

Then came the kid. Din knew it was wrong. Bounties are to be turned in and paid for, then you forget the job happened. But when that little green thing stared up at Din, the big brown eyes seeming to stare through the dark black of his visor, he knew he couldn’t. This was a child, a baby with no family and no way to protect itself. He certainly couldn’t turn it over to the hands of the ex-Imperials.

Din experienced his first real attachment with the child. He cares for that little thing more than he’s ever cared about anything. He’d cross galaxies, kill and maim and injure for the sake of the little green baby.

Oh Maker, then he met you.

Din had never seen anything like you. You were playing with the kids in the marketplace, laughing as they ran and played around you, before you squealed in delight at the sight of a little green toddler wandering up to you. He’d climbed in your lap, looked up at you with those big eyes, massive ears twitching. You’d stroked his head and cooed to him before you looked up to find his father; subsequently, you felt your heart fall into your stomach at the sight of the Mandalorian man.

“You’re good with kids.”

Well no shit. You nodded. “Yes. I love them. Is this your son?” you ask, looking back down at the three green fingers wrapped around your thumb.

He nods. “He is a foundling under my care.” He watched as the baby grabbed at the golden armband encircling your bicep. You’re absolutely gorgeous. The armband glows against your skin, your beautiful body evident even through the loose and flowing clothing you wear. “Do you take care of these children as a job?”

You shook your head. “No. We don’t have jobs here, necessarily. They just wanted me to play.” You scanned the man, searching for skin. You found none. “Are you green under there too?”

The Mandalorian did not answer. “I’m looking for a caretaker for the child while I hunt bounties. You’d stay in my ship and care for him. I pay well and you’d get to travel the galaxy.”

“You barely know me,” you laughed, removing the little green baby’s fingers from their tight grip on the gold band on your arm.

He gave a half shrug. “He likes you.”

And you’d agreed. And it’s been almost a full cycle now, a cycle of living in the beat-up ship and caring for the little green baby. You’ve seen the most beautiful and the ugliest of planets, experienced extreme heat and extreme cold. You’ve been to beautiful cities, unique jungles and forests and ice planets.

In that time, you got to know the Mandalorian too. It took quite some time to crack his beskar shell. He hardly talked to you in the first month. Then your persistence had loosened him a little, then a little more, then just enough. You know more of him than any other living being does. He’s told you his name: Din Djarin, a name that flows and stops and radiates the power of the bounty hunter. He told you the story of his childhood, of hunts gone wrong and hunts gone right.

You love listening as he tells you and the child the story of the child’s rescue from the ex-Imperials. The baby snuggles against your lap as his father regales the two of you with the epic battles, the fights Din went through for this little child. You both applaud at the end, and put the baby to bed with a kiss between those big brown eyes.

He’s a wonderful man. You’ve formed an easy friendship with him, one that has honestly progressed on your end. At night, you find yourself fantasizing about what he looks like beneath his armor, how the muscles of his broad shoulders move when he climbs the ladder to the cockpit or lifts the child. You like to think he may feel the same for you, but you don’t push it. You don’t want to push him away.

Din has been away for far too long. He always highballs the dates he gives you, saying that an assignment will take three days when he knows it will only take two or a week when it will only be five days. This is a pattern you’ve come to notice; Din is alway back “early”, but now he is late. Really late.

Before he left, Din had opened your bunk compartment, causing you to groan at the light filtering in. You’ve been sleeping since the Crest made a rocky landing on Nevarro a few hours earlier. “Cyare,” he’d murmured, a rare ungloved hand warm on your bare arm, contact broken by your metal armband. You don’t know what the word means. You hope it’s something good.

“What is it?” You groaned, rolling onto your back to look at him. “Leaving?”

He nodded, the silhouette of his helmet-covered head against the soft light of the hull. “Leaving. I’ll be back in four days at the most.”

You offered him a sleepy smile, one that he could see in the warm glow of the lights you’d installed in the ship to navigate easier at night. “Good luck. May the Force be with you,” you teased, making the normally stoic man chuckle a little.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

You didn’t protest, rolling over and letting the heaviness of sleep drag you back under.

Now, you really wish you’d have talked with him more then. You’re almost certain you’ll never see him again.

You’re not exactly sure what it was in your brain that triggered the thought. Maybe Din just actually took the amount of time he’d said for once, you thought on the fourth day. But now it’s been eight days, double the amount that he’d told you he’d be gone, and you’re stressed.

He always makes good on his word. He should be back by now. He always does. Did he get injured or killed, maybe captured by the bounty he was stalking? You ponder your ideas aloud as you pace back and forth in the hull of the Razor Crest, the little green baby tucked in his soundproof pram to sleep.

There’s likely a rational explanation. You’re sure there is. Maybe the bounty jumped ship, completely threw Din off of his tracks. Maybe the bounty is more clever than anticipated and Din is working extra just to find them. There’s surely a reason, but a little nagging voice in your head says that something is wrong.

In the first few days following Din’s date to return, your primary worry is that he’s hurt or dead somewhere on this barren planet. There are many other bounty hunters here, in this haven for Guild workers. What if one of them discovered Din still has the baby? What if they were coming for you here next?

Maybe you should go look for him. Maybe he’s injured and needs your help. He could be held by another hunter, or by the ex-Imperials- you can’t even bear to think of them harming Din for taking their precious cargo back. The thought makes you squeeze the little green baby tighter to your chest, even after he gives a whine of annoyance at the pressure.

But Din would never forgive you if you put yourself in harm’s way for him. This planet is dangerous, full of bad people who will do what it takes to get their credits. Most importantly, you can’t leave this ship with the kid. Certainly people here are looking for him. Someone would spot him and you’d be in for disaster. The anxiety fills your days and even seeps into your dreams, making you sleep less and more fitfully. On the eighth day, perhaps the most terrifying idea strikes you: what if Din just... left you?

Of course, there are plenty of signs why he hasn’t. The ship is one of his rare material possessions. He’d never give up the machine that’s been a home to him for the last however many years. Weapons are part of his religion, and he only took a sparse amount with him for this hunt. His prized pulse rifle still hangs in his armory, with an abundance of whistling birds he didn’t take either.

Most importantly, you’re still here with the kid. The baby is practically Din’s son. He adores him… but what if it’s all too much? You’ve become like a little family. That may be too domestic for him. Maybe he’s sick of the responsibility, of caring for two beings when so much of his life has been solitary. Even worse, maybe he’s just sick of you.

There are plenty of rational explanations. You know it. The baby can sense your anxiety, can feel the tension running through the air surrounding you, and he feels it too. He’s fussy, requiring more snacks and more attention. He tugs far too much on your armband and it pinches now, his little claws getting too long. You don’t mind- it’s a distraction, really- but your mind is never fully on feeding the baby, rather hyper analyzing Din’s mind as you know it and hoping he’ll return.

The hours pass. Din doesn’t return. You become more and more certain that he’s abandoned you for good. He isn’t coming back, ever, because he hates you. He was nice to you as a courtesy, nothing more, only as a protector of his child. This type of family is too much for the lone-wolf style man. He can’t do it anymore. You’re on your own.

In your head, the thought of him abandoning you is too much. It weighs heavily on your self-esteem, convincing you that this is all your fault and you’ve done too much, or not enough, or something wrong in general that sent Din packing and gone. He did it because you’re annoying, because he’s sick of you.

Rational thoughts are pushed to the furthest corner of your mind. Your brain is occupied by self hatred, by terror, by a sickening buzzing feeling in your head and chest that feels like a parasite eating you from the inside out.

It’s too much. You fall to the floor, sliding your back down the metal wall. Your rear contacts the floor as the tears fall from your face, your emotions drowning out your senses. You can’t use any of your senses, just think and process the agony your brain is putting you through.

Burying your face in your hands, you finally allow the tears you’ve been holding in all week to flow. It’s a relief, the hot tears streaming down your equally hot face, blood rushing to the surface. The anxiety buzzing in your head has reached a breaking point; you’re sure the tension is boiling your brains, making it bubble and roil as the thoughts pull you down and down so far you feel you’ve fallen through the floor of the Crest and into the dry Nevarro dirt.

You nearly wail, wheezing in air only to expel it in harsh sobs as the fear wraps your body and constricts it. You’re enveloped by it, trapped in a coffin mixed with a tornado mixed with a firestorm and a hurricane.

Then it all stops. The heat is broken by something cold- beskar. You force your eyes to see and they finally perceive that Din is in front of you. Then you feel again, feel the chilled metal all over your skin as he wraps his arms around you. You smell him, his faded soap from whenever he bathed last, his sweat and the smell of the Nevarro dust. You can taste your salty tears. The last sense to come back puts you most at ease: his voice. “Talk to me, please,” Din asks of you.

You nod and try to speak, but you’re still gasping for air, your lungs unable to fill. When you slow down and make yourself breathe, you’re finally able to manage words. “Thought you were gone forever. Thought you left because of me.”

The beskar helmet tilts to the side, taking you in. You’re sure you’re a mess; eyes bloodshot, face tearstained, snot probably all over you as well. Din’s quiet for a moment. “Why would you think that?”

“You said four days. You always come back early, but you were gone for eight days.”

His chest rises and falls slowly beneath the beskar plate. “I know. I’m sorry. But why would you think I’d leave you?”

The tears return. “I don’t know, Din, I-”

“No, shh,” Din murmurs and wipes your face. “No more tears. I’m here.”

Din stands and takes you with him, his arms wrapped tight around your body to bring you to your feet. He walks you to the edge of the bunk and hands you a canteen of water to drink. You look at him and he looks back. There’s a silence and an unspoken battle between the two of you over who will break it.

Din breaks first. “I got the bounty easily. I was late because of… something else.”

Your face falls into a frown. “You took double the amount of time and didn’t tell me? Whatever this ‘something else’ is, it better be worth it.”

Din breathes in and out deeply before producing a soft fabric bag. “I didn’t leave you. I’m back. And… I got you something to show that I’ll never leave you.”

From the bag, his leather-covered hand produces something silver. Your eyes, blurry with tears, take a moment to perceive it: an armband of some silver material- oh, it’s beskar. It’s cold to the touch but you take it from him to admire it and find it is emblazoned with an insignia: a mudhorn. “The symbol of Clan Djarin,” he says gently, though he’s sure you know. It’s on his pauldron. It’s on the baby’s necklace. “We… are a family, aren’t we?”

You don’t respond; rather, you throw your arms around his neck and the tears return, but happily. “We are,” you whimper, your throat constricted by a sob. You cry into his neck, staining the fabric of his cowl and cape with your tears.

He understands they’re good tears, and so he lets them flow. His arms wrap around you and rest on your back, gently rubbing it as you cry into him. As the sobs calm, the tears end, you remain in his arms. Din holds you tight against his chest. “I’ve never made a better decision than hiring you. It was supposed to just be a babysitting job, but… I fell in love.”

Your heart stops and you pull back. “You’re in love? With me?”

Din nods. “I… yes. I am.”

A smile crosses your face, the joy emphasized by how wide your smile is in the presence of your tears. “I love you too,” you manage before your throat squeezes off your words, making you cry happily and hug him yet again.

With your face buried in his neck, you nuzzle your face in and are rewarded with a soft patch of stubbled skin beneath the tip of your nose. You can feel his throat vibrate when he speaks again. “We are a clan of three now. I promise you, I will never leave you. Don’t even entertain the thought again. Understand?”

You nod, not wanting to move your face and lose contact with this intimate spot of him, the first humanness you’ve been able to get beneath the beskar. You kiss the skin there softly. Din knows it’s your answer: understood. I love you.

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latenightdecaf · 4 years ago

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Entry 8 - Afternoon coffee and reminiscing

part of the let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life

series of drabbles/one shots

no warnings

a/n: i was suddenly reminded of the time Yoongi mentioned that their old studio got flooded during their trainee days (?) and Joon reminding everyone that there’s no need to worry about flooding in the new hybe building. 😂 so here’s an image in my head—coffee, reminiscing and yoongi driving. Thank you human, for dropping by. 👋🏻

Word count: 1,251

“Hey, stranger.” As soon as you entered the cafe, a big grin on your face appeared recognizing that familiar figure with his black cap and large military jacket slouching on the pastry aisle and looking. “I think I know you from somewhere.”

“Oh hey—“ looking up from the pastries, he immediately looked your way and recognized your voice even on such busy cafe.

“I can’t believe I bumped into you here on broad daylight.” Lining up directly behind him and scanning the pastry aisle.

“You make it sound like I’m a vampire.” Nodding your head on this statement.

“You sort of are. What are you doing around this area?” still scanning the displayed pastries, eyeing for some croissant.

“I came to pick up some new speakers, I want to see them for myself.”

“There’s a music equipment shop around here?”

Before you even know it Yoongi’s already up to the cashier.

“Yeah, you’ll have what?” Stopping to ask you but before you can even speak he said, “Hot caramel macchiato and those butter croissants?” Stunned and caught off guard.

“Stop reading my mind please, I have no idea how you do that. But make it decaf.” Yoongi looked back at you with brief confusion on his face and turned into the cashier.

“Hi! One iced americano, one hot decaf caramel macchiato and two butter croissant.”

And handed in his card in return. You followed him as you both walked on the other end of the counter.

“So how’s your new speakers? Are they making you happy?” You teasingly asked.

“I wouldn’t go all the way here if they’re not worth it.” Replying in such serious tone.

Getting both of your coffees and bag of croissants, juggling everything in his hands as he make his way to the chair outside. Putting everything down and you sitting right in front of him. Afternoon sun blazing in, hinting the end of yet another work day.

“You don’t seem busy today.” he pointed out as soon as he sat down.

Letting out a deep sigh and looking outside, “Well—yeah. I’m almost done… ish. I hope.” Ignoring the topic about your work, so you just turned into him instead. “You? No work today?”

Yoongi quietly sipping on his iced americano in front of you, and putting it back on the table with a slight grin on his face.

“No, I’m taking the day off today. Bought my new speakers and will probably just install it tomorrow.” You smiled in reply and sipped on your coffee.

“You know just a few blocks from here was our agency’s old building. Well it was basically a rundown basement, and I was basically a kid trying to make it.” He smiled as he reminisced. You were just looking at him intently and listening. “You know what one time, it was raining so hard and I’ve been in the studio for more than 24 hours, trying to meet deadlines, rewriting songs for the boss’ approval and i stepped out for a while to get coffee. And when I came back, the studio was already flooded.” He laughed and you can see it in his eyes how he got lost in those memories, how it lives inside him still.

“I called everyone I know that was still there. Even the trainee dancers came to help evacuate everything. It was funny now—but back then the stress was too high and despite the flood all I could think about are the speakers and deadline.” Shaking his head and sipping on his coffee.

“Well you made it, Yoongi.” With a big grin on your face. “Min Yoongi of that year, that hard working kid, evacuating all of his precious equipments in the middle of a flood, that kid—is so proud of you. I am proud of you.” He smiled at you in return.

You looked at your buzzing phone and saw Hye-jin’s name and you immediately answered. “Yeah?” “You left your wallet on your desk here and your pencil. Are you okay?” You let out a soft chuckle. “I’m okay, I’m still downstairs. I’ll come up and get it.” You looked at your company and said, “Well, I left something upstairs.” Yoongi was not even surprised. “Of course, you did.” You got up from your seat and left your drink. “I’ll come up quickly and get it.” “Wait.” Yoongi grabbed your wrist. “You have your car with you?”

“Nah, I’m too sleepy to drive. Took the subway this morning for that extra nap.” With a huge grin on your face as if that was such a achievement.

“Of course. Let’s go home together.”

You nodded and he lets go of his grasp on your wrist. “I’ll go up—quick.”

“No rush.” He said and you went your way.

Rushing back to the office to get your forgotten belongings and when Hye Jin called your attention to bring you the good news. “The final draft has been approved. I mean, there are still revisions for the story but your illustrations are already good to go. You can now sleep, woman.” You immediately hugged her in extreme gladness. “Thank you, really. I’ll be off tomorrow to sleep—you’ll definitely allow me right?” Hye Jin just nodded happily approving your one day’s notice. Rushing to get your stuff on your desk, and as you make your way out you shouted back to Hye Jin, “Don’t call me tomorrow. I won’t answer!” Hye Jin shouting right back, “I won’t!”

And as you run back down to the coffee shop, with heart beating fast from all the running. You stopped to catch your breathe, beside Yoongi. Hands holding on the back of his chair, breathing heavily with him looking at you, “I told you no rush.” You just smiled at him. “I know, but I have to get out of there quick. My final draft has finally been approved!” Sitting back on your chair, “I can finally sleep now.” And sipping on glass of water in front of you and sighing with the greatest relief.

“I’m glad.” Yoongi said with a smile. “So what do you want for dinner?” Putting all your stuff in your bag, and taking a bite of your left over croissant. You hum as you think of the perfect dinner to close the day. “How bout I cook dinner tonight? since you’re driving and all.”“Sounds good.”

“How bout Bulgogi? They say I make great Bulgogi.” Yoongi smiled at the thought of meat.

“Great! Any meat’s prefect.” He stood from his seat, and reached your tote from you hand to carry it. Naturally letting him, you hold in your hand your phone and your coffee as you follow him on your way out.

Few meters away from the cafe, walking out in the street beside this tall man that’s carrying your tote like groceries. You breathe in the outside air with your eyes close you stopped and said, “What a nice day.”

Yoongi going ahead and clicking in his car keys. He dropped your bag at the back passenger seat, looked at you afterwards with a fond smile on his face. “Come on! You still have dinner to cook.” His voice made you open your eyes. Rushing into the right side of the car, he got in his side when you did. Buckling your seatbelt and gazing at the man on your left, feeling even more thankful. You smiled, Yoongi didn’t notice it but you just feel thankful enough that he’s here.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Unlikely lovers Chapter Four

Chapter four has landed. Here are the pervious chapters if you need a quick catch up:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

@beccabarba and I have been so excited for his series and it means a lot to us all positive comments we have been getting about it, so thank you all for reading.

Warnings: Is episode based. Naughty girl style. Just cheeky Nick and Smut.

WC: 2488

Enjoy x

Even though you’d decided to tell the squad about your relationship, something about actually doing so was harder than either of you thought it would be. Being committed to each other in private was one thing, but facing questions and curiosity from the others – even when it was good natured – seemed like an intrusion neither of you was quite ready for. You were also both concerned about being seen as anything less than professional when you were working together – or being separated once you’d declared your relationship officially. So you were stalling, watching and waiting for the right time. Never once did you doubt Nick’s feelings for you, and you could tell by how often he was smiling these days that he was very happy in this relationship.

Before either of you had found the right moment to say something, the whole unit was swept into another investigation, a series of rapes, with victims who had picked up their rapist in the city’s gay bars. After the third such attack left the victim with serious injuries in Bellevue Hospital, it was decided that an UC surveillance operation in the popular bars, for as many nights as it took, would be the most effective way of spotting the perp. Fin and Nick were to act as patrons of the bar, watching the men around them closely, and you were installed as a bartender, in a role that gave you a wider view of activity all around the bar, especially as you cleared tables and picked up glasses.

Fin had gone to town with his UC outfit, in his flamboyant suit and shirt. Nick was much more subtle, his shirt and tie not much different to his usual work attire. But, to you, he looked amazing. In the dim lighting of the bar, pretending to sip a drink, he looked so handsome it was tough to keep your eyes off him. You understood why detectives were supposed to declare any relationships they were in, realising how distracting you found him. You knew his eyes were on you, too, and you were fairly sure he was enjoying the short skirt and slim-fitting button down you were wearing. Feeling mischievous, the next time you saw him looking, you loosened an extra button, revealing just a little more cleavage. Nick watched your fingers and looked back up to your eyes, raising an eyebrow. You gave him a little smile, and sauntered away to clear some more tables.

By the time you returned to the bar, Nick had drained his drink. He looked over at you and raised a hand to summon you. You walked over to him, as he leaned forward on his elbows, money between his fingers, and looked you up and down with a look in his eyes designed to tease.

“What can I get you, darling?” you asked. “Same again?” You ran a hand over the curve of your waist, enjoying the way his eyes followed it.

“Yeah,” he said, clearly making an effort to hide the effect you had on him. “Less ice this time.”

“No problem,” you said, taking his glass, turning to pour him a drink. He was drinking tonic water with ice and lemon, but you picked up the vodka bottle and pretended to pour it, so that it looked like Nick was just a patron at the bar, drinking along with all the others. You turned back with a smile, to find his eyes dancing, looking you up and down very obviously. You put the glass on the bar and he reached to take it from you, his fingers briefly warm against yours. A shock of electricity travelled up your arm. Even though you’d woken in his arms this morning, the tension of professional distance made every flirty look and touch seem as thrilling as when you’d first met him. You leaned forward, to speak close enough that no one else would hear you, glad Nick wasn’t wearing a wire for this operation. “From the way you’re looking at me, I don’t think you’re in the right kind of bar…” you said, then leaned back and gave him a little wink, before turning away.

