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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months

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Darling and absolutely evil Phanie said they wanted the ending where sick Ron dies? Well here it is.

@aki-draws-things

Tw major character death! (Turned into all three of them dying…)

I’m no medical expert idk if the sickness I give Ron is even possible. Sooo take a little bit of non reality juice and have fun reading.

(You should know I cried while writing this.)

Lung infection that moved to the blood.

The doctors say he might not wake back up.

Tom left when they were told.

Chris just held onto Ron tighter.

That was hours ago.

Chris has cried so much he has no more tears. He feels a light tug to his hand. He shoots up to see Ron’s eyes open. “Hey pretty boy.”

Oh Chris was so wrong. He’s got lots of tears left. They’re starting right now. “Hey baby.”

“You’ve gotta take care of Tom. I since can’t. I know this sucks. It’s horrible. But it’ll be okay. You two have each other and Jake. Just remember to be patient. God Chris I’m so sorry.”

Chris lunges forward. He can’t stop himself, he grabs Ron into a hug. Can’t even kiss Ron due to the fear of it catching. “Stop it. You’re gonna be fine.”

Ron shakily brings a hand up to Chris’s back. “You’re not stupid baby. We both know this doesn’t get better. Now.” Ron shifts up a little with a serious look in his eyes. “I love you. But I need you to not die along with me. I love you more then anything but you’ve gotta live. Gotta get married to Tom if it’s allowed later. Gotta be the incredible dad to Jake you already are.”

Chris is sobbing. He’s got his hands curled in Ron’s hospital gown. “Please-”

Ron kisses his head. “No. I know you. You know I’m right. I’m dying. It’s okay. I’ll watch the three of you forever. Be happy with Tom.”

Chris nods. “Promise me.”

Chris shakes. “I can’t.” Ron squeezes his arm. “Promise.” Chris let’s out another sob. “Okay. I promise.”

Ron relaxes slightly, leans back into the pillows. “Good. I love you so much.” Chris decides he doesn’t care. He kisses Ron. Can’t live without doing it one final time. “I’ll love you forever.” Ron smiles at him. “Can you get Tommy? Wanna talk to him.”

Chris doesn’t have the heart to tell Ron he ran. “Course. I’ll be right back.”

When he goes to find a pay phone he almost trips over Tom. Tom who’s sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. “He wants to see me?” Chris goes on his knees. “Yeah. I’m gonna get Jake so he can say bye.” Tom shudders.

“Hey baby.”

Tom sits on the bed. He hesitates before curling next to Ron. “We need to talk.”

Tom shakes. “Alright.”

Ron looks down at him, he presses a kiss to Tom’s head before starting. “I’ve known you for years. I hate that I’m leaving you like this. Shouldn’t be this way but it’s happening. You can’t follow me to an early grave. It would kill Chris and Jake. Gotta stay with them. I know it’ll hurt. But you have to stay.”

Tom is gripping Ron’s arm so hard he’s afraid he’s going to break skin. “Stop. Stop it right now.”

“You’re brilliant. I’ve loved you since I was 13. That’s never going to change. You’ll always have me. Because I’ll be gone but I’ll watch all of you. I love you so much Tommy.”

Tom sobs. He spins around to look at Ron. He kisses Ron. Can’t help himself. “I don’t know how to live without you.” Ron brushes the hair out of his face. “It won’t be easy. But you’ll do it. Manage until you join me. But you’ve gotta love Chris as much as you love me.”

Tom so very gently smacks Ron. “I already do, I’d do anything for him and Jake. I just don’t know how to live without you.”

Ron shrugs. “We never thought we would need to. But you can do it. Marry Chris. Be the incredible dad to Jake. Be an incredible leader. I’ll be there watching. I’m so proud of you. I love you more then you’ll ever know.”

There’s a sob before an answer. “Fuck Ron I love you too. I’ll love you until I see you again.”

There’s a knock on the door. Chris leans his head in. “Can Jake and I come in?”

Ron smiles. “Course. I’ll always see my chickie.”

The small blond child races over to the bed. Jake climbs up. “Papa? You’re dying aren’t you.”

Ron nods. He watches as Chris and Tom hold each other behind Jake. “But it’ll be okay baby. Your dads love you more then you’ll ever be able to know. You’ve gotta know I love you more then anything. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You made me a dad.” Ron cries for the first time that day. God he wishes he wasn’t leaving them. But he can’t stop the slow drag he feels.

“You be the best at whatever you want to do Jake. I’ll be watching. I’ll be there every step of the way. You’ll never be alone.”

Jake is crying. He doesn’t want his papa to go.

“But why can’t you stay.” Ron wipes Jake’s tears away. “Because I’ve done all I can here. I’ve gotta watch you from somewhere else now. Gonna love you forever and be there for everything.”

Chris is turned away. His hands are covering his mouth. He can’t watch this. Can’t watch Ron tell their kid he’s never coming home. He sobs.

Tom isn’t much better. He’s still watching. Knows how bad this is going to be.

“Papa can I sleep with you.”

Ron knows if he says yes he’s not waking back up. He used all that was left for these conversations. “Course Chickie. But you’ve gotta promise you know I love you.” Jake sniffs. “Course I know you love me. I love you!” Ron smiles at him. He pulls Jake closer and looks at Chris and Tom.

“I love you both. Thank you for the best life I could’ve ever dreamed up.” They both come over to the bed. They curl up on either side. “Love you Ron.” “Love you baby.”

—

He died three hours later.

Jake has to be pulled away.

Chris can’t cry.

Tom is uncontrollably sobbing.

—

When they all go home Jake sleeps in their bed for the rest of the summer. Tom promises to never fly again. He can’t. Won’t let himself. Chris refuses to go into fires. He quits his job, David follows right along with him.

When Jake joins the navy they’re so proud. But they know he did it for his papa not for himself. He loves planes. Desperately needs to be close to what his father did.

When gay marriage is legal they get married. They can’t stop crying. The court thinks it’s because they’re so happy. It’s really because there should be another man standing there.

Tom and Chris go to Ron’s grave every month.

He’s not actually buried there. Was cremated, they all wear necklaces with his ashes.

It’s been a long horrible few years. Chris got diagnosed with lung cancer. Fighting fires really fucks your lungs up. Tom is forgetting more and more.

Jake lost his leg in a plane crash. He retired early. Takes care of the two kids he has with Bradley.

They sit on the ground with their backs pressed against the grave. They’re holding hands.

“I miss him.”

There’s a small laugh.

“I do too. Wish he was here every day.”

“Thank you for an incredible life Tom. This was a fabulous life. I love you.”

“Thank you for always believing in me. For being there when I was horrible. I love you too.”

Suddenly they see a tall guy standing there before them.

“Hey you two.”

Chris sobs. He reaches up and is picked up. “God I missed you.”

Tom stands on his own. He wraps his arms around Ron’s waist.

“We sure about leaving Jake?” “He’ll be okay. He knows it’s time for us to go.”

They walk off together to watch over their kid. Hell their grandkids.

But at least now they’re all together again.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #tom x ron x chris #ron x chris x tom #tom kazansky x ron kerner #chris seresin x tom iceman kazansky #jake hangman seresin #young jake seresin #major character death #damn I really cried a lot while writing this #mac writes top gun

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wordsoflittlewisdom · 3 years

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Watching Kate because I love MEW. spoiler warning. long post warning. both will be under the cut.

-ok I like the flickering title cards

-guns on a wall.

-she’s got a Katniss braid

-my mom and I have both already theorized that the guy who is her boss or something poisoned her

-my mom thinks the orange drink he gave her is poison

-oh shoot she took the shot (pun intended)

-and she wants a normal life so we’re really hitting the tropes on the head here

-the anime projected on the side of the building is cool

-ok I knew she was gonna get poisoned but it’s still stressful

-obsessed with the shot of her jumping between buildings

-this car chase is very cg but I enjoyed it anyway

-oh her boss is called her handler

-why is this hospital so dark

-I love. her voice.

-those are some cute hospital pajamas

-interesting parallel that these people poisoned her to be free

-*bangs pills into powder with the bottom of a gun*

-good news! This now passes the bechdel test!

-green jacket very good

-why does her handler have so many rings and bracelets on?

-apparently diy-ing a silencer is possible. Possible by movie standards anyway.

-love her taking some of the food on the table

-mad respect for her fighting with her hair pulled back.

-this is just a bit past my threshold of how much gore I'm willing to put up with

-I'm bopping to the music in this

-uh oh it's the same girl she's gotta confront her mistakes

-this thing with the girl being her target's daughter is the EXACT same thing that happened in gunpowder milkshake

-she really just snatched this kid huh

-this movie looks like a comic book or a video game or something with the neon lighting

-this kid just refuses to be intimidated

-prediction: she'll get a boom boom lemon when she kills whoever poisoned her

-haircut time!

-they did the "tape a kid to a toilet" thing in bop too

-they definitely touched up her haircut between takes

-I love MEW but these fights are just too gruesome for me

-every movie ever did the "it's dark and there's a bunch of neon lights" but that's because it slaps

-"boo!"

-MEW rage screaming while she shot the guy? iconic.

-actually kind of enjoying the dynamic between kate and the girl

-this little girl's playing a fun new game called "dress up your assassin"

-"speak less. open your ears."

-this movie just looks for any reason to start playing music. someone tell the director that you can put music over a scene without having it playing for the characters

-"she loves knives!" --my dad

-jesus MEW's taking a beating

-fridge guns

-ok I don't think cellular tracking can show you where someone will be in the future.

-oh it's like a car gps tracking

-obsessed with the girl making finger guns while MEW shoots

-her handler definitely DEFINITELY was involved in poisoning her

-is it weird that I hope she dies? like in our current franchise-obsessed climate, it would be bold to kill her off after one film

-cute selfies with your friendly neighborhood assassin

-"you're gonna die" "yeah after I kill him"

-I totally called it that her handler was involved in her poisoning but the real plot twist was the japanese guy not being angry at her

-"Hi!" :) sent me

-ok so in assassin movies with male leads the assassin stuff is always their Dark Past, but when it's a woman lead they're always trying to break free of being of the life an it's usually a bland metaphor about being controlled by men?

-wasn't expecting THAT (kate getting shot)

-no ani don't get in the car with what's his face

-one. last. syringe.

-some writer actually wrote the line "polonium-204. fuck you."

-"i prefer self-interest. i trust it more." is not bad though

-so he's talking about all this with Ani in the room. like. does he still think she'll want to be on his side after hearing this stuff?

-boom boom lemon is here. the end of the film is nigh.

-my dad joked the boom boom lemon would be the antidote

-BADASS ENTRANCE

-(to the rhythm of "you never expect the spanish inquisition"): you never expect the yakuza war!

-I respect them for just letting kate look like shit. no long flowing hair or makeup or anything. just a totoro tank top and rage.

-I looked away and now two men are in a glass cube fighting with swords

-well that was over quick. good job.

-LOVE some slo-mo MEW

-would slo-mo MEW be called slo-MEW?

-and now he's monologuing. hey man please shut up I only care about MEW and Ani and possibly the yakuza leader she teamed up with

-I liked that they killed her off at the end. no franchise.

In conclusion: better than gunpowder milkshake by a quite a bit

#this was a journey #kate #kate netflix #kate 2021 #mary elizabeth winstead #words of little wisdom

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symphonic-scream · 2 years

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fma au chloix? Ur hcs about them are always great no matter what au

Skdidbdnsbdb

Cap and I have had many a conversation about this cause I can't shut up about this au or about them

Combing the two has made me into a monster

So, I present, as much as I can remember and be bothered to type out about them. Enjoy

Stuff to sum up what should be known: Alix is the mechanic slash automail engineer for Juleka, but she has a capacity to use alchemy and she's the only one that knows she's the last living person to know the secrets of flame alchemy. Chloe is the commander of the northern base, Fort Briggs, transferred after her mother had a huge scandal

So at one point Luka and Juleka need to head up north, and Juleka's arm and leg freeze up, and they need to call Alix up to fix it. When she arrives up North she had a drink on the train, and at first sight she's just, in Love with Chloe. She had a bunch of flowers she bought from tipsyness and there's way too much, and she bought them as "get well soon" flowers to mock Juleka but thats out the window

Chloe: hello, Mechanic, Guardian, and, Guest. Welcome to Fort Briggs. I am Major General Bourgeois, and I will be escorting you-

Alix: HEEEEY YOURE PRETTY, I GOTCHU SOME FLOWERS~

Chloe: i- I'm sorry, is she drunk??

Nathaniel: honestly I have no idea

The answer btw is no, she's not drunk, just acting drunk in case her flirting isn't well received. But, it very much is. Chloe is very intruiged, finds this actually charming. She is also basically in love at first sight

Chloe: oh noo we didn't anticipate these two random men we only have one spare room, oh where will Alix stay-

Juleka: she can share with me

Alix: *glaring and hissing* DONT. RUIN. THIS. FOR. ME.

Juleka: ...nevermind

Chloe: okay, well- ahem, I suppose I can set you up on my office couch

Well. Alix doesn't end up on the couch. I'll assume y'all can figure out where she ends up sleeping but just know. PG-13.

Plot shit happens, Alix stays in the Fort Longer. Everyone who lives there full time is weirded out cause like. Their cold, mean-affectionate leader is like a lovesick puppy suddenly, but only around or towards this snarky, little mechanic

Alix does have to go back to her apprenticeship eventually, so they do spend 6 months apart. They do mail each other letters. Chloe sends Alix scrap metal to make shit with, Alix has flowers sent up north since they tend to die. Oh, and the overly cheesy, grossly romantic letters

They don't meet up again until the final fight segment. So uh. Trying to keep away from too many spoilers for FMA, won't do those unless y'all ask and then I'd give a warning. But there is a big climax fight

So by this point the cat is out of the bag, Alix has shown she can use flame alchemy but she really doesn't do it often cause her mom wouldn't want her to use it violently

But she gotta cause big climax fight. Long story short she ends up super injuring her hand before she meets up with Chloe and they have a moment

Chloe: h-hey! You're here! I missed- oh, darling, what happened to your hand?

Alix: ah, I'm okay, love, I promise. Just, my little sacrifice for the greater good,

And Chloe takes her injured hand and kisses it all sweet,

Felix: what the fuck gross

Fight happens, fight ends, and epilogue. Chloe gets transferred back to the main city where Alix lives, and they move in together over Alix's new automail shop. They ask their friends to help them move in, all without telling them they got married.

Cause they got married

Alix made their rings herself, smelted them with her own flames to honour her mother and all that. Her dad who is alive and shit and back, he signs off on the marriage and that's that they're gross and domestic and in love forever

I hope this is what you were looking for and if not, let me know so I can talk about them even more

#ml fma au #alix kubdel #chloe bourgeois #chlolix

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 01

(Masterpost) (Next Episode)

Warning: This is **FULL **of spoilers, not just for this episode but for the entire series. If you haven’t finished all 50 episodes, please don’t read it!

Intro: 2020 continues to be much much too much while also being incredibly boring, and Im done with Shen Wei’s Lewks, so now I’m doing a deep meta dive into the Untamed. Let’s roll!

Prologue: The Battle of Mordor

The Demise of our Protagonist

Unlike some other shows I won’t name, The Untamed kills its suicidal queer protagonist immediately, rather than waiting four seasons, so we know what we're in for.

This is Wei Wuxian, who is about to yeet himself off of a cliff. He is having a bad day.

Note: if mouth blood bothers you...C-Drama might not be your thing.

Reasons for mouth blood: a sampler

Anyway...cliff time

Note: if (fictional) suicide bothers you...C-Drama might not be your thing.

To be fair there are hardly any suicides in The Untamed. No more than ...five? As long as you don’t count the entire population of the Wen Corporate Headquarters in Yiling or those wall bandits in Qinghe or Madame Yu or all those Wens who supposedly threw themselves into the mud puddle or that Mo guy who broke his own neck. Plus watching Wei Wuxian’s cliff drop several more times from multiple angles. So, you know. Hardly Any Suicides.

This is Lan Wangji, who is about to have his first losing encounter with physics. He is having a bad day.

In fact, if it is possible to have a worse day than the guy who is currently falling to his death, Lan Wangji is having that.

This is Jiang Cheng, who is feeling extra stabby from this camera angle. He is having a bad day.

Camera operator: why you gotta take it out on me?

(Much, much more after the cut!)

The Amulet Situation

This is the Stygian Tiger Amulet. Yes, by all means, (Netflix) subtitles, let's use a 12-dollar word, “Stygian,” that every English speaker who is not a Shelley/Byron shipper will have to look up. Let’s not use a normal word like "deathly" or "corrupt" or you know... "Yin" which is clearly what they are saying on screen.

Why does this tiger amulet look like a chameleon crossed with a remora? Wei Wuxian can paint photorealistic bunnies on a flimsy lantern while sitting in a field having distracting teenage lust, but two months of meditating with super magic gets him a tiger that looks like a chameleon. And don’t try telling me this is a traditional-Chinese-art vibe because this jade tiger from frickin 1000 BCE is way more tigerish than Wei Wuxian’s attempt.

Try harder next time, Wei Wuxian.

This is thousands of cultivators having a battle. What do you mean, it looks like about 40-60 dudes?

Any time someone in The Untamed refers to a number of people, it is like when you do your high school play and look off into the wings at nothing and say “Hark, A Ship Approaches!” and everyone’s parents nod indulgently.

Jin Clan Mountain Hunt:

*viewership nods indulgently*

This is Captain Blowhard, over on the right, courtesy name Clan Leader Yao. His job is to talk smack about Wei Wuxian and stick up for whoever is the biggest asshole in any given scene.

He represents mainstream cultivation-world values so here he is shanking one of his allies to take the deadly amulet of evilness.

The Present Day

Spilling All That Yiling Laozu Tea

Down at the Exposition Tea Shop, the Lan juniors are chilling and listening to Tea Dude tell the story of Yiling Laozu.

How did they get permission to take this field trip? “Principal Qiran, we want to go downtown to hang out with the local rabble and learn about your favorite person, Wei Wuxian.”

Waiting in the wings is the man with a fan and a plan, Nie Huaisan(g), who is paying tall loot to get these stories told.

...Why? Is Mo Xuanyu having tea here and listening? Or is Wei Wuxian being summoned back by hearing all this smack being talked about him? *Shrug.*

Gank Your Soul

Drunk flag guy out here talking about spirits. Wikipedia tells me that In one school of Daoist thought, a human being has a collection of physical souls (魄 pò) and ethereal souls (魂 hún). Drunk flag guy is saying “hún ” at the moment.

The many types of souls don’t translate well into English, where spiritual vocabulary has always been shackled connected to Christian beliefs, and is too limited for this context. So when the subtitles have conversations like “Is it a soul eater? No, no, it’s a spirit taker!” just roll with it. (Speaking of hún, if you have any interest in linguistics, do yourself a favor and go read all the wonderful meta @hunxi-guilai)

The spirit-carrying flag looks a lot like Raava and Vaatu from Korra which...probably doesn’t mean anything.

The Demise of our Trill Host

Suicide #2 happens about 8 minutes in.

Mo Xuanyu is that hippie roommate with the annoying wind chimes and bead curtains and blood spatter.

He is super mad at his terrible family and also at Jin Guangyao, who sent him home to his terrible family. I wonder if Fan Man Nie Huaisang influenced Jiggy’s decision-making there. Mo Xuanyu’s choice to die for revenge might be excessive, given how easy it actually is to murder the Mo family.

Being Alive Is Fine I Guess As Long As I Get To Fuck WIth People

Wei Wuxian starts his new life by splashing a little water on his face, which instantly makes his hair go from this

to this.

He looks at his reflection and wishes he was dead, which--mood--but he gets over it as soon as he finds someone whose day he can fuck up.

