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Everlong Chapter 6 - Breaking the Chains (Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2)

Warnings: drinking, drugs, irresponsible driving, swearing

Summary: Reader’s recent revelations forces them to ask for the help of Mr Harrington, forcing the reader to make a big decision regarding the tour coming to an end and their relationship with the band.

Tags: @silverrings-n-prettythings @munchabunch @portaltothevoid thanks for all your help. This story is very much a team effort!! Especially the wonderful play by play comments left for me to read 🤩

You jump out of bed and reach for your phone.

"Wait…wha-" Eddie snatches the phone from you, "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? No one's gonna answer you at 3:37am because you had a weird dream." He stands up on the bed so the phone is well out of your reach.

You tense your lips together and try to climb him to get at your phone, "Mr Harrington will. I guarantee it."

Eddie can't deal with this rude awakening of half information he's being bombarded with. "STOP IT!!" he screeches at you, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth, as he bats your hands away.

You drop back to the bed and genuinely pout at him.

"Jesus Christ!" He says in annoyance, and sighs in exasperation.

"Have you calmed down now? Can you explain to me, why you think calling Steve Harrington at nearly 4am because you had a bad dream, is a good idea?" Eddie gestures at himself.

"Yes," you mumble, "To both questions. If you'll actually listen and not just go back to sleep," you say glumly.

"Oh believe me dear, I am *wide awake* right now," he says with a false smile on his face.

He looks down at you, tuts, rolls his eyes and caves in "I'm gonna sit right here, and listen, ok?" He places himself next to you.

You get up from the bed and begin pacing around whilst talking to him, "Ok so I need the guitar, but we can't get in to get the guitar, because it's guarded, right? But you used a guitar before to make a gate, to grab your old guitar, right?"

"Yes, but I knew exactly where the guitar was, because I heard it, sweetheart. I don't know where exactly this one is. I’ve looked so many times."

"Yes, but Mr Harrington does, he always used to get it for me when…..wh…when I'd b-behaved," there is a small stutter in your words as you try to force the words out, remembering your cell.

Eddie frowns deeply for a few seconds, but then adds as gently as he can, "Steve isn't just going to go get it for us, babe."

"We don't need him to get it, Eddie. We just need him to strum it."

Eddie stops for a moment, like he's actually contemplating this, looking up at you from the mass of bedhead hair. "Ok let's say he does do that, and I make the gate, and we get the guitar. They'll know it's gone. I only got away with it before, because I would put it back."

"Do you have any idea how many replicas have been made of that guitar? I've been playing one for the last week. There are only two people in the world that I know of, that can tell the difference, and they're in this room."

"Huh," he says in a sort of acceptance, but he's trying desperately to be the realist here, "Right ok, so we have a plan of extraction, and I understand the connection with our guitars, she called to you. What I'm struggling to understand is why now?"

"Ok, but you have to just listen alright? iIt's gonna sound crazy, ok, but believe me when I say I know these are not just dreams Eddie. They are so vivid. Like, I feel them." You pace quicker as your speaking increases with speed.

"The first dream I didn't think anything of, I thought it was my stupid brain mixing up reading books and real life. I'm this woman or girl, I don't know, I can't see her. She collects herbs or something, the town doesn't like her. She sees this guy, right? And she likes him, like instantly, and he looks like you, Eddie, kinda, but old timey, shorter hair, but not exactly the same. A resemblance. He's Irish...I think."

You turn to look at Eddie to make sure he's still with you, and he still seems to be paying attention so you quicken your pace again, "So then he's gotta go somewhere. War, I guess. She doesn't want him to go. Then she got a letter saying he'd come home, but the witch came to her house and killed her. Then, Eddie, I saw you in the guitar shop, with your….your Uncle, maybe? And she's….she's…" suddenly your eyes roll back and you stumble a little.

Eddie gets up quickly and grabs your arms to steady you, and sits you in the arm chair "Hey, chill out, alright? I'm listening, take your time, and here…" he grabs a half eaten PB&J donut, a can of mountain dew and gives them to you.

"Just get some sugar back in you first and then tell me about the guitar shop, ok?" He sits back down on the edge of the bed and studies you carefully. You do as he asks and tell him the guitar shop dream in as much detail as you can.

Eddie's face looks a little emotional, he nods slowly, and huffs a small laugh, "That's what he said alright."

"That witch said neither of you would know peace apart, and that kind of explains some other things I've been wondering about," you say looking over at him.

He raised his hands to you in a stop motion, “Ok, I can see your little grey matter ticking away there, and this conversation sounds like it's about to get real hurtful, real fast, babe."

You lock eyes with him. The information is on the tip of your tongue, and you want to expose it, but Eddie's shoulders slump and his brows push together in a look of pleading.

"All I'm saying is having the guitar might make me feel better, ok? I'm sure if Mr Harrington knew that, he'd help me." You swerve around the thoughts running through your head to give Eddie a reason enough to help.

You didn't know if it was you, or a piece of her in you, but you knew what you felt for Eddie was real, you just didn't know where it was coming from.

The timing lined up. Before your accident, you didn't feel like this. Afterwards you were distracted by Terry until Eddie found you again, and then that was it for you.

Weirder still was Eddie spent a lot of time with you in the cells across planes, he could sit in your thoughts, but no matter your mood, he never asked about recreating the gateway to the past again. Eddie had been obsessed with that. You remember thinking at the time, maybe he felt sorry for you being locked up and he wasn't. So he hadn't mentioned it, but then you got out, and he still didn't mention it. He just found as many ways as he could for you to stay out of trouble, but for him to be as close with you as possible.

So with this piece of guitar, you thought Eddie had a partial embodiment of her wandering around and he's at peace. No big plans, no revenge plots. You just walked around New York finding things he used to like to eat, for god's sake.

You look down at the floor, you knew why he didn't want you to tell him this. He's smart enough to piece this together himself. If you were right about the guitar, he'd think it meant you didn't care for one another. That all of this was just another heap of lies, and you knew he couldn't take it.

You put down the food and drink, and look over at him, he's fiddling with his rings as he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, looking around the room. His eyes falling on memory touch points. The window, your robe, the food bags, the mirror, your polo neck jumper, the Ambrose glasses.

You go and sit behind him and wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss on the back of his head, he holds your arms around himself for a few minutes before finally saying quietly, "I understand, I just don't wanna hear you say it, ok?" He leans back on you.

"You know what I understand? This is real. I haven't faked anything. Not a word, not an action, not a single thing, Eddie," you say softly in his ear, kiss his shoulder and hold him a little tighter, "And so is she. So very real Eddie. She's been waiting for you, just you. I think she would literally fist fight a god for you."

He turns to you and asks solemnly, "Can we just…can we call Steve later on?" His sad eyes look into yours waiting for a response.

You take your phone from him and throw it across the room onto the armchair, "Absolutely. He's probably asleep anyway," you say, kissing him and pulling him towards you, to snuggle up under the covers for a few more hours.

Later you find yourself sitting at the table, your phone in your hands, Mr Harrington's contact on your screen. Your eyes raise and you can see Eddie sprawled In the bed, his mass of curls spread across the pillows and his pale torso almost a colour match for the white bedding he's bundled up in.

Your eyes must make this journey between the phone and the bed at least a hundred times.

You didn't want to admit it, at least not when Eddie was awake, but as sure as you were you were right about the guitar, there was that one percent chance you could be wrong, and it was such a prize to lose.

You take a deep breath, sit up in the chair and call Mr Harrington.

"Y/N! Hey, how's the tour?...Yes Ava it's in the laundry…" you hear a clattering sound, "James for the last time, move things out the way first! Almost there." Mr Harrington huffs running up the stairs.

"Well that's kinda why I called, but I can call back when you're less busy, if that's better." You say quietly.

Mr Harrington laughs, "You know it never gets less busy in the house, I wouldn't have it any other way. Ah" you hear the click of a door, "Sanctuary at last. So you were saying, about tour…" you hear a spraying noise, "God damn! LUCY HARRINGTON I KNOW THIS IS YOUR WORK..WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS LATER!! Sorry Y/N, silly string set up, please go on"

"You might think this is crazy Mr Harrington, but some really weird things are happening and…well…I think you're the only person that can help me," you say nervously.

There is silence for so long you think you've lost connection, "Hello? Mr Harrington? Are you still there?"

"Yep, yeah, I'm here. I just got a little something in my eye there." He clears his throat "So how can I help? And before you sugar coat anything, know that there is very little I'm going to find crazy, ok? So just tell me."

You explain to Mr Harrington about how ill you've been feeling since leaving the cell, the pains you keep getting, your dreams, how you think it's all connected, and maybe part of the guitar is still reaching out to the other part.

"I just feel like, if I could be close to the guitar again, or even just be able to hear it. I'd feel much better. I know it's a huge ask, and I know how people might be really worried about me being around it, but believe me I have no plans for anything like last time. I swear." You plead with him quietly down the phone.

"Who is there with you?" He asks.

Your eyes dart to the still sleeping Eddie, "Uh, Ambrose. He's sleeping"

"Ah that explains all the whispering then, he's travelled quite a way to see you then? Unless he travelled to see you in Indy too? Either way sounds pretty serious. How long have you known him, again?" he says with a hint of teasing.

"I mean, online for a while, just all this is kinda new, but it doesn't feel new, you know? It feels like it was always like this. I don't know how to describe it. Like I've known him forever, or something?" You try and wrestle your feelings into words but they are much too difficult to get a handle on.

There is a pause followed by a hum on the other end of the line "…Are you certain about the guitar?" Mr Harrington asks again, he wants to make sure this isn't a whim.

"Like ninety nine percent sure, Mr Harrington."

"Ok, ok. I'll try my best with Dustin, but it's not just him keeping that thing under wraps. Other people have gotten involved, but it's still his facility, so I'll see what I can do," he says reassuringly.

You feel the relief wash over you and your eyes brim with tears, "Thank you so much Mr Harrington. Thank you."

"Hey there champ, is it that bad?" he asks.

You take a deep breath to slow your sobs, "Sometimes it's so bad, so very, very painful. I made some pretty stupid choices to numb it. Luckily Ambrose helped me see sense….There is something else though," you sniff and take a deep breath, causing Eddie to stir a little so you get a little quieter.

"I wanna come home, today, if I can. I can't do this anymore. I know I've got the contract but I think I can find a loophole, or something. They'll send me home, but…it might look bad." You say worriedly.

"If you wanna come home, you get home!! I'd come get you myself but by the time I got there you could have been on your way back already. No matter what happens, you're safe here with us," he says comforting you with his words, "I'll get on to Dustin as soon as I've finished getting the kids out the door to school, ok?"

"I'm so thankful, Mr Harrington. Thank you so much."

"I'll see you later" he says, his voice a little choked in response to the emotion in your own voice. You end the call, and go get ready for sound check.

—---

As you leave sound check, Krusher slowly pads at your side, and you wave the band on as you pause to have a talk with Alex, the band manager.

"Say Alex, you got a minute?" You peek through their temporary office door

Alex can't clear you a space quickly enough, "Yeah, yeah, of course come in, come in."

Alex positively beams at you, "Look I know you came here to ask something, but before you do. I just wanna show you something." They put their hands up to you and turn their laptop around, "All these emails here, endorsement deals. All the ones here, requests to play festivals all over the world"

Alex points at some comically large checks in the corner, "Your t-shirt idea, we kept it going for all the shows. Those are 15 charities we're sizably donating to tonight, from last week alone. Now don't get me wrong, the band without you is extremely talented, but we're adults here right? That's not all it takes to make it, right? You've changed the fate of this band Y/N. You've changed mine." Alex smiles at you again, "So bearing all that in mind, how can I help you?"

"I wanna be honest with you Alex, I can't talk to the band about this, but I am dying out there. Tour is killing me. I belong at home. I know you'll want to tell me it's just one more day, but believe me when I say I can't do it. I have to leave tonight."

"You'll be breaking your contract, Y/N."

"But what if…what if, Alex, you had no choice but to send me home, and at the same time I gave you front page news…"

Alex's eyes widen, and their pupils dilate a little, "No one would get hurt right?" they say, trying to hide their excitement.

"As long as no one tries to attack me," you scratch Krusher gently behind the ears, "I get two songs on the mic to close tonight, I don't get shut down and the band keep playing. I have no intention of anyone getting hurt, but there might be a big cleaning bill, plus the cost of Krusher here. I’d like him to stay with me."

Alex looks like all their Christmases came at once, and leans over the table extending their hand. You grasp and shake it.

"It's been a real pleasure doing business with you, Y/N," Alex says. As the door closes behind you, you can hear them excitedly yell out.

—---

You finish up the encore the crowd were expecting and walk off to the side stage for some water which you pour in Krushers bowl, take a few gulps of and then douse yourself in the remaining.

You throw a wet arm around Eddie in his Ambrose form, "Enjoyed the show?" You ask knowingly.

"You know, second to that time I found that rare type of luminescent fungi totally by chance, this might be one of the greatest nights of my life, buttercup. Seeing you out there playing your little songs," he says, as he stops your giggling by giving you a chaste kiss, and handing Krusher some treats.

"Awwww," the band sings in harmony at you both.

"You ready?" Harley asks you.

"As I'll ever be," you reply with genuine nerves.

The main lights go out again, and the crowd erupts at their unexpected second encore.

"Do you want more New York?" Harley screams into the microphone.

The crowd replies with a cacophony of agreement.

Harley nods at you and you play the opening notes to Maggie's Farm in unison with Armani. They ring out around the arena like a siren. Unholy Angel play through Rage Against The Machine’s cover of the classic.

As the song breaks back down to those singular notes again, Harley steps away from the mic and nods you towards it.

You swallow hard, as you step up to it. Playing guitar was one thing, but this put the crowd in your hands. The same set of notes keep repeating behind you, like the sinister, looming backdrop you needed.