You left him alone to work, and focused on scanning the crowd for a person that matched the description of the perp, but there was no one even remotely close in sight. It was looking like a bust tonight, the more the time passed by. You checked your phone and found a text from Liv, sent to you, Nick and Fin, telling you it was getting late – the crimes had all been committed earlier than this – and that you’d give it fifteen more minutes then call it a night. You glanced across at Nick, seeing him looking down at his phone. He turned and said something to Fin, who was now sitting near him at the bar, and then he looked across at you.

You nodded and smiled, acknowledging that you’d seen the message. Then you smiled in an altogether less professional way, turning to pick up the glasses from the nearest table, bending at the waist, knowing he’d be taking in the view, and knowing how short your skirt was. When you straightened up and looked back at him, Nick had a tiny, amused smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were set stern and knowing, burning with a certain intensity.

After a quick debrief, Liv told you to get an early night, since you’d likely be out in bars for the next few nights. No new attacks had been reported tonight, so the day would bring other lines of enquiry too. Nick and Fin had talked to other patrons, and managed to get a few ideas to inform the description of who you were all looking for, but you were glad to get to go home. As had become your way, you left first, with Nick following five minutes later, so as not to make anyone suspicious. Luckily, the subway ride to your place wasn’t far. As you settled next to Nick on the train, he took your hand and clasped it between his, stroking the soft skin on the inside of your wrist. He leaned closer to you, turning his face to your ear.

“You were very…naughty… tonight, mi amor,” he said very quietly, choosing his words carefully.

“Was I?” you looked at him innocently.

“You know it,” he said, smirking.

“What’re you going to do about it?” you challenged, feeling the heart building inside you already.

“You wait until I get you home,” he said in a deep tone, then looked away from you, his face settled, as if he hadn’t just sent a wave of arousal through your whole body.

You unlocked the door of your apartment, and let him through. The way he stalked through, the way he held himself, you knew he was coiled and ready to pounce. You felt the tingle of anticipation through your whole body, as you removed your coat and hung it inside the door, and he did the same.

Suddenly, with the firm hands of a detective used to restraining suspects, he grabbed hold of you and you found yourself pushed against the wall, pinned in place. You caught your breath, as heat throbbed through you, resisting the last thing on your mind.

“What’re you doing?” you said, your voice breathy, not bothering to hide your arousal.

“What I wanted to do in that bar, mi amor. With my flirty girl…” his voice was deep, his words spoken close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.

Nick grabbed your wrists, wrapping his long fingers around them, bringing them up above your head and pinning them to the wall. He took both wrists into one of his big hands, then let the tips of his fingers on the other hand brush down over your arm, coating you in goose bumps. You felt his lips come to the shell of your ear, Nick’s hot breath fanning over your skin as his hand made its way to the hem of your skirt,

“Think you were being cute mi Amor? Teasing me like that- you could have blown my cover,” Nick grabbed onto the hem of your skirt pulling it up to rest around your hips, and you gasped.

“I-I- I’ am sorry” you whimpered out with a shaky breath. Nick knew what you liked by now, but this was one of the first times he’d been quite so assertively dominant.

Nick lent his solid body into your back pressing you into the wall, his hard fabric-covered bulge pushing into you. His hand ran along the top of your thigh and up to the waist of your panties, sliding down into them, cupping you. As his pointer finger brushed along your wet core, you shivered.

“Keep your hands above your head.”

You nodded back and Nick slowly let go of your wrists brining his hand down to pull your shirt out of your skirt, his hand running up over your belly to cup your breast, squeezing it and tugging on your nipple through the silk of your bra, as two of his long fingers plunged into your warm, wet core.

“Oh Nick,” you groaned.

“See baby, it’s not hard to be good is it…”

In a flash Nick pulled away from you completely and you whined at the loss of contact. Nick grabbed your hips and turned you, pushing your back into the wall and made quick work of undoing your shirt buttons. You watched as Nick’s eyes ran over your chest and he licked his lips before pressing his body into you again, his lips connecting with your neck with big open mouthed kisses, kissing down to the top of your bra.

Your hands went up into Nick’s hair, balling into fists, and a sharp sting made you groan. When Nick pulled off with a sharp pop and you looked down at the purple mark he left behind. Nick grinned at you and you took your chance to reach up to loosen his tie pulling it out of his collar and then you both made quick work of undoing his shirt buttons and pushed it off his shoulders, it pooling at his feet behind him. Nick quickly rid himself of all his clothes, and you followed, until you were both standing there naked, your eyes scanning over each other’s body’s.

Nick pushed you back into the wall again, your wrists in both his hands above your head. Nick pushed his leg between your thighs and pushing it up into your centre, and he clenched his muscle grinding it into you. Your head fell back onto the wall, your mouth wide open. You started to roll your hips over his leg, your need to come rushing through your body.

Nick could feel your wet dripping onto his leg making it sticky, and just as he knew you were about to cum by the noses you were making, he pulled his leg away from you,

“Nick…” you complained breathlessly, and he chuckled back at you.

“Not nice being teased is it baby?”

Nick let go of your wrists, both his hands running down your body and you looked at him with narrowed eyes, seeing the sparkle in his. Nick gave you a cheeky smile, his hands resting on your hips and he pulled you off the wall and started to walk you backwards into the lounge room. Nick walked you to the edge of the couch, he spun you around, his hand going to the back on your neck and he pushed you forward, your hands planting flat on the couch cushions, the arm propping your hips up.

Nick’s hand left your neck and came to rest in the middle of your back and his other gripping on your hip. Nick started to roll his hips, running his long hard cock over your lower lips a couple of times, before you felt the hot head of it starting to slip into you, spreading you apart. Nick bucked his hips forward bottoming out, both your moans filling the room. Nick started to roll his hips up into you, in long, hard, deep rolls. His hand in the middle of your back pushing you down on the couch and the grip on your hip almost bruising,

“Such a sweet little pussy to be such a tease,” Nick grunted feeling your walls fluttering around him “You’ll be my good girl from now on won’t you baby?”

“Yes-yes always a good girl for you,” you moaned. “Harder- Nick please…”

Nick’s hands were now on both your hips pulling you back into him as he slammed into you, hitting just the right spot every time. You pushed a hand between you and couch, your fingers quickly finding your needy clit rubbing it feverishly. You started to push back into Nick just as hard as he was pulling you back, loud skin slapping skin bounced off the walls.

“Oh my god Nick,” you all but squealed, your body filling with a tidal wave of pleasure as your release charged through you, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Nick’s hips got sloppy and his grunts louder, when he bucked his hips forward hard, stilled and you felt his seed spilling deep inside you as his shout of your name echoed through your apartment.

Both breathless, Nick pulled out of you and helped you stand, wrapping you in his arms, your head resting on his chest over his heart, hearing it beat loud. He peppered the top of your head with kisses, before grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger titling your head back kissing you sweetly, his lips fitting with yours perfectly,

“I love you,” Nick said into your lips.

“Love you too,” you pulled back smiling up at him.

“Shower?” Nick smirked at you and you nodded back.

You both went to walk into the bathroom when you heard loud buzzes coming from your small hallway. You both rushed over to the pile of discarded cloths searching for your phones. You found yours first, looking down at Liv’s name flashing on the screen,

“Hey Liv.”

“Y/N, I’ve emailed you the details of the case, the hotel address and your plane tickets, there are four victims in Miami that I need you guys to question, make sure you tape them so Barba can use it. You’ll meet Amaro at the airport tomorrow morning. You’ll fly out then and do all the questioning the following day.”

“No worries Liv. Will do.”

You looked into your bedroom where Nick was on the phone. He let out a hearty laugh and shook his head smirking,

“Ok Fin copy that. Night”

“You heard?” You made your way to him once you’d both ended your calls.

“I did, pack your bags baby, we’re going to Miami.”

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Be My Light - Chapter 4: The Mad Leader

*Genre: Mafia, angst, eventual smut, slow burn

*Warnings: References to violence, minor assault,

Author’s note: First off, I’d like to send a special Thank You to someone who was a huge inspiration to me and to this story. This is the chapter that really started it all and I was inspired by @bangtan-sonyeonddaeng ‘s mafia reaction series. She is a fantastic person and was one of the first people I showed this Be My Light to when I was too scared to post it. She is a beautiful soul and wonderful writer. Thank you for the push.

Another Big thanks to my editor for sticking with me all this time and into the future. And, of course, to all the people who are reading, commenting, and reblogging this. I can’t tell you all how much is means to me. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy this next installment of Be My Light. (P.S. I have a thing for RM in a long trench coat.)

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Chapter 4: The Mad Leader

You stared at the cell phone clutched in your hand, your mind spinning with so many questions. Who were those people? Why did talking to this ‘RM’ make you feel like something bad was coming? With that deep, serious tone, were they just as dangerous as the man with the cane? And what kind of normal person calls themselves ‘RM’? Agust was already on the edge of interesting and odd as it was. Scanning over the still lit screen, you wondered what other names were in the contact list. Other than ‘God of Destruction’, the last few calls you could see without going through the device belonged to ‘Mochi’, ‘My Favorite’, and ‘Worldwide Pain in my Ass’. Based on those names, you couldn’t begin to imagine who was gonna match those names.

It was safe to assume that this RM guy was concerned about the man in the suit trying to finish the job. The hospital had a good security team but you thought it best to talk to Doctor- Henry- to see if more could be done. Your hand paused as it went to put the cell phone back with Agust’s things; if RM or any of the odd named voices tried to contact you for an update, they would most likely call that, instead of trying to navigate the hospital switch board. Figuring it was the best option, you placed the phone safely in your scrub’s pocket as you moved to the bedside for one last check on the patient. Agust hadn’t moved again since right before the phone call and was still as could be. The monitors were all reading normally. There was a blood transfusion line in his arm to help replace what he had lost, along with another IV pushing fluids and medication. You adjusted his arm to make it more comfortable for him once he woke up.

“I’ll be back to check on you as soon as I can,” you said as you fixed his blankets. “Please, try not to do anything until I get back.”

You slipped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind you. There was an anxious feeling that crept back into your gut, the same one you felt when you had first heard the gun shots ring out from the silence of the construction site. Your mind had so many thoughts and scenarios running through it that you felt overwhelmed. Things like, ‘what if the man with the cane and rough voice came here? Would he shoot his way through the floors until he found Agust? Were you really as safe as you hoped?’ The hospital had been under a few threats but nothing had ever come from those except words. It would be best to stay as cautious as possible. You had too many friends and patients to not take your feelings seriously.

As you made your way towards your station, you were surprised to see that Henry was already there leaning over the desk with the phone pressed up against his ear. He pulled a pad of paper from the other side of the desk and started scribbling something down as he nodded and spoke in a low tone to whomever was on the other end. That saves me from having to page him, you mused. Henry did a double take towards you when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. He beaconed you over with an urgent wave of his hand. The calm yet awkward demeanor from earlier had been replaced with a more serious one. Once you were within an arm’s reach of him, he reassured whomever he was talking to that ‘everything will be taken care of’ and hung up.

“Good,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I need you to help me.”

“Henry, about that John Doe patient. I was able to talk to someone close to him. I think we may need to alert the security team about- “

“I’ve already talked to them. The hospital is going on alert for any suspicious activity entering the hospital. And we are actually moving the patient to one of the private units upstairs. I just got off the phone with the director and we’ve got everything worked out for you so you’ll be safe,” he said over his shoulder as he started walking down the hall.

“Wait, what does that mean? What do you mean by worked everything out?” You took extra long steps to keep up with his brisk pace.

“The same person who demanded higher security for that patient requested that you be kept with him as his private staff until otherwise. Which means you’ll be in the secure ward with him in case anything happens. It’s gonna be for the best. You were the first one with him and it’s gonna be more comfortable if he doesn’t have to get acclimated to someone else after all this. Don’t worry, we’ve got it worked out with Jax already.”

Henry led you back into Agust’s room and made fast work of disconnecting him from the machines that surrounded him. He pulled the IV bags down and placed them on the bed by the still form. Meanwhile, you were frozen at the end of the bed, feeling dizzy from how fast he seemed to expect you to understand what was happening. This wasn’t the first gang related case you had been assigned to since starting at Mercy, nor was it the first gunshot case; why did this sudden change to the routine make you feel ever more nervous? Never had you moved a patient into a secure wing designed from more severe or quarantined patients before just because someone had requested it. Henry called your name to shake you from your thoughts and motioned you to move to the side of the bed as he unlocked the wheels of the gurney and pushed the bed from the wall. As you helped guide it from the room, you couldn’t help but feel the tension grow.

“So, I am just supposed to stay locked up in some room like a prisoner? And be someone’s private nurse? What about the rest of my patients here? I can’t just leave Amber to tend to them all alone. We are short staffed as it is,” you mentioned as you navigated everyone into the elevator at the end of the hall.

Henry hit a button and the elevator started to move. He leaned close to look you in the face, his eyes filled with seriousness. “Listen, Y/N, I know this is strange but you just have to trust me. I don’t know all the details but someone particularly important has to be involved to make the director so quick to comply with whatever they asked. But no matter what, your safety is my priority, maybe a bit more than my patients. I’m sure the director thinks that too. Whoever it is must just want to make sure this guy has the best care possible. And when he gets here, he’ll probably want to hear from you what happened. And if whatever gang did this does try anything, I don’t want you to worry because no one is going to get to him or you. Only the director, you, and I will have access to this room or know where he is. Apparently, the man the director talked to said he would have a way to get a hold of you and prove his identity to gain access. I know how you are, Y/N, you are a great person. That’s why you’re so good at what you do. But don’t think that you are inconveniencing anyone; Jax has already rearranged everything and made some calls. I really need you to think about yourself now. And what is best is for you is to do what I am asking and not over think this right now.”

Henry was being so sincere that you couldn’t find the voice to make any arguments. You gave him a weak nod and tried to take what he said to heart. As Amber had pointed out before, one of your qualities was that you put others well before yourself. Hence, why you were in this predicament. As the doors opened onto the new floor, you promised him that you would try.

The door opened onto a floor where the more severe, long term patients were kept. This floor could, also, be used for quarantining or the more delicate of patients. At the moment, you knew it had only a few occupants: a coma patient, a patient suffering from extreme burns, and someone from the psych ward that needed more focused attention. To enter this ward, you needed a key card, making this more isolated than your full and frantic floor. Henry commented there was no record that Agust had been moved in any of the files. And if anyone tried to look him up, it would be like he never existed. The person who had called to make all this happen had said he’d contact you and that he and his colleagues were to say they were here to perform community service if asked by anyone else. Apparently, they deemed it as security protection. Henry had you swipe your ID to gain access to the floor and you made your way down the silent hall to the vacant room Henry had staked out for you to stay in. The room was bigger than the one you were used to on your floor. There was a small couch across from where the bed was to go, a private bath off near the entrance, and even a TV in the corner. There was, also, a small recliner near where the head of the gurney was to rest. You imagined you’d be there most of the time. Henry helped you set everything back up in the room and did a quick check on the patient after he was secured in his new residence.

“Hopefully, he’s gonna wake up a bit soon. He’s reacting well to what I’m doing,” Henry commented as he checked Agust’s pupils constrict as he shined his pen light in them. He gave some instructions about his IV and transfusion processes. He gave you a quick run down of the floor in case you needed anything. “Until he wakes up, I guess feel free to do whatever in here. It can be like a mini vacation. You know, if you ignore all the weird stuff happening. You can watch some TV or order some food. The mysterious man said to spare no expense when it came to our patient or you. I promise by Friday this will be all over and we can go out and talk about nicer things. Okay?”

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your cheeks get hot and you turned your eyes to the floor. This was not the best place for this, but you knew Henry did it to only ease the anxiety you were feeling. He was almost too perfect. Henry promised to check in once he had finished his rounds as he left from the room and pulled the door shut behind him. You heard the security lock click into place, knowing it would only open from the inside or if you had an ID card. You allowed yourself to drop into the recliner, allowing everything to wash over you. Paranoia was thick in the air as you tried to make sense of everything. Henry was right; whoever these people were they must just want to talk to you and this was easier than scouting the halls. But the thought did very little to chase the nervousness away. Your hands started to rub together out of tension, squeezing your fingers, cracking your knuckles one by one with your thumbs. You took a few deep breaths as you tried to force yourself out of the impending panic. Your eyes looked over at the bed. You tried to remind yourself that you needed to keep it together and be strong for him. Then your eyes landed on his hand. You remembered when you were hiding behind the counter when the man with the cane was getting closer and closer. And when Agust had reached over and squeezed your hand. In that moment, he gave you reassurance with such a small gesture, not thinking of himself. You remembered how genuine it felt. It’d be nice if you could do that now, you thought with a weak smile.

Instead, you settled for forcing yourself to think of something else. You read through his charts, tapped through some news on your phone, and tried to people watch out the window behind the couch. The afternoon sun had started making its way towards the horizon; how quickly the day had ended up flying by. You had decided against turning on the television for now, thinking how awkward it would be for him to wake up to you watching some trash TV show. You tried walking around the room to get a sense of where you’d be staying for the foreseeable future. But all of that only killed twenty minutes and you were still stir-crazy. There wasn’t much you could do for Agust at the moment, except allow him to rest without you trying to hold his hand or anything else.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing in your pocket; it was Agust’s phone. You were a bit ashamed at how quickly you reached for it. There was a new text message. It was from a new named contact: Sunshine. The preview of the message said, ‘To Miss Nurse’, making your assumption that the people on the other end would have expected you to keep the phone on you correct. And since it was addressed to you, you didn’t feel too bad about opening the phone again. You swiped open the text and tried not to scroll anywhere higher into their previous chats.

- Sunshine: To Miss Nurse. if you see this, please take good care of our Hyung. And if he gives you any trouble, tell him I said to behave. RM should be almost there. He tends to speed.

There were a couple silly emojis next to it that made you smile. Surely, they can’t be bad people if this is how they communicate. They must be close friends. Though, you still wondered how they had gotten the director to do all this. Maybe there was someone else doing all of this? You shook your head and typed a quick message back, so not to have them worry.

- I’ll take good care of him. That’s my job.

You really hoped Agust didn’t mind you messing with his phone. Though, you figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission in this scenario. There was no response which made you think that it was all he needed at the time. Gazing at the clock on the phone, you had wasted thirty minutes in the room so far. You thought of your backpack in the locker room a few floors down and some of your things at your stations that you could pass the time with. Since Agust was secure here, you thought it may be a good idea to gather some things to help you waste time until this RM shows up. It was unlikely that Agust was going to wake up yet, and you could be fast so he wouldn’t be alone for long. You slipped the phone back into your pocket and rose from the chair, heading for the door. You cast one more look at the still figure in the bed before dimming the lights and pulled the door shut behind you.

You set off at a brisk pace for the elevator and took it down a few levels to where the staff locker room was kept. You raced in, pulled your bag from your locker, and left before anyone noticed you. You were sure since the director had put the whole hospital on alert that everyone was making rounds to keep eyes everywhere. You hoped grabbing your stuff from your station was just as easy; you weren’t sure about how to explain why you had suddenly deserted your station. Amber wasn’t there but you could hear her and Jax talking loudly from a back room. You wanted to talk to your best friend, to help ease some nerves and have her tell you exactly what you needed to hear. But you didn’t want to wait around or take her away from her new workload. You pulled open the drawer where you kept some personal items, incase of slower work days, and shoved them into your bag. You froze when your fingers hit against something that you knew, instantly, should not be in your bag. Peering into the opening, your eyes locked onto a metallic, black, studded object that you had seen earlier that morning.

The gun Agust had placed in your hand.

How did that get in there? You didn’t remember grabbing it unless it had happened in the chaos of the EMTs and police rushing to assess the situation. Well, if you weren’t already anxious, this just made it worse. Let’s just add this to the ever-growing list of stupid things I’ve done today, you berated yourself. You brought a potentially loaded gun into a hospital. You needed to get back up to the room and get this out of your possession. Maybe when this RM got there, he could take it from you. You pulled the bag shut and slugged it over your shoulder, trying hard not to think about it.

You moved away from the desk and down the hall towards the elevator. But as you stepped into the silent hall with all the doors closed, one was not closed as it had been when you left; the room where Agust had been. And there was someone looking inside. There was a man, tall and stocky, and dressed in a simple navy uniform. He wasn’t a part of the hospital staff and you didn’t think he was there to clean the room with the lights still off. Trying to stay as unnoticed as you could, you took longer strides towards the end. As you passed behind him, you peered beyond him into the pitch blackness of the room to just make out another figure lurking there. He wasn’t dressed in the same way as the man in the door. He was in darker colors that you couldn’t make out and wore what looked like a fedora on his head. What caught your attention as you passed, was the small peek of icy, blue hairs that were just visible on the side. A deep grumble that sounded from the room made your breath catch in your throat, and made you stop in your tracks. It sounded so familiar to the sadistic voice from this morning. The man with the cane had gotten into the hospital?! How, they upped security measures, hadn’t they? Maybe it was your imagination playing with you with all the stress. Not wanting to stick around to figure out if you were right, you tried to get away before they had noticed you.

But, sadly, you weren’t that lucky.

“Excuse me, nurse. Perhaps you can help me.”