And he is ALL in on being crazy.

OP wishes she had the Wei Wuxian kind of crazy instead of the kind she actually has.

Meanwhile, this is the sane Mo cousin:

This asshole is wearing one of the best fabrics in the whole show, incidentally. Asshole.

My favorite bit of Wei-Mo craziness is when Wei Wuxian does a meaningless 360 all the way around this dude before ducking in the opposite direction, which is like when I make 4 right turns around a whole block to avoid making a single left across traffic.

Perhaps I Do Miss One Thing In This Life

Wei Wuxian has pining thoughts about Lan Wangji, so he plays WangXian on a fucking blade of grass well enough for Sizhui to recognize it from his dad's guqin jams.

Wei Wuxian is a better flautist than even Inspector Gadget BeatBoxing Flute Guy (Google it).

Our Many Many Spirit Lure Flags have Lured A Spirit, Oh Shit

Lan Clan has a Plan and Wei Wuxian is a Fan

Having one single lure flag stuck in Wen Ning’s torso caused spirits to basically eat him alive, so to catch one evil spirit, 6 disciples holding flags on the roof plus 8 more flags on the ground seems like a good amount. Wei Wuxian is like “yep, a single one of these will lure every spirit for five miles, carry on, younglings.”

Baxia Does the Heavy Lifting

Wei Wuxian is supposed to kill four people because of this curse situation, and in the course of the series they all die, and he kills exactly zero of them. The curse on Wei Wuxian’s arm should be called the scorekeeper curse.

Baxia’s spirit pinballs around the Mo clan, rapidly killing three people on Mo Xuanyu’s list plus a couple extras for good measure. Who's a good blade? Baxia is! Yess you are! Yes you are!

This here is the exact point in the show where your friend, who has listened to you squee about The Untamed for three months and finally agreed to watch it with you, will say “what the fuck am I watching?” and try to get up off the couch. Tackle them!

This also the point where we all realize that the prosthetic and practical effects in this show were probably not made by the people who made the clothing, because the quality is...variable. The white eyeballs are pretty good, but the glove of death is ridiculous.

Camera operator: why you gotta take it out on me?

While Baxia goes to town on the Mo clan, the Lan Clan babies...watch? And tie up the various victims after they are already goners.

Narrator: Her son is dead.

Meanwhile,

Wei Wuxian, you motherfucker. You’ve been alive for like 7 hours and you’re already building a new zombie army. No wonder you don’t want them to call Lan Wangji.

Hanguang-Jun Cut It Up One Time

Lan Wangji shows up and very slowly kicks zombie ass with his guqin. If you are used to Hong Kong action speeds, you will find The Untamed very peaceful.

All of the baby Lans fan squee up at Lan Wangji like he's the cultivation world's David Bowie and...they're not wrong. Jesus Fuck, he’s charismatic.

Lan Wangji is soft boi when he discovers this murderous sword full of dead-bastard energy, because it reminds him of his true love.

Like the talk about souls, the conversations about the nature of the murderous entity really don’t survive translation into English.

Servant: it’s a ghost!

WWX: it’s not a ghost, it’s a spirit

Babies: It’s a spirit

LWJ: it’s not a spirit, it’s a [...] ghost

Our Protagonist gets the FOH

Wei Wuxian is soft boi when he sees Lan Wangji, but not so soft that he considers actually, like, sticking around.

Wei Wuxian is also clueless boi, noting Lan Wangji’s white clothing and thinking, as in the past, that he looks like he’s dressed in mourning. The term he uses is 戴孝, which google tells me means the type of outfit worn by Jiang Yanli after Wen Ning rips her husband’s heart out someone who is in mourning.

Actually, Wei Wuxian, you dumbass, he is in actual mourning, actually, for you. Dumbass. He probably packed away all of his blue outer robes 16 years ago and only takes them out occasionally to reminisce about that nice date you had on your mountain of corpses.

On his way out the door Wei Wuxian manages to find a red ribbon for his beautiful hair, so things are looking up.

Where to go next...hey I know, how about that one haunted mountain with the killer statue, you know, the one that all my executed friends and child came from? That’ll be fun and a great way to put the past behind me!

Episode 02 Restless Rewatch is here!

#fytheuntamed #the untamed spoilers #the untamed gifs #the untamed #restless rewatch the untamed #tw: blood #tw: suicide #chen qing ling #cql #c-drama #bl drama #canary3d-original #the untamed memes #my gifs

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 years

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Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Language, descriptions of blood and injury

Chapter 14-

Negan was John Winchester.

No.

That was impossible, it couldn't be your father.

Your father had died over 14 years ago.

It couldn't be him.

"Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." He chuckled, his eyes glancing over all of you.

But, he didn't even look twice at you as he looked your way before looking at some else. Did he not recognise you?

"Dad?" You whispered, your voice trembling as he turned towards in confusion.

"Now, you look awfully familiar. What's your name?" Negan asked as he crouched down in front of you curiously.

"Y/N."

"Don't recognise the name, but you do look familiar." He responded before standing back up and looking around at your group, dismissing you entirely. "Anyway, which one you pricks is the leader?"

Why couldn't he remember you? How was he here? You had so many questioned and you had no idea what to do.

"It's this one." Someone said.

"Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes." Negan said with a grin before he turned away from Rick and began to walk in front of the rest of you as he spoke.

"You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes, pay attention." Negan instructed as he pulled the baseball bat off his shoulder and he held it beside Ricks head.

This was not your father.

Your father would never kill innocent people. He would never do this, especially to you. Whoever or whatever this man was, it wasn't John Winchester, but you couldn't figure out how it had taken your fathers body. Maybe it was a shapeshifter, or a demon, but you thought all of them had died when the dead started to rise.

You sat up straighter as you eyed the bat inches away from Rick's face, your hand reaching for your angel blade hidden in your boot. If it was a shapeshifter or a demon, you could kill it.

Suddenly Daryl grabbed your shoulder, silently shaking his head, knowing what you were about to do and you just nodded as he removed your hand and you looked back towards Negan and Rick.

You couldn't risk doing something stupid and getting someone killed.

"Give me your shit or I will kill you." Negan threatened, moving the bat closer to Rick's face.

Rick ducked his head away from the back and that was all it took for you to snap. Nobody threatened your friend like that, especially not this asshole wearing your fathers body.

"Touch him and you'll be dead before you hit the ground." You warned, glaring at Negan, but you didn't miss how Rick quickly looked towards you with pleading eyes silently begging you to shut the fuck up, but you ignored him as you stared at Negan.

"Shit, darling. That isn't any way for a lady to speak."

He stepped back from Rick, his eyes on you in amusement.

You could see Daryl visibly tense out the corner of your eye and you hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid. Although, Rick was probably hoping the same thing about you.

Negan had somehow taken over your fathers body, which was just insane because you and your brothers burnt his body all those years ago and you had no idea what was going on.

"My men roughed you up good, huh?" He asked, his eyes flashing over the blood on your face as he began to walk over to you, slinging the baseball bat back over his shoulder as his eyes locked with yours.

Negan stared at you for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your body like he was sizing you up before he turned back towards the others.

He continued talking about how he now owned you all and anything you had, he now owned. But you were only really listening to him, as you took in your surroundings.

There was no way you could fight your way out of this. All your weapons had been taken and there were over 30 Saviours all standing around behind you with guns or melee weapons in their hands.

You glanced over at Daryl beside you, he was staring at the ground, the blanket still draped over his shoulders to try hide the fact that his bullet wound had healed. He lifted his head sensing that you were looking at him and your eyes locked with his ocean blue ones.

"You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punisher now, did you? I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me and you can't do that if you're dead now, can you? I'm not growing a garden. But, you killed my people. A whole damn lot of them, more than I'm comfortable with and for that, for that you're gonna pay. So, now I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you."

Negan was going to kill someone, he was actually going to kill one of you.

"This." Negan began to say as he pulled the baseball bat off his shoulders as he waved it around. "This is Lucille, and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honour." He stated and you gasped in shock.

Lucille.

He named the baseball bat after your mother. But, how did he know that name? He didn't know you, so how the hell did he know Lucille?

You stared at Negan for a few seconds trying to figure out what the hell was going on before something suddenly clicked.

Maybe this was Chuck.

He said 'you'll be seeing your father soon' before you killed him, at first you thought it meant that you were all going to die and see him then, but maybe Chuck had planned this. Maybe Chuck had put a demon or shapeshifter in your fathers body and they still had some of his memories which is why Negan thought you looked familiar.

You were so caught up in your thoughts, you barely even noticed that Negan was walking up and down the line of you, until he stopped in front of Maggie.

You only just realised how pale she looked and how her hair was now cut short, when did that happen?

"Jesus. You look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now." Negan teased when suddenly Glenn lunged forward.

Your reaction time wasn't quick enough in your weakened state as you reached out to try and grab him, but he was too fast.

"No!" Glenn screamed, but before he could reach Negan, Dwight tackled him to the ground aiming Daryl's crossbow to Glenn's head and you froze in panic.

Dwight had Daryl's crossbow. He had it aimed at Glenn, loaded and everything.

"Nope, get him back in line. Alright, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free. It's an emotional moment, I get it."

He paused for a moment before he continued talking.

"Sucks, don't it? The moment you realise you don't know shit. This is your kid, right? This is definitely your kid." Negan stated, his eyes flashing between Rick and Carl as he began walking over to the teenager and your blood turned cold.

"Just stop this!" Rick yelled, speaking up for the first time.

"Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order."

He walked up and down the line, his eyes scanning over your friends as he began to whistle, clearly trying to figure out who to kill, but the thought of him killing any of these people, any of your new friends... you couldn't even think about it.

"I simply cannot decide. I got an idea." Negan announced as he slung his bat off his shoulder and walked towards Rick.

You were a second away from getting up and spear tackling the man before he spoke again and you froze.

"Eenie." He said with a grin before he moved onto the next person with a grin forming on his face.

"Meenie. Miney. Mo. Catch. A. Tiger. By. His. Toe. If. He. Hollers. Let. Him. Go." He continued as he went over the group, but he wasn't going in any particular order as he held the bat in front of your face and you just sat yourself up straighter as you stared Negan in the eye before he chuckled and moved onto the next.

"My mother. Told me. To pick. The. Very. Best. One. And. You. Are. It." Negan dragged out and you watched in horror as he stopped and pointed his bat towards Abraham.

You heard Rosita and few others gasp before Negan continued.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that." He said as he raised the bat.

There was nothing you could do but watch as he slammed it down against Abrahams head and you couldn't stop the scream that escaped your lips as you watch Abraham's body fall to the floor. The tears you were trying to keep in began falling down your cheeks as you looked away, unable to watch

"Look at that. Taking it like a champ!" Negan shouted, causing your head to quickly snap towards Abraham as he forced himself back up on his knees, blood tripping down his forehead.

"Suck... my... nuts." Abraham groaned, his eyes locked with Negan's.

Negan just grinned before he raised the bat and slammed it back down against Abrahams head causing his body to fall forward.

He hit the ground with a thump before Negan continuously slammed the bat down against Abrahams head, until you couldn't recognise it anymore.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from your friend, watching the blood and brain matter get crunched together after each hit as you covered your mouth with your hands to try and muffle your sobs.

This was not your father.

John Winchester would never do this.

Whatever Chuck had done, there was no way this was your father, it was just someone wearing his skin. Your father would never do this.

"Oh my goodness! Look at this!" Negan exclaimed, taking a step back from Abrahams body as he swung his now bloodied bat in the air causing some of the blood to fly off and hit Rick in the face making Negan chuckle even more. "You guys, look at my dirty girl! Sweetheart, lay your eyes on this." Negan said, walking over to Rosita as he held the bat towards her.

"Oh, damn. Were you- were you together? That sucks. But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red, and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take a damn look." Negan said again, walking back to Rosita as he held the bloodied bat right in front of her, but she refused to look at it. "Take a damn look!"

Suddenly, Daryl launched from beside you and you quickly tried to grab him, but you were too slow.

You watched in panic as Daryl punched Negan in the jaw, sending the man stumbling back a few feet before Dwight and another man grabbed Daryl and tackled him to the ground.

"Daryl!" You and Rick both yelled, but your voices were that broken you could barely recognise them.

"No! Oh, no." Negan shouted, pointing his bat towards you before he pointed it at Rick.

Negan's face suddenly dead serious before it broke out in a grin as he chuckled, but your attention was on Daryl who Dwight now had pinned to the ground with his own crossbow aimed at his head.

"That? Oh, my! That is a no-no. The whole thing. Not one bit of that shit flies here."

"Do you want me to do it? Right here." Dwight spoke up and your hands formed fists by your side as you stared at the blonde man with the crossbow.

If he so much as made a move, he'd be on the ground before he knew it. You might be weak, but you'd do anything for Daryl and you could feel your eyes threatening to start glowing, but you didn't want to give away your powers yet.

"No, you don't kill that, not until you try a little."

To your relief Dwight lowered the crossbow as he grabbed Daryl and dragged him back into the line beside you.

Daryl was breathing heavily trying to control himself as he glared at Negan from under the hair covering his face.

"Anyway, that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people. First one's free, then what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word." Negan continued to say as he walked towards Daryl and a shiver ran down your spine.

He was going to kill Daryl. No, you couldn't let him do that.

Slowly you moved your hand down to your boot. Trying not to make any sudden movements, but Negan's attention was purely focused on Daryl as you reached past your pant leg to your boot until the handle of the angel blade was in the palm of your hand, the rest of it still hidden.

"First impressions are important. I need you to know me." Negan continued to say, his attention purely focused on Daryl, but then he glanced towards Glenn out the corner of his eye and you froze.

You quickly glanced around at the rest of your friends, but all of them were staring at the ground, not wanting to look Negan in the eye which meant they didn't see it. But, you did.

Negan wouldn't glance over at Glenn for no reason... he was going to kill Glenn, not Daryl.

No, you couldn't let that happen either.

"So, back to it." Negan said, his eyes focused on Daryl as he raised his baseball bat, but you didn't miss how his feet turned slightly towards Glenn and that was it.

You acted on pure adrenaline, not even realising what you were doing until it was too late.

You jumped to the side in front of Glenn, just as Negan swung the bat and you only just got you free hand up in time to stop the bat from connecting with your head as you managed to catch the bat with your hand.

You were trying to use your powers to stop the bat from hitting you at all, but obviously that didn't work since the bat connected with hand.

The force of the hit caused you to cry out in pain as the sound of bones cracking filled the air. If it wasn't for all the adrenaline souring through your veins, you were pretty sure you'd be lying on the ground crying right now.

The barbed wire wrapped around the bat, sliced through your hand, mixing your blood with Abrahams, but you didn't let go. Hell, you weren't even sure you could let go with the wire stuck inside your palm or the fact that you were almost certain that the force of the hit had broken at least one bone in your hand, but that was a problem for later.

It took Negan a moment to register what just happened as he stared at you in pure shock, but you just stared right back at him, not letting him see how much pain you were actually in before he just chuckled.

He pulled the bat from your hand causing you to gasp, but you quickly masked your pain as you glared at him.

"You have some mighty big lady balls." Negan commented as he crouched down in front of you in amusement.

You could see Daryl's body trembling out the corner of your eye in fear or anger or probably both.

Negan leant forward about to say something before you quickly pulled your angle blade out with your good hand and sprung forward.

Your sudden movement caught Negan by surprise as you leaped behind him, wincing as you used your bad hand to hold his back to your chest as you pressed blade to his throat, slicing the skin ever so slightly, but nothing happened.

If he was a demon or shapeshifter it would have burned him, but the only thing that happened was tiny droplets of blood dripped down his neck.

He was real, he was human. How was he real?

Suddenly all the guns in the area cocked as the rest of the Saviours all aimed their weapons towards you. But, you made sure to hold Negan in front of you as a shield. The Saviours wouldn't risk the shot, especially not with their leader right there.

"Drop your weapons, now!" You shouted in a stern voice.

Glancing at all the Saviours, you only just realised how many of them there actually were. Maybe you didn't quite think this through, but in your defence you only had a couple seconds to think.

You looked around the area, eyeing them all cautiously and that's when you saw them.

Sam and Dean.

No.

You had to be seeing things. Your powers had messed with you and you were pretty sure your hand was broken. You were hallucinating them. They weren't real, right?

For a moment, you froze as you stared at them. They were leaning against of the trucks, Dean with a shotgun resting over his shoulder as Sam stood beside him.

They were both just staring back at you, no emotion behind their eyes at all and you quickly realised that they were not your brothers.

Your brothers wouldn't let this happen. They wouldn't let an innocent man get butchered or their little sister to get hurt. Something had happened to them and you were willing to bet that it had something to do with your father.

You forced yourself to look away from your brothers as you glanced over your friends, Rick and Daryl were both staring at you with wide and panicked eyes while Glenn stared at you in shock and slight relief, but suddenly Negan began to chuckle, bringing your attention back to him as you frowned. Why the hell is he laughing right now?

"Well, shit. I did not see that coming. But, you may want to lower that funky looking knife." Negan warned.

"Tell your men to lower their weapons."

"Boys." Negan shouted and a split second later they all moved their sights from you and began to aim their weapons at your friends. Dean with his gun at Daryl, Sam with gun at Rosita as they stood side by side, fingers on the trigger.

"Sam. Dean. Don't do this." You whispered softly, but they clearly heard you loud and clear.

They both looked over at you as you stared at them with pleading eyes and for a moment you thought you saw a hint of regret flash across Sam's face, but a split second later it was gone.

You could feel Daryl and Rick staring at you in confusion before they both looked in the direction you were looking and by the way their bodies tensed even more they must have spotted your brothers.

"You boys know this girl?" Negan questioned causing you to press the blade harder against his throat.

"She was our sister." Dean answered and you felt a small amount of relief wash over you.

They still remembered you. But, why the hell were they on the Saviours side?

"Is that going to be a problem?" Negan asked and Dean instantly shook his head.

"No, sir." Sam responded, shaking his head as well as you stared at your brothers in shock. How could they do this?

"If you hurt any of them, I will slit your bosses throat. Do you want to risk that?" You questioned, your eyes flashing between Sam and Dean before you glanced over at the rest of the Saviours, noticing the slight hesitation on their faces as they stared at Negan waiting to be told what to do.

"You slit my throat, my men will kill every last one of your friends here and then they'll pay a little visit to your community and slaughter all them too. Do you want to risk that?" Negan asked, his tone mocking yours and you knew the man was grinning despite not being able to see his face and you sighed.

"Let them go and take me instead. You can do whatever you want with me, just leave the rest of them alone, deal?" You asked, hating how desperate your voice sounded.

"Y/N." Daryl mumbled, staring at you hopelessly with wet eyes, but you just gave him a sad smile.

This was the only way. This was the only way you could guarantee your friends safety.

"Deal." Negan responded and with that you lowered the knife from his throat and all his men lowered their weapons.

Negan quickly swiped the blade from your hand as he grabbed you by your bad hand causing you gasp at the sudden pain as he began to pull you back towards the line up and he threw you to the ground in the space between Daryl and Glenn again.

You landed on your side, unable to stop the groan leaving your lips as pain burst through your hand.

Suddenly, Negan grabbed you by your hair and forced you back onto your knees as he stared down at your injured hand, but you didn't take your eyes off him as Negan chuckled.

"That is definitely broken. But, you're lucky that's the worse injury you got." Negan said.

You could tell Daryl wanted to say something, but he didn't dare speak, not after his last action nearly resulted in Glenn's death as his eyes flashed down to your injured hand.

You looked down properly at your hand that you now had cradled to your chest to find it covered in blood, some Abrahams, but most of it yours coming from all the slices covering your palm from the barbed wire. But, you didn't miss how bruised and swollen your hand was already getting under all the blood. Man, you wished your powers were back to normal, the wound would have been healed by now.