"Good Evening New York City!" You shout, and the crowd cheers loudly back. You raise your hand to shield your eyes, "By the gods you look beautiful tonight," a huge smile threatens to erupt over your face as you are hit with an almost overwhelming response from the crowd. It makes you almost lose your breath as you get to bask in this moment. This was everything you’d dreamed it would be, these precious few seconds.

All that time hiding in your room practising, all those nights playing to no one at The Jackroller, the posters on the inside of your closet doors, the dreamy conversations with the band, about things you thought impossible, and yet here you were, living it for a few moments.

Krusher's tail hits your leg as he circles you, helping you remember you had a purpose up here.

"Haven't you had enough, New York?" you yell, "Haven't you had enough of people owning you? Telling you what to do? What to wear? Who to love? How much you get paid for working your fingers to the bone, for someone who doesn't even know your name, just your number? Telling you what you can do? Telling you when to be afraid? Telling you it's ok to be angry at your sports team, but not angry at the people keeping you under their thumbs? Keeping you down where you belong, right New York?!" Each question with increased anger and venom, the faces in the crowd are contorting into anger, fists punching the air, "Well tonight is your night. I want you to let them know…Let them know, that shit might fly elsewhere, but not tonight, Not in New York City, alright?"

The crowd being sufficiently riled up, you continue to the end of the song, singing in place of Harley.

As the song comes to a close, you breathlessly step up to the mic, "One more New York? What say you?"

The crowd roars back, "That's what I thought," you laugh, wiping the sweat from your face.

"A few years ago, a friend of mine”, you point over to Terry, ”Asked me to learn a song, and tonight I'd, well, we'd like to play it live for you, because I never got the chance, but we think your gonna like it. So I gotta ask you New York….Do you want Heavy?!"

You look out on the crowd for their response, and quickly to the wings, that no longer contain a waiting Ambrose. You scan the crowd, as you put your hand to your ear.

You chug the opening chord to Master of Puppets.

You put a kiss on your fingers still holding the pick and point to the ceiling. "Eddie gives you heavy, baby!" You shout over a screaming crowd before, shredding into the song, giving room for Harley to step back in.

She's glaring at you as you pass, you reply with a wink and security fills either side of the stage. You smile over at them, and back out at the crowd, where you spy your Eddie in all his nerdy Ambrose glory working his magic. The normal mosh pit gets more physical. Things are being thrown over the crowd, cups, shoes, clothes, programs, then other things like seat parts and wall art work. Doors are getting smashed and the security waiting in the wings start to disperse to handle the crowd situation.

At the end of the show there are several curtain call bows for the whole band, but you can feel the tension already in the air.

As you head backstage, you can hear the frantic chatter of people on phones. Security is eyeing you carefully as you pass. Krusher keeping pace alongside you into the dressing room. You flop down onto a sofa, exhausted, the pain plunging through your side.

"WHAT THE HELL Y/N?" Harley bursts in after you, Jenna trying to pull her back, and being pushed to the side. Krusher sits up and positions himself, between you both, in silence.

She looks at the giant wolf dog and steps no further forward, but she is furious, "We had one more night!! Just one more fucking night and then it was the anniversary show which you weren't gonna play anyway!!" she rages, "And now we've gotta deal with all this?! I knew it was a mistake, I knew you couldn't be trusted. You've ruined us."

You let her finish and give pause, in case anyone else had anything to say. Harley is breathing heavily with pure rage and the others are either trying to calm her down or looking to you for a reply.

You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees and look up at Harley, "Tell me, Harley, tell me the number of tickets you had sold for this show 3 or 4 weeks ago, because as of the announcement of my special guest slot, this last leg of the tour, it sold out. They all did. I'm not saying I'm carrying the band Harley. I'm just saying nothing I've done ruined you. You did that alone. Your signing, your first album, that's all my controversy, and I gave it to you again tonight, because without it, you're just another band of talented musicians, and there are thousands of those that never make it past their local dive bar, Harley."

She lunges towards you only to be pulled back to safety by Terry, narrowly being missed by the snarling jaws of Krusher.

"Maybe you should go, Y/N?" Jenna says, a little annoyed.

"Sure thing," you say getting up from the sofa, "I wish you all the best. Heel, Krusher."

You make your way around the band and head out to find Eddie.

Alex is walking the opposite way, stops you, with a big grin and a hug says "You’re fired, kid. People are losing their shit."

You look confused at them, "It was just a few pictures and some doors, man."

"Oh in the arena, sure…but you just unleashed that onto the streets of New York, baby!" They turn their phone to you, and scroll through a few pictures of the carnage outside and videos from the gig itself that had been and were still being shared at an alarming rate.

"Fuck! I gotta get out of here," you say in a panic, "How frequent are the flights?"

"You wanna stand around in an airport? Now?! After what you started??" Alex laughs. "Here," they reach into their pocket and hand you some keys, "Take it. I'll get myself a new one…or three."

Walking through the backstage area you grab some hoodies and hats from the merchandise stock, and put yours on as you walk towards the doors to the crowd area, "Krusher, stay," you command as you pull the hat down low and pull the hood up over it, leaving your guitar propped up against the wall by Krusher.

As you push through the doors and weave through the crowd looking for a flash of short blonde hair. You look behind you at the door and can see Krusher's furry head poking out looking for you.

"AMBROSE?" you shout hoping to make this search a lot faster.

"Some crazy strong nerd is giving out free beer," you hear someone yell. You know instantly it's your crazy nerd, and run to where he's signalling.

What you had expected to see was Ambrose tossing out beers to an adoring crowd. Instead you see a haphazardly parked little beer truck, you follow the hose up onto the roof of a food stall, and there he is. Blasting the crowd with mostly foam, with a huge grin on his face. Occasionally stopping to pick up a huge keg and drink from it.

"Shit!" You mumble to yourself and squeeze behind the food truck, unskillfully clambering until you can see over the top. You find an empty can and throw it at his leg. He turns around and you get hit full force in the face with a jet of beer, gripping on tightly to the roof you manage to duck out of the way of any more of it. You shake your head and shout, "EDDIE GET DOWN FROM THERE NOW!"

The hose stops and the small crowd groans and boos, as he turns around to check on you, "Shit, babe. I didn't know it was you. Are you alright?" You shove the hoodie and hat into his hands and are about to reply when it starts. A small chant at first but then it gets louder, they'd heard you should and they wanted their beer guy back "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!"

"Quickly, hurry!! Let's fucking go!!" You grab his arm and run with him back to the backstage area.

As you run past Krusher and grab your guitar, he catches up with you easily, and you head towards the private area of the parking lot. You can hear Terry freaking out about the Eddie chanting, and Harley cursing your name. You fumble for the keys, and click unlock. Some lights in the distance flash on an SUV, you run towards it and all jump in the car, tossing your guitar in the back.

You sit there for a moment, "Well, let's go, babe!" Eddie says way too excitedly in a situation where a normal person would be terrified.

"I can't," you say looking at the steering wheel.

Eddie looks around nervously, but still grinning, "Ok now is not the time to dick around, alright? Start the fucking car."

"I can't drive, Eddie," you say still staring at the steering wheel.

"Jesus H Christ!! Why did you get in the driver's seat then??"

"Because I had the keys and you've been drinking."

"I had a few sips…"

"From a keg, Eddie!!"

"Hey, look! I'll get us outta the city and you can take over, alright? On a nice bit of uncomplicated road, ‘kay? But for now move the fuck over!!"

You clamber under him, as he hops into the driver's seat. You check behind and Krusher has already laid down across the back seat of the vehicle.

Eddie starts up the car and before you know it, you're screeching out of the parking lot, and the scene that meets your eyes is something like a very concentrated end of days. There are small fires, fighting, vandalism, some people wearing way too little for what is decent, and some you just plain averted your eyes from, "Eddie, what the fuck did you do?"

"Me??? What did I do??? Oh I wasn't the one telling them to rise up against The Man," he laughs, "That was you. I just amplified your words, just like you asked me to." He must be concentrating pretty hard as you can see his dark curls emerge from his hood, meaning the Ambrose disguise has dropped.

"No! No! I didn't…I didn't tell anyone to do that…" you gesture out the window at a pile of writhing bodies, "Whatever that is!" you avert your eyes again.

Eddie laughs, "Well…when two people love one another very much…" he says sarcastically.

"I gotta be honest with you, it didn't look very loving out there. SHIT! Watch out!" A flaming bicycle flies past the side of the car as Eddie swerves to avoid it.

"Look, no one is getting hurt. I made sure of that. Fires are small. They aren't trashing any small businesses. It's their own stuff for the most part."

"Eddie, there are people kicking seven shades of shit out of one another….right there!" you point at a brawl you drive past.

"But did you see their happy little faces? No you didn't because you only see what you wanna see, don't you dear?" Eddie laughs, "Also I know how to use my stuff, alright? I got this," he says firmly as you scream onto the highway. "You know, you are being a real shitty passenger right now. Not only are you complaining the whole time, but also you haven't even sorted out the music. Just the worst!" He complains.

"Alright, sor-ry for being alarmed at this apparent carnage," you say trying to figure out the radio.

"You wanted chaos, I gave you fucking chaos," Eddie argues back.

"In the arena. In the arena, Eddie. Contained. That's what I meant," you say calmly, whilst pushing buttons that you have no idea what they do.

"But that is not what you said!!!" he shouts, banging on the steering wheel, “And another thing…” he starts only to be rudely interrupted by the radio blasting out The Safety Dance at way too high a volume, causing a pause, and a frantic pressing of buttons. Krusher lets out a whine of complaint and you and Eddie erupt into laughter, as you start to emerge from the chaos, and towards the highway out of the city.

“So, were you serious about the not driving stuff? Like you've never driven a car at all?” Eddie asks.

“I think in an emergency I’d be ok, but I dont have my licence yet so you know if we got pulled over, because of my bad driving, we’d be in serious trouble,” you say looking out on the road in front of you.

“Well how about you let me worry about if we get pulled over? And you take over some of the driving, I mean I could probably do the whole 11 hours, but it’s a long way. We could do a few hours each?” He suggests smiling over at you.

“You’d put your life in my hands like that?” you say with a laugh.

“Well I’m already kinda dead, so I’m cool with it,” he gives you a little nudge, “What I am not cool with is this music, what the hell is it?”

“Er…its Calming Jazz for Dogs,” you say tapping the playlist on your phone, “It’s for Krusher, he likes it. Look,” you say turning back to look at the giant dog, “Don’t cha big boy! You love it right? Nice and calm.”

Eddie adjusts the rearview mirror to look at Krusher, “No he doesn’t, he hates this!” Eddie switches his voice up to baby talk Krusher “He’s covering his sweet whittle ears, aren’t ya handsome? My sweet whittle prince of darkness does no wanna wisten to this, do ya? Ya big beautiful beast!”

Krusher raises his head from under his paws at Eddie’s baby voice, “Thats ma boy,” Eddie chuckles triumphantly, and adjusts the mirror back whilst he smiles smugly, “So can you just sort it out, please DJ?”

“Do you want to listen to something from this century, or like stuff you used to listen to?” you say cheekily, bracing yourself for a tirade.

“Wow! You went there. You know, suddenly, I’m feeling all sorts of sleepy,” Eddie takes his hands from the wheel, stretches and yawns. You dive over and make a grab for it.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!” you say trying to regain your breath. Then you look down and notice his knees against the wheel.

“Cruise control, babe,” he laughs maniacally, throwing his head back.

“You absolute shit!” you say poking him in the ribs, which only makes him giggle more.

“Ow, geez, but you know seeing as you're over here…” he leans his head over to you for a kiss, which you provide even though you are still a little annoyed, his laugh gets you every time, “Or you know anything else you might wanna do, over here,” he trails off looking back out onto the road.

Your brow contorts as you sit back in your seat, trying to figure out what he means. You look out the window for a spell, wracking your brain. There is something very familiar about the silence you are in.

You look over at him again, and he looks really nervous, “What's wrong with you, now? Oh god, is something wrong with the car, Eddie?” you put your head in your hands, and then start searching around the car for a manual of some kind.

“Ok, I can tell you, but you have to promise to not lose your shit, ok?” he says glancing over at you quickly before looking back at the road.

“I do not like this, already. Go on…” you say with anticipated regret.

“Well I made that comment at you, and you looked confused. Then you just looked at the window, and I just had a little peek at your thoughts…” he says with a grimace on his face.

“Eddie!! How many times?” you throw your hands up in frustration.

“....and then…”

“AND THEN?” you say your eyes widening, “and then, what Eddie? And then fucking what?!” you say, raising your voice.

“Hey you promised you wouldn't lose your shit!” he fires back.

You purse your lips and grab a bottle of fancy water and take a sip.

“And then I might have got a bit curious about why you didn't laugh at me, and thenIMightHaveLookedIntoSomePrivateStuffAndFoundOutYourWereAVirgin,” he says rapidly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

You spit the water from your mouth on the window screen in front of you, and start choking. You frantically start wiping the screen with your sleeve whilst trying to catch your breath.

“You want me to pull over?” he says meekly.

In between coughs you manage, “No I do not want you to pull over, Eddie! Just keep driving, Ok?”

You tuck your knees up to your chest and fold your arms around them, and look out the window in silence. You turn up the radio a little to fill the air.

“Why wouldn't you tell me something like that?” he asks gently, after some time.

“It wasn’t relevant. It's not a big deal. We didn't even do anything like that, so I didn't mention it. Is that ok with you?” you snap at him, a little tired of these invasions of privacy.

You wait a few seconds.

“Besides I thought you’d already know. You know, being a vampire and everything. Like a radar for them or something?” you add and continue to look out of the window.

“I guess, but I have to decide what to look for, you know, it isn't just like… Ping! A virgin just appeared within 5 miles of you,” he laughs softly, “Look I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, ok? Just when you shut down like that, I get, you know, worried.” he reaches his hand over to you, fingers splayed out waiting for yours.

“Well, it's out there now. Thank you for being honest about it,” you take his hand. Eddie beams.