You felt your whole body stiffen as the voice was all to clearly the one that had stalked you from beyond the counter. The voice that dripped with crazed malice and venom as he called out for Agust, that had taunted and tried to lure him out. The voice that you were sure would haunt your dreams. It was the man with the cane, though he didn’t have it now. As you turned, he looked nothing like the half-crazed man yelling and destroying things around him. He looked almost normal, save for the fake smile he had plastered across his lips. He was no longer dressed in the light blue suit and fur coat you had caught a glimpse behind the counter, but in a simple dark blazer and trousers. The man who lingered in the doorway had come to stand next to him as they walked up to you, dressed in a police uniform. His uniform cap was pulled low to obscure his face, though you could see bruising and swelling through the shadows. Both of them gave a slight bow to you.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Inspector Taop, this is officer Chen. We are here following up on a patient that was supposed to be brought here. I’ve been looking everywhere, but no one has an answer for me whether he is here or not. And I haven’t seen a single worker on this floor.”

He had never seen you at the scene so you knew he didn’t recognize you, or could see that you didn’t believe anything that was coming out of his mouth. That would help you, you decided. You took a deep breath and tried to hide the fear and nervousness. Just act normal. Try to stall until someone comes around.

“Sorry, officer, we’re a bit understaffed as it is. What can I help you with?”

“I’m looking for a patient that was brought here. Gunshot victim, a young man, brought in this morning?”

“Can you be a bit more specific? We are a hospital. Do you know how many young men we have come in here with some kind of bullet wound? I had six this month.”

You saw the smile slip and irritation rise in those cold eyes. He cleared his throat, trying to hold on to his polite composure. “This one would have come in this morning. There was a shooting downtown. He would have had multiple gunshot wounds. One nurse said he was brought in by ambulance this morning, but then another said that they found no record of him. And the last person I talked to sent me here. Please, this is very important.”

“Can I see your badge, sir?” He looked completely off guard by the question. You, also, seemed confused. It had just jumped out of your mouth before you realized it. But it seemed like the right thing to ask. You continued, “There’s been a threat made to the hospital, you see, and I need to make sure that everything is in order. I would get in trouble if I gave such information about any patient to an imposter.”

You could see the wheels in his head turning. But you didn’t expect him to nod his head, understandingly, and reach into his pocket to hand you a leather, bifold wallet. Was this psycho really a police officer? How could someone so vile be in law enforcement? You thought back to what little memories of your father that you had lingering in the back of your mind and couldn’t begin to imagine him doing anything like what this man had done, no matter how bad of a criminal they were. Before you could think, your body seemed to act on it’s own again and opened the wallet and your eyes started to dance across the metal shield. You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking for at first. Until your eyes caught it and something clicked in your mind. It was a fake, but an exceptionally good fake. Anyone else would have just taken it at face value but something in your mind flashed and screamed that this was a fake like the smile still on the ‘inspector’s’ face. In the reaches of your memory, you remembered running your fingers over your father’s badge, memorizing every detail. And you still did that when you were stressed out; you still had his badge and it was currently in the front pocket of your bag. And you seemed to recall your father teaching you how to identify a real badge from others.

A sudden anger took hold of you that seemed to spur on some brave part of you. You closed the wallet and handed it back to him, keeping your face neutral to hide that you were even more sure of his act. Maybe it was the dishonor to officers like your father, or that he was trying to get to the boy you had risked a lot to save. And your hard work was not going to waste. “I’m sorry officer. But like I said, we have a few patients that could fit your description. None on this floor at all. And if the other nurses said they have no record of him, I’m not sure what I can do for you. Besides that, if we did have a patient come in with multiple gunshot wounds, I imagine that they’d need extensive surgery and wouldn’t be conscious to answer any questions you could have. And with no guardian to act in their place until they are awake to consent to a line of questioning about a traumatic experience, I can’t let you go any further. You should know that, Officer.”

The smile was wiped from the man’s face. The uniformed man’s eyes got wide at your declaration and they shifted towards his leader in panic. Taop, or whatever his real name was, straightened up and took a step towards you. He towered over you and the energy radiating from him would have intimidated you into submission. Just like with your ex. But you needed to protect Agust. In any case, all you needed to do was scream and someone would be alerted. There wasn’t much this asshole could accomplish without being found out. But he continued to advance until he backed you up against the wall. Even still, you never broke eye contact with him.

“I don’t think you understand the situation of this, little girl,” he said, rage tittering on the edge of his voice. “There are some really dangerous people and it would be a shame if you got caught in the crossfires. It’s in your best interest to answer my questions and tell me what I need to know.”

“Then bring a warrant,” you challenged.

His hand collided with the wall next to your head, making you jump. His face was so close to yours now, and there was the crazed man you remembered from this morning. Your heart was in your ears. He, suddenly, took a deep inhale then another before tilting his head to the side. “What a brave little girl. Tell me, where were you this morning? Something tells me you may be exactly who I need to talk to.”

“Hey, back off her!”

Both you and the man turned to look down the hall towards the elevator towards the source of the deep voice that had interrupted the line of questioning. The doors of the elevator were opened and from them stepped a young man with platinum white hair. His eyes were haunting and strong, like a dragon woken from his peace. He was exceptionally tall, taking long strides towards the scene. You couldn’t help but let your eyes take in the man who was coming to your rescue. Dressed in a dark trouser and a white buttoned up shirt gave him a classic handsomeness, and a long black coat with a hood drawn up that accentuated his height. As he approached, he slid the hood down and swiped his hand up to push the stray white hairs from his face. If you weren’t terrified, you would have appreciated how handsome he was. You glanced back at the man caging you; his body tensed as the newcomer walked up but his face never showed.

He let out a sigh and a small smile reappeared, but it was not the same he had tried to charm you with. It was one of arrogance. “Ah, Mr. Kim,” the inspector said, not moving from his position, “how nice of you to drop in.”

“You’ve got some nerve,” the handsome newcomer said, his tone low and smooth.

“What for? Being too formal? Do you not like me using your surname? I’m not sure which name you prefer now; you change names so often, it’s hard to keep up after all this time.”

“You’re one to talk. What name are you going by now, officer? Here to investigate a fraud? Or are you here to put yourself into more trouble?”

“Such a negative attitude. Officer Chen and I are here on official business,” the detective flashed his badge at the so named Mr. Kim. “And this nice young lady was willing to help me out with some information. Isn’t that right, Little Girl?”

“It sure doesn’t look that way coming from the elevator. I think you need to take a step back,” Mr. Kim ordered with a strong but suggestive tone that made you question what kind of power someone as young looking as him could possess.

The fake detective made no sign that he was planning on heeding the newcomer’s words to move from your personal space. His eyes shifted from Mr. Kim back to you. His stare bore into you sharper than claws and made your breath catch. You weren’t sure if he was trying to scare you into agreeing with him or just threaten you. But Mr. Kim was having none of that; he gave the older man’s shoulder a hard shove and wedged himself in the space between you to keep you away from the other man. Mr. Kim reached a hand behind him and placed it on your arm, to keep you secure behind him and to give you some reassurance that he was not going to hurt you. You couldn’t help yourself, as you fisted your hands into the back of his coat and peered around his massive frame.

“You always have to play savior, don’t you Rapmon?” The way he had said the name made it seem like he was trying to strike a nerve in Mr. Kim. But the other man gave no sign that he was bothered. “You make it seem like I was doing something unseemly to her. You and your broken boy scouts always turn things difficult. Speaking of, where are the others? Maybe they could answer some questions for me. There’s one in particular I’m interested in seeing. I’m checking up on a victim from a shooting downtown. Just making sure he’s doing alright.”

“You’re really committed to this bit, aren’t you Choi? Oh, sorry- what name are you going by today? It’s so hard to keep track, isn’t that what you said?” Mr. Kim tilted his head to the side, eyes twinkling with a mischievous shine.

“What a nuisance you are. I’m just trying to get information to make sure things go well. Though come to think of it, your boys may not know much. Word was that the victim was all alone. Left all by themselves, bleeding and hurt in such a dangerous situation. What kind of friends would let someone knowingly go into that situation alone? Now, I’d really like to finish my conversation with the little lady, Rapmon.” When Choi, as you figured his name actually was, took a step towards you, Mr. Kim moved the both of you to keep you behind him and further away from the other. “Well, since you seem hellbent on keeping me from doing something so simple, I could always ask you. Though to be honest, your being here may have answered my questions.”

“My being here answers nothing,” Mr. Kim challenged. “Unlike you, I am here to do good for the community. And it’s a good thing I came by when I did. You’re already on thin ice after all the trouble you’ve caused. Imagine what would happen if you caused any problems while on Hallowed Ground. If you were to hurt anyone staying or working here, you would have more than my family looking for you. The rest of the Families would be looking to teach you a lesson. Imagine what most of them will think when they hear about the deceit you pulled this morning. After what I witnessed, you can be sure I’ll have eyes monitoring this place. You will not go against the Accords.”

“Don’t you lecture me about the Accords, you psycho. I’ve been around just as long as they have and lived them. I taught them to you.”

“And yet, you only follow them when they suit you. Just like your leader and his before him. But things are different now. They are gone, and your hold is slipping. I have enough pull now to ensure Accords are followed. And if you want to make a further spectacle of yourself, I’ll gladly show you I’m not that kid anymore that you ordered around. You saw what my boys can do when pushed. Try me.”

Choi started to laugh, eyes shining in disbelief at the younger bossing him around. As you peered around Mr. Kim’s frame, you saw him go to say something to officer Chen, but couldn’t form the word. He raised his hand towards the white-haired man, but let it drop with a growl. Whatever look was set upon the elder made him rethink his next move. He settled for raising his hands in a surrender and jerking his head towards his companion to tell him they were leaving. It surprised you that he was giving up so easily after how he had acted towards you. You weren’t sure what Mr. Kim meant by accords and families, but it was more than obvious that it meant something to them. Glancing up at your protector, his face remained locked in the same stern and serious mask he had when he had appeared. His eyes, perfectly lined and accentuated with makeup that only made him more intriguing, followed the pair as they turned down the hall.

But before they could get too far, Choi stopped. He turned enough to gaze at the two of you over his shoulder, the dark and manic gleam from that morning flashing like a warning sign. He chuckled before his teasing and taunting voice that had called out to Agust filled the hall like glass shattering. “Look at how far our little maniac has come. Really living up to the title of Mad Leader, aren’t you? He thinks he’s so big and strong that he can just order me around and act like a knight in shining armor to the weak. The Mad Leader’s trying so hard to put up a front, to hide who he is, to hide the other side of the looking glass. But lest he forget, I know things he wouldn’t want others to know. And I seem to recall,” Choi turned fully around and took a full stride back towards Mr. Kim, “you had an issue with places like this. You don’t enjoy being here. Are you falling down the rabbit hole? You even have an Alice this time it would seem. So tell me, Mad Leader, are the walls closing in on you yet? Are you feeling anxious?”

You could feel Mr. Kim tense up at the name ‘Mad Leader’ each time Choi said it. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. He gave you a polite push away from him before fixing Choi with a glare that made officer Chen startle. You could almost feel the air change as he stepped up to be nose to nose with the thug.

“Since you can’t seem to remember my name, asshole, let me spell it out for you. It’s RM, R to the M. And I’m a motherfucking monster. Keep pushing me. I dare you. You hurt one of my boys. You better pray that he makes it out of all this ok. Or you’ll see just how ‘mad’ I can get.”

Chen seemed to realize that something bad was building as he took hold of his superior and pulled him away from RM, newly identified. Choi kept the taunting smile spread across his lips as he allowed Chen to lead him away. Before he got too far, he looked over at you and gave a nod, “We’ll be in touch, Little Girl.” And then he disappeared from the floor, leaving you in the presence of RM. You can’t say you had expected this person to belong to the voice on the other end of the phone, but it would seem like that was the theme of the day. The tall man took a few deep breaths and ran his hand through his white hair before turning back to you. The serious mask he had worn had slipped away and was more approachable. He straightened his clothes before returning to your side.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said, “But he shouldn’t be back. He talks a good game but he knows when he’s out done. Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “I can’t believe he got in. The hospital is on lock down.”

“Well, he’s been around a while. He has his ways. Now that he’s gone, I was hoping you could help me. I’m looking for a nurse called Y/N.” You locked eyes with him and gave him a nod of affirmation. He gave you a smile, showing off a pair of dimples in his cheeks that made him much more innocent and sweeter than the man who had gone nose to nose with the monstrous thug. “That’s a coincidence. Nice to meet you. Can you show me where to go?”

“Prove that you’re who you say you are,” you said, taking a step away from him. Despite that you were sure he was the one you had talked to, it seemed like nothing was safe. He looked at you for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone before letting his finger glide across the screen. A moment later, Agust phone sounded off in your pocket. He glanced over at you with a bemused look as you pulled the phone out and saw the screen lit up with a notification.

- God of Destruction: It’s me.

“Sorry,” you said, feeling embarrassed by your sudden suspicion, “but after that guy flashed a fake police badge at me, I just wanted to be sure. Thank you for coming and for helping me. Are you Agust’s brother or a friend?”

RM’s eyes narrowed when he heard you say Agust and gave you a strange look. His eyes seemed to dance about you, as if he was trying to figure something out. But as quickly as it appeared, the look disappeared and he smiled again. “We usually call him Suga. Only people who don’t like him call him Agust. I don’t think he’d want you calling him that. Can we go see him now? We’ve been worried about him.” You nodded and motioned him to follow you back to the elevator. As you waited for the doors to reopen, he leaned over and whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Hyung you had his phone.”

“What? Does he have some embarrassing things on here,” you joked.

“Maybe,” came the reply and heard RM chuckle as he allowed you to step into the elevator.

You hit the button for the floor that they moved Agu- Suga to, the doors slid shut, and the lift jolted to a start. As the sound of the mechanisms filled the space, you caught a glimpse of the tall man flinch. It seemed odd, seeing as he had just faced off against the most frightening person you had ever seen. The taunting words he had said to RM before leaving came to mind, about not liking it in a hospital. It wasn’t uncommon for people to have bad experiences related to hospitals, so you tried to brush it off. Once you had made it to the secure floor, you led him down the hall. You explained that the floor was only accessible to a few people and how they had followed the directions as specified to the director. The entire time, RM listened very intently, eyes never leaving you. He was the picture of professionalism and sincerity. You swiped the two of you into the ward, and he held the door open for you as you led him down the hall to the room. As you neared the room, you wondered if you were going to survive the present of two very handsome men. Hopefully, the rest of his friends that you heard over the phone were somewhat average.

As you both entered the room, RM came to a stop in the threshold of the door, his eyes staring at the bed. You could see the worry and panic that you had heard over the phone slip across his face. You reached out and touched his arm. He looked at you with an almost innocent gaze, like he was questioning if it was alright to get closer. You gave him a nod and he was beside his friend in a flash. He looked as if he was debating to reach out to Suga, as if he were made of glass, but settled for taking hold of his hand. RM let out a breath and looked relieved to have finally seen his friend. From your place at the edge of the room, you could see how much one meant to the other and all worries about them being as bad as Choi disappeared.

“Is he going to be ok? What did they do to him,” RM asked, never taking his eyes off his companion.

“Dr. Na took good care of him,” you said, reaching for the file at the end of the bed. “He was shot twice, once in the shoulder and on his left side. The gunshot wound on his side appeared to be at close range and the bullet went through. Thankfully, there wasn’t much damage done. The bullet was lodged in his shoulder, but Dr. Na was able to remove it and mend up some of the damage. We’ll know more when he wakes up, but he should have full range of motion after some rest. He, also, has some bruised ribs and a slight concussion. Along with bruising and defensive wounds pretty much everywhere. He, also, lost a lot of blood. He’s in the middle of a transfusion now. But he is responding well to everything and we believe he should be waking up soon. With enough care, patience, and support, he should make a full recovery in no time. Which is amazing; when I found him, I was worried with how much blood he had lost that he may have had a harder road to recovery.”

RM flicked his eyes over to you. “You found him?”

“They must not have told you. I was on my way to work when I heard the gunshots. I was the first to find him and get him to safety.”

RM looked like he wanted to ask more questions, when a soft groan came from the bed and drew the attention. Suga took in a deep breath and his body shifted as if fighting to wake and identify the voices. After a tense moment, his body relaxed and his eyes opened slightly. From the edge of the bed, you could see the glazed and shiny effects of the medication still trying to hold him in the state of unconsciousness, and realized he may not fully be aware of what is happening. But you were sure the presence of RM had drawn him out enough to give them a sign that he was okay. RM called out to his hyung softly, drawing Suga’s attention as he gazed about the room.

“Hyung, hey, can you hear me?”

Suga’s eyes fully landed on RM. It seemed as if he was fighting his way to recognition before he gave a small, drugged smile back. “Joon,” his voice sounded exhausted and stained.

RM laughed. “Yeah, Hyung, it’s me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re safe.”

“Joonie, I think I’m dead. I saw an angel.”

The whitehaired man reached out and ran his fingers, gently, through his friend’s hair. “No, Hyung, you’re only tired. That bastard messed you up but you’re gonna be alright now. Why don’t you go back to sleep? The boys and I will be here when you wake up.”

“Oh,” Suga said, almost sounding disappointed as the drugs started to drag him back to oblivion, “too bad. It was a pretty angel. Prettier than Jiminie and Hyungie combined. But don’t tell them I said that.” And just as fast as he woke, Suga went silent and still again.

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Topic: Mikasa, a hardcore feminist, kidnapped by Levi, the leader of one of the most powerful gangs and who is the book definition of a dick.

Mikasa Point of View (P.O.V.)

Here I am, another restless night. Turning on my bed like a hamburger patty being flipped on a grill, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. I can hear birds chirping outside so it's probably already morning but my thick light-blocking curtains make my room look as dark as night. Whoever invented those, has a special place in my lazy heart.

I started hearing shuffling sounds outside the door of my room. These two have no sense of self-preservation, I thought. My two roommates, Eren and Armin, have been living with me for a year now. I met them ten years ago, starting my teenage years, a tragic event brought us together. Since 'that event', Eren's parents took me in as their own and he introduced me to Armin, his best friend since childhood.

We are inseparable, even now as adults. Even though Armin works as an accountant for a law firm, I work as a Computer Engineer for the CIA, and Eren works as a veterinarian, when we are together, we still act like silly kids. I love them like siblings love each other, which means that we also fight like siblings, and right now they are breaking a golden rule.

You see, I love them. I would give my life without a second thought for them, but, there is something I love more: my bed. I can be a charming and decent person, AFTER my morning coffee, and AFTER I wake up on my own. If anyone dares to wake me up from my precious sleep, there will be hell to pay. I am not a morning person, who is it really? Those who said they are, are not to be trusted, they are probably psychopaths and serial killers. I also don't trust people that don't like cheese, how could you not like cheese?! They are probably part of those reptilian people that conspiracy theories warn you about from alien abductions and shit.

I heard Armin's voice, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I walked to the door to better listen to their conversation.

"She promised to join us for our traditional 'Sunday pancakes' today since she has failed to wake up early for the last four Sundays in a row! It's her fault!", Eren said.

"You know she is not a morning person! She will kill both of us!", Armin said.

I saw the bolt of the door shaking. Eren was clearly picking the lock from my room. He really has a death wish. I stared around my room looking for ideas on how to greet him, and my eyes landed on my hamper which was almost full of my dirty clothes. I walked to it and grabbed two dirty socks and rolled them together in a ball.

"You can still run away and save yourself.", Eren said.

"I will just stay out of her room, and watch how she kills you while eating popcorn then."

No Armin, you are going to get it too since you are not stopping him, I thought. Then, I heard the beep sound from the microwave. He really made popcorn, unbelievable. I rested my back against the wall next to my door, waiting for their intrusion.

"Do you even know how to pick a lock?", Armin asked.

"I've seen it in movies, they open everything with bobby pins on those spy movies so, how hard can it be?", Eren said.

I pinched the bridge of my nose thinking, he can't be serious. But knowing the bastard, he probably was, and I didn't have the patience to wait for him to finally open my door. So I opened it myself.

He looked at me in shock and said, "Mika-"

But I cut him short by shoving to his open mouth the ball of dirty socks. Armin was on the way to the microwave and yelped at the sight of Eren spitting the dirty socks from his mouth and coughing. I gave him a death stare and yelled:

"You are next!"

"Fuck no!", He yelled as he ran to his room with me running behind him.

He got into his room and closed the door before I could get to him.

With a sing-song voice, I said, "Oh, Armiiin, open the door now and I might forgive youuu."

"Bullshit! I will only open the door after you have your morning coffee!"

Suddenly, the smell of popcorn hit my nose making me smile. Armin never got to get his popcorn out of the microwave. He and I have this unhealthy addiction to popcorn for years now. I mean, who doesn't like popcorn? Those are other types of people I don't trust.

I walked to the microwave and took the popcorn out. I grabbed a fan and pointed it directly to the door of his room. I opened the bag and started eating in front of the fan. He will smell it eventually.

"That's a low blow, stinky feet!", Eren said.

"Is that!? Are you eating MY popcorn!!?", Armin shouted.

"Mmm delicious and extra buttery. Thanks for making popcorn for ME, you are so considerate. You shouldn't have-", I was cut short by Armin slamming his door open and running towards me.

I started running away but he tackled me, making me drop the bag causing the popcorn to fly out, "Give me back my popcorn you thief!", he shouted.