"I'm going to kill you." Rick's broken voice called out.

"I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up." Negan responded, making his way over to Rick as he crouched down in front of him, leaning his bloodied bat over his knee.

"Not today, not tomorrow, but I'm gonna kill you." Rick repeated and for a moment Negan didn't say anything as he stared at him before he chuckled again.

"Simon, what did he have, a knife?" Negan asked, keeping his eyes locked with Ricks as he spoke.

"Uh, he had a hatchet." The man with the moustache answered and mentally noted that his name was Simon.

"A hatchet?"

"He had an axe."

"Simon's my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work. Do you have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? Or did I?" Negan asked making a clicking noise with his tongue as he motioned towards his bat. "Give me his axe."

You watched cautiously as Simon walked over, handing Negan the axe as he stood up and tucked it through the belt of his jeans before he grabbed Rick by the collar of his jacket and began dragging Rick towards the RV.

"No!" You screamed, about to get up, but both Daryl and Glenn grabbed your shoulders.

"I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me and if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean the ones that are left." Negan shouted, pushing Rick into the RV as he slammed the door closed behind him.

You stared at the RV waiting for them to come back out the door any second, but then the engine roared to life and you watched in panic as the vehicle began to drive off and you couldn't stop the small whimper that left your lips and you weren't sure if it was due to the pain in your hand or the fact that Negan might kill your best friend.

"Y/N-" Daryl began to say before Dean cut him off.

"No talking!"

You glanced over your shoulder at your brothers who just glared right back at you before you turned your attention back to Daryl who was staring at you through teary eyes.

You just gave him small nod to tell him that you were okay, although he clearly didn't believe you in the slightest as he looked back down at your hand that was still cradled to your chest, but there was nothing you could do about that now.

There was nothing any of you could do at all right now.

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CHICAGO FIRE – LEADERS LEAD (S01E22)

Kelly Severide: A promotion, huh?

Tara Little: You need to stay away.

Kelly Severide: You get a promotion, and meanwhile, I could go to

jail?

Tara Little: Get away.

Kelly Severide: They’re talking about filing criminal charges. Why

the hell are you doing this? I didn’t do a damn

thing to you.

Tara Little: I said to stay away.

Man 1 (Shopper): Are you okay, ma’am?

Kelly Severide: She’s fine.

Man 1 (Shopper): Ma’am?

Kelly Severide: We both know nothing happened that night.

Man 1 (Shopper): Hey.

Kelly Severide: Tara!

[car door shuts]

cutscene

Matt Casey: I have a request.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah? What’s that?

Matt Casey: [groans]

Hallie Thomas: Jeez.

[chuckling]

Matt Casey: We don’t move from this spot for the entire day.

[kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: And you skip your shift?

Matt Casey: Hmm? I’ll just have truck pick me up here if we get any

calls.

Hallie Thomas: Tsk. I don’t think these boxers are going to stand up

against a fire.

Matt Casey: I’ll just call out orders from this spot. “Cruz, grab a 2 ½.

Mouch put down the sandwich.”

[kissing sound]

Hallie Thomas: At 24 hours and 1 minute, I wanna be right back

here.

Matt Casey: Deal.

cutscene

[car door shuts]

[kissing sound]

Matt Casey: See you later.

Peter Mills: I’m happy for ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, me too.

Peter Mills: Are you?

Gabby Dawson: Without a doubt, yes.

[Mills & Dawson chuckles]

Peter Mills: Good.

So, um, this might be a weird time but um… I was just

thinking this whole two rent thing, it’s… it’s crazy.

Gabby Dawson: The two rent thing?

Peter Mills: I mean, you know, you’re basically living with me

already, and we don’t call each other to say, “Hey, I

mean are you home yet?” So… how about I give you

a key, we make it official, you move in? I realise…

that was the complete opposite of being romantic.

Um…

Gabby Dawson: No, no.

Peter Mills: No, look, I know I’m really, really bad at this. I-I keep

beating around the bush all the time. Look, I love you.

Gabby Dawson: Uh…

Peter Mills: I think we should live together.

Gabby Dawson: I’m…

Peter Mills: Oh, God. God, that was awful. That was really awful.

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles] Yeah, it was.

Peter Mills: Look, take the time you need to think about it. Let me

know. No pressure.

Joe Cruz: [groans]

Christopher Herrmann: All right, hey! Peter Mills, hurry up! ‘Cause I

gotta take your money after I finish with

Cruz here.

Peter Mills: [sighs] Okay, duty calls.

Leslie Shay: What up, sunshine?

[station alert and buzzes]

[ambo door closes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Building collapse, 800

South Carpenter Street.

[sirens wail]

[horn honking]

Leslie Shay: He loves you. That’s great news, right?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

Leslie Shay: Out with it. What?

Gabby Dawson: I… [groans]

I still haven’t come clean with him about Boden

and his mom. And it just… it feels like this dark

cloud hanging over us.

Leslie Shay: Over you, you mean?

Gabby Dawson: Well, to be fair, yes.

Leslie Shay: Okay. So repeat after me. “It’s not my business.”

Gabby Dawson: Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m serious. That is between Boden and what’s her

name.

Gabby Dawson: I just feel guilty is all I’m saying. A lie of omission is

still a lie. And if we’re gonna be getting this

serious…

[sirens continue to wail]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[background commotion]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Chief. All the schools are on spring

break, big party. We were here on

D&D when we saw the whole thing

collapse, one porch on top of

another.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): There’s at least a dozen trapped.

Just tell us where you need us,

Chief.

Chief Boden: Get the surface victims first. Set up cribbing columns.

K-12, sawzalls to cut away the timber.

(into radio) Battalion 25 to Dispatch, we have a three-

story deck collapse, multiple victims. Give me an

EMS Plan 2 and two extra truck companies for

manpower.

Dispatch: (over radio) Copy that.

Woman 1: No! No, God! Oh, God.

Chief Boden: Ma’am?

Woman 1: Oh!

Chief Boden: Ma’am, stay back. Come back, come on.

Woman 1: No, let me go. Let me go!

Chief Boden: Okay. Look at me.

Woman 1: No.

Chief Boden: Look at me, look at me. We are gonna do everything

in our power to help your friend.

Woman 1: Paul. His name is Paul. He’s my fiancé. Tell me he’s not

dead. We were just talking [cries]

Chief Boden: Okay, Katie.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No.

Chief Boden: I need you to listen to me.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobbing] No. Please don’t say it.

Chief Boden: Katie, he’s gone. He’s gone, he’s gone.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Katie, you gotta stop. You gotta stop.

Woman 1 (Katie): [sobs] No!

Chief Boden: Okay?

Woman 1 (Katie): [grunts]

[slapping sound]

Woman 1 (Katie): You did nothing! [cries]

You did nothing! [cries]

[sobs]

- title screen -

[victims yelling in background]

Victim 1: [sobs]

Joe Cruz: I got one!

Victim 1: [sobs] I’m gonna die.

Gabby Dawson: You are not gonna die, ma’am.

You are not gonna die.

Firefighters: Watch that.

Yeah, I’ll get it.

You got it?

Gabby Dawson: She’s got an impalement in her chest and lots of

blood. We gotta get her free enough to transport

her and this piece of wood.

Victim 1: I can’t breathe.

Peter Mills: Take slow breaths, okay? Slow breaths. Slow breaths,

all right?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Hey. We got one.

Leslie Shay: We need some more hands!

Victim 1: I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna…

Gabby Dawson: Hey, what’s your name?

Victim 1: Valerie.

Gabby Dawson: Valerie, you’re gonna make it. You have to believe

that, okay?

Victim 1 (Valerie): Don’t lie to me. You’re not telling me how bad it

is.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Kelly Severide: Okay, Valerie. Keep still.

Victim: [whimpers]

[saw whirring]

Victim 1 (Valerie): Aah!

Kelly Severide: All right, clear.

Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s get her on the backboard! Now!

[siren wails]

[monitor beeping slowly]

Gabby Dawson: Heart rate’s dropping.

[monitor flat-lines]

Gabby Dawson: She’s crashing, Shay!

Leslie Shay: (into radio) 61 to Lakeshore, we’re coming in hot with a

trauma victim. 20 years old, impalement injury,

respirations are dropping.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that.

Gabby Dawson: [heavy breathing] Come on.

Hallie Thomas: I need a crash cart. Call for respiratory and blood.

Let’s hang units of o-negative. Let’s get x-ray and

CT standing by.

Push an epi now.

[pumping ambu bag]

Hallie Thomas: Stop compressions.

We got a pulse! Let’s get her into trauma! Let’s go!

Nice work, Dawson.

Leslie Shay: Wow.

cutscene

[truck beeps]

Mouch: Could’ve been a hell of a lot worse. Two DOAs and I bet we

saved a dozen or more.

Joe Cruz: That right there is what it’s all about.

[Japanese on TV]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Hey.

[clapping]

Otis Zvonecek: What are you doing?

Christopher Herrmann: I’m supposed to speak to Luke’s class

about fire safety. So I’m gonna rig one side

of the house with flammable materials and

then the other side with flame-resistant

type stuff. Then, I’m going to demonstrate

the difference. Kids are gonna love it.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh. What could possibly go wrong?

Joe Cruz: Guys, guys, I have an announcement to make. Please, I

need everybody’s attention. Today, I came across

something so upsetting that it literally shook me to the

core. I was in the laundry room. I was pulling my stuff

from the washer to the dryer, and I discovered these left

inside.

Everyone: Oh!

[chuckling]

Christopher Herrmann: Don’t look at me. I’ve been a fruit of the

loom man since 1975.

[laughter]

Mouch: 20 bucks to whoever finds the owner.

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!

[roaring with laughter]

Joe Cruz: No!

Matt Casey: First, they ain’t mine. Second, these don’t come down

until the owner steps forward. I can’t unsee this.

Someone has to pay.

Otis Zvonecek: He who smelt it hath dealt it.

Joe Cruz: You’re nuts. Those look like something that a Russian

would wear on his wedding night.

Otis Zvonecek: They’re not mine, but I will put my money on Capp.

Mouch: Keep deflecting, Otis. That’s a good strategy.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh! Whoa! Whoa!

[dog whimpering and barking]

[extinguisher spraying]

Christopher Herrmann: Maybe I’ll just let the kids wear the oxygen

mask.

[extinguisher blows]

Woman 2: Excuse me?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Uh, I was wondering, um, do you guys allow kids in

here to take a picture on a truck or something?

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, of course we do. Where are the kids?

Woman 2: Oh. Um, I’m just checking. Some other time.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay.

cutscene

Chief Boden: You confronted her in a parking lot.

[water running]

Kelly Severide: I’m facing criminal charges. Damn right I confronted

her.

Chief Boden: You are not helping yourself.

Kelly Severide: Chief, I did nothing wrong.

Chief Boden: You did today. You strengthened her case.

Kelly Severide: Whose side are you on?

Chief Boden: I am trying to help you here.

Kelly Severide: Well, it doesn’t feel like it. I’ll handle this myself,

thanks.

Chief Boden: No, no. You contact her again, you go within 100 feet

of her, you will force me to take away your Squad.

Kelly Severide: That’s your way of helping?

Chief Boden: Yes.

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, Chief. Taking bets on the red skivvies from the

laundry. You interested?

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: My dad used to tell me, “You have a choice. You

can either choose to be in a bad mood…”

Leslie Shay: Right.

Gabby Dawson: “Or you can decide to be happy.”

Leslie Shay: Where is this going?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, at first, I… I wasn’t sure about Mills, right? Was

he too young? Was I just rebounding? Did we

move too fast? But then I realised, damn it, he’s

good to me. Be happy.

Leslie Shay: So you love him ‘cause you choose to?

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] No. Because I do.

Leslie Shay: Aw. My little Dawson’s all grown up.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, shut up.

Leslie Shay: What about the mom thing?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know.

[ambo door shuts]

[station alert & buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. Man down from unknown causes.

Gabby Dawson: Looks like it’s one of those days.

[siren wails]

[thunder rumbling, siren blares]

Gabby Dawson: Hey there, bud. How you doing?

Hey.

His pulse is fast. Let’s sit him down and check his

heart rate. Come on.

All right.

Leslie Shay: Oh.

Gabby Dawson: Here we go, bud. All right.

Leslie Shay: Okay… Virgilio Ventura. Welcome back, pal.

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: You had a couple cocktails today?

Leslie Shay: No, I think something a little heavier. What’s your

flavour, Virg? A little H?

Huh. He’s clean. What’s up with you, buddy?

Gabby Dawson: Okay.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

Gabby Dawson: His heart rate’s racing at 150. He’s in SVT. We’re

gonna lose him if we don’t stabilise his rhythm.

[shirt ripping]

Gabby Dawson: Cardioverting at 100. Stand back.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, wait! His ears. Look at his ears. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Shay, he’s got an electrical burn.

[clothes ripping]

Leslie Shay: His shoe’s missing. It’s a third degree burn. He’s got

an exit wound.

Gabby Dawson: He was hit by lightning. We can’t shock him. His

heart’s had too much trauma. 6 mils of adenosine.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, yeah!

[monitor continues beeping]

Gabby Dawson: Hang in there. Hang in there.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

Ready when you are. On three. One, two, push.

[monitor flatlines]

Victim 2 (Virgilio): [gasps]

Leslie Shay: Okay, it bought us some time. Let’s get him out of

here.

cutscene

[thunder in distance]

Christopher Herrmann: What is it?

Chief Boden: Ah, nothing. Rough shift.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

[car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, what are you doing for dinner tonight?

I’m doing all the cooking now that Cindy’s

in the home stretch. So it’s either gonna

be pizza or steak. It’s your call.

Chief Boden: Well, I can never turn down a Herrmann steak.

Christopher Herrmann: All right. Great.

Bring the beer, all right?

Chief Boden: I will.

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Chief Boden: Thanks.

Peter Mills: Hey! Excuse me, Chief! Um, I was wondering, can I pick

up a couple shifts next week? Maybe pull 48?

These-These Squad classes are breaking the

bank, so… I just need the extra money.

Chief Boden: What did your Lieutenant say?

Peter Mills: Check with you.

Chief Boden: Well, we can make that happen.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Chief Boden: I’ll talk to second watch.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Kelly Severide: I’m not exactly one to sit on my hands, you know.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, well, you shouldn’t.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, well, that’s not what the CFD is advising.

I’m running out of options here, Shay.

Leslie Shay: I’m telling you, the more I think about it, the more I

think that she targeted you specifically. She knew

your background, and she took what, all of two

seconds to start flirting up a storm? Anyone do a

background check on her?

Kelly Severide: I’ve-I’ve been on my heels this whole time, no.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, exactly. It’s time to turn it around, go on the

offensive.

[car door shuts]

[engine starts]

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: You thinking about jumping?

Peter Mills: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Peter Mills: You made it.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, bearing carbs.

Peter Mills: I see.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

[kissing sound]

Gabby Dawson: What is it?

Peter Mills: You never answered my question. I know that I’m… I’m

moving too fast. I…

Gabby Dawson: Peter. I love you too.

Peter Mills: Really?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, really.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: I just got one question for you. Am I gonna have to

borrow Antonio’s pickup, or are you gonna help me

move?

Peter Mills: I will help you move.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that’s what I thought.

[kissing sounds]

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey, man. Thanks for meeting me.

Antonio Dawson: You sure you know what you’re doing?

Kelly Severide: Tsk. Like I told you on the phone, I’m-I’m feeling out

of options.

Antonio Dawson: Well, it might be worse than you think. I called the

Assistant State’s Attorney. That Rutkowski’s

testimony landed, and they won’t be accused of

playing favourites for a firefighter. They’re gonna

approve criminal charges. I ran a background

check on Tara Little. She worked at an ad

agency. There were criminal charges filed and

then withdrawn.

Kelly Severide: Against her?

Antonio Dawson: No. A fellow employee there named Clay White.

There’s an address in there.

Kelly Severide: I appreciate it.

Antonio Dawson: If I was smart, I’d tell you to let a lawyer handle it

from here.

cutscene

[bell chimes]

Man 2: May I help you?

Kelly Severide: Are you Clay White?

Man 2 (Clay White): I am.

Kelly Severide: I was told to talk to you about Tara Little.

Man 2 (Clay White): A-Anything you wanna say about her, you can

tell my lawyer. Now get the hell out.

Kelly Severide: It’s… it’s not like that. I-I need your help.

Man 2 (Clay White): I was a mid-level executive at Ramsey-Cole, a

high-end ad agency on Michigan Avenue. Tara

was one of 20 graphic designers we had on

staff. Tara and I had hit it off. Was it

inappropriate? She was game, and I wasn’t

married. It was all consensual. We had some

fun but went in different directions, ended

totally civil. Then we lost an account. The

rumour mill started flying about downsizing.

Next thing I know, Tara makes a claim, says I

took advantage of her, it was a hostile working

environment. I was fired and ostracised by the

whole industry.

I’ve got an MBA [chuckles]

And this is what I do to pay my mortgage. She

got a nice settlement from what I heard.

Kelly Severide: Sounds familiar. Would you consider coming

forward?

Man 2 (Clay White): I signed a non-disclosure agreement, so she’d

drop the criminal charges.

Kelly Severide: You didn’t answer my question.

cutscene

Hallie Thomas: Let me take a look at him

Patient (Miranda): [winces]

Hallie Thomas: Wow. What happened?

Patient (Miranda): [sighs] I was texting on my phone, and I walked

into a damn tree.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, that’s a new one. All right, I’m gonna walk you

back to a bed, where we can get that thumb set.

You can walk with me?

Patient (Miranda): Yeah.

Hallie Thomas: No texting while you do it.

[chuckling]

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

Thanks.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Hey.

Matt Casey: You used to always drop by the firehouse with lunch,

so… I’m returning the favour, if you have time.

Doctor (Margaret): Got you covered.

Hallie Thomas: Come on.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: I’ll show you around.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Hallie Thomas: We have five beds. But we can stuff eight in here if

we need to.

Matt Casey: All right.

Hallie Thomas: Um, a couple of visitation rooms, a couple of

offices. There’s where we keep the meds. This is

our bathroom. One bathroom, mind you, for all of

us, including the patients.

Man 3: Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, Steven Goody. He started the clinic. This is

my… this is Matt.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Hey. Nice to meet you.

Listen, Hallie, do you think you could help

us out on Sunday, maybe, uh, noon to

5:00-ish? Dr. Arend can’t make it.

Hallie Thomas: Yeah, I think so. I just have to check my schedule

over at Lakeshore.

Man 3 (Steven Goody): Great. Just let me know, okay?

Nice to meet you, Matt.

Matt Casey: You too.

Hallie Thomas: One sec.

[door buzzes]

Hallie Thomas: Huh. That’s weird.

Woman 3 (Bridgette): What?

Hallie Thomas: Uh, well…

Woman 3 (Bridgette): Oh, yeah, I know about this. I’ll take care of it.

Hallie Thomas: Okay.

Matt Casey: Everything good?

Hallie Thomas: Yeah. I’m starving. Let’s go.

Matt Casey: You really like it here?

Hallie Thomas: Yes. When I was away, I remembered why I got into

medicine in the first place. I remembered a lot of

things I wanted to reclaim for myself when I

returned.

[laughter]

cutscene

[overlapping chatter]

[video game in background]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

Herrmann Kids: Look it, look, look, right there.

Christopher Herrmann: I won! Yes! Turn that thing up. Screw the

neighbours [chuckles]

Chief Boden: Uh, uh, no, no. Doing the dishes is my specialty.

Cindy Herrmann: You’re sweet, Wallace.

Chief Boden: Anyway, ain’t you supposed to be in bed?