“Besides, that whole thing is a bit misleading. It’s a mental thing. If the foo…person thinks it makes them ‘innocent’ or ‘purer’ so they taste that way. I didn’t taste that on you, mostly because you tasted like alcohol or delicious treats, but maybe you don't see yourself that way?” he says reassuringly. “You've got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Oh I know that, it would just be nice to be able to talk about things personal to me, when I want to bring them up. Not when you've been prying where you shouldn't,” you say sitting normally again. Eddie nods in agreement.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself sometimes,” he says apologetically.

“The thing is Eddie, you say this and then just do it again,” you laugh at him.

“Believe it or not, for you, I really try, but my curiosity gets the better of me. In case you haven't noticed, I can be a little impulsive,” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“You?! Nooooooooooo!” You say sarcastically.

You both start laughing again.

“I sometimes wonder how much you’ve gotten away with just because you're so cute and manipulative,” you say shaking your head.

“You think I'm cute?” he says in a fake embarrassed voice and flutters his eyelashes.

A few hours into the drive you purchase some energy drinks and snacks for you, and Eddie gives you the driver's seat, and you have a little practice around the parking lot.

“You got this! Nicely done!” He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Ready to hit the highway, babe?”

“As ready as I'll ever be,” you laugh and start driving. More nervous than you had been standing in front of thousands of people earlier in the evening. You’re pretty sure your hands will have to be peeled from the steering wheel, whenever the next switch happens.

You hear a familiar guitar riff and turn to Eddie, who is doing some kind of weird dorky dance in his seat, with a very serious face, instead of his usual headbanging or air guitar.

“Highway to Hell? Really Eddie? Thanks a lot.”

“I am an excellent passenger,” he laughs, and stretches with all his might to give Krusher an ear scratch and some treats, “As are you, aren't ya boy?”

Much to (mainly) your surprise, you make it back to The Harrington’s in your respective singular pieces, you park a little further away, and inspect the house, and wake up Eddie to hide in the back with Krusher. In the daylight Eddie’s powers were much weaker, and if he was going to use Ambrose in front of Mr Harrington, it needed to be at its full effect. They knew one another too well.

Mr Harrington's car was parked out front. You do a quick scan for any other vehicles and nothing else catches your eye. You put on your hat and pull up your hood and run over to the front door and knock, your keys being in your hotel room in New York somewhere.

The door flies open and Mr Harrington throws his arms around you and pulls you inside slamming the door behind you. You look around nervously, as Mr Harrington pulls down your hood and takes off your hat, “Oh I'm so glad you are ok. I was worried sick! I’ve been checking all the flight times, and you didnt call, and with what happened at the concert….”

“I'm so sorry Mr Harrington! I totally forgot to let you know. I was just trying to get out of there, and get home. Hanging around in an airport was not an option at the time,” you grimace nervously.

“What?! You drove all the way here? That's like…11 hours! You don't even have a licence!! What if you’d been pulled over?!” He pushes you towards a chair in the kitchen to sit down. He’s frantically searching the cupboards for where he’s hidden the coffee from the kids.

“It's fine, it’s fine. Just had a bunch of energy drinks and I didnt drive it all myself, Ambrose helped me. We did shifts. I just did the easy bits of driving,” you try to reassure him.

“Where is he now then? Was he too intimidated by the prospect of meeting us?” Mr Harrington says looking very self assured and putting a hand on his hip, “Clearly he wants to impress.”

“Yeah, something like that, for sure.” you say as a cup of coffee is thrust across the table at you.

You inspect Mr Harrington again, taking a sip of your coffee, he looks a little out of sorts, “Are…you ok?” you ask curiously.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just erm, things are a little complicated right now…” he says running his hands through his hair.

“Complicated, how?” you ask.

Mr Harrington says something but you can’t quite make it out, you put your finger in your ear and give it a wiggle so that you might hear better, “Sorry could you say that again?”

“I said, I spoke to Dustin and he was ok with you seeing the guitar once I explained, but there might be some conditions.” The tiredness must be hitting you. You blink, finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

“What sort of conditions?” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“Listen ok, everything was fine, but then after last night, he got a bit concerned, and he just wanted to make sure everyone was safe.” Mr Harrington says pacing around a bit with one hand on his hip the other animating his words, which was leaving trails behind it in the air.

“Safe….sure…everyone safe. What do I…um…do?” opening and closing your mouth felt like bench pressing a small city, and forming words with it was even harder, “Wuz happen..”

“I’m sorry Y/N” he says putting his hand to his mouth, as your body sags against the kitchen table limply, you are hoisted out of your chair by some security, and dragged away.

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heid's opinions on fellow directors / SOLDIER / staff

this isn't by any means something that'll effect any roleplays, i just love these kind of posts & i've seen a few thoughts from various people & wanted to chime in. i will say - if you write any of these characters, i love establishing relationships with individual versions of that character. heid wont immediately hate your [x] because of what this post says - i'm happy to build a unique ship based off of your portrayal.

shinra's fellow directors // part. I ( part.II will focus on the turks ).

pres.shinra / we all know my thoughts on the heid / shinra relationship. heid admires this man, he worships the ground he walks on. heid was raised to believe that you wait hand and foot on whoever is above you in the food chain. he very much believes that you /must/ respect your superiors / elders no matter what (even if they're terrible - hence his own abusive attitude). heid sees shinra as his 'saviour', he sees himself as oweing his life to the man. he would die for pres. shinra. (( however, heid is as selfish & manipulative as shinra - he just isn't as good at it - there is a streak of him that hopes to control the old man but. yeah, that's never gonna happen. ))

vice.pres.rufus / heid sees him as spoilt. spoilt & ungrateful. i would imagine heid has some knowledge of the president's exploits & his illegitimate children; the ones who hardly get a mention / cared about & thus seeing rufus be pampered and get away with literal almost attempted murder isn't something that sits right with heid. he sort of resents rufus in some ways for twisting what his father's made (whether he does it in a good or bad way). on the other hand, heid very much believes in 'respecting your superiors' as said above. this is why he grovels to rufus, it's why he's so 'yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir'. he doesn't necessarily want to suck-up or impress rufus, but rather follow him like he followed pres.shinra. he admires rufus' coolness / stoic demeanour & he admires him when it comes to battle but otherwise, he can't trust him (due to his avalanche ties) and this puts heid in a v uncomfortable situation around rufus. he wants to follow him like he followed shinra.sr but the entire time, all he's thinking is that he can't trust or like rufus for what he's done. not to mention, i hc that heid / shinra had a genuine (if not fucked up friendship) and heid part-blames rufus for the old man's death. it's a complex situation / relationship. (more-so because i consider heid having known rufus as a boy & having sometimes treated him like he treated his own girls. so seeing the guy grow into the person we know in the games, feels like a sort of betrayal for heid?)

scarlet / heid & scarlet are partnered up a lot due to their coinciding fields (with her weaponry largely being used by his troops). they have a back & forth, cat & dog style relationship. they love to insult each other & test one another. heid's always been attracted to her but never acted on such attraction, as he'd outwardly say - 'she's a pain in the ass' and he pities the man who'd one day marry her (jokingly, of course). there's a lot of sexual tension when they get close to one another - but they both evade it with their own narcissistic qualities. he's very much the dumb-muscle to scar's brains and sometimes sees himself as 'stupid' beside her (he would .NEVER. admit this).

reeve / heid loves to tease reeve & sort of treats him as a school bully would treat the nerdy kid. but in a work environment. and they're adults. and his bullying is less 'lol you suck' and more 'why're you even here?' despite the nastiness of it, heid's bullying of reeve does come from sort of a nice place. he doesn't respect the man, but he does like him. he wants to 'toughen him up', he'd drag reeve out for drinks or confide in him randomly despite not trusting him (which would absolutely take reeve off guard, i'm sure!)

palmer / palmer is the friend that heid begrudgingly puts up with. he finds palmer irritating at the best of time and downright insufferable at the worst...despite it, he can't bring himself to hate him. palmer's secretly a pretty smart guy (didn't get head of the space department for nothing!) and usually sees through heid's bluffs. he's been pushed around (physically) many times by heid but ultimately knows that the public security director wont do anything seriously to hurt him, so he sometimes likes to push his luck. surprisingly, heid has asked him for advice before regarding various things - palmer also always asks how heid's girls are doing - not out of some perverted weird reasoning but simply because he knows heid likes talking about them when he can.

hojo / hojo is probably one of the few people in the world that unsettles (or even scares) heid. but, he's known the man for a very long time (both heid & hojo were around since the early days). heid remembers being friends with vincent, he remembers not seeing him come back from a mission. he remembers ghast & ilfana. though heid didn't play a huge part in any of these things, he's seen them unfold from a distance. hojo unsettles him because heid's seen the extremity of his experiments & because of his ruthlessness not planted in greed or want like himself, scar etc but rather hojo's indifference to it.

#i spent the entirity of yesterday in bed didnt eat all day #but - but im awake now #and ive dosed up on flu meds #i was meant to be in work today no chance #(headcanon)#so have this from me 2 u all

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“What the hell are you doing here?”

legacies sentence starters ⟶ @survivingpierce

"it's nice to see you too, miss pierce. i hope you've been well." this is not sarcasm; floribeth genuinely hopes that miss pierce has been well.

she nods, then, as she slides into the booth at the diner. the sooner she gets out of the creamed corn capital of the world, the better. willoughby, pennsylvania is not the place to be. not for her. she doesn't like the way most of the people are staring at her. it's creepy. they're creepy. and the red velvet cake here absolutely sucks.

"it took me a bit longer than i thought but i've finally managed to identify potential allies for you to reach out to."

the younger of the two slides a phone - not her regular one, but one of the many - over the table towards katherine, indicating that she could keep this one. several pictures of several people fill up the screen but floribeth focuses on the pictures of a tall, blond man. he looks tired, and utterly anguished.

"derek machado is a good place to start. you see, he used to live with the tennessee wolf pack. until klaus mikaelson dropped by to visit. needless to say, the tennessee wolf pack is extinct now. that aside, mister machado also happens to be my sire and had quite a lot to say about how klaus ruined his life before he turned me. he was seen in fort valley and his last known location is savannah; i believe he's still there."

or, to put it in layman's terms: derek could be the riley biers to katherine's victoria sutherland if so desired. (what? floribeth had a twilight phase. it is both a horror infused tragedy and a comedy. she just hopes this doesn't make her bree tanner.)

now for the question that has been burning at the back of her throat since this entire interaction began: "did you... did you manage to figure out if there are still people held captive within the triad industries detention facility? because--- i mean, if there are still people in there - wolves, vampires, witches, human guards - then i need to get them out, too. somehow. that place can't be wiped off the map if there are still people inside."

#survivingpierce #floribeth dalisay / answered.#floribeth dalisay / undetermined verse.#//au where flori joins (forces with) katherine #queue.

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because-of-a-friend · 3 years

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Seventeen Reaction: You Suddenly Being Shy

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Thanks for the request anon! Hope you like it!!!!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

He thinks is the cutest thing in the world and he also cannot believe he has that kind of sway over you. He's like????? They're shy around me?????? He'll do a lot of cute little things to try and get you to relax around him and be more comfortable being yourself around him. When you're not super close, he'll do random things to make himself look ridiculous so if he's intimidating to you at all, he seems less so. Then as you grow more comfortable with each other, anytime he notices you becoming quiet he'll do something like plucking your chin or some other cute gesture that he knows you'll have some sort of witty comeback for. He appreciates and adores both sides of you, but always wants to make sure you feel comfortable around him.

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan will likely match your energy depending on how you're feeling. But he does have a habit of challenging your more sarcastic side because he tends to talk quite bluntly, so he thinks those conversations are more fun. He honestly has a lot of fun figuring out how to push your buttons until you two are ceaselessly teasing each other. He'll leave you be if it really seems like you're not up to it and respects when you're more quiet. He can always easily go with the flow depending on your mood.

JOSHUA HONG

Josh tends to also get shy around new people or one on one with people he doesn't know that well or in other moments he's not prepared for. So if you suddenly get shy, it'll probably trigger his shyness as well. He'll suddenly be unsure of what to say or where to look or how to act. Moments between you and Joshua tend to be very sweet and lighthearted since both of you are very careful towards each other. Any sort of friendship/relationship with each other with each other will progress slowly because it takes you two awhile to fully open up to each other. But it means that you two also eventually feel very comfortable around each other since you spent so much time building up trust.

WEN JUNHUI

He probably hates this lol. Not because of you but because he just can't stand awkward silence and puts all the pressure on himself to fix it. He also doesn't really get it????? Like you were fine around him when you were hanging out with other members or friends????? He watched you roast Wonwoo with no hesitation earlier???? But now that it's just you and him you're so shy?????? Get ready for chaotic Jun because he's going to be pulling all of the punches to get you to laugh again. Honestly when there's an awkward silence he can't really help but keep talking to fill it in, so you might learn a lot more about Jun in five minutes than you thought you would in years lol.

KWON SOONYOUNG

(Sorry for using such a big gif but he really is the prettiest man on earth omfg)

Might also be a little awkward when you suddenly get shy. He worries that he said something to offend you or that maybe you don't like him. So he tends to approach you carefully when he notices that you're shy around him to make sure that you two are on good terms. He'll actually make an effort to talk more quietly around you and try to sit really still and not make any sudden big movements so he doesn't catch you off guard or upset you. He tries to be as polite as possible and will make a real effort to start enjoyable conversations. Probably asks other people stuff like what movies you like or what songs you listen to so he has something to talk to you about when he sees you.

JEON WONWOO

Pls this is his worst nightmare. He's not confident in handling social situations so when you suddenly get quiet around him, he has no idea what to do. He'll awkwardly blurt out some random questions and cringe inwardly every time it doesn't lead to an actual conversation. He'll wonder what's up since you seemed so confident around other people. Like Soonyoung, he'll worry over you not liking him for some reason. He'll probably actually end up pulling back and letting you approach him in the future so any contact between you two can be on your terms so he knows you're comfortable.