"Did you stuck your socks inside somebody's ass?! This smell is not human!", Eren shouted.

Ignoring Eren, I shouted to Armin, "No! I'll take it as a peace offering apology from you two for waking me up!", while we both struggled to get the bag making a mess of popcorn all around the apartment in the process.

Armin managed to run away while Eren grabbed me and tried to get the dirty socks into my mouth when someone knocked at our door.

We all froze, Armin stared at both of us and asked, "Are any of you expecting someone?"

We both shook our heads in response. I ran to my room to get my gun, Eren did the same while Armin watched the door and grabbed the gun we stored in the kitchen for emergencies.

I immediately started thinking of all the possible threats that could be behind our front door. This is all Eren's fault, I thought.

You see... I was deemed a 'child prodigy' at a young age. I started college at the age of 12, my studies were disrupted for a couple of years when 'that event' happened. Later I resumed my studies and by the age of 18, I already had a bachelor's degree in computer engineering. I joined a couple of hacktivist groups and helped them with the usual stuff: DDoS attacks to government websites, machine learning algorithms to find patterns in social media of government bot accounts, you know, the usual stuff.

One day Eren challenged me to hack into the CIA so I started with a social media scan looking for stupid people that post their work information, I just needed someone with access to the building. In summary, after finding a few victims I did a MITM attack on their phones and computers. From there I got access to the network, installed a backdoor, and had access to everything. I did a similar process to gain access to other intelligence agencies' networks from different countries.

Since we were broke at the time, I did ransomware of the data but instead of money, I asked for a job and immunity for the crime. I also sent them part of a list of vulnerabilities in their system and told them that if they wanted the full list they had to comply with my demands. Since I was already deep in trouble I decided to also give them evidence of the access I gained to other countries' intelligence networks. Not even an hour passed by, and they were already begging me to take the job.

Thinking of who could be behind my front door right now, I thought about the time I got access to the Russian 'Federal Security Service' agency and replaced their data with, well, some 'not-so-innocent' pictures. I think Putin hates me. There is also what I did to the North Korean Reconnaissance General Bureau agency... I think Fluffy Kim hates me too.

None of it would've happened if Eren didn't challenge me in the first place! It's completely his fault!

I got out of my train of thought when we were back at the door and Eren asked us, "Ready?"

We nodded in response, and Eren slowly opened the door.

He quickly pointed the gun at the unexpected visitor who was... An innocent girl scout who was trying to sell cookies.

The kid yelped scared, but Eren quickly hid the gun and said, "Oh, we don't want cookies."

"I want cookies!", I protested and pushed Eren away from the door.

"Order for me too!", Armin said.

Author P.O.V.

After getting their girl scouts cookies, Eren started making pancakes while Armin and Mikasa sat in seat stools behind the small kitchen island facing him. They had popcorn on their messy hair, and on their clothes. "You two better clean the mess you made!", Eren shouted.

"It was Armin's fault!", Mikasa shouted while Armin gave her a death stare.

Eren started to stick his tongue out while making disgusted faces.

"What's the problem Eren? Are you having a stroke?", Mikasa said teasingly.

"For fucks sake Mikasa! I have washed my mouth around five times already and I can still smell your stinky socks! Those things are a hazard!", Eren said while walking away to the bathroom to wash his mouth again.

"The pancakes are going to burn!", Mikasa shouted.

"You take care of them, stinky feet! I am on my way to drink some bleach!", Eren shouted back.

Mikasa rolled her eyes and walked to the stove while Armin stood up to turn on the television. While flipping the pancakes Mikasa took a look at her phone notifications and messages. She started looking through the messages from her girlfriend's group chat:

Sasha: OMG! I just saw the cutest guy ever!

Annie: Did you banged it already? 👉👌🍆

Sasha: I wish! I don't even know how to talk to him yet!

Christa: Where did you saw him?

Sasha: He works at a new bookstore that opened near my apartment.

Christa: Did you tried to talk to him somehow? Or just stared at him like a mentally unstable stalker?

Sasha: Well, I asked for book recommendations, he started asking me about what I liked so he could give me a more accurate one but the dick of his boss cut him off telling him to go back to the cash register.

Annie: Maybe we should meet up for lunch to come up with a plan.

Ymir: I just saw that I have new messages. I tried to read them all but my lazy ass just read 'cute guy' and 'bang it already' and skipped to the end. I am up for lunch and the 'banging plan'. Speaking of people in need of banging, @Mikasa wake your ass and join us!

Annie: 😂😂

Mikasa rolled her eyes and replied:

Mikasa: I am awake, count me in for lunch, and the 'banging plan'.

Christa: Girls, call the police, that is not Mikasa, that's an impostor! There is no way that woman is awake this early!

Mikasa sighed and typed,

Mikasa: Eren woke me up, putting his life on the line.

Suddenly Eren's phone made the sound of a new message notification. Mikasa rolled her eyes and thought, here we go.

Eren grabbed his phone, unlocked it, stared at his messages, and started laughing. "Sasha just asked me if you are okay because you are awake. She wants to know if it's really you before calling the police. She also wants to know if I am still alive."

"Hey guys check this out.", Armin said while turning up the volume of the TV.

The news was on. Mikasa served the pancakes on the plates. She took two of the plates and gave one to Armin while sitting next to him. Eren grabbed his plate and sat next to Mikasa. The three of them were seated on the sofa in front of the TV watching the news.

Breaking News:

'We are reporting live outside of Mitra's bank. Just moments ago, criminals robbed the bank and took three hostages with them. The police are tracking their whereabouts at the moment, avoid the area. The perpetrators' identity has been confirmed as the gang that calls themselves "The Scorpions". They are commonly identified with a Scorpion tattoo on their necks, reach out to the police if you see anyone suspicious.'

"These guys again, they piss me off.", Mikasa said.

"They are the same ones that robbed one of the stores of the mall right?", Armin asked.

"Yes, those assholes take hostages with them but they end up always killing them.", Eren said.

"That's the gang that posts the videos about they killing the hostages like is some sort of sick hunting game?", Armin asked.

"Yes, they take the victim to a secluded wood area and tell the victim to run, after a minute or so they run after the victim to kill it, recording the whole thing.", Eren said.

"That's sick.", Mikasa said.

"That's why they are one of the most feared and powerful gangs around.", Eren said.

"It doesn't make sense, the tattoo I mean, who would be so stupid to get a tattoo that clearly dictates that you are a criminal? Why have the police not caught them yet if they have a fucking mark on their necks screaming I'm the killer?", Mikasa said.

Suddenly Eren's phone made the notification sound again. "Oi, Mikasa, Dad wants to meet with us today for dinner, he is in the area."

"Tell him to pick us up then.", Mikasa replied.

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Mikasa P.O.V.

I arrived at the restaurant where the girls planned to meet for lunch. As I was walking from the parking area to the restaurant I felt the unease sensation that someone was following me. I've been feeling this for two weeks now. Even though I have gained many enemies by my hacking 'activities', and I joke about Putin or someone else knocking on my door, the reality is that it's highly unlikely that they know my identity. I didn't use my network, on top of it I used nested VPNs mixed with virtual machines with an eastern VPN added on top. Even though the probability of them knowing my identity is almost zero, my job provided me with an apartment in the most secured area in town plus extra police patrols around the building. But, of course, you can never be too cautious, so I always assumed the worst.

I took my phone out and texted my boss: "Activating precaution protocol."

Almost instantly he replied: "I will be on the lookout."

My boss, Pixis, has been very overprotective of me since I started working for the CIA. Since the first day that I arrived at the office and introduced myself, he personally asked to work with me. He was impressed by the stunt I pulled and introduced me to everyone on his team like I was some sort of Messiah sent by Thor itself from the land of Narnia. But not everyone reacted the same way he did when he saw me. It seemed like I wasn't what they were expecting to see since I do not fulfill the stereotype of a programmer. I am not a gamer, I am a ballerina, and what seems to be the worst of all to them is that I am a woman.

The biggest fear of a male chauvinist pig is a woman with confidence having success on a field dominated by men. When will they understand that women can do everything men do while even wearing high heels?

Ever since college, I've heard crap like:

"She probably slept her way in."

"Too pretty to be a programmer."

"A woman in my team? She will probably end up making us do all her work."

"She will probably need to be trained in the most basic crap. She doesn't look like she even knows how to do basic programming."

It's exhausting being a woman, why do we have to put double the effort to at least be noticed or recognized? When will they stop calling us 'emotional' or 'bossy', and start calling us instead 'passionate' and 'leaders'? We intimidate them because they can't control us and they know we have the potential to kick their asses.

I was snapped out of my mental rant when I received another text message from my boss: "Location received. As always, call me if you need to talk."

Good, from now on, until I turn it off, my boss will have a constant live feed of my location using my phone's GPS. Also, in case of emergency, I only have to press twice my phone's power button and in a matter of minutes the police, FBI, and the SWAT team will arrive at my location ready to get rid of any threat.

I can relax now, I thought as I opened the door of the restaurant and met my friends.

"Mikasa! We are here!", Sasha shouted while shaking an arm up to get my attention.

I sat at the table and grabbed the menu, the waiter was already taking the orders so I ordered the first thing I saw that was to my liking. Then I took out from my purse a box of girl scout cookies that I bought for Sasha and gave it to her.

She yelped excitedly and said, "This is why I love you!" while hugging the box.

"So, we've been booked for three schools next week.", Christa said.

Christa was referring to a feminist organization we all created that focuses on motivating girls to pursue a college degree, especially in fields dominated by men.

"I think that it's the most we've had in a week so far!", I said.

"Yes, people are helping by sharing our social media accounts. I have messages of people who want to join us.", Ymir said.

"We should hold a meeting for newcomers, we are going to need more people eventually anyways.", I said, and Ymir nodded.

"So Sasha, what do you have in mind so far to talk to your cute guy?", Annie asked.

"I have no idea, someone needs to distract the manager of the library so he doesn't interrupt us again.", Sasha said.

"Who volunteers as a tribute?", Ymir asked.

"Is the manager at least cute?", Annie asked.

"He was hot but had this unapproachable vibe, and on top of that, a jerk.", Sasha said.

"In that case, I offer Mikasa as a tribute.", Annie said.

"What!? Why me?!", I shouted.

"Because you never get intimidated or scared, and you always speak your mind. That personality is the greatest weakness of self-absorbed jerks.", Annie said.

I stared at her in disbelief while Sasha yelped excited looking at her cellphone.

"Girls! The package arrived! Just received the amazon notification.", Sasha said.

All of them gave me a devilish smile, confusing me, I asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Mikasa, this is an intervention.", Christa said with a serious tone.

"We've noticed that you've been grumpier than usual. We also know that you haven't, well, how do I put this?", Ymir said.

"You haven't had a good fuck in a while!", Annie shouted.

I wanted the earth to swallow me whole right there. Annie said that a little too loud for my liking.

"Where are you going with this?", I asked.

"Well, we bought you a little something to help you deal with, you know, the grumpiness. It just arrived at your door.", Sasha said.

"Are you crazy! You know I live with Eren and Armin!", I said.

"Come on is just a package in your name, they are not going to open it.", Annie said.

"You definitely don't know Eren.", I said in disbelief.

When we finished eating I rushed to my car and drove as fast as I could to my apartment. I ran to the elevator and then ran to my apartment's door. The package wasn't there. I panicked and opened the door and saw Eren about to open it. I ran and tackled him making us both fall to the floor.

"What the fuck Mikasa!", He shouted.

"Why were you trying to open MY package?!", I shouted back.

"Because it could be something dangerous sent from one of your enemies, like Fluffy Kim for example.", Eren said.

"Why would Fluffy Kim send me something life-threatening via AMAZON!?"

"I don't know! Amazon sells some weird shit and they ship from all around the world, I am pretty sure North Korea is included."

I gave him a death stare, snatched the package, and went to my room closing the door behind me.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I opened the package and found the box of a pink glow-in-the-dark vibrator. I grabbed my phone and wrote in the group chat:

Mikasa: Got the 'package'.

I put the phone down and opened the box. The thing brought batteries and had a little plastic paper that said, "pull here". I think is to protect the device from direct contact with the batteries, I thought.

I pulled the damned paper and the thing started having an epileptic attack. That thing had a demon inside and I didn't know how to do a fucking exorcism! Scared of it, I screamed and dropped it to the floor.

Apparently, Eren heard my scream because he shouted, "I knew it! I am not letting you kill her Fluffy Kim!" while slamming open the door of my room.

I panicked and jumped on top of the frantic thing that looked like it was break dancing on the floor, to hide it.

"What happened?!", Eren asked me.

"Nothing! Get out!", I shouted, trying to stop the damned thing from moving. It felt like I was riding one of those mechanic bulls.

"You screamed! Something happened!!", Eren shouted worriedly.

"What's all the fuss about?", Armin appeared.

"Fluffy Kim sent something dangerous from Amazon to Mikasa!", Eren shouted.

"Fluffy Kim didn't send me shit! Get out!", I said giving a pleading look to Armin.

He got my message and pulled Eren by the back of his shirt, out of my room, and closed the door. I took a deep breath and found the button to turn that demonic thing off. I checked my phone again and read the messages:

Sasha: Yay! You have to name it!

Annie: She's right! Put a name on it!

Mikasa: The thing tried to kill me! I literally just pulled out a piece of paper from it and the thing started to have a panic attack!

Annie: 😂😂

Christa: You can control the intensity, check the instructions! But first, name it!

Ymir: It has to be a sexy name.

I rolled my eyes knowing that they won't drop the subject until I give the thing a name.

Mikasa: Any suggestions?

Sasha: Just think of something that turns you on. 🔥🔥

Something that turns me on, something sexy, I thought as my mind went blank. I started looking around my room. I had a stack of letters and spam stacked on top of my nightstand. I sighed and went through it, I stopped at a promotional flyer for men's underwear. It had a couple of men modeling the underwear. This could work, I thought.

Mikasa: I found a flyer of men's underwear, the models are kind of hot.

Annie: You are messing with us right? 🤦

Sasha: Hold on, she might be onto something. What's the name of the brand?

Mikasa: Levi's, I like it, I will call it Levi.

Christa: 🥳🥳 Now, it's time to let Levi give you a good time!! 🥳

Mikasa: 🤦

I put my phone down and stared at, well, the Levi thing. I still have a couple of hours until dinner, how do I start? Porn? I thought making my mind go into another rant.

Another industry dominated by men, made for men: the porn industry. They try to sell a ridiculous idea of what 'good' sex is supposed to be. They show a man sticking his penis in a woman's vagina with little to no foreplay time. After that, they start going ridiculously fast, like the world is about to end, and start changing the poor woman to different positions like she is some kind of rag doll. They do all of this while ignoring the most important thing: the clitoris. If the poor thing could talk it would scream something around the lines of:

"I'm fucking bored dude!"

"She is faking it!"

"Feeling nothing bro!"

"If I would describe this whole experience with you, I would use the forever-alone meme!"

I locked the door and grabbed the thing, "Let's see, please don't kill me."

-----2 hours later-----

Mikasa: Levi, oooooh Leviiiii!!!!

Annie: 😂😂

Sasha: 🥳🥳🍆🍆🥳🥳

Christa: 😎🔥

Ymir: 💥💦

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Author P.O.V.

"Mikasa, are you ready? Dad is already here!", Eren shouted.

"Yes!", Mikasa said, opening the door of her room ready to go.

"Well, someone is in a good mood.", Eren said while raising a brow.

Ignoring his comment Mikasa said, "Let's go, we don't want to make Grisha wait."

"You are right, Dad has texted me like 5 times already since he arrived.", Eren answered.

They took the elevator down and walked by the building lobby. Eren looked at the security guard and said, "That's a new guard right?"

"Yes, he arrived around two weeks ago.", Mikasa responded.

They went out of the building where Grisha, Eren's dad, was waiting for them inside his car.

"We have to make a quick stop at the bank first.", Grisha said.

Mikasa groaned in protest and said, "You know that nowadays you can do mostly all bank stuff through the internet right? I can teach you."

"I need to speak with a manager, is an account that locked me out and they told me to go to the bank directly. It will be quick.", Grisha explained.

"Why do old people avoid using technology?", Mikasa whispered to Eren.

"I heard that!", Grisha said.

They arrived at the bank and Grisha took a piece of paper and started to fill it out with his account information. He told Mikasa and Eren to start making the line for him. He finished filling up his account information and walked to the spot they were in the line.

"I'm hungry, they look like the Zootopia sloths.", Eren said looking at the bank employees.

Suddenly, a loud sound was heard that shook the whole building. Grisha jumped on top of Mikasa and Eren throwing them to the floor. Smoke was coming from everywhere. A huge truck had collided with the bank's main entrance, making a hole. In an instant, a bunch of men with guns, wearing hoodies, and a clown mask entered the building.

"Hands up! And sit on the floor now!", one of them commanded.

Mikasa P.O.V.

Grisha sat on the floor hugging me, and Eren sat in front of me protectively. A couple of the men grabbed an employee and went through a door. After a minute they started going out with black bags. I remembered that I still had my GPS location shared with my boss since lunch. I grabbed my phone and double-clicked the power button, it was programmed to send a high-priority emergency signal to different agencies. I hid my cellphone, pinching it with the inside border of my jeans and pulling my shirt over it. At that moment, one of the men was walking in front of all of us. He was staring at each one of us on the floor.

Eren was covering me with his body when the man said, "You, move!", to him.

Trying to still cover me Eren asked, "Where?"

The man moved closer to him and said, "To the side, now!", and pointed the gun at his head.

Eren hesitated for a moment but then he moved. I was looking to the floor avoiding the man's gaze, hoping that it had the same effect as when a teacher asks a question in a classroom and you avoid making eye contact in hope that he doesn't pick you to answer.

I saw him with the corner of my eye as he lowered the gun and tilted his head. It seemed as he was confused for a moment.

Grisha tightened his hold on me and I saw the man pointing his gun again.

"You!", he said.

I felt a cold metal being pressed against my forehead. When I lifted my gaze I was staring down the barrel of a Walter Q5 Match Semi-auto pistol, held by a man who had... a scorpion tattoo on his neck and grey eyes.

"You are coming with me."

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Want to know what happens next? Check the rest of the story here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27557422/chapters/67401547

or in Wattpad:

https://www.wattpad.com/980985373-saved-by-deception-encounter

#rivamika #levimika #fanfic

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 4 years ago

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plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off. the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

#spiderman #peter parker x fem #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker fluff #ned leeds #may parker #aunt may #the avengers #mcu #michelle jones #marvel #sony pictures #imagines #peter parker x reader #fluff #peter #parker #avengers

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sorry-apsalar · 4 years ago

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Day Six: Pining

I always think of pining as like unrequited love. Though I prefer to actually be requited, just the POV character thinking it's not. So have a twofer, 2 drabbles in which they both pining after each thinking it'll never be but they're wrong.

Fancy political parties in which one was supposed to act all formal and polite were definitely not Fry’s thing. There wasn’t even a snack table. What kind of important people party didn’t have weird rich people food and fancy expensive alcohol for the guests? Those were the only reasons Fry had decided to attend. Especially since it was Leela who’d been the one making friends with the new alien species they’d discovered. He and Bender had been too busy goofing off during all that to even really belong at this peace treaty celebration or whatever it was.

Speaking of Bender, Fry leaned back against the wall and glanced around the room, scanning the crowd of actual important people who’d been invited. Bender still hadn’t shown up even though he’d said he’d meet Fry down here later. Him being late wouldn’t have been so bad if it didn’t leave Fry with nothing to do. …

Also Bender looked really good in a suit. A chance to see him in one again, probably for a whole evening, was another reason Fry had wanted to come to this thing. But if Bender didn’t show up then…

“Yo Fry!”

Turning to face Bender as he approached, Fry’s hear skipped a beat at the sight of him. Maybe it was just that a fancy suit and bowtie looked nice on anyone but Bender looked really good, one might say hot or even sexy. He was way out of Fry’s league though, huh? So he just greeted him with a hopefully causal smile instead. “Hey Bender, where you’ve been?”

“Around, scouting the place, trying to figure out whose all here and how many of them might have something worth pick-pocketing. But anyway, I need your help with something.”

“Oh okay, what is it?”

“While this suit has the advantage of making these rich assholes respect me more it makes it impossible for me to open up my chest compartment.” He tapped his chest, making a soft muffled clang. “Which severely limits how much effective storage space I have. So I need you to stick with me and be an extra set of pockets for whatever I can manage to rob off these assholes.” Even before he’d finished speaking, he was already linking an arm through Fry’s, pulling him along and away from the wall.

Probably the smart thing to do would be to refuse in case they got caught but… Fry was bored and he’d long since reached a point in which he’d do almost anything Bender told him to do. And while such an attitude had gotten him in trouble or injured quite a few times before, it had also often worked out well and resulted in a fun time so… “Do I get to keep some of it then? Or uh get a cut of whatever you pawn off?”

“Eh, sure I guess.”

“Sweet.” And Fry got to spend the evening on Bender’s arm, doubly sweet.

~***~

“Of all the bloody blasted planets for us to crash land on why’d it have to be an ice planet?” Leela shouted up at the ship as if it had had anything to do with where they’d ended up.