Cindy Herrmann: You think I’m going to trust Chris alone with those

monsters?

Herrmann & Boden: [laughs]

Chief Boden: Get outta here.

Boden & Cindy: [chuckles]

[glass bottles clinking]

Christopher Herrmann: So?

Chief Boden: So?

Okay. I, uh… I think I’m losing the respect of an

important man in the house.

Christopher Herrmann: Severide?

Chief Boden: Between this Benny and this Tara thing… I think he

thinks I’m the bad guy here.

Christopher Herrmann: Eh. What’s that you always say? “Leaders

lead from the front.”

Chief Boden: Yeah. Sounds like me.

Christopher Herrmann: Up front can be lonely, that’s for sure.

But… it goes with the territory, don’t it?

Chief Boden: Yeah. Thanks.

[bottles clink]

Chief Boden: Again.

cutscene

Matt Casey: Otis. Ready to lay claim to your undies?

[chuckling]

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, you wish.

Mouch: Just come clean, Otis. No one will judge you. This is a safe

room.

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] You know what? No. I-I can’t stand to look

at these another shift.

All: Oh!

[laughter]

Mouch: That’s it. Now I know they’re yours.

[station alert blares & buzzes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Vehicle accident.

[sirens wailing]

[horn honking]

Woman 4 (Bystander): The Taurus there was just pulling out of the

hotel parking lot, when, bam! The trailblazer

hit it straight on.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Kelly Severide: We’re on the trailblazer.

He’s DOA.

[indistinct chatter]

Matt Casey: Ma’am, try not to move until we get you collared and

braced.

Victim 3 (Lady): I need the report to say we’re just co-workers, and

we were coming from a lunch when that jackass hit

us!

Matt Casey: We don’t report that kind of stuff, ma’am.

Victim 3 (Lady): I gotta get out of here.

Matt Casey: Ma’am, you need to remain still.

I need that collar!

Peter Mills: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Struts, wedges, and cribbing. Stabilise that

car so you can get that woman out.

Kelly Severide: You heard him. Get that cribbing in place. Capp,

centre part!

[glass shattering]

Kelly Severide: Get it piped down. How are we on the other side?

[metal clanging]

Joe Cruz: Almost there.

Chief Boden: Good. Let’s cut that roof away.

[machine whirring]

Kelly Severide: Watch for sparks.

Roof’s clear.

Christopher Herrmann: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Copy that. Flying in.

Kelly Severide: All right, you ready?

Leslie Shay: Take her out as straight as possible.

Victim 3 (Lady): Where are you taking me?

Gabby Dawson: Lakeshore.

Victim 3 (Lady): Will you call my husband and tell him you found me

by myself?

Gabby Dawson: Ma’am, you’re gonna have to take that up with the

doctors at the hospital.

Victim 4 (Man): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Hey, I’m gonna need you to cover for me for an hour

when we get back to the station.

Harold Capp: You got it.

cutscene

Tara Little: You’re supposed to stay away from me.

Kelly Severide: Am I?

Tara Little: [scoffs] You’re finished. You hear me? I am about to

scream so loud.

Man 2 (Clay White): Hi, Tara.

Tara Little: [scoffs] He can’t. He signed…

Kelly Severide: A non-disclosure and confidentiality agreement?

What else can you take away from him? I checked

with the union attorney, and it turns out in cases of

fraud, the courts don’t care much about those

agreements.

Tara Little: Fraud?

Kelly Severide: Maybe we take you to criminal court, get testimony

on the record or you retract your lie, quit this job.

We never see each other again.

cutscene

Woman 2: Excuse me.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Woman 2: Hi. Um, I was the one that asked about the pictures.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, yeah, of course. How are you?

Woman 2: Hi.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey.

Woman 2: Uh, this is my husband, Roger…

Christopher Herrmann: Hey Roger.

Man 4 (Roger): Hey.

Woman 2: And our daughter, Charlotte.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw.

Woman 2: Would you mind?

Christopher Herrmann: Naw, no. No problem at all. Come on

Charlotte. I’ll show you around here.

Come on.

How old is she now?

Joe Cruz: One, two, three.

Woman 2: Uh, 12.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s incredible.

Joe Cruz: Tighter, tighter.

Woman 2: Yeah, plus today is her birthday. So here we are. She’s

really something.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah.

Joe Cruz: Hey, one more. Let’s do one more. Everybody smile…

hold it.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, do you have a few minutes. Because I

think we can do something a little better

than a couple of photos.

Joe Cruz: Great.

Woman 2: Sure.

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah? All right.

Woman 2: [laughs]

Joe Cruz: Get in there.

Woman 2: Okay.

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Chief. We got a kid’s birthday party in

the common room, and they’d like to see

you.

Chief Boden: You tell little Danny or Billy or Leo happy birthday for

me, but I have a mountain of paperwork that I need

to get through.

Christopher Herrmann: This one’s important, Chief.

Chief Boden: Okay, where are the other kids?

Christopher Herrmann: Well, it’s not that kind of party, Chief.

Joe Cruz: Later I’ll grab all the guys from the truck, take a picture

together.

Chief Boden: Hey.

Girl (Charlotte): Are you Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: Yes I am. And are you the birthday girl?

Girl (Charlotte): Yeah.

Chief Boden: And um, what’s your name?

Girl (Charlotte): Charlotte.

Chief Boden: Charlotte. And how old are you, Charlotte?

Girl (Charlotte): 12.

Chief Boden: Well, Charlotte, happy birthday [chuckles]

Girl (Charlotte): Do you recognise me?

Chief Boden: Um, I’m… I’m sorry. No, I don’t.

Girl (Charlotte): 12 years ago today, I was left on the doorstep of

this firehouse. He said you were the fireman

who found me.

Chief Boden: I always wondered what happened to you.

Girl (Charlotte): I was adopted. I live in Indiana now.

Chief Boden: Look at you. Don’t you look great?

Woman 2: She’s always wanted the truth.

Girl (Charlotte): When my mom and dad told me where I came

from, I had to come here.

Chief Boden: And I am very glad that you did.

Girl (Charlotte): Thank you.

Chief Boden: No, thank you, Charlotte. ‘Cause you have made this

Chief… a very happy man today.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay. Here we go.

All: Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday to you; Happy birthday

dear Charlotte; Happy birthday to you.

[applause and cheering]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: You’ll still pay a $20 bounty on these briefs?

Mouch: If you’re ready to admit they’re yours.

Otis Zvonecek: You wanna know something curious? I looked at

the tag here. Interesting that they’re a Japanese

brand of underwear not sold in the United States.

Japanese. The same language you’ve been

studying.

Mouch: That… that doesn’t…

Otis Zvonecek: Japanese. The same proverbs you’ve been

spouting for weeks, one of which you used to

fleece me out of 20 bones.

Mouch: Fine.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles] Thank you… very much.

Mouch: [sighs] Go ahead. Go, tell everyone. Get a good laugh.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, I will. I will.

Mouch: I’ve been dating a Japanese woman. I’m doing everything I

can to impress her, because quite frankly, I’m not getting

any younger. Now, she mailed me the underwear as a gift.

So that’s a good sign, right?

Otis Zvonecek: Wait, wait. Mailed? From where?

Mouch: Well, we’ve been uh… our relationship is, uh… we haven’t

actually met yet.

Otis Zvonecek: An Internet girlfriend.

Mouch: I’ve talked to her on the phone…

Otis Zvonecek: Hmm.

Mouch: A lot.

Otis Zvonecek: Right, right. How much have you spent on her?

Mouch: Eh, not much.

Yeah a little.

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckles]

Mouch: Please don’t bust my balls on this, Otis.

Otis!

cutscene

Chief Boden: Hey, just the man I was coming to find. I don’t know if

you’ve heard, but miraculously, Tara Little has quit the

fire service and recanted her testimony against you.

Kelly Severide: Did she?

Chief Boden: What’d you do?

Kelly Severide: Well, I-I…

Chief Boden: You know what? I’d rather not know.

Kelly Severide: It was on the up-and-up, Chief. I promise you that.

Chief Boden: Kelly. Throughout all this, never doubted you. I want

you to know that. Just had to be a Chief.

Kelly Severide: I know. I appreciate it.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Can we talk?

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Uh, not here.

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Apparently, it happened during a time when your

mom and dad were already separated. Boden

and Ingrid got together, but Boden backed away

as soon as he found out that your dad and mom

might reconcile. And I didn’t know what to do

with the information. And I didn’t think that it

was my place to tell you, so I just sat on it. But

the more I thought about how close you were

getting, the more I thought that maybe I should-I

should just tell you, so…

Peter Mills: Boden and my mom? [sighs]

And you knew about this how long?

Gabby Dawson: Since the big banquet.

Peter Mills: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Look, I know I should’ve told you sooner. I know it.

But you have to see it from my point of view.

Peter Mills: Oh, do I? Is that what I need to do, Dawson?

Gabby Dawson: Peter, I’m sorry. If I’d have known you’d have this

kind of reaction, I would’ve just come right home

and told you then.

Peter Mills: But you didn’t, okay?

Gabby Dawson: I didn’t know.

Peter Mills: Yeah. I need to be alone.

[station alarm buzzes & blares]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Engine 51, Ambulance 61. Building

fire, 3331 West Halsted Road.

Matt Casey: That’s Hallie’s clinic.

[horn honking]

[sirens wailing]

Matt Casey: Oh God.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Kelly Severide: Let’s go! Why aren’t those hydrants open yet?

Christopher Herrmann: We’re gonna need this vented. Get that

aerial to the roof.

Police Officer (Nicole Sermons): My partner, Barnes, he went in

further. He found a woman, but he

couldn’t get to her.

Matt Casey: Hey. Back door is there.

Kelly Severide: Fan out! Look for victims. I’ll stick with Casey.

[coughing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs] I couldn’t reach her!

Matt Casey: Where?

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughs]

Matt Casey: Get him out of here!

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [coughing]

[siren wailing]

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): [groans]

[ambulance beeping]

[car door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Fire department! Call out!

Matt Casey: Hallie!

[metal cage shaking]

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) This is an oven. Everyone out!

[metal clanging]

Mouch: Hallie’s in there.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): Who?

Leslie Shay: His girl.

Matt Casey: Hallie!

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where are you?

Matt Casey: No! No! No!

[whimpers & groans]

[wood creaking & splitting]

[explosion]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Casey, where the hell are you?

(into radio) Casey. Casey!

[explosion continues]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Talk to me. Where the hell are you?

Kelly Severide: We got her! We’re coming out!

Chief Boden: [sighs]

Gabby Dawson: Get oxygen on her and into the ambulance now.

Police Officer (Jim Barnes): We’ll lead the way.

Matt Casey: I’m coming.

[ambo door shuts]

[sirens wail]

Matt Casey: [heavy breathing] Breathe, Hallie. Breathe.

Damn it, baby. Breathe.

Come on! Breathe.

Breathe. Damn it, girl.

Breathe.

[ambo door shuts]

[sombre music]

Matt Casey: [sniffles]

[sobbing]

No!

No! [sobs & wails]

- end -

Definitions:

D&D = Drunk and Disorderly

K-12 = Fire/Rescue saw. It can be used for forcible entry, ventilation, USAR (Urban Search and Rescue – technical rescue operation that involves the location, extrication, and initial medical stabilisation of victims trapped in an urban area, namely structural collapse due to natural disasters, mines and collapsed trenches), RIC (Rapid Intervention Crew - team of two or more firefighters dedicated solely to the search and rescue of other firefighters in distress), and vehicle extrication

Sawzall = Term often used to describe any brand of reciprocating saw. These saws cut in a back and forth motion, similar to a handsaw that’s just downed four espressos

EMS Plan 2 = 5 Ambulances, 1 Paramedic Field Chief, 1 Deputy District Chief, 1 Command Van, 1 Triage Van, Media Affairs Unit

SVT = Supraventricular tachycardia (SVT) is a condition where your heart suddenly beats much faster than normal

Cardioverting = An electrical cardioversion is a treatment which aims to get your abnormal heart rhythm (arrhythmia) back to a normal pattern. It’s done by sending controlled electric signals to your heart through electrodes placed on the chest

Adenosine = Used to bring your heart back into a normal rhythm

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Bragger - Dean x fem!reader part 2

Suggested by @rileynicole1967 based on the song Bragger by Kelsea Ballerini.

(Y/N) stared the vampires down, wishing that she had at least some sort of weapon on her.

“Stay behind me.” She told her parents, trying to keep an eye on all three of them.

“Listen here, you buncha hooligans” Her dad, pulled her behind him as she protested, “I don’t know who you vampire wannabes think you are but you need to get out of my house.” Dad’s big head was going to get them all killed.

“Don’t be the hero, old man.” The one in the middle looked around him to (Y/N).

“So, where is Dean Winchester?” He asked, “We got a couple questions for him.” Dad looked back at her, hands on his hips.

“They’re here because of him? He just keeps getting better and better.” He complained.

“(Y/D/N)!” Her mother glared.

“What? Are you trying to defend him?” He asked. The lead Vampire and (Y/N) made eye contact. He raised his eyebrows are her as if he were asking if they were really like this. She nodded, shrugging her shoulder. The vampire let out a deep breath. He reached forward, grabbing her father by the neck and lifting him in the air. (Y/N) and her mother reached out but were stopped by the henchmen.

“Old man, I think it’s about time you stopped talking. Man alive, if my daddy was anything like you I woulda killed him faster.” Her father’s eyes widened, swinging his feet back and forth.

“Put him down, it’s me you want, I can get Dean here.” She pleaded.

“Oh I know you can, sweet thing. I’m just wanting a quick bite.” His sharp teeth came down from his gums. Dad’s eyes widened even more.

“Then wait until you get Dean.” (Y/N) reasoned, “You capture Dean and eat them as a reward.” The vampire thought a moment then nodded, setting Dad back down on his feet.

“You make a good point. Why don’t you give him a call?” He tossed me my parents landline.

Dean his just been mindlessly driving around the small town, watching the locals go in and out of shops and restaurants. This didn’t seem like a bad place to grow up. Didn’t seem like a bad place to live. He wondered if (Y/N) ever wanted to come back here.

His thoughts were broken from his phone ringing, from a number he didn’t recognize. But this was the phone designated for hunters so it was someone he knew.

He hit answer, pressing the phone to his ear, “You got Dean Winchester.”

“Dean, it’s me.” (Y/N)’s voice crackled over the phone.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry-”

“Oh it’s fine. Don’t worry about the vase. Accidents happen.” He quickly glanced at the phone.

“What?”

“I know that you accidently knocked over my grandparents urn, but all has been forgiven.” Grandparents urn had been their code for vampires.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, starting to turn his car around.

“Oh and before I forget mom and I are gonna start making your favorite - red velvet cake.” She said gleefully. That was bad. Red velvet cake was code for hostage situation, need back up now.

“I’m on my way.” He gripped onto the steering wheel, hanging up the phone.

(Y/N) set the phone down and sighed, “He’s on his way.”

“Excellent.” The vampire reached out, holding onto her chin. His hands were ice cold, cold as death.

“I may just turn you. You seem to understand when you’ve been beat.”

“You get your dirty hands offa her!” Her mother shouted, struggling against the restraints they had been put in. While on the phone, her parents had been strapped to chairs from the dining room table.

“Lady,” The vampire pulled his hands away, “I really don’t like hearing lip from a lush.” Her mother gasped.

“You can’t talk to her like that-” Before her dad could continue, they were both gagged by the henchmen.

“Now...” The leader turned back to (Y/N), “Why don’t you let us have a taste, huh?” The vampire grinned, stalking forward. (Y/N) stepped back. He laughed.

“Aww sweetheart, don’t play coy.” He nodded for his other henchmen to move forward. The lacky came forward, grinning. As she backed away, her hand brushed the side of her bag. She stopped, subtly grabbing the syringe of dead man’s blood she kept there. When he got close enough, she popped the top and slammed the needle into his neck. He cried out and back away, stumbling back into the wall, holding his neck. He slide down the wall. The other lacky came around.

“Hey!” The henchman kneeled down and looked over his partner, “Deadman’s blood.” He stood up, stomping towards (Y/N), “YOU BITCH!” He stopped mid step, eyes wide. In front of the eyes of her parents and the lead vampire, the henchman’s head slid off and landed on the floor with a sickening thud. His body followed. In his place stood Dean with a machete.

“I told you those syringes work.” He grinned.

“Is now the right time for you to tell me ‘I told you so’?” She said in an exasperated voice.

Dean looked from her to the two vampires still alive, and the lead vampire looked pissed, “Right.”

The lead vampire growled, rushing Dean. Dean swung.

Dad and Dean drove the pickup truck to the dump with a trap covering the back end. Mom and (Y/N) followed in the Impala. Mom was fiddling with her fingers, very clearly having things on her mind.

“He’s not a fireman, is he?” She asked.

“(Y/N) shook her head, “Nope.”

“And he isn’t volunteering at a youth shelter?”

“Nope.”

“And you’re not a lawyer are you? You do what he does, kill monsters.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, “Yeah.”

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us-”

“Would you have approved?” She cut off her mom, “What was I supposed to tell you? That I dropped out of school and started hunting monsters? You would have had me committed.” When they made it to the dump, Dean and Dad had parked and opened the back of the truck. They were grapping the garbage bags of bodies and started a pile. Mom went to open the door of the impala.

“I wouldn’t, the smell is the worst.” At her words, mom took her hand off the handle.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Mom asked.

Dean and (Y/N) father loaded the last of the vampires bodies off the truck and into the pile. Out from his jacket pocket, Dean brought out a flask of lighter fluid and a book of matches.

“So, what if the cops find this?” (Y/F/N) asked.

Dean shook his head, “These bastards burn to dust. All they’re gonna find is burnt plastic.” He dumped the lighter fluid on the pile, then lit the matches, tossing the book on the pile that went up in flames. They both stared in the flames in silence.

“You married my daughter?” Her father asked. She must have told him when he left.

“I did.”

“Where’s her ring?”

Dean ran his thumb over his ring ring finger where his mother’s ring had been, “I proposed to her my mother’s. She wore it around her neck today so you didn’t see it and get upset that you weren’t invited.”

“Well, I am upset.”

“Sir, with all due respect and believe me I’m trying to even give you the respect that (Y/N) would want me to, I wanted to invite you, my brother did as well. But she didn’t. She didn’t want to continue to bring you into this lie, bring you closer to her so that you would be in danger.”

“She’s in danger being around you.” He sneered.

Dean glared, “Don’t you think I told her that?” That seemed to surprise him, “I told her that I wasn’t safe, that what I do wasn’t safe for her. I love your daughter, it killed me to push her away.” Dean looked back at the flames, “But she’s stubborn. Must get that from you.”

(Y/F/N) smiled a little, “Yeah, she’s a rock, ain’t she?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, “Alright, I’ll allow this... But, you guys gotta visit once a year. At least.”

“You gonna keep giving me crap?” Dean asked, looking at her father’s out of the corner of his eye. Her father thought a moment, sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll keep it to myself.”

Dean hummed, “Deal.” They shook hands.

“Bye, sweetie.” Mom grinned, hugging her. She was dressed head to toe in cleaning gear to start cleaning up the blood.

“Mom, I said I would help.” (Y/N) started.

“No, no, you need to get on the road. That’s a long drive back to Kansas.” (Y/N) hugged her dad. He pulled away, holding her cheeks in his hands.

“Now there’s my happy little girl.” He smiled. (Y/N) tightened her lips, tears in her eyes.

“Dad, come on.”

“Hey, hey, no tears, Mrs. Winchester.” Dean, who managed to get out of her mother’s arms and came over, shaking her father’s hand.

“I’ll call when we get home.” (Y/N) said as Dean walked her to the car.