LEE JIHOON

May not fully notice. Jihoon tends to be off in his own world anyways so your mood change around him may fly right over his head. He's not always conscious of people's behaviors and changes in them because of his tendency to zone out. Honestly it's sort of a relief. If you're feeling a little more nervous as you spend one on one time with him, it's almost nice that he seems to continue on with business as usual. It's nice that he won't really point it out or make a big deal of it. He's usually pretty gentle during conversation anyways so it's not like there's anything he's doing to be intimidating. If he notices you being shy, he might get a little shy as well, but he'll do anything he can to make you comfortable and get on your good side.

LEE SEOKMIN

Seokmin is such a people pleaser so you suddenly going quiet is going to be a problem for him. He needs you to like him so much. He's going to figure out what makes you feel the most comfortable around him. Do you want him to take the lead in conversations? Would you prefer he back off a little? Do you like it when he's joking? More serious? He'll test the waters and feel out what brings back your more confident side so he can tell what makes you more comfortable around him. He'll navigate every conversation with care so you'll enjoy talking with him.

KIM MINGYU

Also the type to kind of slip up when this happens. He doesn't know how to continue when you suddenly get shy around him. It highkey gives him butterflies, he thinks it's so cute. So then he's shy around you, leading to him doing awkward things, all while he's trying to help you feel less shy around him. He's a giggling/blushing mess around you 24/7, which definitely helps him seem less intimidating. But he very much genuinely wants you to feel comfortable around him so he'll always be as kind and friendly as possible.

[A/N: So Tumblr has suddenly decided I can only add ten imagines to each post even tho up until now, I was able to add gifs for all thirteen members. Soooo I was wondering if you guys preferred for me to either separate maknae line and hyung line for reactions, or if you want me to leave gifs out and have all members in one post for reactions, or if y'all want to do it by request??? Until I get a good read on what y'all want I'm just gonna cut the gifs are where I have to lol. Please let me know what y'all want me to do!!!!]

XU MYUNGHO

Myungho takes this in a silent stride. When he notices you suddenly get shy around him, he'll just sort of quietly take note of it. He'll try to encourage your usual sarcastic side to make sure you know he's comfortable with it. If it doesn't seem like it's working, he'll back off and try to take things slow and gentle with you until you feel more comfortable around him one on one. He'd never admit it but he is ecstatic when your sarcastic side starts to show. Any biting remark you have for him is met with a smirk and an equally biting remark. He's fine when you're more shy but he'll feel uneasy himself until you're comfortable around him.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

Seungkwan will have an "oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no" moment when he realizes you're suddenly shy around him. He also wants everyone to like him and be happy around him. He will also wonder if he did something to offend you and be incredibly nervous and unhappy until you're comfortable around him again. He's constantly hesitant when approaching you and then as conversation progresses, he'll pull out the big guns with his humor to get you laughing and hopefully back to your normal self.

VERNON CHWE

This may also go over his head. Vernon isn't always super in tune with the people around him just depending on what's going in his head. He also usually lets the people around him lead conversations anyways, so he'll just follow your vibes conversation to conversation. When you're shy he'll just speak to you casually and keep it light. When your more sarcastic side shows, he'll vamp it up and match your energy (although with him, he'll use sarcasm as a way to casually flirt for sure lol). But overall it's hardly even noticeable to him.

LEE CHAN

Dino probably also gets shy when you get shy. He may not notice your change at first but as soon as he does he just goes "oooooooooh" and then backs way off. He's the type to awkwardly laugh every other sentence when speaking to you, desperate to make sure the conversation feels light and happy. He's not really the best at navigating meeting new people and learning how to connect with them specifically. He's happy to try anything and everything to help you feel more at ease around him, though.

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 9 Damian x reader

"What is this place, why is it shaped like a T?" We stand on an island with this enormous building smack in the center of it the sunset shade casting a large shadow over us, I can't get over how ridiculous it looks. Or contemplate my confusion, Nightmare makes an unimpressed huff and nuzzles back into my shoulder.

"Titan's tower."

"why would this be a good place to hide? It's the most obvious building here, I ran with you for several days I'm beginning to think I would be safer under my floorboards." He walks up to the doors and pulls out a card holding it in front of the circular panel. It beeps and a clicking noise comes from the door.

"Believe me this would be a better place for you." I sigh a form of any and all anxiety pools in my body, but I still meet him at the now unlocked door.

"Alright fine but you need to explain to me why here of all places."

"When we get inside." The doors swing open, the area behind it lights up leading to what I assume is an elevator. I'm pulled inside not giving me a chance to look around. "Hey!" He doesn't answer but pulls us into the elevator, I don't see him push a button but we almost immediately move up. It's fast but not as fast as the one I had to go down for training at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Though the feeling is familiar and I start missing my classmates all over again. I rub the wrist that Damian was holding to dragging me here. Nightmare growls at the space moving him and interrupting his nap. The space stops and the door opens to an open space that looks like a large living room. a white angled couch a large kitchenette and an impossibly large TV by open glass windows. The room has several people all staring at us, my anxiety hits me tenfold and I take a step back. A hand is at my shoulder the moment I do and pushes slowly while moving itself. The doors close signaling that I'm truly stuck here, a woman with Neon pink hair and bronze skin zooms up to us.

"It's so good to see you, and I see you brought a friend. Richard has been looking all over for you."

"I know that's why you can't tell him we're here." I'm pushed forward. "She's a mutant possessing the X-Gene, my father wants to interrogate her for the information, she needs to stay here till a better solution becomes present. Can she stay here?"

"Well of course she can stay-"

"What?!" Nightmare jumps from my arms and hisses. I walk backward, taking in this new information. "How did, you find out when-when." Fear creeps how long had he known how much trouble was or might be in. But he didn't mention this. but then again why would he. How does he know about the X-Gene though, from the research I did there were none here with it. The closest there was were Metahumans but even they didn't have anything close. My back hits the wall and I return to the world Nightmare growls standing guard in front of me. Everyone who was in the room now stood in front of me, a boy that was green from head to toe, another girl in a purple cloak and unitard, and another boy with something attached to his back. The pink-haired woman steps forward, but Nightmare swats at her yowling as a warning to keep away. She raises her hands in surrender but looks at me.

"There is no need to be afraid, I knew people like you, Jean Grey, Cyclops. they came here by accident once a few friends and I helped them get back. It would have been 7 years ago now." Damian steps forward Ignoring Nightmare, guilt is painted slightly on his face he tries to coax me from the wall. "I'm sorry I knew since the time you showed me, I checked my recorder after that visit and played it back home in front of everyone. I was to find out more from you and report back after we scanned those samples that healed me. When we were ready I was supposed to bring you back with me for interrogation with confirmation of your mother's research." Something snaps inside me and I glare at him.

"So all that was for those stupid journals. Wow, for how long were you faking nice. No, don't tell me it'll just feel worse. " I put a hand on my face willing the emotions of confusion to stop. A crackling noise makes its self known in front of me followed by screams.

"Holy Crap that thing has tentacles coming from its face!"

"Ahh!"

I gasp at the sight Nightmare had gone full flerken and is attempting to drag Damian in. I lunge at Nightmare dragging him across the floor. He lets go of Damian but he hasn't changed back to cat form. "Nightmare No! Calm down I'm fine I swear it! Stop!" The black fuzzball retracts his tentacles and hisses at the crowd.

"I'm sorry, he gets like that when he sees me upset sometimes. Not sure if you have them here but he's half flerken, they look like cats but they're quite deadly." I set Nightmare down and he crawls behind my legs once again hissing particularly at the green boy how has gotten closer, he turns into a green cat making Nightmare run in the process. Damian limps forward his leg is bleeding through his suit. I would let that heal naturally if only wounds inflicted by Nightmares in the flerken form never heal normally on their own.

"Y/N these are the Titans, the one mimicking your," he waves his hand in the air as if to find the world. "flerken is Garfield." He points to Nightmare being chased my the green cat attempting to lose him. The bronze woman glides forward stomping a foot from me the others followed behind.

"Hello my name is Starfire you can call me Kori, this here is Raven," She points to the purple girl then moves her other hands to the boy. "and this is Jaime. We are pleased to have you here Y/N." She grabs my hand pulling me away from the middle of the room where I had landed. "Now let's get you settled in I'll talk to Damian for a bit after." Nightmare notices my leaving and jumps onto my right sholder hissing at the green-skinned boy.

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I honestly don't know how to feel, to be honest, I should have guessed it so it's my fault. I could have left him and then this wouldn't have happened, but then he would have died in my apartment. Could have been more hostile, but then he definitely would have gone with the kidnapping strategy and I would be already in the hand of batman. Now I'm in the known world of their superheroes, the superheroes know about the Crows and they know about the X-gene. That information can go from good to bad in minutes. Though Kori did know about Jean and Scott, though it was years ago they have traveled through many universes with a small team. I would have been about 10 when this happened and my mother didn't take me there for classes till I was 12. In their lectures, they didn't mention anything like this they did bring in Doctor Strange to teach those of us who could understand how to perform magic. I Now I'm sitting on an insanely comfortable bed knees curled up to my chest just reminiscing. I have been told to use my abilities only when necessary as not to attract any unwanted attention. But what did I do, I screw up my chances of living normally till Doc Strange can pull me back only to find I'm not in my home where I should be. Everything was going so smoothly till now.

The door opens behind me and by the almost silent footfalls, I can tell it's Damian. Nightmare has jumped into my arms forcing me to let go off my legs and watch as the boy drags a chair to face me.

"I suppose you want the whole story now," I said barely looking at him.

"I wasn't going to talk about that yet."

"What did you think you would find in the journals that my mother wrote?"

"An answer on how to stop the Crows."

"You most likely will."

"Than what's in them."

I sigh looking him dead in the eye, pulling myself together for this.

"My mother didn't only study history, in my dimension, she studied all sorts of fields one day she was asked to study something and was gone for almost six months. We hardly heard from her but just enough to know she was alive so naturally when she came back she swore me into secrecy. She explained that she had gone to another world entirely, she studies with them and when she came back more time had passed than when she was there. One journal explaining how she got the and how to get in and another explaining what she found, and the rules for everything she experienced there. She learned things no human should know and kept it from the people she worked for and everyone else. She-she found Avalon, lived among the fey in return for her curiosity and genuine interest they helped her make a guide and history of all fairy and Fae both the pure and the equally disturbed." I reach in my bag and pull out the books from missing from the very research my mother so loved. One being ordinary leather-bound and the other two bear a glowing purple gem on both sides of a very purple dark Tome thick and pooling with some sort of energy as the gem. I give him a serious look gripping both books. "She left it to me but I haven't read them yet, I...I couldn't bring myself to. It might be better used in your hands anyway. Though I shouldn't I still trust you for some reason, so under the conditions that you only use what you find for the better of those in need you may find your information. The journals, however, will stay within my sight understood." He nods, I start to give the leather books to him he stops me.

"I don't want to see them before you," He takes the books from my hands and places them back in the bag. "If you are convinced that I should still read them, then I will convince where ever you wish to study them." He sits on the bed next to me staring out the window. "What I want to talk about is how we get Father not to view you as a threat and as a friend. I went over it with Starfire and we both agree this is the best option." He pauses before he continues. "We're you a hero in your world?"

"You want me to do hero's work and gain a positive reputation so that he's more willing to work with me than slowly forcing out of me."

"Yes."

"How do you know about the X-gene?"

"It was in our database from when Jean Grey and Cyclops had visited. They helped take down an invasion of the skrul and took them back with them to their own dimension. Father took some DNA samples to work with and ask about their abilities. There are entire folders on the subject alone." He pauses again running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Not for that, for everything else."

"Yes that is very much on you but it's also on me. But if I had left you with Crow poison in your blood you would either turn into an undead flesh puppet in my room or die. That would not have gone down well for either of us. I was also mostly upset you broke my window and wanted compensation," I see him visibly tense and clench his teeth. "and didn't even bother to say thank you."

"I Fixed your awful goddammed window isn't that thanks enough." He glares at me.

"Was it? After all, you did spy on me and report it to the Dark Knight." I fall back onto the bed. "There's no getting out of this now might as well get used to it."

"You shouldn't be this comfortable with what's happening, I wouldn't"

"Then why are you smiling ya weirdo, It's almost creepy."

"Tsk, just hand me your computer so I can pull up Star Trek, I would like to finish and begin the movies." I hand him my laptop and he walks over to the wall in front of the bed.

"Um, you know we watch on that computer you making a get away with."

"Yes but the enormous 4k TV is here." He pushes a button I didn't even see before and as promised a TV appears. He smirks at what I assume is my expression. He opens my computer and within minutes Star Trek is cast on the TV. "Please hold your applause till after the show."

"Did you just make a joke? Are you joking now?"

"Aren't I allowed to have a sense of humor?" I Look at Nightmare who has the same thought in his head and I look back at Damian.

"Nope, Nada, No way."

"You know, you're the only one who has talked to me that way and lived."

"I should consider myself lucky then huh."My gaze falls to his leg, It's poorly bandaged so I pull my scales and Med-kit from my bag. " But before I forget I need to treat your leg before your tissue becomes necrotic. You can watch while I work, but you need to swallow one more of the "glittered plastic"."

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"How do you make them?"

"The scales?" I pause stoping the wrap on the angry-looking tentacle mark on his skin.

"What do you think I was talking about?" I smile evilly.

"I thought you were talking about my jokes and wonderful sense of humor." I tie off the bandage and put away my first aid kit. "But If you must know it has to rain first, and I have to be in it. The acidity in the rain is was caused the scales to form but there has to be enough of it. In Gotham, the rain has plenty of it, It soaks into my skin and drains my health which is why I was sick for so long. In return for taking my health, the scales form with healing agents that even baffle me. Normally I would take one and feel fine after but someone decided to take them."

"Do you pull them off?"

"Takes too long and much too painful, I just pour scalding hot water on myself and they pull away from the skin. I clean them and there you have it. Health restoring scales." He stares at me, like I said I pour milk before cereal and then pop it in the microwave for 30 seconds in that order.

"Aren't there better ways to remove them?"