“Better an ice planet than a lava planet,” Bender said even though he agreed that ice planets were pretty bad.

“True, cold is better than hot,” Fry said from next to Bender. “Cold is pretty bad too though. But hey, at least we lost the people who were shooting at us. You need help fixing the ship?”

Leela sighed and shook her head, pulling her arm in to hug herself. “No. The auto-repair systems should be able to fix it in a few hours. It just needs supervising to make sure it does it right. I don’t trust either of you two with that job so just go back into the ship and wait for it to finish.”

Bender hadn’t been planning to volunteer to help anyway so this was great. He was more than willing to go back onto the ship and do nothing for a few hours. And unlike his human companions, the cold wasn’t an issue for him.

“Uh… Bender,” Fry said as the ship doors slid shut behind them. “You think you could do that heater thing for me again? It’s really cold.” He was shivering already as he pulled his arms in to hug himself.

“Fine.” Bender made his tone sound slightly begrudging even though tricking Fry into cuddling with him was one of the purposes he’d had in mind when having the heater parts installed. Fry didn’t need to know that though. “But only because I don’t want to listen to you whine about the cold.”

There wasn’t anywhere one the ship they could comfortably sit next to each other so ultimately they ended up sharing Bender’s usual chair up in the cockpit. Fry basically sat in Bender’s lap, clinging to him and pressed up against him.

“This is kind of awkward, huh?” Fry said even as he pressed himself as close as was physically possible. “You’re really warm though so I don’t care.”

Bender wrapped his arms around Fry because where else could he put them? “You humans are so needy and fragile.” Pleasantly soft and squishy too.

“Yeah. Thanks for putting up with it for my sake.”

A few hours later Leela strode back into the cockpit and towards the pilot’s chair. “The repairs are done so we can…” She cut off, the annoyed expression on her face melting off as caught sight of Bender and Fry. “Aw you guys are so cute. Does this mean you finally told him how you feel?”

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” Bender kept his voice soft and neutral to avoid waking up Fry who was even snoring a little now.

Leela sat in her pilot’s chair and started up the ship. “You know exactly what I mean. Everyone knows actually except for Fry. You’ve been pining after him for ages now and it couldn’t be more obvious.”

That was true but there was no way Fry returned those feelings, right? Also Bender wasn’t supposed to feel that way about anyone in general but especially a meatbag who he was supposed to hate because the whole ‘kill all humans’ thing – Fry was at the top of his very short list of exceptions for that, the list being another thing he wasn’t supposed to have but it was far too late now. And to top it all off… “It’s none of your business so shut up.” To accent his point since he still had to keep his voice soft and quiet, he lifted a hand to flip her.

She chuckled. “Suit yourself then. You don’t have to make a move until you’re ready.”

#my writing #futurama #frender #frender week

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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Robert Picardo as The Doctor is the best thing about Voyager. Now I’m just imagining him teaming up with Penny.

It’s “Write incredibly niche crossover fic in response to an ask” hour! 🥳️

***

One might assume that when the ship hit an unknown anomaly, resulting in a non-organic entity that produced life signs appearing on the bridge, claiming she was from another reality significantly different from their own, that someone of significant rank would see fit to inform the Chief Medical Officer of this threatening, precarious development.

They didn't. The Doctor only found out when Paris stumbled into his sickbay, arm wrapped gingerly around his waist.

"Hiya, Doc. Don't suppose you know anything about treating hugs?"

"Hugs?"

His programming demanded that he focus on the most life threatening problem at any given time. Nevertheless, the Doctor found his gaze shifting to the woman behind Paris, hovering anxiously in the doorway. She appeared human at first glance, but the mechanisms attached to her legs and the soft, nearly undiscernible hum of a power source gave her away. She smoothed hands down the front of her skirt, casting him curious glances in turn.

Paris heaved himself onto a bed, biting off a curse. "Penny, meet the Doc. Doc, Penny. I bet you two would make great friends, I'd just prefer it if you started gabbing after we figure out if I'm dying."

"If only we were so lucky," the Doctor said, already in the midst of a scan, "Hmm. Sadly, the crew will have to weather your presence a while longer, Lieutenant Paris. Your rib was broken."

"Oh, that's just great, I — wait. Was?"

"Already healed." The Doctor waved the osteogenic stimulator in Paris' face. He bat at it like an obnoxious fly. "Really, you people do make a fuss over the smallest bumps and bruises. You're fragile too. Am I to understand that your eighth rib cracked under the force of a hug?"

Paris gestured across the sickbay, his other arm lightly palpitating his side. "Yeah? Maybe? Ask Ms. Super Strength over there."

The address seemed to break whatever stupor Penny was in. She let out a little gasp and flew to Paris' side, fast enough that the Doctor was left blinking at the near teleportation. He made a note to run a self-diagnosis later, just to ensure his optical processors were functioning properly.

"I did not mean to hurt you, Mr. Paris," Penny said, her voice soft and, seemingly, sincere. She reached out towards the biobed, only to draw her hands back before touching his leg. "I thought for sure that someone on such a dangerous mission, a part of your bridge team, would have his aura unlocked."

Paris blinked. "Aura?"

"Whatever it is she's emitting, I'd wager," the Doctor said, now scanning Penny from the top of her curls to the toe of her boots. At his words a shimmering green light appeared on the surface of her skin, seeming to be both a part of and separate from her. "Huh. Fascinating."

Penny nodded. Crisis averted and conversation turned scientific, she seemed to shake off the previous anxiety, beginning to bounce with a child-like glee. "Yes! Where I come from everyone has aura — it is the manifestation of our souls — but only a few are able to use it. You must train for a very long time and then your aura can protect you!" Penny looked down at her gloved hands, deflating just a bit. "I would like to show you, but I am not a human girl. Or a faunus one. Aura creates a shield to absorb damage and it can heal minor wounds, but though I am the first synthetic being to generate aura, my body is inorganic. Injuring myself would not provide you with the demonstration my friends could give you. I am sorry."

"That's, uh..." Paris pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me see if I understand this. You're sorry that you're not the one who's injured and instantly healing?"

"Yes."

"Right. Well, that's enough alternate reality for one day." Paris hoped down from the bed, patting Penny's shoulder. "Don't even worry about it, kid. Doc's given me a clean bill of health — "

"I've done nothing of the sort. There's clearly something wrong with you, though nothing I’m capable of fixing."

" — and you saved me from another of Tuvok's drills. Can't tell you how grateful I am."

Paris only had two inches on Penny, if that, but she looked up at him like he was larger than life. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. Safety drills with a Vulcan? That's this reality's torture. You're a hero, Penny, no question."

The Doctor was just opening his mouth to remind Lieutenant Paris of their protocols, which included trying to limit the subjective information given to visiting species, when the door opened and in stumbled Ensign Kim.

His expression was poised somewhere between worry and humor. It was, all in all, an unbecoming look.

"Salutations, Harry!" Penny gave a rather exaggerated wave considering they were only a few feet apart. Kim playfully held up his hands, warding off an advance.

"Don't tell me you're injured too," the Doctor said, but it seemed the trio was inclined to ignore him. What utterly rude behavior. He'd certainly never experienced that before.

Harry slung one arm around Penny's shoulders, his other over Paris', drawing the two close together. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Oh yes!"

"Depends on the secret, Harry..."

He shot a feral grin at Paris. "Remember the fight last month? Gordon laying into Maria over those power couplings?"

The Doctor certainly remembered. It wasn't every day he got to extract a fork from a man's back. Not that Maria had pushed Gordon onto the utensil on purpose. Their rather dramatic fight had led to an equally dramatic makeup, the majority of which, sadly, took place in his sickbay.

"Well," Harry went on, "the Captain wanted me to install some cameras in the mess hall. The whole ship, really, given the number of anomalies we've encountered, you among them." He poked Penny in the ribs, eliciting a giggle. "But the majority of incidents tends to happen over meals, for whatever reason, and what I'm getting at is that I now have a recording of Tom Paris getting tackled by a little girl and crying like a baby."

"Delete it," Tom said at the exact moment Penny apologized again. For a second their three voices overlapped, demands, guilt, and elation all blending together. The Doctor observed the strange phenomenon, trying to follow what precisely had taken place. Something about Lieutenant Paris sharing his replicator rations, thus earning said, rib-crushing hug? Not that it mattered. The point, according to Ensign Kim, was that he'd secured the best moment in Voyager history on tape and, yes, he'd already sent a copy to everyone on board.

Such interactions, though humorous in their own way, were not meant for a professional environment. The Doctor had just opened his mouth to tell them all to get out, take the reality-bending anomaly with you, when the Captain saved him the trouble.

"Ensign Kim, Lieutenant Paris, please report to my ready room immediately."

"You're busted," Paris sang, doing a strange little dance.

"I'm busted? You're the one who tried to counterfeit extra rations for her — !"

And away they went, bickering all the while. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

That is, until he realized that Penny hadn't gone with them.

"Ah... hello?"

"Salutations!"

The Doctor winced. "No need to shout. I'm right beside you."

"Oh. I am sorry." Penny came even closer, rocking forward on the balls of her feet. "Mr. Paris called you 'Doctor.' My father is a doctor too. He is the one who built me."

"And he did quite a remarkable job of it," he said, taking another few, discrete scans. "But I am a medical doctor, not a... biological engineer, I suppose, and as impressive a specimen as you are, I have a great deal of work to do. Not the least of which is adding your information to the ship's database in case your presence causes more than just a cracked rib. Because we certainly wouldn't want to inform the Chief Medical Officer of a new passenger, now would we? So if you would please...?" The Doctor made a few shooing motions that he hoped she understood. There was no way to tell how people in her reality might communicate, especially through something as complex as body language.

Case in point: Penny gave him a salute in return. The Doctor could only stare. No one had ever saluted him before.

...he rather liked it.

"Doctor?" Another hiss as the doors opened. Penny began vibrating.

"Salutations, Kes!"

The Doctor winced. "Is that the only greeting you know?"

"Says the man who begins every conversation with 'Please state the nature of the medical emergency.'"

Today was just a bundle of discoveries. The Doctor found that he didn't like the look Kes was casting him, nor the implications of her statement. "I tried others," he defended himself. "That was the best way to greet my fellow crewmembers! It's what I prefer, thank you very much."

"'Salutations' is what I prefer too," Penny said, seeming to have missed his earlier criticism. "It's such a fun, happy word, don't you think?"

"I don't — I'm not — " The Doctor cut himself off with a huff. From the corner of his eye he saw Kes snatch a vial off the nearby tray — Ensign Harver's medication — and give a jaunty wave and she trotted out the door. He'd raised his finger to point sternly at Penny, turned it on Kes, only to turn it back when she abandoned him. Rude.

"I am a doctor," he said, “not an entertainer. It is my job to fix any and all medical problems that may develop on this ship, not to have fun with wordplay. I'm not programmed for fun."

"...programmed?"

Dismissing the whispered word, the Doctor decided that the best course of action was to simply ignore the girl. She was clearly attached to the rest of the crew already, so if he ceased engaging with her she would become bored and leave him in peace. However, no sooner had he turned away then Penny had zipped in front of him, demonstrating that impressive speed again. One moment there were the pristinely white walls of his sickbay, the next a mass of red and green had assaulted his vision, not unlike an exuberant Christmas tree. The Doctor stumbled back with a squawk.

"You are programmed? You are like me!" she cried, snatching his hand. He was too stunned to immediately pull away and Penny took full advantage of his shock, poking and prodding at his palm with an intensity he might have otherwise admired. "You feel very human. Father said that I must not get too close to people. They might notice the metal I am made of, but your father has done a most excellent job! I would never have know that you are an android too."

The description of Doctor Zimmerman as his father made something hot coil in the pit of the Doctor's nonexistent stomach, the feeling undercut only by the strange sensation of Penny holding his hand. Yes, now that she'd mentioned it, he could feel the difference: she possessed a heavier, less pliable appendage than a human would. It wasn't unpleasant, just an intimacy he hadn't asked for, and the Doctor snatched his fingers back, settling on the easiest of her assumptions to correct.

He straightened his shirt, adopting a sardonic smile. "I am not an android, I am a hologram. I am produced using a magnetic containment field and I can modulate my own projection to interact with the matter around us, or pass through it, if I so choose. It is a very convincing imitation of life, dependent on the ship's computers and the projectors in this room. In short, my existence is a far less impressive display of technological advancement than yours, something I suspect Lieutenant Torres would greatly admire. Perhaps you should visit her and leave me in peace."

Penny didn't leave though, just continued to stare up at him, obscenely innocent. "Imitation?"

"Are you programmed to repeat whatever I say? Perhaps I should be clearer: please leave!"

"You are not an imitation."

Reports were a common occurrence on Voyager, of first contacts, missions gone wrong, the current status of the ship. The Doctor considered himself quite qualified to explain any and all situations he might experience and, due to his increased memory, was arguably in a better position to provide an objectively accurate account of events. It was rather a point of pride, in fact. Yet if the Captain had asked him to explain the change that had just taken place, he would have been at a loss. Penny was a kind and soft-spoken girl, outside of her exuberance, of course. Yet someone different stood before him now, hard-eyed and burning with passion. Quite literally. The Doctor felt her core temperature rising by several degrees, the space between them growing hot as her mechanics responded to whatever emotion was currently coursing through her circuits.

How interesting, in a rather intimidating way.

"I'm... not?" The Doctor suspected that any disagreement would be a mistake.

Penny furiously shook her head, curls whipping about her face. "You are not! And I find it very upsetting to hear you speak that way. I... I suppose Ruby must have been very upset too."

Ruby?

The Doctor didn't get the chance to ask. Penny grabbed his hand again, gripping it with a strength that made him better appreciate Lieutenant Paris' injuries.

"I used to think as you do, Doctor," she said, all green-eyed intensity. "That I was not a real girl because my father built me, because I could do more than a human girl could and, sometimes, less than as well, but I was wrong. And you..." Penny took a deep breath, her face lighting up with a smile. "You’ve got a heart and a soul. I can feel it. You think just because you're got a computer and projectors instead of nuts and bolts that makes you any less real than me?"

"I... no." And to his intense surprise, the Doctor found that he meant it. So what if he didn't have a physical stomach to experience anxiety in? Or if he could only exist in here and the holodeck? He thought, felt, could learn, make decisions... what else was life, really? Unconsciously, the Doctor squeezed Penny’s hand back. "You’re right. I’m not an imitation, but the real thing. Quite a stellar example of life too, if I do say so myself."

Penny squealed and flung her arms around him, pulling him into one of those deadly hugs. The Doctor winced, hesitantly reaching up to pat her back, but it appeared that this quick formality wouldn't appease her as it did Ensign Kim. With a sigh he rolled his eyes and resigned himself to the attention.

It wasn't horrible.

"I am so very glad that I have made a new friend today," Penny said, rocking him side-to-side.

"Oh. Are we friends now?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, well then, as a friend..." The Doctor cleared his throat, letting her take just a little more of his weight. "I don't suppose you have any advice on choosing a name?"

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Surprise?

Febuwhump Day 27: identity reveal

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“Hey do you want to come over tonight?” Ned asked as they stood at their lockers, shoving their books into their backpacks.

“I can’t. It’s a Friday remember?” Peter said, feeling kind of bad. He knew he’d been neglecting Ned lately with everything that was going on in his life. Juggling decathlon, school, homework, Spiderman, and his internship made it seem like there was just never enough time in the day, or week for that matter, for all the stuff he needed to get done.

“So?” Ned frowned.

“I have my Stark internship on Fridays.” He reminded him.

“Oh right.” Ned nodded as they walked down the hallway toward the school doors. “So, are you going to tell Mr. Stark about you know what today?”

“Um no.” He winced. He’d applied for the Stark internship on a whim a year ago and had actually gotten it. The day he’d found out he was going to be interning directly under Tony Stark, he’d almost wet himself, but after almost a year of working with him, that had definitely faded. As Mr. Stark would say, he sassed him more than he complimented him now.

When he’d gotten bit by the radioactive spider six months ago, he’d thought about telling Mr. Stark about his new powers, but by then they’d grown close enough that he was worried Mr. Stark wouldn’t allow him to keep being Spiderman if he found out. And then Ben had died. And thoughts of anything else had gone out the window.

“Peter.” Ned chastised. “It’s been weeks. You should just tell him. He’s going to figure it out soon anyway.”

“Not necessarily. Spiderman’s been around for the last six months and Mr. Stark hasn’t figured it out yet.” Peter hedged. Ok, so realistically he knew Mr. Stark would eventually figure it out, but he’d been extra careful ever since the man had started up his hunt to find out who Spiderman was. Besides, Peter had an advantage. He worked directly with his enemy, so he was always one step ahead of him and Mr. Stark had no idea.

“Yeah he’s been around for six months, but Mr. Stark has only been looking for him for the last three weeks.” Ned argued. “He’s getting closer and you know it.”

Peter did know it. On Wednesday Mr. Stark had shown him a clip of Spiderman swinging into an abandoned alleyway to change. His mentor had been so sure he’d had him, but then a garbage truck had driven by the entrance of the alleyway just as Peter was leaving in his street clothes, luckily obscuring his identity. Mr. Stark had sworn up a blue streak and Peter had made a mental note to be much more cognizant of city cameras whenever he was getting in and out of the suit.

“But if I tell him who I am then it’ll take all the fun out of it for him.” Peter smirked. He’d known Mr. Stark long enough to know that as much as he kept complaining about ‘this webhead’ he was enjoying the challenge of it. Peter didn’t want to spoil it for him. At least that’s what he’d been telling himself the last few weeks ever since Mr. Stark had told him he wanted his help to find Spiderman.

“You’re playing with fire dude.” Ned warned as they passed through the school doors to outside.

“Why? What’s he going to do to me if he finds out?” Peter said with false bravado. “Ground me? He’s not my dad.”

“Does he know that though?” Ned joked. “Didn’t he pack you a lunch for school when you stayed over at his place last week?”

“Yeah.”

“And didn’t he spend all day watching a Star Wars marathon with you last weekend when he doesn’t even like Star Wars?”

Peter made a face. Ok, so Ned kind of had a point.

“And don’t him and your aunt have like coffee dates every month now just to talk about you?”

“Ok ok I get it.”

“So how do you think he’s going to react when he finds out you’ve been keeping this from him?” Ned asked.

“He’s going to be pissed.” He decided.

“Right.” Ned nodded. “And do you think he’ll be more or less pissed if he finds out on his own instead of you telling him about it?”

“Definitely more.” Peter agreed.

“Ok so you agree you should tell him today.”

“No.”

“Peter!” Ned shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”

“It’s all a moot point anyway. He’s not going to find out.”

“Hopeless and in denial.” Ned said.

Peter rolled his eyes.

“Whatever dude. It’s your funeral. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Ned clapped him on the shoulder and turned to start walking home. “Text me if you want to hang out this weekend.”

“I will.” Peter said and made his way toward the nondescript Audi waiting for him.

“Hey Happy.” He greeted the man behind the steering wheel as he crawled in. Or as he liked to think of him, not-so-Happy.

Happy didn’t respond to his greeting as he started driving away, but Peter still liked to think he was slowly growing on the man.

“Guess what we did in chemistry today? Our teacher said—”

“I’ll give you this snickers bar if you don’t talk for the next ten minutes.” Happy interrupted, holding up said candy bar as proof.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Ok.” He stared out the window. The man was bringing him candy now. He was definitely growing on him.

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Ned was wrong. Mr. Stark didn’t figure out Spiderman’s identity that week. Or even the week after. Or the week after that. Although Peter did have another close call with a traffic camera he didn’t know was installed nearby when he’d taken his mask off to deal with a bloody nose. In the intervening weeks, he’d thought more seriously about coming clean to his mentor because Mr. Stark was getting a little obsessive and it was making Peter’s life a lot harder. He had to completely avoid the area near his apartment now because Tony had come up with an algorithm to track where Spiderman was sighted and he was using it as a tool to try to narrow in on his possible residence. Admittedly smart, but super annoying for Peter because now he had to walk at least ten blocks home every night after Spidermanning. And his mentor had even figured out the components of his web fluid, although he hadn’t been able to successfully reverse engineer it yet. Part of Peter felt a spark of pride at that even though some of his Mr. Stark’s failure might’ve been his fault. He’d been trying his hardest to slow him down. But now that his mentor knew the web fluid materials, he was looking for people who had bought large quantities of those exact chemicals. At least Peter was safe in that regard, he still mooched everything from his chemistry class. But by now even Peter had to admit it was only a matter of time before Mr. Stark thought of something even Peter couldn’t foresee or deter.

Ned had been on his case the past week about telling the man and Peter was seriously considering it for the first time.

“Hey Mr. Stark!” He greeted as he walked into the man’s lab, feeling his usual flash of wonder. After a year, having access to Tony Stark’s private lab still hadn’t gotten old.

“Hey Mr. Parker.” His mentor said, spinning in his desk chair to face him. “How many more times am I going to have to tell you to call me Tony?”

Peter shrugged. Honestly, he did it now solely because he knew it annoyed him. “What are you doing?” He asked, sidestepping the question and pointing to the holoscreens Mr. Stark had pulled up over his desk.

Mr. Stark narrowed his eyes at him as if trying to decide whether or not to push the name thing, but after a moment he twirled back to face the screens, letting it go. “I’m hacking into a bodega’s security camera.”