After a few hours on the road, (Y/N) started feeding Dean cookies to help him stay awake on the road.

“These are so good.” He hummed around a bite. She giggled and fed him another cookie, he nipped at her fingers. She laughed, taking the cookie and biting it. With one hand on the wheel, the other hand taking hers, looking over her her left hand where her wedding ring was.

“I hated that you didn’t have this on all day.” He said softly.

“I know, Dean-Bean, but I was just afraid of what they would say.”

Dean chuckled, “I understand why. Your dad is so intense.”

“I know I’m sorry. But at least we don’t have to lie anymore.” She sighed, resting her head on the window.

Dean looked over, then back at the road, “Well, we die lie about one thing.” He poked her stomach.

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57 Thoughts I Had While Watching Part 2 of The Bad Batch Season Finale (Spoilers ahead!!)

I do like how Part 2 picks right up where Part 1 left off. I prefer that method since it makes it feel like one connected piece. Like how Rogue One ended where A New Hope kicks off.

Ya know, I wouldn’t mind the thunderstorms.

Okay the explosions are beautifully animated. The blues, the sparks, the orange flames. And I like how they’re realistically placed. So many shows with explosions don’t have them right close to the characters, even if they’re supposed to be all around them.

This episode is kinda darkly lit. Not like Battle of Winterfell in Game of Thrones.

Okay yeah, that clone reporting the destruction…thats some sadness there.

That inner alarm has me thinking “oh shit my flight has changed gates again hasn’t it!!”

Damn, imagine being unconscious and wake up in a flooding compartment with a droid and that one kid who took your place.

Okay how strong is that knife. I kinda expect it to break in half. Wrecker would

probably try to trade with Hunter after that.

The shot of the burning buildings on the water is so beautiful too. The reflections were well done.

About AZ being like “oh hey homie, you survived being blown up but now you’re drowning. And I’m watching while this literal child tries to move metal debris off of you.”

Okay Omega using her bow like that is genius. But please wee baby don’t hit Crosshair by accident. And the way the bolts underwater were animated. 🤌🏻🤌🏻

And Crosshair being all “wtf?!”

Dang Omega is so take charge here.

Okay the sprays of water from the door is so well done. And omg they just pop outta there lmao!!!! About how Omega is caught and they just let Crosshair slide on the floor.

Haha Crosshair being like “Hunter, you fucker did you break something?!”

I really wish it wasn’t so darkly lit, but it does bring a sense of realism. The power is out, so what we’re able to see is what the characters are able to see with flashlights. Plus I’m sure this would look different on my TV than iPad.

The music is so pretty, so emotional. Oh damn poor AZ.

Oh never mind. He’s good.

Crosshair quit being a poop and follow them please.

Echo and that smell lmao.

“Blind allegiance makes you a pawn. A real leader protects his squad.”

Huh. Interesting. But isn’t blind allegiance what the clones had in the Republic? Isn’t that what Clone Force 99 had in the Republic? At least mostly. Some clones didn’t have that obviously, like Cut.

Ooohh Crosshair’s expression when Hunter knocked his shoulder. That seemed like surprise. There is something to that.

Hmmmmmm I’m with Crosshair on that. Going through a glass tunnel with cracks in it hundreds of feet below the surface would be a no from me. Also, what about water pressure? Is that not a thing there? Like wouldn’t you get a massive headache traveling through that? Or maybe not….idk.

Oh fuck Wrecker letting Crosshair know what’s what. I do like that he’s finally expressing how he feels. I’ve always thought there was more of a brotherly relationship between Wrecker and Crosshair than Crosshair had with the others. And Wrecker has a point, Crosshair didn’t even try to come back to them. Of course that really isn’t a fair statement either I guess. Wrecker should remember how he couldn’t control what he did when his chip kicked on.

And Tech jumping in and saying that Crosshair has always been “severe and unyielding” is a good way to let us know a bit more of what’s normal behavior for Crosshair. I like how he’s reminded Wrecker that some things Crosshair can’t help due to just how he is (likely a byproduct of the enhancement experiments).

“Understanding you does not mean I agree with you.” Ugh if only more people had this mindset. Also, the whole “why are you defending me?” sounds like Tech doesn’t usually leap to Crosshair’s defense (even though that’s not what he’s doing here). Which further makes me think that the brotherly relationship that usually exists between team members (like Domino squad eventually, Rex/Echo/Fives/Kix/Jesse/Hardcase/Tup) doesn’t exist here between all the guys. It’s more sporadic. Crosshair seems to get along better with Wrecker (in their own way, teasing and their droid death counts) than he does with Tech.

Also perhaps they should not stop so often…ya know, just in case the tunnel implodes.

Oh nope nope nope. No underwater tubes and sea monsters for Bethany.

AZ is so peppy. Like he sounds so positive when relaying bad news. He sounds like the kinda droid that would be like “good news is you have great cholesterol, bad news is you have cancer. But yay no diabetes!”

Oh yeah I kinda forgot Hunter wasn’t with them they first got to the private lab. And oh damn, Omega is technically older than them. The whole accelerated aging thing is just so unfair.

Well we really couldn’t expect a glass tunnel to fully survive aerial bombardment. Better start swimming fuckers!!

Damn, someone find AZ a charger! I bet Tech has one for his datapad that boy is attached too. He seems like the type to never be without a phone charger. He also seems like the type to not want to share it because no one else in the squad treats their charge cords with respect.

Dad gum Crosshair, I didn’t hear you spouting off any bright ideas. Geez, who peed in your wheaties?!

Hunter takes things too personally?! Weren’t you being all Salty McSourpus over Hunter leaving your ass on Kamino for shooting at him and the others? Were you not taking that too personally? But kudos to Hunter for reminding him the Empire peaced the fuck out and left him to die on Kamino. Although…Crosshair does sound like he’s trying not to care about that. Like it does bother him but he’s acting like he don’t give a fuck.

“The Empire will control the entire Galaxy. And I’m going to be a part of it.” Uhm, sir…you’re currently in a secret lab at the bottom of the ocean with no means of escape right now. How do you plan to be a part of the Empire from down here? Like, are you going to establish the underwater branch of the Empire and assert the Emperor’s control over the sea critters?

Ugh Omega trying so hard to bond with Crosshair. Like the parallel between this scene and the holding cell scene. And her thinking she was wrong about the chip making him behave like a dick. Oh sweet baby, you’re not wrong. He still has that thing. But he has always been a dick per Tech’s words earlier. But she’s trying so hard to show him the similarities between them.

I’ve noticed Crosshair does a lot of pushing people away. Like he’s been doing that with Hunter and Omega this whole season. Speaking harshly to them both (although I think some of the things he says to Hunter, he’s always wanted to say). But I think it’s more that he wants to avoid disappointing them, so he shoves them away to prevent that feeling. Like perhaps he thinks he isn’t worthy to be around them, that they’ll be better off without him around.

Oh fuck, look at you contributing now Mr. I Am Going To Complain About Other People’s Ideas.

Did they have to draw straws to see who got their own pod and who had to team up with who? Like,

Hunter: “Someone has to go with Tech.”

Crosshair, Wrecker: “Not it!”

Echo: “not it, fuck I wasn’t fast enough.”

Oh the wee child is getting her own pod. Okay then.

Of course Hunter and Crosshair get doubled up. I bet they argue the whole time.

Crosshair: “stop breathing all the air!!”

Hunter: “stop standing on my foot!!”

Crosshair: “well it’s not my fault you have Sasquatch feet!”

Oh damn. Well bye Omega. It was nice knowing you. Crosshair probably has your eulogy already written.

Hm, so Tech never shared his datapad charge cord with AZ. Bummer.

Awww poor AZ. He was a good droid. We’ll remember how he OMG OMEGA WHAT THE FUCK?!!???

Again is water pressure not a thing in Star Wars?

Sweetie. He’s metal. You won’t be strong enough to pull him along with you.

Oh fuck Crosshair! Oh damn the look on his face is like “Hunter, get you ugly ass face out of my shot.” Oh damn, boy has got some good eyesight, I want a piece of that.

Bruh, that’s gotta hurt. You just saved the kid they all love and they got you at blaster point. Buuuuuut at the same time you haven’t expressed the most positive attitude towards said kid either. So maybe they have a good reason to think you’d shoot her? Still. Damn. That’s gotta hurt, since if it had been the good ol’ days they’d be like “nice shot buddy!”

Hunter looks more wary than upset honestly. Like he isn’t sure why Crosshair did that, but he’s not sure if Crosshair would want him expressing gratitude either. Hunter doesn’t seem to know how to treat him any more. Crosshair belittles him and speaks harshly to him, but then saves Omega. It’s almost like old Crosshair is still in there, knowing how attached the team is to Omega. Even if he does think she’s not in the safest environment with them.

Oh…omg what is this?! I just noticed, no rain on Kamino….AND SUNSHINE?! Like is that a fucking sunrise??!!?? Oh shit you guys there is symbolism here!!! Like a new start or something impossible has happened. Like there has never been sunshine on Kamino, it’s always stormed. Always. Always and forever it has done that. But after the destruction of Tipoca City, the rains cease and the sunshine comes out. Like….omg guys. It’s pretty!!

Interesting. Omega seems sad that a place she didn’t want to ever return to is gone. But I guess that’s probably the notion that she’s essentially homeless setting in. That the only home she’s had (before Clone Force 99) is gone.

Also, I have this theory that Ghost Fives probably travels with Echo, and he’d likely be like “good! Fuck that place. Killing Tup there and all. Bitches.”

Echo: “stfu Fives, she’s sad okay.”

Honestly I’m not surprised Crosshair refused their offer to come with them. He has his pride and I feel like he doesn’t want to admit aligning with the Empire was a mistake. That he was wrong and Hunter was right. Especially after being all Pro-Empire and talking about how they’re going to be what the Galaxy needs.

“Consider us even.” GIRL he admits it! He was saving YOU!! YOU! Not the dumb droid, YOU!!!!

His face says it all when they pull away. Like he regrets not going with them, but he can’t bring himself to stay with them. He’s really conflicted right now. He has programming in his head telling him one thing and another portion of his mind reminding him that Tech, Wrecker, Hunter, and even Echo care about him. That they’re a team. He even wanted them to join the Empire so they could all get back together. He does want to be with them, but it’s going to take time to get passed the war in his head.

Oh damn, Nala Se and some Commando buddies. Yeah there’s something up with her. She seems to have gained a lot out of this. Making herself more important than Lama Su and likely more important than the other scientists from Kamino. I wonder if this was her plan all along. It’s so hard to tell what Kaminoans are thinking because they don’t express emotions facially or even vocally.

I read a post somewhere about Nala Se doing childish science experiments. Like the baking soda/vinegar volcano. And now I can’t get the image out of my head of her teaching like a high school chemistry class where you get to do those classic science fair experiments. Things exploding, clones accidentally gassing each other at a table. Someone betting someone else 5 credits to drink a solution.

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Monsta X: Their S/O goes in labour at the worst time

Genre: mafia au!, crack and fluff

Warning: swearing, violence.

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Shownu:

You did not want to be here right now. At all. You wanted to be home, in bed, watching Netflix TV-shows as Shownu gave you a foot massage. But no, here you were in the middle of a gang deal. A deal that your dumb husband begged for you to accompany him.

Sitting on your husband’s right side, you listened to every words that were spoken not really understanding what was going on.

Blablabla territory blabla respecting each other’s land blablablabla.

You were getting bored; you needed something to distract you, to entertain you.

You wished you hadn’t thought that, because at the same exact time you started to have contractions. Thinking they were Braxton hicks, you didn’t think much of it. Then, a really strong contraction came making you grip your husband’s thigh.

Shownu stopped talking to the other mafia leader. “Babe, you ok?”

“No,” you said looking at the ground trying your hardest to breath through the pain, “I think I’m in labour.”

“O..Ok” stuttered your husband. ”Can you hold it for a minute? We’re almost done here.”

You lifted your head and narrowed your eyes at Shownu. “Son Hyunwoo. I swear, I will drive to the hospital and have this baby all by myself. And when I’ll be done, I’m going to come back and chop your balls off.”

Shownu looked back at the other mafia leader. “I’m very sorry, we need to go”

“No problem, we can continue this deal when that little one is here.” Smiled the other leader.

“Thanks Jaebum.” Said Shownu helping you getting up. “How are you feeling baby?”

“Like shit. These contractions hurt like a hell and you were about to chose making a deal over me.”

Shownu laughed. “I’m sorry love. Now, let’s go have a baby!”

Wonho:

Left. Right. Duck, Uppercut. Left.

His body was in autopilot when he was in the ring. Nothing could stop him from winning. Nothing. Tonight was the biggest night of fights. Boxers from different gangs all gathered to beat each other up until only one boxer remained. The Clan needed that win.Wonho, who suffered a shoulder injury, hadn’t been in the ring in a long time and, because of that, The Clan dropped from the scoreboard.

Right. And his opponent was down. A smile crept on his lips as the other guy was dragged out of the ring.

Wonho turned around to talk to Shownu and to catch a glimpse of your face. You were, after all, his good luck charm. But as his eyes searched the crowd for you, he didn’t see you or Kinhyun, whom Wonho assigned as your personal nurse for the last nine month.

Wonho took his mouthpiece out. “Shownu where the fuck is my girlfriend?”

Shownu passed a hand on his face. “Don’t panic..”

“These words are doing the complete opposite Boss.” Cut Wonho. “Where is she?”

“She’s in labour, Kihyun took her to the hospital.”

“WHAT?!” Wonho screamed so loudly everyone looked at him. “I have to go, Boss I gotta go my baby girl is coming!”

Shownu jumped in the ring and grabbed a fistful of Wonho’s shirt. “No. You are not going.”

Wonho’s heart stopped. Was Shownu for real right now?

“But, Boss..” He started to protest.

“We need that win and we need that winning money so you’ll fight until you’re the only one left standing. Right now, she’s just having contractions and it can take hours before she’s ready to push. Kinhyun assured me that he was going to call when it’ll be time. Then, I’ll think about letting you go. Am I understood?”

Wonho’s next opponent was announce and the crowd started cheering.

“I hate you.” Said Wonho.

He put back his mouthpiece and went to work.

Minhyuk:

He barged in the hospital. Running around like a headless chicken

“Where, the fuck, is the maternity wing?” He wondered out loud

Every one looked at him in horror. He knew he looked awful but he didn’t care at the moment. All he cared about was finding you and Kihyun so he could rip his head off.

A nurse grabbed his arm. “Sir are you ok? You’re bleeding we need to attend to you right now.”

“What?” Asked Minhyuk. He wasn’t bleeding, what was this nurse talking about? He looked at his chest, where the nurse was staring. “Oh this,” he pointed at his bloody shirt, “don’t worry it’s not my blood. I’m fine but could you help me find the maternity wing? My wife just got admitted and I need to find her.”

“Sure, follow me. Do you know what room?”

Minhyuk was happy that nurse guided him because he would’ve never found your room. And he would’ve never found Kihyun waiting outside said room.

Minhyuk thanked the nurse before marching towards his friend.

Kihyun’s head shot up at the sound of Minhyuk’s feet hitting the floor. “I..I can explain!”

“You have ten seconds to explain why the hell you didn’t call me starting now!”

Minhyuk grabbed Kihyun by the shirt pushing him the wall.

“The explanation is very simple; you were in a gang fight.”

“Bullshit excuse. I told you to call me even if she hurts her little toe!”

“Yeah, well Shownu gave me orders to not call you when you were dealing with mafia stuff.”

Minhyuk released Kihyun’s shirt. He looked at the ceiling taking a deep breath. “That bitch.”

“You can deal with Shownu later, right now your wife is waiting for you.” Said Kihyun fixing his shirt.

“You’re right.”

Minhyuk grabbed the door handled ready to open it but was stop by Kihyun.

“Dude, you should change your shirt. I wouldn’t want to upset her right now if I were you.”

He looked down at his shirt then, looked back at his friend smiling. “Don’t worry, she’s seen worst” and entered your room.

Kihyun:

“Explain me how, you manage to get yourself shot every single time?” Asked Kihyun annoyed.

Every time the clan returned from a mission, Jooheon came back with a bullet in different part of his body. This time: his bicep.

“My natural luck I guess!” shrugged Jooheon.

Kihyun grunted. “I swear, next time I’m going to leave you to bleed on the carpet.”

“Now, now Ki baby.” You smiled rubbing your belly. “Fix Jooheon.”

“Yes ma’am.” Agreed your boyfriend taking out the equipment he needed.

“Thank you, Ki baby!” Laughed Jooheon

Kihyun didn’t waste anytime slapping Jooheon’s injured bicep making him screech in pain. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s attitude; he was incorrigible.

You loved to watch Kihyun work in the infirmary and every time he’d have to fix a member you made sure you had a front row seat.

As you watched your boyfriend pull out the bullet out of Jooheon’s arm, you felt a contraction. You’d been having them since the morning. They weren’t consistent and you didn’t want to alert Kihyun because of some Braxton hicks. But, in the last hour, they’ve become regular. They were tolerable and you didn’t want to go to the hospital only for them to send you back home. You tried to concentrate on Kihyun to get your mind off of these contractions. You started to rub your belly hoping that’ll help them calm down, but a strong one hit you and you had to remember to keep breathing.

“Ki.” You called but he didn’t answer. “Baby.” Nothing again. You took a deep breath in; god this contraction was a bitch. “Kihyun, baby.”

“What?” He finally answered

“I think your son is coming.”

Kihyun stopped moving. “Like, right now?”

“Yes Kihyun right now!” You snarled

“Jeez, ok let me stitch up Jooheon and then we’ll go to the hospital alright baby?” He glanced at you. You nodded.

“That baby is so dramatic.” whispered Kihyun under his breath. “Deciding to come when I’m stitching someone up.”

“I wonder who gets it from?” You teased.

Hyungwon:

He was stationed on a rooftop across the street from one of their enemy’s base. Their boss had been threatening The Clan for some time now and Shownu had enough. He ordered Hyungwon to kill that bastard.

Hyungwon was ready. He was lying down on his stomach, the silencer was screwed on his rifle and he kept his eyes on the door of the base. He could stay like this for days if he needed to.

“Hey, Faces how is it going?” Asked I.M in his earpiece

“Good,” he answered, “I haven’t seen anything unusual and there’s,” Hyungwon looked at his watch, “only five minutes left before their boss leaves to go meet with his mistress.”

“Yeah, ok cool.” Replied I.M. “Just out of curiosity, when is Y/N due date?”

“In like a week. Why?”

“Oh, well that’s cool.”

Hyungwon felt the hesitation in I.M’s voice.

“Cobra, what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing.” Stuttered I.M. “Nothing is happening. Every thing is fine don’t worry.”

“You’re talking about my nine month pregnant wife of course I’m going to worry. Now I won’t ask again, or the next person I’ll shoot will be you, what is happening with my wife?”

“Ok, I’ll tell you but you have to promise me to not leave your post because Shownu is going to kill both of us and I’m too young to die!”

“Cobra.” Warned Hyungwon.

“Alright, alright Y/N is in labour right now. Bunny and her are at the hospital.”

Hyungwon didn’t answer, of course this would happen. He checked his watch: three minutes left.

“Cobra,” started Hyungwon, “send Party. I need a gateway driver in exactly three minutes.”

“Yeah I can do that!”

“And tell him to drive like a madman.”

“Got it buddy.”

He shook his head. He wasn’t even surprise that his child would decide to come when he was about to kill an enemy.