"Yes, but those are back at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters I couldn't pack it with me so I had to find other methods."

He silent again so I put my stuff in the closet, take my Suit out from the bag, and place it on the hanger, the vibranium fibers shimmer in the soft lights then I stuff the rest of my things in there. I have to tell Professor Xavier what's happened on the check update next week with any luck the multi-functional com-piece found the data by now and I can see what they already know. I inwardly sigh, closing the closet and making my way back to the bed. I see Damian drawn into the scene playing on the screen, Data has made his sacrifice saving the Enterprise. I wasn't expecting to last the cleaning to last that long, but then again the poisons from the suction cups dug deeper than I thought. I put some more things away in drawers even though I didn't have much to bring. "We probably should head to bed, I imagine I have to do a proper introduction and demonstrate some form of my power."

"Yes, probably." He gets up grabbing the two scales I gave him for when he starts feeling pain again. Moving swiftly to the door, he takes one more look back then leaves. My eyes fall on Nightmare who sleeps soundly on the end of the bed. I Climb into the warm comforter letting the warmth surround me. I don't even notice myself drifting till all I can hear is static signaling that tonight was going to be a dreamless one.

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"What exactly can you do?" Starfire walks me down to the center of a metallic room filled with weapons and tools, no doubt the training room. I look around more absorbing the room but still answer the question.

"If I see something I can almost instantly learn it or adapt to it, powers, fighting styles, languages I just have to see or hear it. I've had to control it in order not to learn everything and overload happened one time was not pretty."

"What do you mean by almost instantly?"

"Things like shape-shifting are hard to master, but if I concentrate enough I can alter my physical appearance though it takes five minutes to get there and can't hold the form very well after an hour. The first time I saw someone change form my body tried to copy it but I broke my hand instead. But oddly enough I can learn most other powers and knowledge just fine."

"Really? Well just to check could you copy this?" Starfire lifts her hand and green energy forms around it. I lift my hand to match hers and form the same energy in my body, though not green It's a lilac purple. "Sorry still have trouble getting the colors right." The woman stares in awe at my hand, the knowledge of how to use the ability is stored in my memory. I turn my hand light off and look around. She had given me the tour of the building and probably saved this for last to test what I can do. They did the same at XSFGY and had us fight in the ever-changing challenge/training room. I hear the door open and two cheery voices call out.

"Hey Y/N, about to train?" Garfield, the boy in green calls out from the railing where the door is accompanied by Jamie how still looks half asleep.

"I was just about to test her now, could you all stay there, I'm going to pull the full immersion-based training." She floats to a podium on the far side of the room. the area around me pixelated before stilling into a jungle heat and all. Monsters appear from the undergrowth enough level but not easy looking. I raise two fingers to the sky and strike lightning on them Increasing the voltage when one didn't go down, I even open a few portals in the body to warp holes from the flesh. It took about a few minutes to finish and for the simulation to fall. The dark misty cloud vanishes when I flick my wrist. I hear cheering from the side, I turn to face them everyone was now there.

"No way! Did you just see that!!" Jamie is now wide awake sharing an amazing look with Garfield, Raven is a little shocked, while Damian holds a stoic face. I feel a hand on my shoulder and follow it up to the orange-haired woman. I don't catch that she isn't stopping and is dragging me out of the room. With the way her hand had angled, I dragged out facing the other people in the room. She moves so fast that they get so small to quickly "You did excellently today, I'm so happy to welcome you to the team! We shall celebrate with a feast fit for kings and I shall cook it."

"Wait!"

"Kori!"

"Aw hell no!"

"YOU COOKED THE OTHER DAY!"

They all start running after us, shouting and trying to stop the woman. I feel refreshed after getting the OK for using my powers finally releasing some of the tension I've felt. I feel exhausted though, probably anticipating all the social interactions yet to come.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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The Sky's Tsunami - Chapter 19

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"You're saying they wanted to rope me in because I pose a genuine threat?" Skye asks Quinn.

"Yes, and fit their profile," Quinn tells Skye, moving to the window." See, you're a criminal. You have a warrant somewhere."

"Probably," Skye agrees.

"A specialized skill set."

"I try to stay humble but fail," Skye says.

"No family. Take Natasha Romanoff for example," Quinn begins, and Skye focuses on the man, "And her sister. Both were criminals on SHEILD's radar."

Skye looks horrified.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit a nerve, but that is what these people do," Quinn goes on. "SHIELD - they prey on fear and loneliness and desperation, and then they offer a home to those who have no one else to turn to. I can offer you something better."

. . .

Three guards walk up the laser grid, looking around.

(Y/n) and Ward emerge from the bushes, quickly knocking the three guards to the ground.

"Guys, clock's ticking," (Y/n) says into her COMMs. "Where's Skye?"

. . .

"You stay with us, there's no secretes," Quinn tells Skye, "no lies, and no agenda. You're free to do what you do without big sister watching over you." Skye sits silently. "But first, you have to tell me exactly what agenda SHIELD sent you in here with."

"Well, they wanted me to do whatever it takes to get in here," Skye chuckles lifting the makeup compact, pretending to check her reflection in it.

The lights flash green and she closes the compact.

"And bat my eyes," Skye says, setting the compact beside her glass of champagne. "Get you talking.

. . .

There is a click.

"We're in!" May says in disbelief.

"She's done it!" Simmons exclaims.

. . .

Gunshots ring out, bullets shattering against the laser grid.

There is a shimmer, and the laser grid disappears.

Ward darts through the grid and (Y/n) fires two shots over her shoulder, hitting two of the guards before diving through just in the nick of time.

(Y/n) pulls Ward to his feet, and the two jog towards Quinn's facility.

. . .

"I'll look for Dr. Hall down in the lab," (Y/n) says.

"I'll get Skye," Ward replies, and the two separate.

. . .

"Dr. Hall," (Y/n) opens the door, walking inside. "Agent Rushman. We have an exit strategy."

"SHIELD?" Dr. Hall asks, continuing to type furiously on his computer.

"Yes, sir," (Y/n) replies. "Let's get you out of here."

"I'm sorry, Miss Rushman," Dr. Hall says. "I'm right where I'm supposed to be."

"Well, our plan didn't count on you saying that," (Y/n) remarks.

. . .

(Y/n) blinks, shaking her head as she sits up.

"Guys, we need to talk," (Y/n) groans, pushing herself to her knees, leaning against one of the walls for support, one of her hands pressed to the side of her head, which is bleeding.

"Lost you for a minute," May says.

"We're aware of the problems, (Y/n)," Coulson says. "Hall wanted Quinn to kidnap him?" he asks.

"Quinn built a gravity generator, Hall knew Quinn would need him to control its raw power, but Hall just wanted to unleash it," (Y/n) pulls herself to her feet.

"The one we found was two and a half centimetres in diameter," Simmons says. "It stopped a semi. How big are we talking?"

"This one's twelve feet," (Y/n) replies. "It'll definitely take down the entire compound."

"It'll sink the place," Simmons says.

"No, it'll do more than that," Fitz pipes up.

"Work a solution," (Y/n) tells the two scientists. "I'll disconnect the power before things get . . ." (Y/n) stands up, " . . . crazy."

Looking around, (Y/n) realizes that she is standing on the roof of the laboratory.

"They can't help you," Hall says, striding across the roof, a gun clasped in his hand. He moves over to a cabinet, pulling out a bottle wine and a glass. "Soon, it'll reach an exponential acceleration state." Dr. Hall picks up a chair off the floor - well, the roof - and sitting down, pouring himself a drink. "I'm sorry," Dr. Hall says, as (Y/n) looks over at the generator.

"So you leaked your location," (Y/n) guesses. "Why not try reasoning with him?" (Y/n) asks.

"You can't reason with an addict, and he's addicted to exploiting opportunities. He never gives a though to the friends, ecosystems, future generations left ruined in his wake."

"Like Agents Fitz and Simmons? Your former students?" (Y/n) asks and Hall tilts his head. "They're in my ear right now telling me that you're not a bad guy. SHIELD could've worked with you on this."

The generator whirs again, and (Y/n)'s back slams against a filing cabinet.

"And that's a broken back," (Y/n) grumbles, staggering to her feet again.

"SHIELD?" Hall asks. "SHIELD is just a guilty of the same thing - experimentation without though of consequence! Your search for an unlimited power source brought an alien invasion."

"Believe me, I know," (Y/n) looks away, looking regretful. "Those bastards were hard to kill," she mutters.

The room shakes again, and both figures stumble.

"T-this element is far too powerful for you, for him, for anyone!" Hall finds his handgun again, pointing it at (Y/n) again. "I don't have to tell you that."

The room shifts again, and the two fall against the roof as the papers fall out of their filing cabinets.

Hall and (Y/n) fall again, and (Y/n) rips the gun out of Hall's hand.

"I see the future, Miss Rushman, and it's a catastrophe," Hall tells her.

"All I see is a lot of people in trouble," (Y/n) replies.

(Y/n) reaches out, a rips the power cord out of the wall.

"It's still going," (Y/n) tells FitzSimmons. "I tried to cut the power."

"Find a catalyst / you need to find a catalyst," FitzSimmons say in unison.

"Something to create a chemical reaction in the core," Simmons tells (Y/n).

"It's not too late to do the right thing," (Y/n) says, furrowing her eyebrows at Hall. "Help me find a catalyst -"

"I am doing the right thing -" Hall argues. "A completely selfless act. I know that history never celebrates what didn't happen." (Y/n) levels her gun in case Hall started on her again. "They'll call this a-a tragedy. They won't understand the good I did here."

(Y/n) glances over and sees Ward and Skye standing against the door, peering through the glass.

"Killing innocent people?" (Y/n) asks, looking back at Hall.

"Saving millions," Hall corrects. "We have to live with the choices we make, but sometimes we have to die with them, too."

(Y/n) furrows her eyebrows. "I understand," (Y/n) lowers the handgun. "You made a hard call." (Y/n) glances back over at Skye and Ward. "And now I have to make mine."

(Y/n) shoots the glass below them, and she grabs one of the cords hanging from the roof.

Hall falls through the window and into the generator of Gravatonium.

The room rights itself and (Y/n) falls back down to the ground, slamming her head on the metal table, landing on her shoulder on the actual floor.

Skye and Ward run through the door.

Ward offers (Y/n) a hand up, and (Y/n) takes it, clutching her right shoulder. She stumbles towards the shattered window, looking at the Gravitonium generator.

. . .

"I really should set your shoulder," Simmons presses.

"But -" (Y/n) goes to argue.

"Sit," Coulson orders and (Y/n) flinches, sitting down on the Med table.

Simmons puts (Y/n)'s arm in a sling.

"Leave it in the sling for a few days," Simmons tells (Y/n), tightening the sling. (Y/n) squirms uncomfortably as her shoulder shifts.

"We should just cut this arm off," (Y/n) grumbles. "It's caused me too many issues."

"Let's not," Skye says, and and (Y/n) chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

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Commenting on Maleigh again.

> Or am I mixing up my shithole castles?

Yes, Millicent's arm is from there. It's even in the description: "When Maleigh Marais, Lord of the Shaded Castle, embraced this prosthesis, he claimed to feel the presence of his personal goddess". It's probably Malenia's old arm.

I wonder if he just kept that arm, or did something with it too. This is more of a headcanon, but like, imagine him saving himself for his Goddess only and using her metallic hand to touch himself, closing his eyes and pretending that it's her.

> Throw the heiresses to Malenia's rot back into the plague born of the same womb

That sentence sounds so esthetically beautiful but the action described in it is horrific.

I like how the servant and Finlay think that throwing infants in the swamp is better than leaving them with their father. Doesn't that sound like a death sentence? Or is that servant like "I can't murder infants with my own hands, but, first, they're rape babies so it would be better if they didn't exist, and, second, letting them stay here is also terrible, so I'll throw them in the rot since it's where they belong to and since nobody in their right mind would follow me to Caelid. If they die there then they die. They'll die before developing proper consciousness and won't have to suffer what their father might try to put them through. If they live, well, the pests there already worship their Goddess as a mother of abandoned children, these kids will fit among them"?

Damn, now I've developed a brainrot (the daughters line awoke something in me) and I'm thinking about a fic about Alternative Universe where something like that indeed happened, but that servant didn't take all of them away. I mean, there are 5 kids and only two feeble servant hands that aren't used to carrying a bunch of babies while trying to sneak out of a guarded castle.

(The castle was guarded at that time, I believe. I don't think the castle was *always* a wreck. It just got especially fucked by the bell-bearing hunter who refused to get executed and decided to steal the sword of house Marais, which happened way later. The poison was probably there all that time, but other than that it was a semi-normal noble castle).

So, that servant saves 4 children out 5.

Maleigh is devastated by the loss of his Goddes, but copes with turning all of his attention into raising his remaining daughter — Millicent (I'm, of course, picking this poor girl to torment, because she canonically resembles Malenia the most, she overall gets more characterizations than her sisters and even in canon her father (adoptive one) constantly compares her to her mother).

Will you be okay if I try writing something like a sequel to "Sick of body and mind" in this direction? A "what if" of some sorts?

I've never written a fic, especially in English (English isn't my first language, Russian is), so I can't say how long will it take and how good it will be.

Anon, I would be honoured if you wrote a fic! Please play with these ideas, I’m working from the thoughts of others and live for the collaborative process. Please feel free to pop it on AO3 and associate it with the fic itself (I think there’s a way to do that?). As for your language, I genuinely couldn’t tell English was your second language. Give yourself some credit. :)

All I ask is that Millicent is an adult, if the fic is to be linked to me. Underage is a hard line in the sand for me, but I reason this in-universe as ‘even evil has standards’, including weirdos like Maleigh. There’s no point in risking the injury and ill health of his one precious, remaining daughter, after all— if she is to bear him children, she must be able to handle it both physically and mentally.