Peter walked over to him, dropping his backpack on the ground next to the desk with the weight of the knowledge that it held the suit of the very vigilante Mr. Stark was looking for. He stared at the screens over the man’s shoulder. They looked oddly familiar. “Why?”

“Because I’ve finally got the little pipsqueak.” Mr. Stark said with eager excitement.

“What are you talking about? Because you’re starting to sound a little supervillainy...” Peter joked.

“Spiderman.” Mr. Stark answered. “I finally got him.”

Peter’s heart leapt into his chest as he asked nervously, “You did? Um h-how?”

“He repeatedly patrols around this area.” Mr. Stark explained and pointed to the corresponding area on the map of Queens. The part right by Mr. Delmar’s shop. Oh shit. He hadn’t thought of that and he thought he’d been so careful. “Ever since I realized it, I’ve had FRIDAY continuously scanning the traffic cameras and we got lucky. She caught him going into this alleyway here.” Mr. Stark pointed to the alley on the screen. “Now watch. A minute later someone comes out.”

Peter watched himself exit the alleyway with his navy hoodie pulled up over his head to obscure his face. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. There was no way you could tell that was him.

“Now, I know you can’t see his face, and I couldn’t get a good enough angle from any other cameras in the area, but I managed to follow him the next three blocks to this bodega. I screened the footage from outside of it for the previous hour before he goes in, and if I’m right, it should be completely empty except for him.”

Yeah, that tracked. No one had been in there when he’d visited Mr. Delmar and Murph yesterday.

“So?” He asked, sensing Mr. Stark was waiting for him to do so.

“So my young grasshopper, whoever this guy is goes in with his hood up, but when he comes out ten minutes later, look.” Mr. Stark pointed to the screen. “His hood is still up but the strings around it aren’t pulled tight anymore which means…”

“He took it off in the store.” Peter mumbled in shock. He had taken it off in the store. He’d thought he was safe, and he hadn’t wanted Mr. Delmar to think he was being a weirdo punk.

“He took it off in the store.” Mr. Stark repeated with satisfaction. “So, if I can hack into the bodega’s security footage, I can finally figure out exactly who this little twerp is that’s been evading me these past couple months.”

“Uh huh.” He said distractedly as he tried to figure out a way out of this, but no ideas came to mind. Shit. He never should’ve stopped for a sandwich yesterday during patrol. It didn’t matter how hungry he’d been or how good they tasted.

Mr. Stark continued typing away and moment later declared, “Ah ha! I’m in.”

“Um Mr. Stark, there’s something I need to tell you.” Peter tried to nervously interject, but his mentor was in the zone. Peter could’ve been screaming he was on fire and Mr. Stark wouldn’t have heard him.

“Get ready to be amazed kid.” Mr. Stark said, cocky as hell as he brought up the footage from the camera behind Mr. Delmar’s counter. “It’s finally time to see exactly who you are Spiderman.”

“Uh…” He really needed to say something or do something or—

Too late. The feed from Mr. Delmar’s camera came up on the screen. He froze. There was Mr. Delmar, and Murph lying on the counter, and there he was walking in with his hood over his head. Shit. His hand moved up to his hood. It was a lot like watching a train wreck in slow motion. And his hood was off. His profile wasn’t very descript, but he knew any second he’d turn toward Mr. Delmar and be facing the camera straight on. And yep. There he was. In all his idiot glory.

“Wait.” Mr. Stark frowned and leaned closer to the screen as if he didn’t believe his eyes. “That looks like…”

Peter winced and a split second later Mr. Stark whirled to face him, face showing absolute shock.

“You.” Mr. Stark accused and then said in disbelief. “It’s you.”

He fake shrugged, holding his hands out, palms up. “Surprise?”

“What the f—”

“I’m sorry!”

Mr. Stark stood from his chair so fast it fell over backward. He pointed a finger at him. “You’re Spiderman? This whole time I’ve been looking for him and he’s been in my own lab? My very own intern?”

“Um, it looks like it?”

“Don’t be cute. Yes or no.”

“Yes.” He nodded, backing up as Mr. Stark slowly advanced toward him. Peter’s eyes widened. “I was going to tell you! I was! But then I just…didn’t?”

“You were helping me look for him!”

Peter made a considering face. “Well, I was pretending to? But really I was trying to stay one step ahead of you.”

He bumped into his desk chair and fell into it. Tony stood over him, arms crossed, still looking more than a little angry.

“How. Did. This. Happen?” Tony ground out.

“Um, remember that field to Oscorp that I went on about six months ago that you said I shouldn’t go on?” Peter asked nervously.

“Yes.”

“Turns out you were right.” He said as he nodded.

“What?”

“I uh got bit by a radioactive spider, and it made me so sick I thought I was dying, but then I woke up and I was this.” He gestured at his body.

Mr. Stark’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Oh. Um.” He lifted his shirt so Mr. Stark could see his perfectly chiseled six pack abs.

“Jesus kid.” Mr. Stark shook his head.

“Oh and I lied about getting contacts. I didn’t. I just don’t need glasses anymore. The bite fixed all of that. And I don’t have allergies or asthma anymore either, so you can update that on my employee form if you want.”

“Yes because that’s what’s important right now.” Mr. Stark scoffed.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated although it seemed like Mr. Stark’s anger was cooling. He didn’t look like he was about to have an aneurysm anymore. “I should’ve told you when you started looking for Spiderman. I know I wasted your time.”

“No! You should’ve told me six months ago when it first happened!” Mr. Stark yelled. Ok, so maybe he was still pretty mad. “You thought you were dying and you didn’t tell anyone? And then you woke up with superpowers and you still didn’t tell anyone?”

“Yeah, that’s the gist of it.” He grimaced.

Mr. Stark put his hand over his face as she shook his head. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before dropping his hand and meeting Peter’s gaze to ask, “So no one knows?”

“Well, um, Ned knows because he caught me sneaking into my room as Spiderman, and now…you know.” Peter answered.

“May doesn’t know?”

“No.” He shook his head vehemently.

“Of course not.” Mr. Stark scoffed. “Because why would you tell a responsible adult you’re going out at all hours of the night to fight criminals. Jesus.” Mr. Stark shook his head again in disbelief. “You’re going out at all hours of the night to fight criminals. Well that ends today.”

“No!” Peter shot to his feet and raised his chin as he faced Mr. Stark unflinchingly. “I’m not going to stop! And you can’t make me!” He knew the wording made him sound like a petulant child but he didn’t care.

Mr. Stark raised his eyebrows at him in challenge and Peter had to force himself to stand tall and not wither under his gaze. Sometimes he forgot Mr. Stark was Ironman, Tony Stark, but at times like these, getting stared down by the man, he remembered.

Mr. Stark shook his head and said, “You’re fourteen years old.”

“I’m fifteen! And I know you know that! You got me a birthday present.” He accused. “Besides, I’ve been doing this for six months and I’ve been fine. I’m not going to stop now. And this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you! I knew you’d go all nuts about it!”

“Yes because not wanting to let a child run around in the middle of the night fighting crime is nuts.” Mr. Stark rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a child!”

Mr. Stark frowned and the next second he suddenly spun on his heels and marched over to where he’d left his backpack, lifting it up to his desk and opening it.

“Hey that’s mine!” Peter protested, hurrying over to him but it was too late. Mr. Stark fished out his Spiderman suit from the bottom of it and held it out.

“This? This is what you fight crime in? It’s a onesie!”

“No it’s not.” He frowned. He’d put a lot of work into making that. He didn’t appreciate Mr. Stark making fun of it.

“What is it then?”

“My super suit.” He smiled.

“We are never watching The Incredibles again.” Mr. Stark shook his head. “And what are these?” His mentor asked, holding up his goggles to his own eyes. “How the hell do you even see anything through these?”

Peter snatched them from his hands. “They help. Ever since I got my powers all my senses are have been dialed to eleven. There’s way too much input. Those help me filter it out and focus.”

Mr. Stark frowned, looking at him in a way he never had before, like there might be something wrong with him, which didn’t make any sense. He’d never once looked at weak, little, half blind, asthmatic Peter Parker the way he was now looking at Spiderman. Peter didn’t like it.

Mr. Stark dropped his suit to his desk with a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “So let me get this straight, you got bit by a radioactive spider, almost died but didn’t, woke up with super powers and then decided to sew a onesie and start swinging around town fighting crime?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Tell me why. Why are you doing this?” The man ordered and Peter could tell this was important.

“Because…when you can do the things I can and you don’t and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.” He explained solemnly and tried not to think of his uncle lying limp on the concrete, bleeding out.

Mr. Stark sighed and dropped back down into his desk chair, resting a fist over his mouth as he examined Peter.

Peter tried not to fidget under the scrutiny.

“If I let you do this, we’re doing it my way.” Mr. Stark finally spoke.

“Yes!” Peter thrust his arms in the air and then threw himself at Mr. Stark to hug him. “Thank Mr. Stark! Thank you!”

Mr. Stark patted his back awkwardly. “Yeah. All right. All right. Don’t thank me yet. There are going to be ground rules. A lot of ground rules. And a curfew.”

“Aw come on.” Peter complained as he pulled away.

“And I don’t want to hear any sass about it, because you can say I can’t stop you all you want, but you and I both know I can.” Mr. Stark held a finger up at him in warning. It was true. He did know. “First of all, I’m going to make you a suit.”

“Really?” His eyes went wide.

“Really. You’re in dire need of an upgrade. I can’t let you keep swinging around town in this.” Mr. Stark poked at his super suit as if was a stinky pile of garbage.

“It’s not that bad…” He argued but the thought of having a suit built for him by Mr. Stark made him want to jump up and down in excitement.

“And I’m telling May.” Mr. Stark said.

“No! Please Mr. Stark, you can’t tell her!”

“She needs to know kid. You’re her responsibility and you’re out there risking your life.”

“Risking my life is kind of an exaggeration. I mean I don’t do that many dangerous things. I’m more like the friendly neighborhood spiderman.”

“I saw a video of you webbing up bank robbers last week. They were shooting at you. Very real bullets. Very real life risking danger.” Mr. Stark said, not amused. A second later he frowned as he stared off in the distance at the wall behind Peter, looking like he was deep in thought.

“Uh, Mr. Stark?” Peter prompted.

“Just replaying in my head all those videos I’ve seen of you doing stupidly dangerous stunts.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “They’re not that bad.”

Mr. Stark arched an eyebrow at him.

“Please don’t tell May.” He pleaded. “If she knows she’s going to freak out and then I’m going to freak out and she doesn’t need this kind of stress right now, not after…” He trailed off, not wanting to talk about his uncle’s death. He could tell Mr. Stark understood though because he made the face everyone made whenever Peter mentioned Ben these days.

Mr. Stark ran a hand down his face and nodded. “Ok fine.”

“Thank you!”

“But I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.”

“Fine.” Peter didn’t like it, but it was better than the alternative.

“So.” Mr. Stark sighed and slapped his thighs before standing. “That web fluid. You made that yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Mr. Stark smiled, and Peter didn’t think he was imagining the pride in his eyes. “Where’d you get the supplies?”

“Chemistry class.”

Mr. Stark snorted. “Of course you did. You want to walk me through how you make it?”

Peter grinned. “Sure.”

Huh. Maybe Ned had been right. Mr. Stark finding out hadn’t been as bad as he’d thought it would be.

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my-happy-little-bean · 4 years ago

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The Bookkeeper – Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Dispossessed

pairings: logan/patton (logicality), roman/virgil (prinxiety) words: 3399 chapter warnings: mild swearing, arguments chapter summary: with one sunrise comes a sunset.

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For the next couple of days, Logan felt like he was walking on clouds.

He glowed pretty much anywhere he went, leaving a dainty trail of blue magic dust behind each step. It felt as though the stars themselves were following him.

Since the night of the movie, Logan and Patton have been inseparable. Each day was a new adventure that not only Logan embarked on, but Patton as well. Together, they pieced together the fragments of Logan’s question — not to the point where he was able to write about any of it (everything he came up with was too annoyingly optimistic with not enough patched holes to make something interesting), but really, he had little time to write much nowadays.

Patton consumed his vision at almost any given moment. When he turned to grab a book off a shelf, Patton was already doing it for him. When he rolled over to the middle of the bed after a restful night, Patton was there, softly snoring beside him. When he blinked, there was Patton, alongside the feeling of blossoming flowers in his stomach.

And he found himself mere weeks before the university conference, but he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was that he was filled with a feeling — one of butterflies and light and the kind of magic that would flicker in a child’s eye, except now it’s right in front of him.

On one of the afternoons in particular, Logan found himself flipping in and out of Virgil Aries’ book, idly writing and, soon after, crossing out any progress he made. He wasn’t necessarily stuck—he had many avenues to go down—but he was swarming with so much new knowledge, he didn’t quite know where to start.

He levitated another book across the room with ease and brought it to him, just as the door opened.

“Heya, Lo!” Patton beamed. Logan felt his shoulders relax as he set the book aside.

“Hello, dear.” He walked over to Patton and kissed his cheek. “How are you?”

“Excited to see you!” Patton giggled. “What are you working on?"

Logan’s eyes lit up as he pointed to a few books on the counter, and lifted all of them into the air in a flurry of blue dust. Patton’s eyes went wide with awe as Logan let them circle around their heads, flawlessly flipping through each one and explaining the many ideas he had scrawled on sticky notes, which poked out of each book.

Halfway through his ramble, he heard someone clearing his throat behind one of the books. He frowned, swiping his hand downwards in the air and letting the book dip down in motion.

Behind the floating book was Roman, arms crossed with a slight frown. Logan smiled sheepishly.

“Ah! Roman, you’re up.” He quickly made a brushing gesture with his hands, and the books scattered back onto the shelves. “I hope I didn’t wake you, heh.”

“I just rearranged the books yesterday,” Roman grumbled, but shook his head. “And you didn’t wake me, I sleep as soundly as Aurora herself.”

Patton laughed, waving at Roman. “Hi!”

Roman narrowed his eyes at Patton and gave him a tired, but present, smile.

“Ah, Patton! Hello!” He let out a small yawn. “Just the person I woke up for.”

Patton tilted his head. Even Logan frowned, equally confused. Roman stared at both of them, deadpanned, and sighed.

“It’s book nook day, remember? You said last week that you’d rather have it today…?”

“Oh!” Patton looked at Logan with a frown. “Oh, shoot, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot about the book nook. I know we had–”

“Do you guys have plans?” Roman cut in, face twisted with disappointment. Logan concealed his wince.

“No, no, we can always postpone.”

Patton’s frown deepened.

“Are you sure? You’ve been looking forward to this opening ever since we booked tickets…”

“Janus can give us their own tour at a later time.” Logan took Patton’s hand into his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, we may still be able to catch the opening depending on how long you are in the book nook with Roman.”

“Oh, not long at all!” Patton said, perking back up. Logan grimaced. Roman was steaming red, even without his magic.

“I sincerely don’t want to interrupt.”

Logan opened his mouth to protest before Patton’s eyes widened.

“Hey! I have a nifty idea.” He turned on his heel to face Logan. “How about you come with us?”

A beat of silence. Logan let the idea, and its implications, settle into his chest. It’s been...years, and it felt even longer than that. The last book nook he had been in...goodness, he didn’t even know what it was, but he knew it was his grandfather’s choice, because his grandfather was still around.

Even Roman, all hard feelings aside, gave Logan a worried look.

“I– I’m sure Logan has other things to do, Patton. Right, Lo? Don’t you have any writing to catch up on–”

“No,” Logan blurted out. Roman and Patton exchanged glances. Logan straightened himself up, clearing his throat and smiling at Patton. “I...I would love to join you both.”

Patton broke into a wide grin. Logan then looked at Roman, almost searching his face for any semblance of approval. Instead, he was met with a tight, almost bitter smile.

“That settles it!” Roman clapped his hands together. “Time for an extra special adventure, then! I would never have expected it to be like this, but...well, here we are…”

Roman flew past bookshelves and searched for possible books. As he did so, Logan felt Patton’s hand find his own.

“Hey,” Patton murmured. “Are you okay? I’m sorry for kinda jumping the gun a bit there, heh.”

“No, I’m...I’m fine.”

Patton frowned. “You don’t really have to come with us– I mean, I’d be thrilled, but obviously if you’re not comfortable…”

“No, no.” Logan brought Patton’s hand to his lips in a soft kiss. “I will be okay with you.”

Patton nodded, gently resting his head against Logan’s shoulder. Roman levitated a few books onto the front counter.

“Okay, so we have a few options here.” He juggled each book in the air over his head as he described them. “We got swash-buckling adventures, architectural wonders– ooh, this one’s in a series of books detailing the adventures a guy who solves moral dilemmas in his living room and is helped by the physical manifestations of his personality– it’s lacked new installments as of late, but it’s still fun...”

“Ah! Wait a moment.” Logan reached over Roman’s head and grabbed one of the books hovering in the air. He brought it closer to the eye's view and smiled. “How about this one?”

Roman flew to rest on Logan’s shoulder, reading the title aloud.

“Le Guin’s The Dispossessed. ” He glared at Logan. “Really? Kinda old, isn’t it?”

“I suppose, though I remember my grandfather reading this one to me sometimes.” Logan turned the cover to read the synopsis. “ ‘An ambiguous utopia’...”

“It sounds cool!” Patton said, grabbing Logan’s arm and pulling himself closer to Logan’s side. He scanned the synopsis alongside Logan. “All about the future and different planets and stuff– I don’t know if we’ve visited a sci-fi book before!”

“Hmm, fine. I don’t know what I expected from Sir Geeks-A-Lot, but whatever!”

Roman motioned for Logan to set the book open on the counter. He floated off of Logan’s shoulder and went to kneel on the pages, pressing his hands on the words below him. Roman looked down. His hands were starting to glow red, but ended up flickering in and out.

“Come on… ”

“Everything okay?” Patton asked. Logan looked over at Roman in keen curiosity, but Roman waved him off.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Roman kept his stare glued to the page, muttering to himself, “Maybe I just need a running start…”

He cleared his throat.

“ ‘ It was the most beautiful view Shevek had ever seen’, ” Roman read aloud. “ ‘ The tenderness and vitality of the colours, the mixture of rectilinear human design and powerful, profligate natural contours’... ”

Words slowly began to lift into the air and weaved themselves in Roman’s faded, but pulsing, red magic. Logan, almost instinctively, held close to Patton, whose eyes were fixated on the swirling words around them. In the corner of Logan’s vision, he swore he saw a skyline.

“ ‘The variety and harmony of the elements gave an impression of complex wholeness as he had never seen, except, perhaps, foreshadowed on a small scale in certain serene and thoughtful human faces’. ”

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and finished his excerpt: “ ‘ This is what a world is supposed to look like’.”

And when Logan blinked, he was no longer in his shop.

Instead, he found himself standing on a hill overlooking a city skyline, double helixes of what he assumed were roads suspended in the air and circling some spires. A rising sun peeked through the tall building; and a faded, but ever present, moon eclipsed the sky, larger than life and persistent in the morning glow.

But this city was miles away from where he were. The grassy hill beneath his feet was lush and soft, and swayed gently in the wind. He looked behind him and saw a glimpse of a forest that lined his vision, which was filtered in warm colours; a stark contrast from any city he had ever visited.

And it was here , all of it. Logan reached his hand out and there it was: air from a different world. He was really here, in the middle of someone’s mind and creation. He was here.

“Wow,” Patton breathed out beside him. “This is so cool.”

“Le Guin has been known for her world building, grand and sprawling with rich imagery,” Roman hummed. He flopped on the book and exhaled slowly. “She was quite brilliant. Subverted a lot of typical speculative fiction tropes, especially for her time.” Roman smiled. “And she made these really good muffins…”

Roman’s words were drowned out by Logan’s mind as he turned around slowly in his place, capturing each landmark in his mind. It was all real. He was really in Urras– Le Guin’s interplanetary utopia– and he was really in her book.

“Lo?” Patton placed his hand on his shoulder. Logan jolted upon contact. “You’ve been quiet for a while...are you...okay?”

“I’m...I…” Logan took a deep breath and faced Patton with a shaky smile. In the distance, he swore he could hear the voice of his grandfather lingering in the air and continuing where Roman left off.

“I’m here,” he finally said. “I’m really here.”

“ Duh .” Roman laughed from where he laid on the book. “I told you, you’ve been missing out.” He smiled smugly. “Still think there’s nothing in books, Specs?”

Logan shook his head, not answering Roman as he sat down on the grass beside the laid out book. Patton joined him, watching the sun rise over the horizon.

“I can’t believe it was real,” Logan whispered. It was an illogical thing to say– of course book nooks were real– but he hadn’t been truly immersed in one for so long. Their existence barely flickered in the back of his mind.

“Just enjoy the view,” Roman murmured from beside him. For a moment, Logan thought Roman sounded almost proud – whether in himself or Logan, he couldn’t quite tell.

They sat there in relative silence for a few moments, only interrupted by Logan conjuring up a sketchpad and a pencil for Patton when inspiration had struck him. But he relished in the quiet, in the whispering winds that carried a story Logan now knew better. He rested his head on Patton’s shoulder and soaked in the company, feeling an absence that was buried deep in his chest become full.