Jooheon:

He looked at his watch. His buyer was late. Why were they always late? He had other places to be: like bed with you. He knew you’d probably fall asleep soon and he wanted to get home before that. Jooheon would read a story to your belly almost every night since he found out you were pregnant. He called it daddy-daughter bonding time and he adored it. He loved that you would laugh at the voices he would make. He loved that you would always play with his hair as he read. He loved to cover your belly with kisses and he loved how you’d always tell him he was going to be a great dad. He couldn’t wait for his daughter to be born.

“Are you Jooheon?” Asked a voice bringing him out of his daydream.

“And you must be Mr. Lee!” Smiled Jooheon his buyer was finally here. If he got this over quickly he’d have time for his daddy-daughter time.

The man nodded.

“Good, “ started Jooheon, “then, let’s get started!”

As Jooheon started explaining the deal and terms that came with it, his phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket. Seeing Wonho’s name, he hung up. Wonho knew he was in the middle of a deal right now, why would he call?

“Sorry,” apologized Jooheon “where were we?”

His phone rang, again. It was Wonho, again. He hung up, again. Almost immediately, his phone started ringing; Wonho’s name flashing for the third time.

“You should answer.” Said the buyer. “It seems important.”

“Yeah,” laughed Jooheon “sorry about that.”

He was going to yell at Wonho when he’d come back.

“What do you want?” Spat Jooheon answering the phone.

“Finally you answered!” Breathed Wonho. “Y/N’s water just broke, we’re on our way to the hospital.”

Jooheon’s mind stopped functioning. It was happening, he was going to meet his little princess.

He turned to his buyer. “I’m very sorry, but my girlfriend is in labour right now. So if that’s ok with you, I’m going to leave and go to the hospital. We can finish this another time.”

“Yeah no problem, good luck!”

He nodded his head towards the buyer and started to walk back to his car.

“Bunny, which hospital?”

I.M:

His eyes were starting to water. They were so dry. He hadn’t blinked in what felt like hours, but he was so scared he was going to miss something important if he did that he just forced his eyes to stay open. Many will tell you that hacking a bank takes days and many people. Changkyun will tell you the same thing, but he can do it alone and in a matter of hours. He needed to get this done and quick. The rest of The Clan was waiting for his signal to rob the said bank. They needed the money and they needed people to know not to mess with them.

“These stupid banks are getting better at security.” He muttered to himself

His hands were cramping up, which is understandable from the amount of coding he’s been doing in the past two hours.

“Cobra, could you hurry up?” Asked Shownu in his earpiece.

“I’m doing everything I can Boss. But they’ve upgraded their system. It’s going to take a little longer.”

“You have fifteen minutes.”

Changkyun rolled his eyes. He tapped some more codes and then, the window on his screen changed. He was in.

“Fucking finally!” he exclaimed. “Now let’s shut all of the security down and we are good.”

He heard the door to his office open.

“Babe.” You said.

“Not right now angel. I’ve been hacking this bank for the past two hours and I just got in. I’ll come cuddle when all of this is over I promise.”

“I don’t care about cuddles right now. We have a problem. A baby problem.”

Changkyun’s eyes never left his screen. “What do you mean?”

“My water broke Changkyun. The baby is coming.”

“God damn it.” He sighed. “Ok, game plan, give me ten minutes to finish hacking. After that, we’ll leave for the hospital.”

“Alright, be ..” you tried to finish your sentence but you were hit by a contraction.

Changkyun looked up when you moaned in pain. “Breathe angel, breathe.” He pressed the enter key on his computer. “And I’m done!” He exclaimed getting up to walk to you.

“Grizzly, you guys can go, I shut all the security down.” Changkyun said in his walkie-talkie. “Also, Y/N’s water broke so we’re leaving for the hospital. If you need me, I’ll be busy having a baby!”

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ziracona · 3 years

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hey zira, what are your hot takes on all of the fo4 companions?

Haha, I don’t know how hot they are, but I can give you a speed run! (Also I am very excited to get this. FO4 was the first open world game I ever played and just the concept of that and the hugeness of the world and branching story & sudden feeling changes towards me in companion characters totally blew my mind, & it still lives rent free in my heart).

Ada, Old Longfellow, and Strong I /still/ haven’t maxed despite having too many hundred hours to want to list on this game—the former bc they were DLC, Strong because honest to god I left him at a nice settlement and then completely forgot about him and remembering that I am the energy in this Ryan O’Flanagan video but abt leaving my super mutant in a tiny settlement alone. I will get there! To max affinity I mean. But anyway, I don’t truly know those three, so my takes are incomplete. So far though, I really like Ada. She is a good girl just trying her best. Fucks me up I can tell her to self destruct. Even though I feel sure she would ignore me, I cannot imagine ever saying that to her. It was really sweet she was willing to forgive the Mechanist and move on with her life. A good girl. Longfellow I am maxing rn (was last time I played anyhow). I enjoy him. Gruff grumpy old man but he seems quite decent and I like his idle banter and when he sings to himself a lot. Seems like he’s had it rough. Strong I liked. He’s wild, and I loved how insane meeting him was, and am worried about him eventually understanding poetry and how that might mess up his sense of world understanding. But he’s a chill dude in his own way and I am glad they gave us at least one nice super mutant.

For the companions I actually do know like the back of my hand, the speedrun:

Nick Valentine: Best man on earth. One of two fictional characters I ever called husband. I would die kill or live for him. I want to be 1/4th the man Nick Valentine is. One of the best characters ever period and I adore literally everything about him. It fucked me up early in game where right after he offered to basically risk destroying his mind to help a stranger look for her son, he asked me how I was doing. First character in the entire game to do that. His first companion dialogue is abt how you’re doing TuT. The man is very kind and forgiving and fair, but knows when the draw the line and take no shit. Emotionally mature, kind, caring, longsuffering. Incredibly damaged and broken by life, but holding on and living kindly and to help others anyway. One of the four most marryablen fictional men I’ve ever seen.

Preston Garvey: Brave, kind, sweet man. I would defend him with my life. He really just wants so bad to make the world better and life has been so hard, but he’s still trying. A beautiful and underrated companion and I would throw hands for him on sight. I adore how he whistles. A true and gentle and loyal friend. Take him to Quincy and let him get his justice it’s what he deserves. People who hate him because he tries to get help helping civilians in that game are weak. I love him so much... please give him enough time to reach max affinity he’s so worth it.

Deacon: *To the tune of You Are My Dad* You are my friiiiend! You’re my friend! (Boogie woogie woogie). Initially, he pissed me off bc he lies all the god damn time, but after we got close enough he actually trusted me, he stole my heart and I would also die for Deacon. He’s a really good person who thinks he’s shit because of who he was on his past. Also him 🤝 Preston: massive survivor’s guilt. They should be friends. Poor Deacon has been the last member of the Railroad like four times, and it’s awful. Help him. Give him love and support. He’s one of my all time faves. Also, Railroad hands down best faction and if you kill them for any reason other than like a walkthrough route video and I ever get the chance I would 100% clock you in the face as hard as I can, like going for losing teeth, and feel no guilt. I know it’s a game and that’s wrong, and I’d be wrong, but I’d still do it. Also, Ryan Alosio (his VA) saw me do cosplay for Deacon once and told me it was great and it filled me with even more love. Anyway Deacon is great. Also, his whole “There are other organisations out there. And, in time, I'm sure they're going to spoon-feed you their own patented form of bullshit. Ignore the verbage and look at what they're doing. What they're asking you to do. What sort of world they'd have you build and how they're going to pay for it.” Is one of the like, two most iconic quotes in all of FO4 & just super good in general.

Hancock: Hardcore badass man but also a good dude and a champion for the people. Man really puts his money where his mouth is and you gotta respect that; another favorite companion for sure. Big fan of the way he stabs a guy for you upon meeting, and is a cool leader who organized his crime and does a decent job actually leading. He works hard to help people and bites back hard. Social justice advocate, dangerous man about town, not afraid to cosplay a revolutionary war hero 24/7 & u gotta respect the no fucks given attitude. A chill dude. Like that he fights the institute, hates the Brotherhood, helps the Railroad, and is friends with Nick. He’s legit af. Also, his VA gives a different answer every time someone asks him about the voice he did for hancock and they’re funny af.

Piper Wright: A cool spunky lady. Lois Lane on the case, kicking butt, and taking name. She’s nice but also hardcore and smart, supportive, fun. A good person. You always get points if you like Nick (which most companions do), and they’re good friends. She’s funny and I love her. A good heart.

Codsworth: He’s great. He’s family. He’s like my...weird brother. Getting to max affinity is heartwarming and also makes my heart go :’-] . Great early-game companion bc he kicks ass and doesn’t need stims to heal. I love getting called by my name and think that was a great feature (well, my PC’s name). He’s a wonderful funky little robot dude and I am so glad he likes me.

Dogmeat: Amazing. A good boy. Doggo of the year. His actor deserved the game award she won. Cute, full of love, and plays with a teddy bear if you give him one. 100/10z

Cait: I like her a lot. She’s been through so much shit, and it makes sense she is how she is. I like they actually gave her an emaciated and messy (though still pretty) design, since she is a drug addict. And that they make her main quest about taking that seriously and wanting to get help, and that she’ll call out the player if they fuck around and do drugs in front of her after she gets rehabilitated. Her relationship to the PC if good is really sweet, and I am a fan. I like that while she’s not sympathetic to synths and thinks they aren’t people, she forgets that every time Nick walks into a room and is like “Oh hey Nicky : )”. She’s a good girl who has been through a lot and still needs time to heal and find herself, but she’s making great strides.

Robert Joseph MacCready: Human disaster (loving). Homeboy a goddamn /mess/ but I love him. He tries so hard to be cool. I love he makes you pay him to come with, then chickens out and gives it back lol. A fool ball of anxiety and bad decisions and what he thinks brovado is. I wish he, Preston, and Deacon would quit fighting, bc I am always like “ :’-] </3 Boys Please” when they swap out, but I love them just the same. He’s doing his best, he’s just stupid and a fool. Like Philip J Fry. Keeping his goddamn soldier toy, which somehow is listed as junk instead of sent to Misc with quest items where it would be fine, safe?parylizes me with fear. I’ve lost 2 hours of gameplay reloading an old save bc I accidentally lost it.

X6-88: A more complex one to answer about. He’s bad, but like, I’m pretty sympathetic to how he got that way. He was created in a lab and had his emotions mostly dragged out of him in intense psychologically damaging training so he would be a weapon and view himself as an object. I was relieved he chose me over the institute even if he wasn’t a fan of the chocie, and think that means there’s a lot of hope for him. Wish he’d chill the fuck out and quit intimidating civilians for 6 god damn seconds, but I like him. I bring him fancy lad snack cakes home from travels all the time, bc Synths are supposed to like them. Really like that he’s the /most/ sympathetic companion towards Danse in Blind Betrayal, even though he should not be programmed for that, and Danse hated him and made it clear any time they interacted.

(EDIT) Curie: I FORGOT HER BABY IM SO SORRY. I like Curie a lot, despite the fact I temporarily forgot she existed. I stg I thought she was in here. Uhhh, okay. Curie: like her character and personality, HUGE un-fan of both the way her desire to get a synth body is to be ‘more real,’ as if Codsworth isn’t a fully realized person while the same robot type she is, instead of just like. Because it would make her happy. ALSO hate how much of a Born Sexy Yesterday she is, even intentionally in not-determinate affinity talks. It’s gross. But her herself, I like a lot. She’s my daughter and I will protect her. She works at The Castle right now as their on-site medic.

Paladin Danse: I know I’m gonna take heat for this but honestly? He didn’t do much for me. I like that he looks and sounds kinda like Buzz Lightyear, and that’s fun, but idk at all why people think he’s so hot. He’s very boring & generic looking to me. Like you’re valid! Taste all be different. But he doesn’t do it for me personally in looks or personality. I don’t at all like, hate him. Or even dislike. Tbh I am fairly neutral on him. It was funny making affinity with him though. Every other companion I had maxed, I liked more and more with each affinity talk. They’d be like “So my dad was a minuteman and died and I want to honor him” or “I just want to really feel like I’m a person, for real, myself, and I am glad I met you, because the good we have achieved together is ours, even if I can’t be sure of anything else,” or “My brother threw the cultural minorities out of our city for clout bc the rich citizens were all racist, and I tried to help—I snuck them food to the unsafe ruins they set up in for weeks, but eventually, they just vanished, and I still bear immense guilt and self-hatred over not having stopped that.” And Danae’s would be like “One time a buddy of mine got kidnapped by super mutants. They turned him into one of them, and they’re all abominations, so I killed him and it made me really sad.” And I was just like “...Oh danse. I really wanted to like you more. But what the fuck.” His relationship to Haylen is sweet though. And ofc I saved him in Blind Betrayal. I blew up the Prydwin so he’s safe now too, and he lives in the garden by my house and tells me how glad he is we’re friends, and I’m p into that. Overall, my feelings on him are not strong at all though.

Porter Gage: Not a fan. Like, I appreciated he helped me kill the old boss, sure. And bc I owed him for that, I went to max affinity to see what there was to him as a person. And like, as far as raiders go, he was okay. But he wasn’t deeply sympathetic, and he’s a slaver, and if you try to liberate the slaves he and the others own, he /will/ turn on and attempt to murder you immediately, no matter how close you were, so he made his choice, and it was to be a bad person and an asshole to the last. Really enjoyed the VA’s work a lot on him tho.

And there you have it 👈👈😎. Thanks for asking!

#ask #anonymous #fallout 4 #fo4 #god I love them so much. I was really proud I kept all the OGs too. everyone but Gage. who had to go but it’s his own choice and fault 🤷🏻‍♀️#GOD far harbor was a good dlc. it’s like the main quest choice again but way more condensed and twice as f ked up. my poor MC had only #come to terms just before with all the lives she took & started healing #doing bad things she did not want to do & knew he would know about and think less of her for doing. but she did them. 😔 bc of course she did #then she had to choose between letting the dude she loved be hurt in a way he wouldn’t recover from & torpedoing her relationship to him by #she loves Nick and if it’s him or her it’s always gonna be her #I was SUFFERING. a lot. but I also loved it #don’t come into my inbox and clown about liking Danse please or Gage. idc at all #like you are welcome to your opinion I’m not gonna try to convince you /not/ to like him. plz do me the same courtesy & respect my right to #have an opinion u may not like

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browneyedhimbo · 4 years

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Like Father Like Daughter

Pairing: FirstOrder!Dad!Poe X daughter!Reader

Summary: [Y/N] Dameron is easily one of the best TIE pilots the First Order has. But fighting all day long brings back horrible memories; for both her and her father. One mission hits a little too close to home.

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood, dead mom, flashbacks, mentions of death, nightmares, explosions, angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count: 5k

A/N: First Poe fic y’all! This was co-written with the amazing @writingforhoursonend! This was honestly so much fun and I really hope you all enjoy it! Also, check out her blog, she’s an angel! 《Masterlist 》

Bright orange and blue flames erupt around you as you chase after the X-Wings in front of you. You smirk as you hit yet another one, sending the metal scraps to float over the galaxy.

“Good job, Dameron. One more left,” Kylo’s voice could be heard over comms.

“Got it,” you chased after the last X-Wing, locking in on it. Bright red blasts light up the dark sky, the aircraft exploding. “That’s how it’s done!” You cheer, cockiness clearly showing. It was no surprise that you got it straight from your father, Captain Poe Dameron.

“Nice job. Head back to base,” Hux instructs. You roll your eyes, distaste for the man equal to your fathers.

“Kiddo,” Your dad voice echoed in your ears, “We’re picking up multiple heat signatures jumping into the—”

“Shit!” You yell, hearing shots being fired and seeing blasts narrowly miss you. “How many?!” You swerve, barely dodging the beams.

“I’m looking at five. Pull back, we'll send in more TIE’s for back up.”

“No, I got this!” You start pressing various buttons on the control panel, trying to shift the TIE into an even higher combat level. Looking around, you spot an old, dark abandoned warship. As you keep dodging blasts, you scan the ship and conclude it is in fact, abandoned. An idea pops into your head and you change your course of direction, heading towards the ship.

“[Y/N], I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. Just wait for backup,” Poe tries to reason with you, but you’re just as hard-headed as he is.

“I can do it!” you yell, getting closer to the ship.

“Sergeant Dameron, if you think you can get a clear shot, take it.” Kylo states, interrupting your father. That was the only go ahead you needed.

You shift in your seat, ready to take on whatever those resistance scums have left. Maneuvering your TIE fighter to duck under the abandoned ship at the last second, you spin to face the X-Wings that followed. You’re able to get one, blowing it up, and using the explosion as a cover to fly backwards and spin up.

“Come on!” You yell, looking behind you at the other four. Spinning around, you’re able to keep dodging the green blasts. There was an opening on the side of the ship and with quick calculations you decided the fighter would fit.

“No kid, it’s too tight,” your dad tells you over comms. You groan as you frantically start pressing some buttons, getting ready to go through.

“You gotta trust me on this pops,” you smirk. Looking back again, you make sure the X-Wings are still in pursuit. A small chuckle escapes past your lips as you gun it towards the opening at an alarmingly fast speed. You span as you enter through it, shooting the top of the opening so the debris would fall onto the X-Wings.

“Yeah! Three down, two to go!” You whoop, spinning inside the abandoned ship while making sure not to hit the walls. Laughing as the X-Wings follow you, you three play chase through the ship. There was another opening at the far end with a bridge over. A smirk lands its way onto your lips as you plan for your next move.

You didn’t bother to look back this time to see if they were following, speeding towards the other end of the opening. You lock your canons on the bridge and as soon as you pass under you spin the fighter and shoot it, making it fall on another X-Wing.

“Hell yeah!” You pump your fist, slowing down the TIE and facing it towards the ship. “Wait, that was—”

“Kid, look out!” Your dad cuts you off as blasters start firing at you.

“Oh shit,” you mumble, grabbing the joystick to dodge them. You speed around the side ship trying to get rid of the last X-Wing, but the damn bastard is good. Looking at the warship again, you notice the destroyed top with pieces of metal sticking up and about.

Racing to the top, you dodge the blasts being fired at you and maneuver the TIE around the occasional piece of debris. Green blasts hit rusted grey steel, turning it into orange and black smoke. Mumbling curses as you realize the smoke would cloud your vision, you try to look around for a distraction. Another explosion goes off but this time, some of the debris crashes into the side of your fighter.

“Oh fuck!” You scream as red lights go off accompanied by loud beeping. Frantically pressing some buttons, you’re able to stabilize the TIE for time being and keep going. “Dammit,” you pant, trying to get some air into your now burning lungs.

Looking back, the X-Wing is still hot on your tail. Grunting, you start blasting an old cannon that was in front of you, causing it to blow up. Using the smoke from the explosion to your advantage, you fly up and spin back, doing a backflip with the fighter which landed you behind it.

“Bye bitch!” You yell as you get a target lock and fire. Speeding your fighter through the explosion, you breathe a long sigh of relief.

“Top job Sergeant, head back to base.” Kylo tells you.

“Don’t plan on goin’ anywhere else, sir,” you chuckle before speeding towards the direction of the Finalizer.

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You jump out of your TIE, body aching as your feet hit the silver metal. Nodding to some stormtroopers that were there to check on your ship, you take off your helmet while detaching the oxygen tubes and squint, eyes trying to adjust to the harsh lighting of the hangar. Casting a look around, you thankfully don’t see your father anywhere. Maybe he wasn’t going to be mad at you this time.

Starting your way towards the tunnels, you immediately spot your dad exiting out into the hanger. Gulping, you turn around and jog towards the confused stormtroopers, yelling at them to give you your TIE back. You were not going to be yelled at today.

“[Y/N] Dameron!” You hear from behind you in a booming voice. Kriff. Seems like you were. Sighing, you turned around to face your father’s fast-approaching figure, forcing a smile.