As for the servant, the longer answer is more what I was going for! We are on the same wavelength. :)

Happy writing, friend, I hope you come up with something fulfilling to create. 🖤

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Not Just a Monster

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15. Running out of supplies

We were running out of water, that's what Eun-Hyuk told me, there was a small Secret group meeting We had. I was Currently in the Storage room packing and dividing the rations.

With Ji-Su, Jae-Heon, Eun-Hyuk's and Hyun-Su he was finally able to come out and Socialize with others. I was happy he didn't have to stay Cooped up in that small room.

Coming out from the closet I saw Ji-Soo carrying a pack of water bottles it must have been heavy because she looked like she was in pain. And her face was more Paler now than before.

Going over I picked them up for her, this time I asked, I was getting concerned. " are you okay?" I whispered, laying the water down. She was caught off guard by the question.

" Pardon?"

I stopped at what I was doing, " I know there something wrong you should tell someone." We packed food and other Essentials, putting them in small crates and boxes. " I'm fine plus if there was something wrong no one will be able to help-"

She was interrupted when someone busted in through the door. It was Seung-wan he started to yell, getting angry. " Stop!" We all looked up at him. Has he gone nuts already?

" did you think I wouldn't notice if you guys, ran away?" I raised an eyebrow, we aren't Secretly running away, where did he hear this from?

Eun-Hyuk and came in, as did the other guys. " give me my share!" He ran towards Jae-Heon grabbing the food he was holding. Trying to take it away from him. " Fuck I can't trust anyone anymore!"

He screamed out like a mad man, Jae-Heon grabbed him trying to calm him down. " clam down, let's talk!" But Seung-Wan pushed him against the glass Freezer. " don't touch me!!" He pulled out a box cutter knife pointing it Jae-Heon's neck.

My eyes widened thinking he was going to cut him. " I'm not going to die here like this! I'm going to leave here by myself!" He then pointed it at Eun-Hyuk I started to walk forward but Hyun-Su grabbed my hand and shook his head.

" give me the car keys." He pushed something pasted him it hitting the wall getting closer to Eun-Hyuk with the knife. " Give me the car keys you asshole! Give me the car keys you son of a-" he screamed, his hand shaking with the knife.

He was about to get cut Eun-Hyuk but was stopped by Sang-Woo. He pulled him away and punched him straight in the face. He fell, groaning in pain, but he grabbed him pulling the mad man up.

Dragging him away, I should have been shocked by what I just saw but in this world it was normal I wasn't Surprised but we humans shouldn't act like this towards each other, we should at least have some common courtesy.

Following them Seung-Wan was on the floor. " why don't you go out there then?" Sang-Wook Insisted, Seung-wan started to scream like crazy. " you don't know how it feels. To have your life and someone else's hands!!"

" what are you doing?" Gil-Seob came in to view. " do you want the kids seeing this?" He questioned, I turned my head to them. " Who cares what the kids see you're not? We're all going to die anyway!!" It all got quiet for a moment.

We all were staring at him until Gil-Seob began to walk towards him. " No... not all of us will." He crouches down to Seung-Wan level. " people who act stupid As you do. Just because they're afraid are the ones who die first!"

He then slapped his knee, " get a grip, and more importantly Take care of your own life." He told him the guy looked like he was about to cry. After that, it was silent and very awkward.

Like the air was on thin ice if you stepped on it, it could break at any given moment. Everyone then began to leave because of it. But before I went, I hadn't realized I was holding Hyu-Su's hand the entire time.

It was Firmly gripped in mine. Did Hyun-Su know we were holding hands? I mean it's not that hard to Acknowledge plus he was holding it tight. Taking a glance at him his eyes were peering down at our interlocked fingers.

A blush formed on his cheeks, eyes wide and big. Letting go, I was kinda embarrassed. He looked up my way, but I left before he could say anything. My stomach was feeling queasy like I needed to throw up.

I knew why though I was getting feeling for Hyun-Su and it was too many feelings for my stomach to handle. I said that I should live life but it's hard when you don't know when you're time is up and that you're gonna turn into a monster anytime soon.

Going to the bathroom, I splashed water on my face, trying to calm myself down. I can like him right? Even though we were both infected he just didn't know it yet. Is it worth it though, I would just end up getting my hopes up?

Why is this so complicated, I grumbled. Knowing liking someone in this Situation leads to trouble and never turns out good. When I was done having a two-sided conversation with myself I went back into the day-care-Center to clear my head.

But Eun-Hyuk stopped me, " I need to talk it's important." He insisted, Motioning for me to follow him we walked into the office and I saw, Gil-Seob and Du-Sik. What were they doing here?

" We need more supplies," Eun-Hyuk began, " food is running sort so is the water as you know it's Been Contaminated we need to get outside resources." He said this writing it all on a Chalkboard.

" first Mr. An has been scouting out the area to make sure it's safe for the person that goes out, Mr. Han is fixing the car and Reinforcing it. And Lastly Soo-Nico you will go out and get the supplies we need."

He explained as if the others already knew about this and volunteered me for the job. " I'm not doing this to use you Soo-Nico you are the best chance we have out there." He said as if I was the only one to do it.

I guess I was the only one able to do the job since I knew were every monster out there, including their whereabouts, how they kill, and how to escape if necessary.

Thinking it over, it was for everyone's survival including mine. So I agreed to it, not seeing I had a choice either. We all made our way to the Day-Care-Center telling everyone we were having a meeting.

I sat in the left corner of the room on a desk. While everyone piled in, seeing Hyun-Su he sat next to me on a stool. Things were still kinda awkward soon we didn't say anything to each other.

Soon Eun-Hyuk brought in the chalkboard I saw just a few moments before he stood in front of it, " we need to Venture outside, we only have five days' worth of food. We'll search the Convenient store first."

He told us, good for him I know a store that still tons of food. " isn't too dangerous?" Jae-Heon, questioned, well yes it was. " we've been preparing, Mr. An has scouted out the area And Mr. Han is working on the car." He explained.

" Hang on there, four eyes who's going then, I mean are we going to draw straws?" Byeong-ll wondered, wanting to know who will go out.

" it's an important mission only Who is likely to succeed will go and knows what it likes out there." He finished, they didn't have to guess they all knew. " Soo-Nico will go out there with her experience."

Everyone's eyes landed on me, including Hyun-Su. " but didn't she get caught up in that spider web?" Someone I didn't even know the name if asked. Eun-Hyuk nodded, " Yes but she got out on her own."

He defeated me, which I was shocked by. Soon the meeting was over and they all left, telling me good luck. I didn't expect it though. Going back outside, I don't know if I was ready?

" So you're going out there?" Hyun-Su spoke, it Startled me when he did. Getting over my mini heart attack I told him yeah. "I'm the only one so who else?" I laughed

I was expecting him to but he wasn't. His face was blank. " but do you want to?" As if he read my mind a few minutes ago, I didn't but there are some things you have to do. " I wouldn't do it if it wasn't necessary but it is." And it was, but Hyun-Su seemed to understand.

" Just be careful."

I smiled, " sure, whatever you say." I was happy he was genuinely concerned, but he shouldn't be, leaving him alone I walked out but saw Ji-Soo running to the restroom she was sweating badly, and she looked deadly pale.

Clutching her side, I knew something was wrong. Going after her, she was banging on the only working stall door. " hurry up, you're still not done?" She was bending over in pain Groaning.

Eun-Yoo was in the stall. She began to talk but there was a short pause. " –yeah I need more time." She said making her wait on purpose. Shaking my head I went over there.

Grabbing the doorknob I shook it violently. " hey open up she needs to go in there it's urgent!" I demanded, hitting the door. Ji-Soo wasn't looking so good.

" that's too bad for her, she should have come yesterday if it was so urgent." I couldn't believe her words, " Hey, do you have a death wish!!" I threatened, " what I'm using the bathroom to survive, you know." I rolled my eyes she didn't understand the situation.

" Hey, Eun-Yoo hey! Hurry up! Come on." She banged on the door. Leaning against it, like she couldn't keep herself up. I have enough of this bullshit. " Eun-Yoo! Open the door right now, she in pain." I heard her sign from the other side.

" I would be careful how your talking to me don't want a little Secret to get out." She laughed, Just as I said that she fell to the floor.

I let out a scream, moving next to her, " Ji-Soo?! Ji-Soo?!" I shook her trying to get her to wake up. Soon Eun-Yoo came out, staring at her she gazed over letting out a small scream.

She ran over, " Hey, what's wrong? Come on wake up!" Now that she was on the floor pasted out did she care? " are you turning too? Because you couldn't take a shit?"

She shook her harder, " Hey, wake up, Yoon Ji-Soo. W he acts wrong wake up!!" She cried, screaming, I was too tears fell my cheeks not knowing if she was dying or not.

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kate837 · 3 years

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I Love You

I completely recommend watching 2x14 Borrow or Rob, and the beginning of 2x15 Draw O Cesar Erase a Coward, before reading this fic. While this fic is AU it does have many similarities and minor details that it couldn't hurt to watch the episode first! Anyways enjoy!!!!!

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Kurt had a day.

Not bad. Definitely not good. Just... A day.

A day he'll never forget actually. It was so full of ups and downs. From Shepherd plunging a knife into Sean's heart, to joking with Jane about whether or not he could handle Rich Dotcom. From shooting Rich to... Jane's date. That hurt. When Shepherd shoved a knife through Sean Clarke, Kurt's adrenaline spiked, he felt so alert for so long, he thought he would throw up. He got the same feeling from Jane. Except it was everytime she moved, spoke, brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, etc. Her admission of her date was too much. Kurt went straight home, got a damp rag, and laid down. Staring at the ceiling.

Though he did have to say, it still wasn't the worst part of his day. He felt bad. Witnessing first degree murder should automatically be the worst part of your day.

But when it comes to Rich.....

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Kurt and Rich were sneaking through the secret underground tunnels of Jamison College, in order to get into the Deadalus gathering.

"This is interesting." Rich says, while coming to a stop.

"What?" Kurt replies shortly.

"Well this is the door, but the handle's different."

"Different how, Rich?!"

"Wel- well it's not there anymore?? Probably on account of all the hookers I snuck in it." Rich gestures to the handless door.

"Ok, so what's behind this door?" Kurt inquires, looking around.

"The closet. What are yo-"

"Stand back."

Kurt, with a running start, kicks the door in to find himself deep within the walls of a massive walk in closet.

"Aaaaa just how I remember it."

"SHHHHH!" Kurt puts his ear to the door, the one still on it's hinges, just in time to hear the gasps of attending guests and a soft female voice hushedly asking someone to notify security of the discrepancy.

"Shit."

"What?" Rich asks, genuinely confused.

"The guests are getting security to come check out 'the noise in the closet'."

"Oh. What are we gonna do Stubbles? I'm a sly guy but how do we explain that?"

"Oh God, why do you hate me?" Kurt says looking towards the ceiling.

"What? You're acting strange Stubbles, like weirder than normal. I mea-"

Rich was cut off by Kurt's large hands cupping both sides of his face, to kiss him. Without separating he backs Rich against a near wall, mimicking the earlier noise. Rich squirmed at first but expectedly went along with the unexpected.

"Come on Stubbles, you can at least use some tongue!"

"Shut. Up." Kurt snarls. "Actually. . . I need you to make some. . . noises." Kurt says while blushing furiously.

"Security is on their way." Tasha notifies through comms.

"Yeah you guys better get out of there." Reade warns.

"And say what? Oh hey haven't seen you in a while, please excuse my entering through a closet?!" Rich whisper-yells.

"Everyone shut up!" Kurt also whisper yells. "Now Rich I need you to moan a lot. Loudly."

"You could always make me Stubbles!"

"Rich!"

"Kurt what the hell are you doing?" Reade asks, growing increasingly concerned about his teammate's mental health.

"Rich just do it!"

"OOOOH! STUBBLES, YES!" Rich practically screams.

The party guests turn a side eye. But the security, like Kurt hoped, were turning away, figuring that the noise came from two enthusiastic partygoers. Or if the other patrons were anything like Rich maybe more.

Of course Weller didn't know that yet.

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"Ohhh. Now i get it, I can't believe this is working." Reade says, half laughing at the ridiculous noises coming out of his earpiece. "Hey Kurt it's work-"

"Will you shut up?!" Tasha butts in.

"What are you tal-"

"He doesn't know that they stood down yet." Tasha says wriggling her eyebrows. "Hey Kurt most of the security guards stood down but you still have a couple incoming. . . You might need to amp it up a bit!"

Her and Reade try and fail to stifle their laughter after Rich let's out a completely overexaggerated 'UNGH'!

"Come on Stubbles, they're not buying it, you're gonna have to join me if you wanna get out of here."

"Why me? God why me?" Kurt says again looking up.

Kurt let's out a loud and breathless 'Oh God' that completely undoes all of Tasha and Reade's composure. They are hysterical by now. They completely lost it when Rich and Kurt started harmonizing!

"Stop! Stop!" Tasha said. "I can't take it anymore." She pulls herself up from the floor of the van, where she fell from laughing so hard.

"Yeah guys, the security's gone. They're long gone." Reade adds, clutching his stomach.

"Yeah Rich so goo- wait what?!"

"Yeah you're clear." Tasha clarifies.

"You could have compromised this entire op!" Kurt says furiously.

"We all know that's not why you're mad Stubbles. And as the bible states-"

"I swear to God Rich, if you say another word I will shoot you."

"Another word."

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Kurt flushed red just thinking about it. What was he going to put in his field report?!

He turned to lay on his side to take in the fresh scenery of the wall instead of the ceiling. After laying there for about two minutes, he finally got up to fix himself dinner.

While gathering ingredients, Kurt's mind inevitably wandered back to Jane's date. Everything about it tore at him. What she'd be wearing, what she'd eat, would she cover her tattoos, would she wear makeup. . . . . . . .

His thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

It was Jane.

A million questions ran through his head. Why is she calling him? Shouldn't she still be out on her date?

He lunged for the phone but then. . . He stilled. Didn't move a muscle. He picked up his phone, turned it over, and resumed gathering ingredients.