“And what have you been up to these past few days?” Patton asked, snapping Logan out of his stupor. He hadn’t even realized that Patton and Roman were talking.

He looked down to see Roman fiddling with his thumbs.

“Nothing much.” Roman averted his glance from both of them. “I’ve just...done a bit of soul-searching, I guess you can say.”

Logan furrowed his brow, but said nothing. Patton obliviously nodded along.

“Right! That sounds fun!”

“Yeah, heh. Gotta have something else to do other than cleaning the book nooks.” Roman sighed wistfully. “It’s not a bad gig though. Plus, if someone doesn’t visit them for too long, they start to get a bit grey, heh.”

“Grey?” Patton tilted his head. Logan decidedly tuned into the conversation, intrigued.

“Not exactly,” Roman said. “They just...well, they lose their soul.”

Patton gaped. “They what?! ”

“I don’t know if you ever mentioned this before,” Logan said, looking at Roman. Beside him, Patton mumbled a whole list of books he vowed to visit.

Roman shrugged. “You never asked. Besides, it rarely happens. Reading the book is usually good enough, but visiting its nook kind of gives its soul a bit more of a kick.”

“So all books have a soul?” Patton asked, leaning forward. Roman nodded.

“Yup! Stories are people, and people are stories — and souls keep both alive.” Roman smiled softly, looking up at the skyline. “There are multiple parts that make up a soul, which is why you’re able to open different kinds of book nooks in one book. Some books have souls with fragments of knowledge, fragments of adventure and exploration; there are even some books with a soul so powerful that it could breathe life into its author.”

“ Wow ,” Patton awed. “So...souls are real.”

“Of course they are, padré!” Roman flew off Patton’s shoulder and hovered in the air in front of him and Logan. He pressed his hands together until they glowed red and pulled them apart, revealing a lively scene of books opening and letting out pencils and scrolls, airplanes and a solar system, hearts breaking and forming and pulsing with light.

“A good book has a soul that even those who are blind to magic can sense,” Roman continued, balancing each image in the air before they fizzled out. Roman pressed his hands together. “All I do is enhance them so they become physical manifestations. That’s why I usually only bring out landscapes. There’s very few books that have a soul of life. Not to say most books are bad, it’s just that it takes a lot of passion. And for myself, it takes a lot of energy. So I don’t get to do it very often, heh.”

Logan perked up. “Is that the aforementioned ‘powerful soul’ then? Passion?”

Roman nodded. “Mhm. An author can usually write one in their whole lifetime, and sometimes not even that.”

Logan’s mind raced, the new knowledge buzzing in his veins like a flame running down a sparkler.

A visit a day before the nook goes grey.

A soul so powerful that it could breathe life into its author.

Books that have a soul of life.

Passion . You need passion; you need revolutionary, blow-the-people’s-minds-in-ten-years passion. You need someone who has spent all their life wondering and wondering, and then you can–

The gears in Logan’s head stopped turning with a loud click! Logan’s eyes widened.

“So you can bring back Virgil Aries.”

A beat of silence.

(A building falls in the distance. No one sees this, but it does, Roman knows it does, it does with a crash and it kills the budding life beneath it, it crashes against xylophone ribcages and reverbreates the sound of a heart shattering again, Roman fucking swore he’d never let his heart drop this far again but it does, it does with a rattling clang, it does with the force of the storms that passed over the home he died in, he died, he died without knowing– he died and came back knowing, but he can’t go back, he just can’t .)

“What are you talking about?” Patton stared at Logan with wide eyes as Logan stood up, pacing back and forth across the hill.

“I…” Roman blinked, falling to the ground in a clumsier way than usual. For the first time in a long time, Roman looked lost for words.

“I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it?” Logan continued. “I read Virgil Aries’ book everyday– sure, I don’t ever visit its book nook, sure, but that shouldn’t matter because Virgil Aries’ book is rich with his passion– it was his life’s work.”

“It wasn’t his–”

“Do you know what this means, Patton?” Logan ignored Roman and instead outstretched his hand towards Patton, who took it and hesitantly stood up alongside him. “It means that we can ask him questions — questions that maybe he never got to answer in his life– Patton , I could know everything. ”

“Love, I don’t think–”

Logan pulled away from Patton and knelt on the ground in front of Roman.

“Roman, please , we have to try.”

“I– I can’t just do this for some speech , Logan–”

“This goes beyond just ‘some speech’, Roman. I– I could publish this, I could finish Virgil Aries’ work– with his permission of course, just– just imagine what we could learn from him if we just had a moment of his time. ”

Logan felt himself vibrate with energy, catching a glimpse of his hands glowing blue in the reflection of Roman’s irises. Roman stumbled back, almost horrified, and turned away from Logan, shaking his head.

“The world can do without a couple of sad saps running around and placing seeds of doubt in people who are just trying to get by,” Roman said, bitterness dripping from his voice.

Logan gritted his teeth.

“Okay, Roman. Say nothing happens to my work. Say it goes nowhere. What if I just want to talk to him? Is that really so important to admit? What if I just want to talk to the person who built the foundation of my thinking. If you have the resources and energy you need to do this for me, why can’t you?”

“It’s more complicated than that, Logan–”

Patton reached out for Logan. “Lo, I think you should just–”

“I don’t understand, Roman.” A flash of blue darted across his vision. “All you do is open books and– and I don’t know, clean them?! I don’t understand how you can’t just do this one thing– just one thing for me–”

“I do a lot for you!” Roman snapped. Logan froze.

Behind Roman, Logan swore a piece of the sky fell down onto earth.

“I do a lot for you, Logan,” Roman hissed again. Logan heard the ground crack beneath him. “I force myself to sit down and listen to you go on and on about a question that goes against the very foundation of my being, yet I support you. I support you through and through, even if I know you know the answer. And I force myself to watch you use some– some stupid philosopher to guide your every purpose in such a small, short life– you don’t even know this person, how could you let them run your fucking life?!”

And suddenly, Logan heard the sound of buildings crashing. He tore his gaze off Roman to see the skyline crumble from miles away, then turned around on his heel to see the forests sinking down into the earth. He felt Patton grab his arm with a yelp, and then in the blink of an eye–

…

Logan jolted forward, crashing into a display table and falling onto the ground. Books tumbled down around him, crashing like the pieces of the sky that once filled his vision.

“Lo? Logan, oh my gosh, are you–”

Logan blinked, rubbing his head and adjusting his glasses. Replacing the skyline were shelves, and he was on wooden floors, not grassy hills.

He was back in the shop, and everything was gone , just like that.

He looked up and saw the blurry image of Patton sticking out his hand towards Logan. He shakily took it and pulled himself up.

“Where did– what–”

Before Logan could finish, his eyes landed on the shelves behind the front counter. In one second, he saw a blur of red move behind the wooden shelves. He swore the red glared back at him. And in the next second, it was gone.

—

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#TS Storytime 2021 #gabbie writes things #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #logicality #prinxiety #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan/patton #roman/virgil #logic/morality #creativity/anxiety

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ambssssssssss · 5 years ago

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supercorp +19 pleaseee

Supercorp + Sick Fic

Here’s the thing, Lena doesn’t get sick.

Not in the same way that Kara doesn’t get sick, not because of the power granted to Lena by the yellow sun or even because of an above-average immune system. There is one simple reason that Lena doesn’t get sick. That reason being, every time she is sick, Lena simply denies the fact until she’s healthy again.

She doesn’t take off work, she just secludes herself in her office and reschedules any meetings until she can speak without sounding ridiculous because her nose is stuffy and walk without getting dizzy because her head is pounding and she hasn’t had enough water. She’ll let Jess go home early, takes extra care to not come into contact with anyone she could possibly infect, she eats soup for lunch and dinner, takes a long bath and collapses into bed at the end of the day. Rinse and repeat until she’s healthy again.

It’s never been a problem before and it’s not even a problem now that she and Kara have officially settled their differences, admitted their mutual love for one another and entered into the most gratifying and inevitable relationship Lena had ever been in. The only thing is, Kara is a caregiver, through and through.

Lena knows that when Kara cares about something, especially about someone, she cares with every part of herself. Kara would give someone the clothes off her back and the food off her table without a second thought (though maybe a slight grumble when it came to the food). Lena’s watched Kara do both of those things, Lena’s been on the receiving end of both of those things and many others of Kara’s selfless acts both in and out of her super suit. Really, Lena shouldn’t be surprised that Kara would want her to actually rest and take care of herself for the few days it might take her to get over the common cold she caught after an unexpected dip in the ocean, in the middle of winter, courtesy of the unexpected back blow of one of the latest villain of the weak’s lackey’s weapon. Kara had saved her immediately, left Lena her cape to wrap up in while she dealt with the villain, but Lena must have been in the water for just long enough. After, Kara had taken Lena home and settled her in a bath then gave her a cup of hot tea and wrapped them both up in a blanket on the couch together until Lena’s teeth stopped chattering. Really, it shouldn’t be a surprise that Kara is there now.

She’s kneeling beside the white couch in Lena’s office, the super suit fading back into her day clothes as the affixes her glasses on to her face. Lena is laying on the couch, eyes closed even in the darkened room, her face flushed with a fever even as she shivers.

“Lena, baby,” Kara’s voice is soft as she cards her fingers through Lena’s hair gently. “You’re sick, you should be home.”

“I’m fine,” Lena’s words are mumbled even as she leaned into Kara’s hand. “I just need to rest for a moment.”

“For a few days, you mean,” Kara chuckled gently as Lena’s lips pulled into a frown.

“I’m not sick.”

“Yes you are.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not,” Lena sluggishly stuck her tongue out at Kara as if to say ‘so there.’ Kara chuckled softly and ducked down to press a kiss to Lena’s warm forehead.

“We can argue about that later,” Kara said against Lena’s forehead and then she stood up. “But for now, I’m taking you home. Don’t move.”

Lena thought about protesting as Kara swept out of her office, no doubt to tell Jess that she would be taking Lena home for the day and to clear her schedule for the next day as well, but decided she was comfy enough where she was. If Kara wanted to get Lena home, Lena would make her work for it. Kara returned a few moments later anyway and pulled her glasses off again to make her suit appear.

Lena must have made some kind of sound when Kara picked her up because Kara whispered, “it’s okay, it’s just me,” into her ear as she lifted her bridal style to carry to the window.

“You’ve got to stop carrying me this way,” Lena mumbled as Kara took to the sky. “People are gonna start talking.”

Kara chuckled, already thinking of the myriad of rumors about Supergirl and the Good Luthor, as Lena was most often called in the gossip magazines that were so certain there was something between them. If only they knew.

Kara flew them, as quickly as was comfortable for Lena, to the penthouse that they practically shared these days. Kara lived there in all but name, but neither of them were quite willing to admit that. She landed on the balcony and entered the penthouse after scanning her hand on the security system Lena had installed on the balcony door, holding Lena with one arm as she did so.

“Let’s get you into some comfy clothes,” Kara said, mostly to herself since Lena was more than half-asleep in her arms. Smiling slightly as Lena nuzzled closer to her, Kara walked them down to the bedroom and gently set Lena down on the bed. “I’m going to change your clothes, Lena. Is that okay?”

Lena gave Kara a weak nod, reaching for her. Kara sat on the bed for a moment to hold Lena as she had silently requested she do and then stood again to begin the process of removing Lena’s clothes. Luckily, Lena had worn a dress to work instead of slacks so all Kara had to do was carefully maneuver Lena so she could reach the zipper and then pull the dress off her. Her bra and shoes followed after before slipped Lena’s favorite National City University sweater over Lena’s head (the one Lena had stolen from Kara after their first ever sleep over, long before everything fell apart and then came back together again) and pair of yoga pants up her legs.

Now dressed, Kara tucked Lena under the blankets and made her way back to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some medicine to help Lena break her fever. She set both items down on the bedside table and then slipped into some comfy clothes of her own, a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, before climbing into the bed with Lena. Lena moved towards her immediately, seeking Kara’s warm embrace and comforting presence even in her sleep. Kara held Lena close, murmuring sweet phrases when Lena grumbled in her sleep and coaxing her to take some meds and drink some water when she was awake.

As much as Lena wanted to deny that she was sick at all, having Kara all to herself for the two days it took her to recover had been fairly nice. Kara was there almost every time Lena turned around, ready with a bottle of water or a cup of tea or even just a kiss.

“There she is,” Kara said when Lena woke up the morning of the third day after Kara had carried her home for work. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” Lena admitted, letting her eyes fall closed again and reaching for Kara. She opened her eyes again when she discovered that she had to stretch her arm out much more than she anticipated. “What are you doing way over there?”

“You don’t remember?” Kara was smiling at her teasingly. Lena raised one eyebrow, waiting for Kara to continue. “You pushed me away around four a.m. Said something about being plenty hot on your own and not needing a living space heater. I think you were still kind out of it but pretty soon after, your fever was gone.”

“Please tell me your joking.”

“About you being hot? Never,” Kara laughed as Lena groaned. “But yes, you really did push me away.”

“Well that was then and this is now, and now, I would very much like to cuddle with my girlfriend before we both have to go back to normal life. Get your super ass over here.”

Kara was still giggling as she scooted closer to Lena and was only silenced when Lena sat up, swung her leg over Kara’s waist to straddle her and pressed their lips together. Kara hummed contently, running her hands over Lena’s back under her shirt.

“What was that for?” Kara asked when they parted.

“To shut you up,” Lena ran her hands through Kara’s slightly mused hair. “And to thank you, for taking care of me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Kara pulled Lena closer to her. “I love you, of course I’m going to take care of you.”

“Still,” Lena half shrugged. Kara offered her a smile.

“Well, if you insist on thanking me, you could always kiss me like that again.”

“Oh, really?”

“You have been sick for three days. That’s three days without a proper kiss,” Kara pointed out logically. “We can’t make that four days now, can we?”

“I suppose not,” Lena chuckled and leaned in to connect their lips before Kara could say anything else.

They both missed work for an entirely different reason that day.

#supercorp #prompt fill #writing prompts #ambs replies #probably the last one for today #i'll keep on them tomorrow

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years ago

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Chapter 8

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif).

Violet Ashbourne is a gifted human hacker in possession of a radio, a secret device that gains her access to a large underground information network and electronics all over the world. Human and mutant coexistence has always been her goal, but will the betrayal of her mutant mother and father- once partners to her rise to power- distort her beliefs? Will the X-men be able to save her from her own pride and ambition? Or will she sacrifice everything, including the only boy she’s ever trusted, for vengeance?

Hunching over Forge's workbench, I gently place the wires between each other. The baton was now nicely polished and the newly attached, shiny red button made me feel safer already. I place the tweezers down gently, still in slow motion so to not harm my new prototype. Setting it down, I glance at the other two things I tinkered with. My watch, once recovering scrap metal that was shattered from my encounter with Pietro, is now improved with wireless communication linking capability, an electronic overload capable of blacking out an entire street block, and preset orders to my favorite Chinese delivery joint.

The last gadget is not complete. It was an old Rubix cube, but with enough wires and an- illegal- AI program I was able to make it into a small command drone. High pitch chimes and digitalized chirps come from the Rubix cube as it tries to float on its own.

"Easy, your not ready for a flight test just yet." I catch it in my hands and smile as the small light that mimicked an eye movement stared up at me.

"I think I'll call you, DOD; Drone of Defence. What do you think?"

It hums.

"Oh yeah, voice diagnostics aren't done. Sorry."

DOD beeps and directs its glowing eye to the door.

"Yeah, I just need to grab something from my workbench." Forge barges in and is shocked by my presence.

"Oh, you're still here." He glances towards my room, "Did you even sleep last night?"

"Night?" I looked at the time on my watch, 5 am, amazed that I hadn't registered the hours pass me by. "I guess I was on a roll."

"Well, I see you made use of that old baton. What does the red button do?"

"Want to find out?" I grin, reaching over and putting on a pair of safety glasses, "I haven't tested it out yet, so be prepared for sparks. Literally." before Forge can take any procautions I press the red button lightly, igniting the white electric current wrapping around the metal baton.

"Woah!" A new voice comes in.

I switch it off and notice that Kurt is standing behind us, awestricken by the electric baton.

"You have a knack for this kind of thing." Forge smiles.

"My other creation isn't quite ready yet though." I rub one of DOD's Rubix squares with my finger.

"You're kidding, you made a drone?" Forge looks at DOD closely.

"That is so cool!" Kurt smiles, adjusting his odd-looking helmet.

"I can't say the same about that getup, what are you wearing?" I look over the panel box strapped to his chest with a datapad and the bike looking helmet.

"I've been working on a device to help Kurt slow down his teleporting speed so that we can see just where he goes. That brimstone dust has to come from somewhere, right?" Forge explains.

"Ja, and maybe we can figure out a way to make me teleport faster and farther."

"That's incredible."

"We are going to do a demonstration once everyone wakes up if you're interested."

"I'd like that," I look at Kurt, "Did you install any safety precautions?"

"No why?" Forge asks, rummaging through his workbench.

I glare at him, "because we have no idea what Kurt will run into if there is another place he transports to."

"He will have Logan with him."

"Oh yes, and Logan is a great help. I'm sure he will throw him extra carefully at enemies."

"He is sorry about that." Kurt interrupts, looking back and forth as Forge and I argue.

"Point is, Kurt should have something to protect him."

"It's too late to install something like that before the test run."

"I'll program it to overload if prompted."

"What?! No! That will fry the circuits!"

"Well, you should have been thinking about Kurt's safety. I won't allow him to go into danger like that without proper defense."

"Allow?" Kurt and Forge grin romantically.

"I absolutely forbid it," I whisper sweetly to Kurt. He smiles leaning casually into my personal space.

"And you can relax, Forge, this overload will only activate all active systems at full compacity, letting off an electrical shock. It will spook off anything directly in front of Kurt, but will not harm key components."

"You talk like a computer," Kurt chuckles, "It's kinda cute."

Forge rolls his eyes, "fine, you better hurry though the others are gathering in the training room." He walks out, leaving Kurt and me alone.

I begin working on the panel, exposing its wires and circuitry. I feel Kurt's eyes leave me and land on my computer systems, "Your work is fascinating, Vi. Why do you have so many monitors on? Can't you just do it from one?"

I smile at the nickname he called me, "It helps me sort through information simultaneously. Helps when there is a lot of information on a subject or I don't want to keep flipping between pages."

"What kind of information?"

My hands stop once I grab a wire between the tweezers, "Kinds that are better off controlled by someone like me."

"Then why do you do it if it makes you stressed?"

"Someone has to keep other people safe. The Xmen have their way of helping and I have mine. My parents used to help me with all this, but they don't exactly have the world's best interests in mind anymore; they'd start a third world war if it got what they wanted."

"You've never mentioned to your parents."

"That is a long story, Kurt. All you have to know is that they aren't the nicest people and I have no way of controlling their ambitions anymore."

"Maybe one day, you'll tell me the entire story."

I chuckle well aware that if I told him the whole story, how I got the radio, how I dealt with the previous owner of it, and what I've done to get this far, he would never look at me the same. The way he looks at an innocent person; a normal person. I didn't want to ruin that.

"Yeah, maybe."

I close the panel on his chest but don't let go.

"Are you busy this Saturday?" he asks.

Goosebumps run along my arms, hoping that he is going to ask me to his school's dance. "No, not at all why?" knowing that I can't know for sure in my line of work.

He rubs the back of his neck and starts to trip over his words, "I had so much fun on our date at the carnival." he stopped, "I mean- was it a date?"

I nod, moving the hair from his face.

"Well, there is this dance..."

"Kurt, everyone is waiting for you! Come on, we are so tired, I'm trying to catch some more Zs." Evan shouts from the room across from us.

"Ah, well, can we talk later?" Kurt asks, rubbing my elbow.

"Definitely."

Evan walks in, obviously not a morning person. Kurt and I back away from each other, "Yes, you're all set, just hold this switch here and the panel will overload." I go over.

"Right, thank you, Vi."

Kurt walks out the door with Evan. "I'll be there in a moment," I say, latching the baton into a clip holster on my thigh.

I hear Evan whisper teasingly to Kurt, "Vi? Dude!"

"Shut up!" Kurt hurries into the next room, ducking from my view.

Xavier watches as Logan and Kurt finish getting ready for Forge's test. The rest of the Xmen yawn and groan. "Did you get my pictures?" Kitty grins and elbows me. "Yes, Kitty."

"Did he ask you yet?"

"He's getting around to it."

"You two would look so cute together, Vi." Rogue chimes in.

There is that nickname again...

"Does everyone know?" I chuckle.

"He was asking us for advice," Scott whispers in, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I look at Jean, hoping she would let me in on something Kurt said to her, but she just stays silent, focusing on Forge's demonstration. We all follow her example and pay attention as forge prepares his demonstration.

"Alright Kurt, everything is hooked up- teleport at will. "

"Hey! I'll head over to the school and get a sneak peek at the decorations for the dance."

Everyone murmurs with glee and while Kurt readies himself to teleport. They stand there for a few minutes staring into space.

Then a few more seconds pass, "uh Kurt?" Logan asks.

"I- I don't know, I can't teleport."

Logan slowly turns his gaze to me.