“Hey, dad—”

“What was that back there?” He inquires, voice cold and void of emotion.

“Come on pops, I’m tired—”

“Answer me, Sergeant.” You clench your jaw.

“Supreme Leader Ren gave me the go-ahead to get rid of the five X-Wings, and I did so successfully. Case closed, Captain.” You walk past him and start heading towards the tunnels once again, feeling half the hangar’s gaze on you two. He senses it too and follows you into the halls, waiting until he knows nobody can see or hear you two.

“You could’ve died,” he starts in a low voice and you roll your eyes, just wanting to get back to your quarters.

“Sergeant Dameron,” you hear Kylo’s voice from behind you. You turn to face him, forcing a smile.

“Supreme Leader Ren,” you nod in response.

“Good job on getting rid of the X-Wings. You may be more capable than what I previously thought, which is impressive.” You can’t help but grin at his words, knowing your dad was seeing red.

“Thank you, sir.” You gave a curt nod. The last thing you expected was your dad stepping up to Ren.

“She almost died and you’re congratulating her?” You have to bite your lip to keep your jaw from dropping, realizing your dad had lost all sense of control.

“The mission was a success.” Ren cocks an eyebrow, controlling himself.

“She almost died,” he reiterates, motioning to you. “Do you want to get rid of your best pilot?”

“Don’t you dare speak to me in that way, Captain Dameron,” Kylo warns, starting towards him. His hand moving to his lightsaber alarms you and without thinking, you step in between both of them and hold up your hands.

“That’s enough. Everyone’s had a long day. You two can kill each other in the morning, but I want to take my shower first.” You may just be a sergeant, but coupled with your lineage, impressive combat skills, and stubbornness, nobody wanted to mess with you. Even Kylo Ren knew better than to go against you when you were mad.

Kylo looks from you to your father, giving him a snarky look before turning around and heading off. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turn to face your dad. Now you were seeing red.

“Are you trying to get yourself kicked off of the Finalizer?” You nearly scream at him, still shocked by his actions.

“Are you trying to die?” He retorts.

“Me? He can kill you without even touching you and everyone knows it!”

“A correctly aimed blast from an X-Wing can kill you and everyone knows it!” He mocks.

“You’re impossible,” you dismiss, heading towards the elevator. He could lecture you all he wanted in the morning, but right now, all you wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and go to bed.

“Don’t you dare ignore me!” He yells at your back.

“I’m not ignoring you!” You call out, shrugging. Pressing the button to summon a turbolift, your ears pick up the sound of his footsteps and you become even more annoyed. Maker, why wouldn’t he just leave you alone?

The turbolift arrives and you step inside; to your dismay, your dad steps inside as well but doesn’t say a word, standing opposite you.

“What do you want?” You groan, crossing your arms. You can see the hint of a smirk at his lips. You weren’t the only one who took pleasure in annoying people. Like father, like daughter.

“What I want to know is why you pulled that stunt back there. You knew you could hold them off long enough for backup to arrive.” He presses the button for your floor and the turbolift starts to drop.

“Because I knew I could do it.”

“But you also could’ve died doing it.”

“But I didn’t,” you motion to yourself, trying to point out that you were perfectly fine, exempt from a concussion and the occasional bruise.

“But you could’ve.” You sigh in frustration, taking notice of how long was left until you’d reach your floor. The engineers need to make these things faster.

“Why is it that you can put your life at risk and I’m not allowed to oppose that, but when I put my life at risk you lose it?” You snap, glaring at him.

“Because you’re a child!” You just chuckle quite hysterically, shaking your head.

“You should’ve thought about that before teaching me how to fly at eight years old!” He stops and you bite your lip, running a hand through your hair.

“Are you saying you only fly because of me?” You shake your head vigorously, irked by the fact that he wouldn’t try to understand you.

“No, I’m saying…” You sigh, unaware of how to put it into words. “You can’t treat me like a kid anymore. That’s what I’m saying.”

“But you’re my daughter.” You give him a sad smile.

“Not on a mission. On a mission I’m Sergeant Dameron. It’s like mom always used to say, right?” You don’t mean for your voice to choke, seeing him freeze up. “Mission before the man.” You eye her black helmet in your hands, tracing over the silver phrase DN-1574 on the side.

Your code was DN-2187, but you used her helmet after she died. Every time you saw the helmet, it reminded you of your mom. You weren’t sure why you tortured yourself that way. Every single day, it would hit you as hard as it had when you first witnessed it.

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“DN-1574, what’s your status?” Kylo speaks into his comm, eager for any sign of what modifications had been made to the X-Wings. Intel had revealed that there were major upgrades being made to the Resistance’s aircrafts, but nobody knew what those upgrades were.

“Just taking out rebel trash, as usual. No sign of anything new, though.” You purse your lips, already starting to have a bad feeling about this. “I’m already running photos I have against their old blueprints. Does anything seem off about the energy blasts? Are they more powerful? What about their targeting? Are the aircrafts gliding better?” It seems that you were equally as eager as Ren to find out what the Resistance had in store for you all and shoot it down as soon as possible.

“Already checked for all that, darling. Either the intel is wrong or they’re saving the best for last.” Goddamnit, what were they doing?

“Copy.”

“I count two squadrons of at least sixty each. Could that be it?” Your dad’s voice crackles in your ear. You zoom out on your datapad, checking for foreign heat signatures in the galaxy Eral where they were fighting. “117” pops up on the bottom right side of your screen.

“Dad, they have one hundred and seventeen units out there right now. We have…three hundred nineteen. And no, that can’t be it. Intel said modifications, not an increase in quantity. There’s something that we’re not seeing,” your voice strains.

You glance back at your datapad, quickly tracking your parents then turning your attention to the cross-checking of blueprints and new photos from the battle. Nothing. You let out a disappointed sigh, stood up, and starting to pace, staring intently at your datapad as if your cold stare could make something pop up.

“Why are you pacing?” Hux’s shrill voice causes you to roll your eyes.

“Why are you questioning me?” You retort, eyes turning to daggers. To your satisfaction, he just sinks lower in his seat and doesn’t say anything. Thirteen year olds weren’t allowed in the control room, but your lineage made you an exception. Needless to say, you were a diamond in the rough even without your last name, but it had given you a nice head start.

“There’s another squadron approaching. Maker, where are they getting all these people?” You scrunch your eyebrows, checking for more foreign heat signatures in the galaxy. Nothing. Glancing back up at the main screen in front of the control room, you find the contents identical to what was on your datapad.

“DN-1364, what are you talking about? We’re not seeing anything.” The confusion is evident in Ren’s voice. You furiously tap on your screen, pulling up the live footage from your dad’s TIE.

“Holy shit.” He was right. X-Wings were practically swarming your units, taking one out every five seconds.

“Why can’t we see them?!” The control room remains silent, nobody daring to answer Kylo. “Does anyone know why or am I sitting in a room full of imbeciles?” You bite your lip, not knowing whether to tell him or not.

“They’ve upgraded their heat shields. So much so that our satellites and ships can’t pick up their signatures. It was just a rumor, but it seems it’s true.”

“And how exactly do you know this?” You resist the urge to break Hux’s nose, clenching your fists.

“I have informants; do you not?” You quip, silently hoping he’d bite back so you could have an excuse to punch his lights out.

“DN-1574 to all available units. I have at least seven on me. I repeat, I have at least seven on me. Someone cover me.” Your head snaps from Hux to your datapad, quickly removing the footage from your father’s TIE and putting up your mom’s. Holy—

“Are there any available units?” You practically scream into your comm, trying to stay calm.

“Control Room, this is FN-8691. I’m leading my fleet towards DN-1574.”

“Copy.” You try to keep your voice steady, but there’s this horrible feeling that you just can’t shake. “Mom, are you doing okay?”

“I’m doing fine, darling. Focus on getting us numbers.” You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, increasing the intensity of your tracking devices. What really bothered you now was that the map was of no use; the only thing you guys could go off of was live footage.

“Honey, I’m on my way. Keep leading them on and I’ll shoot them up from behind.” Your dad advised through the comms. You split the main screen into three parts: the footage from your mom’s TIE, your dad’s TIE, and the leader of the squadron that was going to cover. Your eyes don’t waver from the screen, forcing your brain to process all the videos at once.

“I see an abandoned ship; I’m heading towards it. I’ll fit, but hopefully the X-Wings won’t.” No. No, no, no, that wouldn’t work.

“Mom, it’s too tight. You won’t be able to fit. It’ll tear off a wing.” Your eyes were wide as your heart pumped faster, staring at her live footage on the screen.

“Sweetheart, if [Y/N]’s saying it’s too tight, then it’s too tight. She has the satellite images.” Your dad agreed with you.

“I’ve been doing this longer than both of you have. Watch.” You gasp as she tilts at a ninety degree angle, somehow making it through the opening. “What did I tell you?” You smile, knowing exactly where your cockiness came from.

“Alright, I’m running them off. [Y/N], any progress on the trackers?” Oh crap, the trackers. Reviewing your datapad, you nearly throw it onto the table.

“Nothing. Zip, zero, nada. I’m going to turn the intensity all the way up. Also, FN-8691, DN-1574 is secure. You’re clear to go back to your assigned sector.”

“Copy.”

You slide the intensity bar all the way up, hoping that you’d get something. Nothing. Again. Groaning in annoyance, you start pacing once again, racking your brain to try to figure out something, anything.

“Little one, don’t pace. It shows weakness.” You give Kylo a curt nod, knowing you can’t say anything to him but wanting to punch him nonetheless. Fuck [Y/N], he can read thoughts. Stop it. Pulling yourself together, you glance back up at the main screen, taking a second to process what you were seeing on your mom’s monitor.

“Mom, there’s a—” you’re cut short by the overwhelming metal screeching in your ear and a third of the main screen going black. “Mom? Mom! Can you hear me?”

“Shit, she just crashed!” Your dad yells, stating the obvious. “Someone get these X-Wings off of me! I’m going to check her status!” The panic in his voice only worries you even more.

“Mom, can you hear me?” You try again, praying that you’d get an answer. Static is all that you receive. You can practically feel the entire room’s gaze on you, waiting for a reaction. You have to go. You have to find her. Reaction they wanted, and reaction they were going to get.

You throw your datapad on the table, grabbing your helmet and take off towards the exit of the room. Running through the halls towards the nearest turbolift, you try your best to breathe steadily. Don’t pass out. Just keep breathing. She’ll be okay. She always is. Always.

“Come on!” You scream at the lift, repeatedly smashing the button to call it. “Worthless piece of junk!”

“Her TIE is in flames. I’m getting out.” Oh shit. Shit, shit shit. You run into the lift, almost breaking the button for the hangar. You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually the doors open and you burst into the hangar, fastening your helmet onto your suit and looking around for a TIE.

“Hey!” You yell at a stormtrooper, who turns around, confused. “Give me that TIE!” Pushing him to the ground when he tries to protest, you jump inside and close the hatch, locking it.

“We have an unauthorized takeoff in Bay 4. I repeat, unauthorized takeoff in Bay 4.” You roll your eyes as you sit down, starting the TIE up.

“Ren, tell these stormtroopers to stand down!” You scream into your helmet, looking at the fast-approaching white and red suits.

“What is she talking about? Oh maker, is she leaving? Ren, you can’t let her leave!” You can hear the agitation in your dad’s voice. Flipping a switch on the dashboard, you push the speed lever up all the way. Flying out of the hangar at full speed had serious consequences, but you couldn’t care less. The gate closing catches your attention, alarming you.

“I don’t think I can stop her now, Dameron. She’s practically out of the hangar.”

“Someone tell these kriffing idiots to keep the gate open!” You could feel the TIE vibrating and you grip the joystick, getting ready to speed through however big the opening would be. The TIE shoots forward, causing you to be thrusted against the back of your seat. You were going to make it. It was narrow, but you’d make it through. You had to. The irony of the situation nearly makes you laugh, but you’re too focused on getting out. You were almost there. Fifty meters. Twenty-five. Ten.

“Fuck yes!” You scream, barely making it out of the opening.

“Poe?” You can hear your mom’s raspy voice in your helmet and your eyes start to tear up, blurring your view of various bright stars against the pitch black landscape of the galaxy. You were in the battle zone now.

“I’m here, love. I’m here,” his voice cracks and you slam the speed lever once again, but you know this is as fast as the TIE can go. It isn’t fast enough. Speeding past different X-Wings, you don’t even try to shoot any down. The only thing you’re concerned about is getting there in time.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” A sob escapes you and you throw your head against the seat.

“I’m coming, mom. I’m on my way.” Your voice cracks, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. The ship is in your sights and even from how far you are, you can see the red orange flames of the explosion. Oxygen pocket, you think to yourself.

“I’m not going to make it, Poe.” Your heart stops but you keep piloting, pushing the joystick as far forward as it can go without breaking. You were almost there.

“Don’t talk like that. It’s all going to be okay. We’re going to get you to the medical wing and you’re going to be just fine.” Hearing the crack in your dad’s voice makes your heart clench as more tears start cascading down.

You land about fifty meters away from the explosion, unlocking the hatch and taking a second to get used to the different level of gravity. Where were they? Your eyes catch movement just behind the crash, someone in a black suit. Dad. Sprinting towards your parents, you rip off your helmet once you’re past the crash and skid to a stop next to your mom.

“Hey, she’s here,” you hear your mom say in a faint voice. Her state was desolate. The blood splatters on her face and her scratched up flight suit made you start crying harder. “Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.”

“You’re going to make it out. You’re going to live.” You repeat it like a mantra, as if saying it enough times could make it come true. “Right?” Looking up at your dad, you realize he’s as heartbroken as you are. No. She wasn’t. He pulls her closer, stroking a hand through her hair as his whole body trembles.

“Look after our baby girl, okay?” She looks up at him with tears in her eyes and he breaks, nodding his head as a sob escapes past his lips.

She turns to you and you grab her hand, not able to say anything. It was all too much for your mind to process. “I love you more than anything else in the world. Don’t forget that.” You nod, letting out a soft whimper.

“I love you too. And I’ll never forget you,” you barely manage to whisper, watching her close her eyes.

“She’s gone.” You had no idea those words would haunt you for years.

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“You still blame me, don’t you?” Your father’s words shock you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t blame you. I never did.” He arches an eyebrow and you shake your head. “I only ever blamed the Resistance. It’s the Resistance’s fault. Why do you think I didn’t stop flying? Didn’t stop fighting? I want them to pay for what they did to Mom.”

“I know you do, but I can’t lose you too.” The turbolift comes to a stop at your floor, and you give him a sad smile before stepping out.

“You won’t.” He sighs at your words, watching you walk away.

“One can only hope,” he whispers to himself as he steps out, walking in the opposite direction towards his own quarters.

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Later that night, Poe kept tossing and turning in bed, his mind buzzing with ‘what ifs’ as he kept playing out the mission you were just on. It was too similar, too close. The entire time you were weaving your way through the abandoned warship, the memories played out like a movie. His heart was hammering in his chest and all he wanted to do was drag you back to the Finalizer and hold you.

Ever since that day, sleep came rarely to him. His mind would play tricks on him as his heart would ache, the big king sized bed swallowing him whole. When he did sleep though, nightmares would plague his dreams. And tonight, he dreamt of the crash. Only this time, when he went to pull the body out of the TIE, it was you.

Panic set in his chest as he stared down at your lifeless body. Shaking his head he started checking for a pulse, but couldn’t find one. Hot tears started streaming down his face as the lump in his throat grew.

“No,” he smoothed out your blood soaked hair. His voice cracked as the heat of the flames from the leftover explosion did nothing to calm his trembling body. “Not my little girl.” Loud sobs bounced off of cold rusted metal.

“Not my baby,” he pressed his forehead to your now cold one. The burning in his chest intensified as well as the ringing in his ears. Hiccups turned into whimpers. He pulled back taking in your state, cuts and bruises littered your face, a face of pure innocence. A gut wrenching sob left him, screams and pleas of hurt and regret filling in the sound of silence.

Poe bolted up in a cold sweat, looking around the room frantically. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands wracking in his hair, as he curled into himself. Trying to control his breathing, he tugged at the soft curls, needing a sense of grounding. Closing his eyes he was met with the image from his nightmare. Digging the heels of his hands in his eyes, he tried to get rid of it, but it was already burnt into his mind. Cries sounded in the room. His throat hurt, his mind was racing a million miles a minute, and he felt dizzy. He needed to check on you. He needed to know you were okay.

Tossing the covers to the ground, he bolted out his quarters and ran straight to yours. The moment he stood in front of your door he froze. You’ve never seen him in this state; he made sure of that. But he needed to see you in one piece, so before he knew it he was knocking on your door.

When you opened it, the sight broke your heart. His eyes were puffy and red, tears stained his cheeks, his hair was a complete mess, and what made it worse was the quiver in his lower lip.

“Dad, what—” He cut you off, engulfing you in a tight hug. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around him, worry bubbling inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he cried into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating it, over and over again. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces.

“Sorry for what, pops?” You tentatively asked. He slowly pulled away, wiping away at his tears as he walked into your room and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Everything. I couldn’t make it on time to your mom,” he sniffed, “Then I didn’t make it on time to you.” Fresh tears started rolling down his already soaked cheeks, landing on his shirt and dampening the material.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” He averted his eyes from your gaze, hands wringing together nervously. Your worry grew immensely, never had you thought your dad could get like this. Tears started pooling in your eyes.

“I uh,” he cleared his throat, “Ever since t-the crash I’ve been… I’ve been having nightmares.” He still didn’t meet your eyes. You sat down next to him, a hand gently rubbing his back, a silent encouragement.

“It varies from it being about that day to,” he took a sharp inhale, his hands trembling,”...to you. Seeing you out there earlier and these nightmares,” one of his hands reached out to yours, “You’re the only thing I have left.” He said, finally looking at you.

Nodding slightly, you retract your hand from his back, setting it atop his. You swallow thickly, all your emotions coming up at once.

"That's why I'm such a hardass with you." He sighs. "Kiddo, when I say I can't lose you, I mean it. I don't know what I'd do with myself." He choked up.

"I'm sorry." Your whisper is just barely audible. Poe's face fills with confusion at your words. "For not listening. For always trying to act like I have something to prove. Being reckless," you mumbled the last part.

"Yeah, well, like father like daughter, huh?" he gives you a small wink, earning a heartfelt chuckle from you.

"You could say that." He looks at you, scanning your face. A small smile cracking on his lips as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. All he sees is his little girl, his flesh and blood.

"I love you," he says with such strong emotion, bringing you into another hug, cradling you to his chest as he did when you were younger.

"I love you too dad," you cried, airing out your emotions. And it felt good.

Damerons were known to be tough, cocky, badasses who flew and fought. But to you, your dad was your best friend, your rock, your guide. And you wouldn't trade him for the world.

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years

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Meet the Parents

Requested by anonymous: “Could you maybe do one where her and reader are on a mission and reader gets a call about a family emergency and the reader brings Helena and they’re still in their clothes from the mission and Helena meets the readers family for the first time?”

Requested by anonymous: “hi, I’m the anon asking about you writing for Helena, could you possibly do where she saves reader and she takes care of reader and they end up falling in love??”

Pairing: Helena Bertinelli x fem!reader

Words: 3.2k+

A/N- I combined both requests to make them longer, I hope that's okay.

Warnings - swearing, injury mention, stabbing, and blood.

"You go that way." She instructs quietly, pointing past your left shoulder. You glance in that direction and then back at her as she points the opposite way. "I'll go this way. Find an advantage point then wait for my signal okay? We don't need a repeat of last time."

You roll your eyes. You messed up one time and she's never let you live down. "What about Dinah? Shouldn't she be here? This doesn't seem like a two-person job."