Once the phone eventually stopped buzzing, Kurt's inner turmoil came to play.

'Why didn't you answer?! Jane could be in trouble!'

'Be rational Kurt. She's on a date, probably just calling to let you know that she'll complete her paperwork tomorrow, since she's busy.'

'Look, everyone knows you're in love with her, but you can't act like some overprotective boyfriend whenever she's around.'

Kurt shakes his head. He wasn't in love with Jane Doe. Was he?

'Of course you are! That's why you lunged for the phone as soon as you saw her name, but put it down when you realized she was still on a date.'

'No. If I was in love with her, I would have immediately answered.'

'No. You love her so much that you realized that if she's having fun, even with another man, you wouldn't want to ruin that. That's love.'

'What am I supposed to do? I can't love her from afar.'

'This may be selfish but what if I proposed the idea that Oliver is Sandstorm?'

'It could work. But why not just tell her how you feel?'

"Because I'm just not ready yet." Kurt voiced sadly.

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First thing the next morning, Kurt was walking up and down the hallways, over and over again. In order to 'accidentally' bump into Jane on her way to Patterson's lab.

After three consecutive minutes, Jane appeared. She was wearing this loose, pastel green shirt, that roughly covered all of her upper body tattoos as well as bringing out her eyes. She paired it with tight blue jeans, which she almost never wears, and a few silver rings on her right hand.

"Wow." Kurt whispered. What looked like any other outfit, looked stunning on her. He almost forgot to 'bump' into her.

"Jane!"

"Oh, hey!"

"You get Patterson's text yet?"

"Yeah, heading there now."

They walk in silence for a few heartbeats, until they turn into a secluded hallway.

"Jane wait." Kurt says while gently grabbing Jane's arm.

"Kurt, what is it?"

"After you told me last night, about your date. I started thinking. . ."

Jane subconsciously starts to hold her breath. Her expression wreaks of hope.

"Hey! Glad I found you two, Patterson's got something." Tasha pops in.

"Yeah." Kurt says releasing Jane.

Saved by the bell.

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The debrief, while no longer than usual, felt unbearably long. The charged energy from Kurt and Jane's previous conversation still radiated off of them.

While any hope of continuing it was completely shut down by the tattoo clues pointing to three different entities, causing the team to split up completely. Kurt with Roman, Jane with Tasha, and Patterson with Reade.

This was going to be a longgg day.

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The team finally reconvened at about 5pm. They had just finished the field reports. All three of them. It was exhausting.

Fortunately for Kurt his adrenaline spiked right back up about an hour later when Tasha, so graciously, reminded the group that they never filled out the field report for their Deadalus mission. Which caused Reade and Patterson to burst out into a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny?" Jane asked, looking to Kurt, smiling.

Kurt goes wide-eyed. She doesn't know.

This was going to be a long night.

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The team had just finished catching Jane up while writing the 'going to be extremely redacted' field report.

"Wait I'm still confused. If you just wanted Rich to moan, why did you kiss him?"

All eyes look to Kurt.

"We- well I was under the impression that security was going to be charging through the door at any second." He says glaring at the pair of agents who were strategically avoiding his gaze. "And when they did, if they saw us. . . you know-"

"We don't know, Weller!" Patterson howled.

Kurt glared.

"Yeah I kind of want to know how far you were willing to take it Assistant Director!" Reade joined in.

"We're done here." Kurt said as he walked out.

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Jane had just walked out of the locker room to be met head on with Kurt.

"Kurt, hey!" Jane says, surprised.

"Hey."

"Umm. . . I actually wanted to talk to you."

Kurt raises his eyebrows in obvious confusion, cueing Jane to continue.

"When we were. . . Uh you know- outside of P- Patterson's lab. You didn't finish." Jane stumbles through her words as a new wave of nervousness hits her with full force.

"Oh that." Kurt says, grabbing Jane's arm, mirroring his earlier gesture and leading her away from the locker room door.

"Jane, I was up all night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. We need to be careful. Sandstorm feels like it's everywhere."

"You think Oliver is Sandstorm?"

"Yes. . . No." Kurt shakes his head.

"Kurt you're not making any sense." Jane says studying him.

"I know. I know. I just- no I don't think he's Sandstorm."

"Then why did you-"

"I've been trying to come up with reasons of why you shouldn't date him for the better part of 13 hours."

"Kurt wha-"

"And I got nothing, because the only reason is that I love you."

Jane goes wide-eyed. It was as if all the air was sucked out of her.

"I love you Jane."

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#part two?#ILY #ily #I Love You #im back #blindspot au fics

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voidstilesplease · 3 years

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in another life

part two

Stiles assures Theo answers for all of their questions -god knows they have so many- tomorrow. Theo's reluctant at first, doesn't intend to let go of Stiles's words hanging in between them: "You think she's alive?" Eventually, Theo nods, finding something in Stiles's eyes and placing his trust in him. An odd feeling of protectiveness settles in Stiles's stomach at the vulnerability that Theo freely displays - in the past, he used to act guarded like everyone was out to get him. Granted, Theo had conned most of them before with charm and fake tears, and it's not above him to try it again if Theo could gain something worthy from it. But Stiles doesn't feel the usual tingle in his bones when he meets some shady criminal mastermind. His instincts have gotten him this far, so he gives it credit.

Stiles sighs. Innocent until proven guilty. He hopes Deaton has answers that expose the truth.

In the meantime, they have saddled him with more responsibility: bringing Theo home with him. Theo refuses to be stuck with either Liam or Mason any longer, it is unwise to put Theo alone with Melissa, and stupid to leave him unattended. So Stiles is the only viable choice. Plus, Theo thinks they're together. It only makes sense. Maybe.

It probably won't to his dad initially, but hey, after a while of normalcy, even he will acknowledge the need for something to go down - even dressed as Theo Raeken.

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They're in Stiles's Jeep, driving home to the Stilinski's, and it is a little disconcerting how Theo seems to be accustomed to his car. Theo had seen and been in the Jeep before, but this is different. He's too comfortable in the cramped space, even knows how to operate Stiles's defective radio. And the way he leans against the seat on the passenger's side and knows where to keep the screwdriver Stiles uses to manipulate the ignition is boggling his head worse than the snow outside.

Stiles draws in a breath, glancing sideways to his quiet company. "So, um, Deaton," he says, "we're going to Dr. Deaton tomorrow."

Theo turns to him, frowning. "What kind of doctor? Are you taking me to a shrink? Babe, I'm not crazy. What happened is freaky, but you have to believe me."

Okay, the babe thing, they're going to have to iron that wrinkle as soon as possible. Not even Lydia called him babe when they dated, and certainly not Malia. It's a cosmic joke that the once bane of his existence gets to call him that first. "No, he's not a shrink," Stiles promises him. "He's a veterinarian. But he knows about these things."

Theo arches a brow, "He knows about teleportation?"

"Telepor-" Stiles creases his forehead, jerking his head to Theo. The latter is expectant when he looks back. Stiles blinks, disbelieving and a little horrified. There's also a small bubble of hysteria beginning to form in his stomach. Somehow, this takes the cake in the weirdness of the situation. Because, of course, Theo also doesn't remember he's a chimera, does he? Blowing a heavy breath, he turns back to the road. He rubs the side of his temple, where it's starting to hurt, and purses his lips. "Yeah, sure. Teleportation."

Silence hangs in between them for a moment, Stiles sighing when he takes the last turn to his street. He can feel the burn of Theo's stare at the side of his face.

"You really don't remember we're together?" Theo sounds genuinely small when he speaks. "Then why are you here, if not to take me home? The two -Liam and Mason- are accusing me of having amnesia. But it's you who can't remember."

Stiles opens his mouth, but he doesn't know what to say. He knows that if he tells Theo that he remembers an illusory life, it's only going to invite more questions Stiles has no answers yet. In honesty, he's still reeling until now, and he's too tired to consider diving into research mode immediately, much less form a cohesive plan other than to bring Theo to Deaton first. And the best thing for them both to do before then is rest. They can't do that if Stiles stays up all night convincing Theo that they're not even friends, that he was a lying, conniving chimera asshole that tried to break his pack once, before turning a new leaf and helping them, and then disappearing on them like a bubble one day. Oh, and yeah, that it's so twisted for him to think his sister was alive when he had allowed her to die when he was nine.

No. Rest, Deaton, and then fuck up some shit - Stiles is doing this in that order.

"Hm," is what he ends up saying. Stiles pulls in the driveway, noting the blue truck already parked there. He's relieved to find a change of topic. He clears his throat, pointing at the vehicle. "That's your truck. Corey, Mason's boyfriend, drove it here."

Theo doesn't look away from him for the entire minute it takes Stiles to turn the engine off and gather his belongings. When he looks at Theo, that's only when the other man lowers his head and breathes. Theo nods and gets out of the car, moving towards the truck. Stiles silently prays for more strength if this is how awkward it is going to be for the whole evening until the morning.

Theo is studying his blue truck, eyeing it with trepidation. Stiles slings his messenger bag and stands beside him. Theo turns to him, shaking his head. "This isn't my car."

Stiles moves to the bed of Theo's pickup. "It is," he tells Theo.

Stiles is, unfortunately, familiar enough with this car, and not with pleasant memories. Stiles lifts the haphazardly strewn cloth covering most of the space of the truck bed and makes a noise of disgust with what he finds underneath. It was definitely tidier before.

Theo also peeks under the cloth and pulls his face in a similar reaction. An alarming amount of empty plastic noodle cups and take-out boxes litter the covered area. "It can't be mine because I'm not crazy for instant ramen."

Stiles drops the cloth and walks to the driver's seat. He cups his hands on either side of his eyes and looks inside through the window. He finds a folded blanket at the backseat and a pink sweater on top of the pile of clothes. The chimera wore the hell out of those, Stiles remembers grudgingly. Transferring his scrutiny on the passenger side, he sees empty water bottles and coke cans, and old receipts. What the hell has Theo been up to that he can't even throw his trash out or attempt to be less sloppy?

One thing is sure, though. The car is where Theo lives; the pizza in the backseat looks stale but not molded. He faces Theo and gives him a grim nod, "Let's discuss the condition of your car and your unhealthy lifestyle tomorrow, yeah?"

Theo huffs, wanting to protest and eyeing his car in disgust, but shrugs in agreement.

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His father is working the night shift, so explaining Theo is a problem for future Stiles, which makes him sag in relief under the hot spray of his shower. When he's finished, he changes into clean sweatpants and an old Christmas ugly sweater and goes back to his room.

Theo is already sitting on his temporary bed on the floor. Stiles refuses to make him sleep on the couch where the kitchen and knives are near. At least, inside his room, he can fight him should Theo attempt anything at all. Stiles has gotten better at hand-to-hand combat since the FBI, and also a very light sleeper and sometimes prone to insomnia, especially on stressful occasions like this. Any minor shuffling from Theo will alert him. Not that he thinks Theo will do anything. His impulses tell him that Theo's memory dilemma is not made-up, and he's truthful this time, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Theo looks up when he enters, offering a small smile. Stiles's eyes catch sight of the outline of a necklace hidden underneath the collar of Theo's borrowed shirt. Stiles's clothes look a bit tight on him but otherwise, more comfortable than the dirty jeans he was wearing earlier.

"It's so weird to see your old bed," Theo says, looking at the said bed. "Noah brought you a bigger one so that we can share when we visit. I wonder what happened to it?"

Stiles drops onto his bed with a small bounce. He didn't expect that. "Oh, um,"

Theo meets his eyes, "And Roscoe," a shadow crosses his face. "You took down all of the polaroid pictures we put of us. You even replaced the screwdriver that I gave you with an old one."

He sounds so betrayed that Stiles is stunned by what he's hearing. What startles him most, though, is: "You know my Jeep's name?"

At this question, Theo looks downright affronted. But Stiles has every reason to be surprised. His mom, his dad, and Scott are the only people apart from him who knows his Jeep's name -not another soul. Not even Lydia.

"Of course, I know your Jeep's name," Theo responds with a deepening scowl. "We've been together for four years, Stiles."

Stiles raises a hand to halt Theo as his cogs turn in his head. A swell of panic takes root in him. This memory thing is more serious than he initially thought. Theo's not only hallucinating a different life but he also somehow knows things he shouldn't. The screwdriver compartment, his broken radio, his Jeep's name -what else does he know that he isn't supposed to?

"Okay," Stiles finally says, lowering his hand and barrier from Theo, who's still glowering. It seems he has lost his patience with Stiles, as well. If this continues, Stiles might snap, too. So he says as appeasing as he could. "Let's say that whatever happened to you affected our memories of each other. But we'll go to Dr. Deaton for answers tomorrow, and then we can go back to our normal lives. Yes? Do you trust me?"

As soon as he says it, Stiles wants to take it back. It seems like a strange concept to ask Theo, of all people, to trust Stiles after everything. As crazy as Stiles actually trusting Theo. But here they are.

Theo doesn't reply for a long time, but he looks pensive and considering as he glares. In the end, he huffs in surrender, shoulders drooping in defeat. For the first time, the bags under his eyes become more prominent in his features. He looks so weary, hurt, and confused. Stiles is well acquainted with that look. It's the look of someone who hasn't been sleeping well. With the state of Theo's truck, Stiles has no problem picturing the man twist-and-turning to find a good position and not finding any.

Theo dips his head, replying with a rough voice, "Yeah. I trust you."

Before Stiles can say any more, Theo gives him his back and reclines on his mattress. He pulls the covers on himself, like a shield, and mumbles good night to Stiles.

Sighing, Stiles turns the desk lamp off and lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling for who knows how long. After a while, he exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose. His body is exhausted, and so is his mind, but they're not shutting off like they're supposed to. He almost wishes he is back in his dorm room in Virginia, staying up to piece the puzzles of a case. He has dealt with mundane human crises for so long that coaxing the supernatural mojo back appears to be an impossibly draining affair.

When he glances back at Theo on the floor, he pauses as he notices it. There's a blank inked mark on Theo's nape: a tattoo that Stiles knows for sure he didn't have the last time they saw each other. He turns to his side to look closely at it.