I raise my brow with attitude, "What is there something on my face?" I feel Scott knock on my wrist bands.

"Oh. sorry." I move towards the door and Kurt and Logan immediately disappear in a puff of purple smoke.

*************

I pick my cuticles as my eyes scan the open area of the training room, waiting for Kurt's return. "Do you have a visual on them?" I ask Forge while getting up and shuffle him out of the way of his monitor.

He huffs, "yeah, right there." he points out Kurt's vitals and I am somewhat relieved. "Brief me on your back up retrieval plan."

"My what?"

I look stirnly at Forge, "your plan if they get stuck in there?"

Xavier looks over waiting for Forge to explain.

"Uh..."

"'Uh' is not a backup retrieval plan!"

"Forge, you informed me that you had a plan." Xavier wheels up to us.

"Well... I had one coming."

"Forge!"

As everyone questions Forge I hear a small buzzing noise come from his computer. "uh oh." I quickly kick Xavier's chair away and tumble to the side with Forge in my arms as his computer explodes from overload.

The sparks settle as the team coughs from the rising smoke. "What happened?" Forge asks, getting startled by the sprinklers turning on. I gather my wet hair and begin to drain it, "I happened, genius. That overload happened because Kurt activated MY safety measure."

A phone begins to ring and I instinctively grab my own.

"Logan?" Xavier asks into his own phone. "at the school?"

I can hear Kurt in the background, "Never teleporting again!"

*****

I fidget with my keyboard as the day goes by. Once the professor and storm retrieved logan and Kurt from the school everyone gave them some space. I objected to him going to school for the rest of the day, but he insisted he would be alright, even with how shaken up he was. He told me he saw red dinosaur monsters in the dimension he traveled to.

I sit up and search through the information my previous agents acquired. "Says here that there have been sightings of red reptilian giants when Doctor strange opened a portal two years back."

My monitor starts ringing as I find his contact information.

"Hello?"

"Doctor Strange? This is the commander." I ensure that the voice masking is working properly before continuing. "I'll cut right to the chase. I hear you've opened a dimensional veil in the past and some creatures had escaped from its fragments. Could you describe them?"

"Which commander? I hear your litter brigade is going through some dilemmas."

I pause, " Where did you hear this?"

He chuckles, "So this is the real commander? I had a hunch the last one was a fake. Someone contacted me claiming to be the commander and if I spoke a word about it I would be eliminated."

"How do you know I am not the imposter?" I continue baiting him.

"Because killing isn't your style. It's been a long time since you came to me for information. I'm guessing you're referring to the apex predators belonging to the brimstone dimension, courtesy of our mutual friend Azazel? Yes, I've run into them, and the only way to be rid of the pests is to mimic the portal of entry."

"So it is possible for them to escape through cracks of the closed portals?"

"Very."

"I appreciate the detail."

"Of course, commander. I do owe you after all."

I stay silent remembering the information I used to feed him regarding his old human girlfriend.

"And commander? I hope you kick those frauds out."

I hang up hesitantly.

"Find anything on those creatures?" Logan's voice comes from the door behind me. My brow narrows, "fortunately, I have."

"Great, whatcha got?"

"What do you have."

" 'scuse me?"

"It's 'What do you have?' not 'whatcha got?"

"Gotta problem with how I talk?"

"That is hardly the problem."

"So what? Is it ma throwin arm?"

My fists tighten, "Enough of this, I will report my findings to the professor." I lock my monitors before I leave Logan with an idiotic smile plastered on his face.

*****

"So we could be looking at these creatures coming into our dimension?" Xavier asks.

"We WILL be is more accurate." I correct.

"So we have to mimic Kurt's teleportation right?" "Forge begins, "Oh come on that is child's play for Vi and I. HA! Vi and I..."

Forge looks at my unamused expression and kills his chuckle, "Anyways we can totally rig that up, Vi!"

"I am glad you're enthused, we will need to construct it right away."

The front door opens and the student's laughter pours into the mansion.

"Let's keep this to ourselves, we wouldn't want to alarm the students so close to their dance."

Forge and I nod and walk out into the main corridor. I spot Kurt and decide that this is a better time than ever to give him the chance to ask me to the dance.

As I approach him his eyes lock on me, but he quickly turns around and teleports away. I reach the others as they look at me with an apologetic face.

******

Earlier that day (Kurt's POV)

"Ah, man! What do I do?!" I groan letting my forehead hit the table. "Well, you've kind of set yourself up, man." Evan chuckles.

"It's not funny! You know how much I wanted to ask Violet to the dance! I was so caught up in trying to ask her I didn't even think that Amanda would ask me."

"Why don't you just tell Amanda the truth?" Scott offers, more sympathetic to me.

"Oh ja. Hey Amanda! I can't go to the dance with you because I want to go with a different girl who doesn't even go here. I'm not that stupid!"

"Point taken. Sorry, pal."

******

later that night (Violet's POV)

Back at the monitors again. I lazily click around the blueprints for the device Forge and I need to complete as soon as we can. It's ridiculous for me to be upset that Kurt has another date, I am here for one purpose. "Geez, its only been a few weeks of being here, why do I feel so emotional about this?"

"Because you're a teenager." I groan as I see Logan come up next to me.

"That was a private thought Mr. Howlet."

"Oh ho ho, ya know ma actual name. How long it take ya to fish that out?"

"Please, your information may as well be posted on a wiki page."

He chuckles then shifts closer to me, "look I know ya don't like me, but you're still a student here-"

"I am no such thing! You will do best to remember that I came here to complete a job, not condone or contribute to your training of mutants."

"So you hate mutants."

"No! I don't. I - I don't know. No."

I sigh and get out of my chair, "regardless of my opinions on mutants I am not here to explain it to you. Nor do I need you to explain my own feelings."

Logan nods sarcastically and begins to walk out. Honestly, I am surprised he is leaving without a fight.

"Remember, we all have one thing in common kid, " he stops at the door, " We've all been afraid of our own minds."

My body cradles itself once he leaves.

"I'm here to do a job. I'm here to do a job. I'm here..."

The lights go out and the only thing illuminating on my body are the countless monitors on the wall.

"God. Why am I here?"

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Kamen Rider Thunderbirds chapter 3 (Bit 3)

(Prologue, Bit 1, Bit 2...)

Finally, this chapter is moving! XD

I should thank @myladykayo, @gumnut-logic and @willow-salix for cheerleading for me and helping me with the plot. You ladies are awesome! :D

(Also tagging @tsarinatorment, for some lil Military bros moments ;)

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"Thunderbird One to base. I can see the building fire! Looks pretty bad!" Scott reported as he steered his mighty 'Bird above the danger zone, “According to the firefighters and PD, they kept fighting the fire, but it kept on coming!”

“Alright. Be careful out there, for we do not know the cause.” noted Jeff through the comms.

The blue sashed commander maneuvered his sleek, silver Thunderbird. He searched the area, scanning everything. The building was still standing but the fire had consumed most of it. The intense heat melted the snow around it. This wasn't a good day before Christmas.

Luckily, most of the fellas inside had been evacuated. But a small group had been trapped within the basement. Nobody knows how long till the building will collapse above them. That's where International Rescue comes into the picture. And that's what made Scott a little wary… something's not right…

He didn't like the sound of it. From the information that he had processed from John and the firemen down below, he felt that the cause of the fire was intentional. It was said that the fire had started in one part of the basement, then another one in some other place, then another one… it felt like something, or someone had been setting fires all around the building… this is not okay...

"Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Two, when are you arriving?" Scott commanded.

"Arriving at the danger zone in about 3 minutes…" replied the voice of Virgil.

"Well be quick Virgil! We don’t have much time!" hastily said Scott as he landed Thunderbird One on the safe zone.

The green behemoth arrived shortly after, Scott was at the edge of his seat as he watched her land near his sleek grey bird. He didn’t have the time to instal mobile control, since the operation was needed in all hands. He began briefing the mission at hand. The field commander nearly raised his voice at the babbling terrible two, only to stop himself from doing so and kept his calm as possible. He finished briefing and got to work.

While Virgil went to prepare the Firefly, Gordon and Alan were donning their heat-protection suites as they waited for the next part of the operation. They were no longer chit-chatting, only worried. The young blond pointed out how Scott was heated as the fire of the building. The aquanaut agreed. Yeah, they did tease their elder brother for being a little grumpy. But now, they were beginning to see the problem. The terrible two can only hope this is the last rescue for their eldest, so Scott can have a long break…

Thunderbird 2 raised herself, her four copper legs raising her big green body to reveal her pod. The big door of the pod opened, falling down slowly as a yellow, bulldozer-like vehicle rolled over it as soon as it hit the floor. Firefly had been deployed!

Virgil guided the big anti-fire vehicle towards the rumble of flaming debris at the foot of the building. He struggled as he pushed them away. The heaviness and heat slowed the process, but it was better than nothing.

“Gee, this fire was a lot hotter than I thought! Even my heat-resistant suit won't cut it!” The mechanic noticed as he gritted his teeth, his grip to the wheel tight as he continually pushed the accelerator.

"Try using the fire-retardant on it!” Suggested Scott, a tone of urgency in his voice.

With a nod, Virgil reached out for the switch, "Here it goes…" he muttered, as he fired the retardant into the fiery ruble.

It exploded as the fire had been put out. But for a moment, the mechanic swore he heard an echo of a distant scream after that. It sent a chill down his spine. What was that?

"Did you guys hear that?" He asked, almost frantically. It wasn't just him who heard it, was it?

"No we didn't. What did ya hear, Virge?" Gordon chimed, a teasing tone in his voice.

"I swear I heard a scream! And it doesn't sound human!" Virgil gritted, both from the struggle of pushing away the rest of the ruble and from the annoyance for a certain redheaded fish.

"Okay, okay. You sure it isn't your engines fired up from pushing all this debris?"

"Firefly's engines don't sound like that!" Virgil growled.

As Gordon was about to say something, an irritated Scott cut their chat and told them to focus back on the mission. Their elder brother was almost at the end of his rope, as both Virgil and Gordon realized. The second eldest gently reminded Scott to keep his calm, in which his brother did. He can only hope his big bro can withstand a little longer… for now.

As soon as Virgil finished the clean up, Alan and Gordon, with Scott on board for extra hands, rolled out from the pod inside the Mole. The giant drill stood at the entrance, waiting for Firefly to cross paths with her so the second eldest can join his brothers.

Once that was done, the Mole drove again towards the clearance that was made by the anti-fire tractor. She stopped at the middle of it, her carrier then lifted her to an angle towards the ground. Her drill began spinning, her sharp propellers digging through ground as she dove into it with the help of her thrusters. Moments later, she's gone! Like a mole itself into the depths of the soil.

The brothers, with the help of John, navigated through the hard rock to the basement.

Alan began feeling an uneasy sensation clutching his stomach. He swore he can feel his tiny baby hairs rising from his skin as they dove deeper. A wave of shiver echoed through his body, his legs almost clamped together. There was something wrong down there… Very, very wrong…

"Hey Sprout, what's wrong?" Asked the starman of the brothers.

The youngest shook his head and waved off, "Uh… it's nothing John."

The elder blonde gave him a narrow-eyed look before getting distracted by Scott, who told everyone that they were nearly in the basement.

Geez, Scott was really tight on his nerves! Thought Alan...

Soon enough, they had busted through the concrete wall. Fire-protection suits on and rescue tools equipped, they ran out of the Mole (except for Virgil, just to keep an eye on the pod vehicle and he will be examining the area around her).

The whole basement was full of smoke and in big ruins. The floors was filled with huge holes and gapes. Fire was in every corner. What had happened here? This isn't caused by normal means...

Scott, Gordon and Alan scouted the areas, every room and every corner in search for any survivors. They cut through doors, putting out the flames, calling "This International Rescue! Do you need any assistance!?" But no one had answered. Only echoes of their voices through the halls…

Alan swore he saw shadows within the flames, seemingly stalking them in every corner. He could feel his flight or fight instincts kicked in. He began to feel his desire of wanting to warn his bros! But he decided to ignore the warning… He needed to focus on the rescue…

No one would believe him...

They had managed to find the trapped group, who were stuck in the storage area after Scott broke through one of the doors to the storage room using a laser cutter. They immediately gave the poor fellas some oxygen masks and some immediate care.

"Th-They came out of nowhere! They just appeared and attacked us!" A poor man stuttered, as they were escorted out of the storage area.

"Who's 'they'?" Asked Scott as examined for burns, scrapes and other potential fatal injuries.

The man suddenly shook as his eyes turned into giant saucers. He lifted his hand and pointed somewhere behind Scott's head and screamed, "T-THEM!!!"

Scott looked behind him... and dodged with the man at the last second the moment his corner of his eye caught a claw swinging his way!

He looked up at the mysterious attacker. Then Scott felt his blood froze at the sight… a humanoid creature standing in front of him, his head is that of a panther. Some parts of its muscular red and grey body had flames protruding from it. It wore roman-like skirt and golden cuffs, almost looking like an ancient warrior. And armed with a long, black metal claw on it's right arm. It looked nasty… deadly as it growled at the IR commander...

"What in the-..." His words had been cut off as he had to dodge again from another swing, the creature growled in annoyance.

"Gordon! Alan! Get the guys out and RUN!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran the man with him.

As soon as they took notice of the situation at hand, the terrible two made a run for it with the rescuees. Gordon could almost feel the panic taking over his nervous system as they fled from the monster.

The panther creature walked as he swung his claw, unleashed a wave of flames that somehow reached in front of them, blocking the way with a wall of fire! They were forced to take another direction when they were faced by another monster!

It was like the fire-panther warrior, but it was bulkier and heavier, armored with a shield. And instead of having a head of a cat, it had the head of a goat!

“Guys! I have been under attack!” Yelled Virgil through comms.

"Really!? By what?!" Gordon dreaded this when Virgil answered his question.

"I had been attacked by some unknown threats! They will damage the Mole if I stay!"

"Hang on Virgil! We are on our way!" Scott ordered, as he and his team dodged a charge from the fire-goat monster.

"You better be quick! I can't stay here much longer!" It was Virgil's only reply before a deafening explosion was heard from the radio, before it was cut out!

"Virgil? Virgil?! Damn it!" Scott's blood froze, even when the adrenaline was rushing through his bloodstream. His brother… his best friend… Oh god please no…

"Come on, Scott, we better find Virgil!" Gordon snapped him out of his thoughts with a shake of a shoulder.

Right, they are still running. Running from these… things! Whatever they are, they are after their heads!

They kept on running. Running with the weight of the rescuees on their shoulders. Running with the flame creatures at their tails. They tried to stay close to the path where they came from. Back to the Mole… if she's still there… They are growing tired but they keep on going. Even if they had to dodge the flaming claws of the panther monster and the flaming horns of the goat monster.

They were just near their destination when the floor in front of them collapsed! Alan nearly dropped along with a guy just as Gordon caught them in time. But the respite was short, as two new humanoid fire-monsters flew out of the crevasse! One was a cobra, skinny but agile, armed with a fire staff. And the last one was an armored dragon, it's flaming sword in hand and it's fiery wings nearly fried the poor group.

"We're dead! We are so dead!" Wailed one of the poor rescuees, clinging on for dear life on Alan.

"Not yet..." Scott grunted, as the monsters closed in. "Gordon! Go this way with Alan and the rescuees! I'll distract them!

"Are you crazy?! Ya going to get yourself killed!" Warned Gordon as he grabbed his eldest brother's arms. He held it tightly, fear radiating from his eyes.

"No time, just run!" Scott shook off his brother's grip violently and ran towards the other direction. Some of the creatures got his attention and went after him.

"Scott! Come back, you Cloud Idiot!" Gordon nearly lost his professionalism as he yelled at his eldest brother, but his brother had already vanished into the flames of hell.

The prankster of an aquanaut cursed under his breath and ordered Alan continue running to find another way of escape with the rescuees, while the remaining monsters were at their tails.

The Earth shook all of the sudden. Cracks formed on the wall, Gordon halted the run to avoid potential debris from falling on them. Then a familiar drill broke through, her almost burned, yellow hull pulled from the dirt, dust and debris. Her hatch opened, revealing a certain ruffled up mechanic.

"Virgil! You're okay, ya big son of a devil!" Gordon almost cried out of joy.

"Come on, buddy! Get the rescuees in here quickly!" Virgil urged, smiling a little.

"But... what about Scott?" Alan asked, giving his second big brother worried puppy eyes.

"We'll get him!"

As soon as they settled, the rescuees secured the medbay and the terrible two seated and seat belt on, the mechanic attempted to move the Mole again. But she made some noises of a broken mechanism. He pulled the ignition again... Same thing... And the digger hasn’t moved an inch. A moment of realization...

"Damnit, the Mole broke down!"

"Are you kiddin' me!" His fish brother gaped at him, sweat and dust pouring from his face with worry. Alan sat where he was, gulping almost.

Virgil glared at the scanner, noticing two figures approaching the Mole. He won’t have time to fix her if those things are going to make things worse! Not until the blonde daredevil suggested that they should distract the monsters while Virgil repaired the Mole.

"You are not going out there shooting these bastards all by yourself, Sprout! I’m coming with you!"

"Alright! But please don't take chances!" Virgil warned seriously as he began work on the repairs. He just hope his brothers won't do anything stupid.

The terrible two pulled out their guns and let out battle cries as they began shooting the monsters, getting their attention. Together, they stayed close as they ran, getting their attention away from the broken down digger. It was a battle they didn't expect to deal with in a rescue. But, they had no other choice. They have to get out and get Scott as soon as the Mole was in a working order.

From time to time, either Gordon or Alan asked how long or what needs to be fixed. They get a response that either one or some of the gears fell off, or some circuit got fried.

They are lucky that the engine hasn't got damaged.

"Hey! Come and dare to take a piece of me, ya lizard heads!" Gordon spat as he shot the snake and dragon fire-monsters. The bullets hit them, but they only let a few sparks as the charges ricocheted off their tough bodies. The squid gritted his teeth.

He had spoken too soon!

Enraged, the dragon Monster used his flamethrower breath. The duo dodged the sting of fire, but they got separated. With a fence of flame in-between them, they got to change tactics and fast!

Just as Alan tried to run around the monsters, a familiar figure jumped in front of him! And he barely escaped its claws!

The Panther was back! Does that mean…

Scott...

Alan realized he had dropped his gun! And nowhere to run! But then he spotted a potential weapon next to him. The young blonde picked up the piece of a metal pole and let out battlecry as he charged at the fire-panther creature and hit it with all of his might. But the pole bended on impact, much to his horror. The creature grinned at him as he swiped him with its muscular arm, sending the youngster to fly and land hard.

When it began approaching Alan, multiple gunshots was heard as the sparks fly off the back of the monster. This got its attention away and turned to the one responsible for the intervention: Scott!

He was breathing heavily like a bull, the flames that reflected on his cobalt irises revealed a thundering rage. He held his gun tightly in front of him, arms stretched out towards the face of the menace.

He had enough...

"Don't you dare…" Scott growled.

The fire panther-humanoid flexed its shoulder as he approached the blue sashed commander, as the latter continued to shoot it. Realizing that the charges weren't doing much to fire-monster, Scott decided to change strategy.

The young blonde watched as his brother fighting back the creature. It ignited his desire to help his big brother. He can't just stand there and do nothing! He just can't!

But he was caught by surprise when the goat monster reappeared! He was pushed by its big shield, sending him flying towards a crevasse! He grabbed the edge just in time, his hands tightly taking hold of the , his tiny feet dangled over the deep depths of death.

"Alan!" Cried Gordon. He tried to run to the rift to save his little brother, but he got blocked by the goat, snake and dragon fire-monsters! Ready to cook some fish meat!

Scott wasn't having a great time. His ammo ran out as he was distracting the panther monster. He got close calls with the amount of fireballs and flaming slashes thrown at him. He managed to barely dodge them all, but he wasn't sure how long he would last.

But that moment of pause made him regretting, as he felt himself getting grabbed by the neck and lifted to the air, his eyes took a glance of the ugly face!

Oh shit...

Alan was hanging for dear life as he was watching his poor big brother getting thrown around like a puppet with its strings cut off. His hands are getting numb, his arms losing strength, hopeless to do anything but to expect the inevitable doom. Of himself, of his brothers, of the rescuees...

“SCOTT!!!” cried Alan as he saw the creature was about to slice his big brother to ashed pieces.

It lifted its nasty claws, and as if by magic, they ignited with nightmarish fire. The monster’s eyes glowed as it grins down at him, having finally cornered his weakened prey. Then, it swung its arm at Scott, where the latter shut his eyes, welcoming the fiery demise! Or was he…?

Its flaming claws barely touched his face when a sudden roar of the engine echoed through the walls. The creature stopped and looked over Scott as its face transformed from an evil smug to a surprised worry.

Scott Tracy followed its gaze and saw a dark figure beyond the inferno. It was approaching fast as the sound of a motorcycle grew louder and louder.

The creature took a panicked double-take before a gold and red bike flew over Scott and hit it, causing it to fly a few meters away from him! The strange motorcycle then landed in between them. The field commander nearly gasped when his eyes processed the shape of the mysterious rider...

No… not just a rider… a Kamen Rider!

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