The tattoo is of a circle interlaced with three interconnected ovals. It reminds him closely of Derek's triskelion tattoo. But unlike Derek's, Theo's mark gives him an ominous feeling.

Because Stiles is sure, it isn't an optical illusion when it glowed in the darkness of his room for a second.

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#steo #steo fic #steo ficlet #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #stiles x theo #parallel universe au #in another life #part 2 #fics tag #well the christmas prompts may have been lost #lmao #but well I guess I'll just continue with this #omg this is going to be a disaster fic #i can just feel it lmao

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spencers-dria · 3 years

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Meet Me in the Woods

Someone To Stay Ch. 7

Spencer x fem reader

After dinner, the guys and girls split up into their separate rooms, taking turns in the showers. After you finished washing up, you put on some red, plaid pajama pants, a black tank top, and a pair of slippers that looked like bear paws. You made your way into the kitchen, where Rossi was cleaning up.

"You didn't happen to bring marshmallows, did you?" You ask, eyebrows raised.

"You read my mind, kid." Rossi gives you a wink as he hands you a bag, already full of everything you need.

While he finishes, cleaning you make your way outside. All you can hear is the sound of crickets and the wind in the trees. It's like music to your ears, so peaceful. You walk across the back patio that overlooks the lake, heading towards the fire pit. Sitting on one of the log benches, you start to pull out all the supplies you need. After gathering some kindling, you start a fire in the stone fire pit, giving it a poke here and there to help get it going. Within a few minutes, the fire has grown to a decent size, and you can feel it's warmth from your seat.

It's not long before the doors open and the rest of the group joins you, gathering around the fire. Everyone grabs a skewer and starts roasting their marshmallows. Derek gets a little over eager with the fire and keeps burning his, so JJ has to help him out. The chocolate Rossi brought to use isn't plain Hershey's, but instead it's Ghirardli chocolate with different fillings like caramel or raspberry! These have to be some of the best s'mores you've ever tasted.

Once everyone is snacking on their s'mores, you hear Spencer speak up. "Alright! Who wants to hear a ghost story?"

The group lets out some claps and cheers for him.

You watch as his face changes and he lets the group get quiet as he sets the mood for the story. He pulls a candle out from somewhere behind his seat and lights it in the fire. He holds it in front of his face as he begins to speak, but stops when he hears a snicker. He turns and gives you a serious look.

"I'm so sorry!" You and JJ both giggle, trying to pull yourselves together. "It's just really funny watching you take this so seriously."

He rolls his eyes at you, but you swear you almost see a smile. He tries to get back in character before starting.

"In Fredericksburg, Virginia...there is a hospital that would seem completely normal to most people. But to anyone who has been a patient on the 4th floor, they know better." He uses overly dramatic inflection in his voice, which only makes it more humorous.

"Really Spencer...the hospital where I work?"

He stops again, turning to you. "You know what ghosts really hate? People who interrupt. That's right! And they're coming for you next." He gives you a shove, and neither of you can keep a straight face anymore. You're both laughing, trying to catch your breath.

"Hey! I want to hear the rest of the story!" Penelope pipes up.

"Oh please he's just making it up as he goes along. It's not even that scary." You joke, playfully.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that, but I think we all know who did hear it..." he says in his spookiest voice. "Anyways! Like I said, the 4th floor is haunted. Patients who stay in rooms 26 and 27 have reported seeing a young boy and young girl. They say the girl always asks them if they want to play with her ball. Other patients have said they can hear a ball bouncing in the hallway in the latest hours of the night."

You shift, a bit uneasy in your seat. This was starting to sound familiar. It reminded you of stories you had heard from coworkers...but how would he know about this? You normally aren't spooked easily, but as Spencer continues, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

He continues the story. "They say the only people they really go after are the staff. They wait until their guard is down, the sneak up behind them, and..."

"GOTCHA!" You jump up from your seat as someone grabs you from behind.

You look down to see Derek Morgan, bent over with laughter, tears in his eyes. Spencer is laughing just as hard, if not harder. The rest of the team joins in, and after your nerves settle, so do you.

"You planned this didn't you?!" You yell at the two of them, trying to stifle a laugh and be serious.

The pair of them still laughing too hard to even speak. You have your answer.

"Well that's enough fun for me. I'm headed to bed, anyone else?" Rossi gets up and everyone else joins him, heading inside.

When you step inside, you grab your green, plaid, wool blanket off the couch and carry it back out to the patio. Everyone is already getting ready for bed, so no one notices. You spread it out on the deck and turn off the porch light. You finally lay down on your back, looking straight up at the night sky. You could see a few stars from where you live, but out here there are more than you could ever count. It looks like pixie dust, spread across a deep abyss of black. You take a deep breath in, smelling the forest. For you, it doesn't get any better than this.

You soon hear the patio door open and close, followed by footsteps. You see Spencer standing over you, looking down at you with curiosity. He's changed into purple PJ pants and a Star Wars shirt.

"Whatcha doin?"

"Taking it all in." You smile up at him.

"Mind if I join?"

You scoot over, making extra room as you pat the spot next to you on the blanket.

You let out a long sigh, feeling completely content and relaxed. "I don't know what it is, about space, the stars, the galaxy...but I have always been so mesmerized by all of it. Part of me just appreciates how beautiful it is and part of me appreciates how it is all so much bigger than me. It's beyond what I can ever wrap my head around. There's nothing I wouldn't do to one day take a trip up there."

"Do you know the story of Perseus?" Spencer asks before explaining. He's learned not to underestimate your random knowledge as well.

"Believe it or not, I do actually."

Spencer smiles to himself. "I'm not surprised. Anyways, so there is Cephus at the top, Cassiopeia below him to the right, then Andromeda, and finally Perseus at the bottom left."

Your face twist in confusion. You don't see any of it, but you're too embarrassed to admit this, so you nod as if you see them. You sometimes forget what Spencer does for his job. He scoots closer to you to share your line of vision. He then looks at you and smiles before grabbing your hand and directing your pointer finger along the path of each constellation.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" You ask him.

"What is?"

"All of it. The stars, the trees, the sounds, the smells...it's perfect." You close your eyes feeling completely at peace in this moment.

You don't see Spencer roll his head to look at you.

"Yeah, really beautiful." He responds.

You feel your body relaxing and slipping away from the moment as you fall closer towards sleep. The next thing you know you feel arms slipping underneath you and lifting you from the ground. Mostly asleep, you absent-mindedly wrap your arms around the figure carrying you. You feel your body being carried up and then tucked underneath you bed comforter. Your eyes flit open for only a moment. Through the thick darkness you barely make out Spencer's outline climbing back down the ladder and quietly slipping out of the room. This is the last thing you see before you are awoken by the scent of smokey bacon.

You open your eyes and look around the room to see all three other ladies are still fast asleep. Sunlight is dripping into the room from between the curtains. You carefully make your way down from your top bunk and tip toe out of the room, trying to avoid any squeaky wooden floorboards.

When you finally reach the kitchen, you are surprised to see Hotch cooking breakfast. He's smiling and flipping pancakes at the stove. You haven't known him very long, but this is still not something you would have expected from him.

"Goodmorning" you yawn, rubbing your eyes and adjusting to the sunlight flooding in from the large kitchen windows.

"Morning!" he beamed. "Care for some pancakes?"

"Pancakes sound wonderful, thanks! Need any help?"

"You can set the table if you don't mind."

"Not at all! Happy to help," You give him a smile as you start to pull place settings out from the cabinets.

"So, pancakes from scratch...where did you learn that?"

He lets out a small chuckle. "Rossi's not the only one who can cook ya know. Truthfull though, I learned a lot from my wife Haley. She was a great mom, and a wonderful cook." He smiles as he seems to get caught up in a memory, but you can here the sadness lacing his tone.

You can't help but inquire. "Was?"

He looks down at the bacon he is now grilling, avoiding eye contact as he continues.

"She was my ex wife for only a little while before she was killed. It was a serial killer that the team should have...that I should have caught." He has stopped cooking and is now gripping the counter infant of him, as though he was trying to keep himself from falling over.

You may not know him well, but your job had made you fairly comfortable with talking to people dealing with situations such as this, so you decide to approach him. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, that you and your son have had to go through that. No one should ever be put through that much trauma. But I can tell its made you really strong. And your son, he's lucky to have a dad who cares so much about him and keeps him safe."

Hotch takes a deep breath before continuing his cooking as he flips a few pieces of bacon and pours another pancake. He then turns to you and gives a warm genuine smile.

"Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate it, truly. We have all been through a lot. And I'm not the only one who's lost someone because of this job..."

He trails off when you expected him to continue. There was something about the way he said that last part that made you believe he wanted to say more. Could he be talking about Spencer? Who did he lose? What happened to them? When did it happen?

Questions start to flood your mind but are quickly pushed to the back as the rest of the team starts to make their way into the kitchen for breakfast.

Everyone is talking about their plans for the day. So you turn to Spencer.

"I have something fun planned, if you're willing to trust me."

He raises his eyebrows, intrigued.

"Well I trusted you yesterday and I turned out okay" he laughs.

"Well it's definitely more laid back, even relaxing. If you want you can even bring a book."

He puts his elbows on the table and leans forward on his hands. You've clearly peaked his interest.

"Ok you've won me over. What is it?"

"A surprise." You smile as you grab both of your empty plates and bring them to the sink to wash them off.

"Well can you at least tell me what I need to wear for this?"

You take a minute to think.

"Definitely sun screen and probably something can get a little bit wet or dirty and also some sturdy shoes."

You both make your way to your rooms to get ready. You find the other three ladies already getting dressed and packed for their planned activities.

Alex is getting ready to go on a hike with Rossi and Hotch. JJ and Morgan are taking some rental jet skis out on the lake. Penny will be relaxing on her float again.

You put on a grey tank with an open, oversized navy flannel, some grey khaki shorts, and chacos . You grab your north face backpack and head to the kitchen to sort through the snacks. The backpack gets filled with granola bars, fresh fruit, cashews, and water bottles.

As you are finishing up, Spencer makes his way out of his room. He's in a half zip grey long sleeve, khaki shorts and tennis shoes. It doesn't look ah all like something he'd usually wear.

"Nice outfit" you smile at him.

"Oh uhh thanks, I borrowed the shirt from Hotch and the shorts aren't something I usually wear, but I brought them on the trip just in case." He seems to be blushing a bit. You feel bad, thinking you've must have embarrassed him.

"No really though, the outdoors look, it works for you." You elbow him as you giggle. The blush on his face turns a dark shade of red. Maybe he's really not used to getting told he looks good. This seems a bit crazy to you. He's ridiculously attractive. So much so that you brushed off any possibility of anything happening the night you met him. Spencer was just a friend, and that's exactly what you needed.

You throw on your back pack and lead the two of you out the glass doors and down the patio steps. You make your way further away from the cabin until the only thing left surrounding the two of you are trees.

The two of you walk for a couple minutes in a comfortable silence. You take in the sound of leaves crunching under your feet, wind in the trees, birds chirping. You look up to see sunlight streaming through the leaves of the trees above you. The path is covered by a canopy of green and gold. It's almost magical. You finally look over to see Spencer with a big smile on his face. He's looking around in awe. You have a feeling he doesn't do this sort of thing often.

"Wow" he breathes out. "It's so beautiful and calm. It's almost a bit..."

"Magical?" You interject. He looks down at you in surprise to see you smiling back up at him. He just smiles and nods.

You finally make your way to dock at the edge of the lake. You toss your back back into a red canoe tied up on the dock.

"We're going out on the lake?" He questions.

"Yeah is that okay?"

"Yeah that's ok. I've never actually been in a canoe before, I'm not sure how much help I'll be rowing."

"That's ok, Spencer. We're just here to relax and have fun" you reassure him.

You motion for him to step in first. You untie the boat from the dock push it off into the water as you jump in at the other end. You instruct him to turn around and face the front and hand him one paddle. You call out instructions to help him with pace and directions. After a couple minutes, he starts to get the hang of it. I mean, he has a PhD in engineering, you're not surprised.

Eventually, the boat is fairly far from shore and you both put down your paddles as he turns to face you. You reach into your backpack and pull out blankets to lay across the seats. Then you pull out the snacks and the water.

"A picnic on the lake, huh?" He gives a slight chuckle.

"Yeah" you shrug. "A bit cheesy, I know."

"It's perfect." He glances up at you with a genuine toothy grin on his face. He looks really happy. When you see this you can't help the ever growing smile on your face.

"What gave you this idea?" he asks as he starts munching on some cashews and grapes.

"Well, I love hiking, I love the water, and you already know I love food. So why not combine all three? Plus, there's just something really therapeutic about being in a boat out on the water, rowing, the only sound is your paddle in the water."

"Well I hope you don't mind, I brought something. I didn't know what we'd be doing, but I thought it might come in handy. Um it's not mine and Derek had to show me how to set it up. It's probably stupid anyways."

"I wanna see!" You give him a light shove on the shoulder.

He reaches into the backpack he brought and pulls out a Bluetooth speaker. Next he pulls out his phone and you hear the beep as it connects. You're incredibly intrigued at this point. The next thing you know, you hear the hear the gentle harmonica and acoustic guitar as "Ghost on the Shore" by Lord Huron fills the air around you.

You lean back on your hands, tears threaten to fill the brims of your eyes.

"Spencer... this is really, really sweet. How did you even find this song?"

"I noticed you looking at some of their music in that coffee shop with the music store. I listened to a little bit, and I really liked this song. I figured you would too."

"It's one of my favorites."

The two of you spend more time listening to music,

snacking, and just taking in the beauty of the nature around you. Way off in the distance you hear laughter and can see JJ and Derek racing around on their jet skis. You decide to head back and join the others, music still sounding from the speaker tucked into a side pocket of his backpack. "Meet Me in the Woods" echoes through the trees as you hike back towards the cabin together. Today had turned out even better than you ever could have planned.

#Spotify

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