"We'll be fine," she assures you but you're not confident it will be. "Now go." Reaching out, you grab the woman's hand before she has a chance to walk away; pulling her back against you.

"Don't die," You don't expect her to, she was a trained assassin after all. If anything you were more likely to get hurt than she was but you'd grown used to saying that before a mission. Your lips collide in a quick unplanned kiss. She tasted oddly like coffee and you wonder when she had a chance to stop off and get some. Pulling gently on her bottom lip as you pull back, you do as instructed. Disappearing off to the left as she went right. Creeping silently behind large creates of what you assume are guns but could very possibly be drugs or anything else. Some criminals couldn't pick a particular trade; they just had to dabble in a few of them. You spy a dozen or so men stood around. The leader was obviously your target and he stood dead centre shouting about a shipment. The buzzing in your pocket catches you off guard and you panic as you pat yourself down. Shit. Luckily nobody else seemed to hear it and you let out a breath. It was just a text from your mom but the contents leave you conflicted. Spying Helena across the way, she meets your eyes with a disapproving frown. You hesitate for a second, pulling your eyes from the other woman and back to your phone before abandoning your post. This was important; surely she'd understand. Rushing outside, your hit by the cool mid-afternoon breeze. You suddenly felt very hot and suffocated in that large warehouse. Helena joins shortly after. You prepare for a lecture but she seems more confused than angry.

"What's up?"

"I..." You feel guilty now but you shouldn't. It was just one job. "can we do this another time? I gotta go."

"What do you mean?" She asks, taking a step closer as you take a step away. "Go where?"

"Home-" That's not right. You share an apartment with her and have for a while now. "I mean my parent's house. Would it be suspicious to get an Uber from here?"

"...yeah." She stated plainly. It probably wasn't wise to request one to an old creepy warehouse full of criminals. "If you tell me where it is, I can take you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," She nods, brushing some stray hair out of the way. The woman waves her hand dismissively. You had expected her to demand more of an explanation; you would but you were grateful she didn’t. "Yeah, of course. These assholes can wait."

Your parents only live a few hours away but you don't visit often. You're much too busy and frankly, you just never wish to do so. It's not that you dislike them, you love them very much, you're just not all that close as a family.

"So, are you gonna tell me why we dropped everything to come here or?" Helena trails off as you both walk up hand in hand up the front path. She was trailing just a few steps behind you.

"My grandma got rushed into hospital so my parents summoned me." You explain softly. "They're not always the most complimentary so please be nice, I've never brought anyone home with me before."

Face to face with the door, Helena ends up being the one to knock and she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be okay."

The door swings open and you find your father staring back. He hasn't changed much; he just looks slightly older. You could see the grey among his brown hair. The wrinkles that were just about there. "If it isn't my favourite daughter."

"I'm your only daughter, dad."

He offers up a smile as you brush past. "And she's brought a friend." As if on queue your mother appears in the living room just as you walk into it. It takes everything in you not to let go of Helena's hand. It wasn't that you were embarrassed, they just didn't know.

"Helena, these are my parents," you take a deep breath. "Mom and Dad, this is Helena Bertinelli, my... girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Your mother questions.

"Bertinelli? Like the Bertinelli massacre?" Your dad asks and your eyes go wide. You turn to check on Helena but she seems fine.

"Jesus, dad." You scold, surprised by just how quickly he brought it up. The massacre of a massive crime family gets around but he didn't need to bring it up the moment they meet.

"You... don't have to answer that."

"It's fine," Helena assures you. "Yes, that Bertinelli."

"I expected a girl but this definitely wasn't what I pictured- no offense... what was your name again? Helen?"

"Her name's Helena, mom." You huff.

Why are you both dressed like they're having a sale at the fancy dress shop?" Somehow that was both accurate and an insult. You had come straight from a mission, there was no time to change and your parents didn't know about the whole crime-fighting thing.

"Oh, we came from... work?" You explain with an awkward chuckle. "Is grandma okay? Or did you just bring me here to insult my outfit?"

It was like all the air in the room had been sucked out. Both parents went silent. Helena moves a little closer to you. "You should probably go see her," your mom mumbles quietly. "Your dad can take you."

The car ride to the hospital was filled with 80's throwback music and zero conversation. You sat in the back, Helena next to you with your father behind the wheel. Your mother stayed behind. Your grandma wasn't even awake when you went in. It was just dark and clinical. The beeping of machines all around. You couldn't stay there long; it was all just too much. You basically run out of the room, collapsing against the wall. Helena walks up alongside you. "Here," she holds out a plastic cup of water. You graciously accept, thanking her before taking a sip. "Are you okay?" You think about what she has asked. Of course, you weren't but you nod a little. "Look at me." You keep your eyes down. "Look at me, Y/N." Her voice was firmer this time and reluctantly, you glance towards her. "You don't have to be okay." You hold her gaze for a moment, she has such beautiful eyes. Swallowing hard, you wrap your arms around her and pull her close. Helena squeezes you tightly; tighter than she ever has before. Her hand smoothes over your back. She eventually pulls away, taking your hand instead and leading you towards the waiting area. It was empty.

"Were you close to her?" Helena asks softly, sitting down beside you. "You've just never talked about your family much before so-"

"I'm not really close with any of them," you interrupt softly. "But I was when I was younger- with my grandma, I mean. It's just... difficult when it's sprung on you, y'know? I don't know how I'm supposed to feel."

"I'm sure she'll be fine but even if she's not, you're not alone in this."

"I don't have that kind of relationship with my parents." You admit almost sadly.

"I didn't mean them," Helena replies, she places a finger under your chin pushing you to look at her. She wore the most gentle of smiles. "I know what it's like to lose family. I was so angry at the world but I will be here for you, every step of the way."

You can't help but smile back, resting your head on her shoulder. Your girlfriend puts one arm around your shoulder and you just sit there together; listening to the world around you pass by.

"You two ready to go?" You nod in response to your father's voice as he walked into view.

"Dad?" You call from a few steps behind him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if we stay the night?"

He hesitates, looking back at the both of you but continuing the journey to the car. "Of course not, We can make up the guest room."

"Is that okay with you?" You realise you forgot to ask Helena what she wanted. Of course, she could leave any time, it was entirely her decision. She nods a little in agreement and you're happy she does.

It was later than expected when you finally pull up outside your parent's house. It didn't feel like you had been gone that long but clearly, time was running a marathon today. At the kitchen table you're sat watching your girlfriend help out - or more so engage in a conversation - with your father. He'd basically forced her into it but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself. Your mother was sat across from you, silently filling in the crossword puzzle from today's paper.

"You got yourself a good one there," The comment from your mother was surprising. They could be incredibly judgemental and Helena wasn't always the best when it came to other people. You appreciated her trying. "She seems to really care about you."

"Hey Y/N." Your attention is drawn from your mother to your father. "Set the table would you?"

"Sure." You do as you're told, collecting the plates and cutlery; setting four places around the table. A silent look of concern from your girlfriend, you give her a small smile.

"So, how did you two meet?" Your father asks when you're all finally settled down for dinner.

"Well... it's a little complicated." God, it felt like a lifetime ago now.

***When you left the house today you never expected to end up in the middle of a fight. You also didn't expect to get hurt. Your arm was aching, your chest heaved. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. You managed to stay conscious enough to see someone grab you. It was a girl with a crossbow. She was giving you a ride somewhere; hopefully to a hospital but that was not the case. Probably a good thing considering you did not have the money or insurance to cover the visit. Instead, you were lying on an uncomfortable couch in a rather expensive looking apartment. The same girl comes marching over with a first aid kit, sitting down beside you. With soaked cotton wool, she attends to the injury on your arm. You can't help but flinch at her touch.

"Stay still," she growls. As much as it stings you manage to stay pretty still. It was only a scratch you could get through it. A tight bandage is wrapped around your upper arm. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

You nod slowly; hand shaking as you reach to take pull off your protective layer. The woman ends up having to help you; she gets your jacket off and pulls up your blood-soaked shirt. "Holy shit," She seems surprised. "Why didn't you tell me about this one first?"

"Sorry," you mumble weakly, eyes beginning to drift. "it's... it's my, uhm, first time being stabbed."

"Jesus." The woman slaps you clear across the cheek; you blink in shock.

"What the fuck?"

"I need you to stay awake until I'm done, okay?" You groan as you let your eyelids close. "I'm serious."

Staying awake was more difficult than it seemed to be. The pain was very much helping in that department as she tended to the wound but you just felt so tired. The world around you seemed to be fading. You bring your non-injured arm up to rub at your eyes. The woman applies pressure to your wound that earns a loud Yelp in pain. "I said stay awake."

"Hurry up," you whine.

"I didn't have to help you," she fires back sharply. "I could have left you to bleed out on the street so if I was you, I'd keep that mouth shut, okay?" You swallow hard, laying silently until she's seemed to be done. "Still tired?"

"Mhmm."

"Do you remember what happened?"

You thought back to the events and they were hazy but you could still relive them. "I... got in the uh... I got in the way so some dude stabbed me and then like... he shoved me aside. I hit my head on the floor when I collapsed."

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Hand shoved in your face, you count the fingers.

"Three."

"Do you feel sick?" You shake your head.

"Just very sore." There are no more questions so you snuggle against the cushions and drift off to sleep.

You're entire body is screaming in pain when you finally wake up. Sun streams through a crack in the curtains. You attempted to push yourself up but the pain was too much and you collapsed back down against the couch. "Good, you're awake. I wasn't too sure you were gonna make it."

"The hospital would have been a good start."

"Yeah, no." She doesn't even attempt to give you an explanation.

"I feel like shit." You cough a little as you struggle to roll onto your side. "Where are we?"

"You hungry?" She's stood in what you assume is the kitchen area, leaning back against the counter.

"No," you shake your head. "Who even are you?"

"Take these," she walks over and hands you a glass of water along with some pills. You hope they're pain killers. "I'm... Helena."

"Helena," you repeat, popping the pills into your mouth with a gulp of water. "That's a pretty name."

"Uh, thanks," she turns away from you entirely. This woman - Helena - she was pretty in a non-classical way. She seemed tense around you but that was probably because you are complete strangers.

"I'm Y/N." You tell her with a smile. "Thanks for helping me."

"It's fine." Her shoulders rise in a little shrug. "I'd recommend staying put for the next couple days. Unless you got somewhere to be then you're free to leave."

"Couldn't even if I wanted to," it'd hurt too much to get up never mind find your way back to your place where you lived alone. Glancing down, the patch she had put in place was stained deep red. You know you shouldn't but you can't help but press a finger against it; teeth gritting at just how intense the pain was. "I hope I get a scar."

"Why?"

"It'll be a cooler story if I have a scar." You explain. It's more believable if you have a scar too.

"Do you mind?" She points at your wound. You frown but let it go ahead. She peels back the gauze and cleans up the wound a little. You can't help but retreat from her touch. The very stern look you received in return very quickly brought you to a stop. A cheeky smile on your lips.

Helena was rather awkward to stay with. In the sense that you were both complete strangers and she clearly wasn't used to dealing with people. She was nice though. She brought you pain medication when you asked and food whenever she could. She even let you sleep in her bed while she slept on the couch. You told her it wasn't necessary but she insisted. The thing was that even being in such close proximity with her, you didn't learn much about her other than she was a very closed off person. She liked to keep to herself. Days turned into weeks and you were slowly but surely beginning to feel better.

It was still early; Helena was softly snoring away on the couch. You had everything prepared but you were too awkward to wake her up so you just waited patiently at her dining table. Popping one grape after another into your mouth.

"Good morning. What time do you call this?" You tease when you finally notice her begin to stir. It was only like nine a.m. but you'd been up since six so it felt much later. Days felt longer when you got up early. “I’ve been up for hours.”

"Hey," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes softly. "What are you doing?"

"I made you breakfast. It took twice as long because everything hurt but I got it done," you declare proudly. "By the way, you're now out of eggs and orange juice so you need to go to the store." Helena's lips curl up into a tiny smile as she joins you at the table.

"This is... nice. Thank you."

"No need to thank me," Now that she's here you finally feel like you can start eating so you pick up a fork and dig it into a piece of scrambled egg. "It's to say thank you for looking after me." Helena's smile grew just slightly before picking up the fork and digging in too. "I was thinking I should probably go home at some point." Helena nodded along. "But I was hoping that maybe... if you wanted to... we could like grab a coffee or something once I feel better?"

Helena freezes, meeting your curious gaze. You immediately regret your decision. "Or not. We don't have to if you don't want to- I just... I thought this was nice and I wanted to see you again but if you don't want to that's fine. Totally cool- forget I even said anything."

An awkward silence followed but after a few seconds, she spoke again. "I would like that,"***

"You got stabbed?" Your mum quarried, clearly surprised by your story. Your father, on the other hand, seemed more than amused

"Yeah, while ago. I have the scar of you wanna see? Without this one, I probably would have died."

"Guess we should thank you for keeping our girl alive." You dad adds.

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'm glad I did it." Your hand finds her thigh which you gently squeeze under the table.

Family dinner was nice. It was the first time in forever you had just sat down and had a nice meal. You watched a movie after before deciding to call it a night early. Today had been one hell of an emotionally exhausting day. Now you lay in the darkness. Helena was next to you but you weren't sure if she was awake or not until she turned onto her side to look at you. "How you holding up?"

"I'm okay," you decide, turning your head to look at her. "I just keep thinking about what you said in the hospital. It really helped."

"I'm glad," she declares. "I'm always here for you, Y/N. No matter what."

"I know," you nod, turning your entire body to her. "And I love you for that. I'm glad you're here."

"I love you." The girl taps you very gently on the end of your nose. "And I'm glad I'm here too."

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She's hilarious but there's two videos where she starts to speak more mumblingly

ok first of all these are brilliant and i'm losing my mind and i love you, thank you for curating these to me.

i will transcribe them in a bit but i just felt the need to leave this "little" (it's long sorry) note:

as someone who's been raised catholic i just want to say that she is pretty wrong about almost everything she said about catholics, and i say that as someone who hates catholicism with my whole mind body and soul and who's been traumatized by this stupid fucking faith to the point where i can't get into a church without breaking into sobs dauihdasiuh. the catholic guilt is real but catholics are absolutely allowed to divorce and use contraceptives, and also have sex before marriage. the first one is met with some guilt esp from women altho honestly i think it's more due to mysoginist reasons than religious reasons, and the second and third ones are commonpractice and if you say that it's wrong and bad everyone will think you're a fucking weirdo

and even with the divorce thing, while the guilt is there (im pretty sure half the reason my mom doesn't divorce is because she would feel guilty about it, although again, i feel like that's got very little to do with religion and way more with internalized mysoginy), i cannot stress enough that divorce is allowed, almost everyone i know has divorced parents and they're all catholics. the church's official position is kinda weird (as of now pope francis basically said that it's "morally necessary" in some cases but he also referred to ppl who divorced and remarried as "imperfect", but like, it hasn't been forbidden for years, so much so that people get second marriages at catholic churches literally all the time, and i kinda feel like ppl overestimate how much ppl care about what the pope says. at least here in latam, cuz we've always kind of freestyled religion since it was imposed on us anyway, but like... in my experience the average catholic practitioner is INCREDIBLY less conservative than the vatican and i feel like most people don't even know what the pope says or doesn't say. and i'm saying that as someone whose grandfather almost became a priest and only gave that up because he fell in love with my grandmother, and he's been a ferverent catholic his entire life. also two of his kids divorced, one married a divorced woman, one is gay and living together without marriage with his divorced boyfriend, one never married, and one had two kids before marriage which necessarily means that they fucked, and none of that was ever a problem to him. oh, also, my dad had divorced AND he was a buddhist when him and my mom married. currently he is a spiritist)

i think it might be possible that u technically have to ask for "permission" to the church to remarry in church, but in practice i think it's more of a ritualistic thing than actually asking for permission, cuz i've never met a single person who had them say no. it was pretty much "hey local bishop guy so my husband sucked and we divorced can i marry again" "sure lol". obviously it sucks that you even have to ask, but it's nowhere near as strict as people seem to think

the contraceptive thing is also absurd. like i cannot stress enough that my family would absolutely flip if they found out i DIDN'T use contraception. that was always something that my family reinforced very strongly, ESPECIALLY my grandpa. i've never met a single catholic who does not teach their kids to use contraceptives. my high school was catholic (literally named the Holy Cross, fun times, although they didn't impose the faith or anything. in fact almost half of the students in that school are jewish, but like, still, there was a priest in the school board) and we were taught to use contraceptives, put the condom in a banana and the whole pizzazz during biology class

like yeah the bible says not to but it also says not to mix different fabrics and that doesn't mean it's actually a thing that's reinforced in most catholic communities doaihdaj at least not here in latam. in here non-catholic christians are actually way more hardcore about the puritanism rules than catholics are, particularly evangelicals, which are kind of overtaken the catholics' traditional role of being colonialist fuckers as they are mostly from the US so they come to further US imperialism through religion here. watch out catholic church they're coming for ur crown

and even outside of puritanism, "non practicing catholics" are absolutely a thing like ppl who are catholic but don't even pray or go to church, much less care about that shit douahdsaohj so like the stereotype that all catholics are like the very small minority of hardcore catholics is like the stereotype that every muslim lives by the ultra-conservative muslim rules. it's not true and it's stereotypical and taking the minority ultra conservatives to be the rule when they are not

there's also the fact that there are many different currents of thought inside the catholic church (a little bit like with judaism although way less flexible than judaism is), some of which are very conservative, some of which are progressive. here in latam in particular the teology of liberation is extremely popular (it's the one my family subscribes to, and i'm pretty sure it was actually born here in latam) and it's pretty progressive. for catholics, that is

and like mandatory disclaimer that i am coming from my own experiences with latam catholicism, which i feel is different from other catholic countries - my polish friends for example have experiences with catholicism that are a lot closer to those stereotypes than mine ever were - but since most of the catholic population in the world is brazilian (like me), and second place goes to mexicans, i feel pretty comfortable taking it as a ruler to measure general catholic practices

with that being said, however, the catholic church can choke and die in a fire as it is a symbol of colonialism first and foremost, its proselitism is one of the worst things ever, and even the progressive currents are still way too damn conservative for my tastes. i just don't feel comfortable transcribing something that i know is incorrect and stereotypical (and that in some cases is used to further oppression like with the Irish in the UK or armenian catholics, and i've even had some US-diaspora latinos hear some incredible things from gringos who assumed they were catholic, or, in their beautiful words, "had latino religion". but obviously in most cases catholics are the oppressors, especially here in the third world)

also, her assessment in the third video is absolutely correct. A/B/O IS just conservative gender roles born of christian and catholic imposition transposed to a fictional world where the genders have slightly different names, which is why i, as a rule, hate it dauhdsaiuhdauhda and even though the assessment that catholicism is thaaat much more conservative than other christian religions (it's absolutely not, it's Exactly As Conservative) isn't true, catholicism is still where most if not all of western conservative rethoric is born of, and ugh, it's so refreshing to see someone understand this and put it into words so well

so yeah keep that note in mind but anyway, transcriptions:

[Video transcription #1: in reply to a tiktok question, which says, "now i'm thinking about the catholic guilt that would come with it oh my god". user @Omarsbigsister is saying, "good morning", she then covers her mouth as she starts to laugh, before continuing, "I guess I'm the religious omegaverse tiktoker now. I did not know catholic guilt was more than just sex, I thought it was just about sex, but nO. people who are catholic, if you don't know, they get guilt over every little thing, they get guilty when they eat, they have guilt when, like... [dismissive gesture] they have fun... it's messed up *cut* [mumbling i don't understand, sorry] in which you HAVE to be bonded before... *sticks tongue out* *cut* and catholics, from what i know, uhm, cannot get divorced, so you can't be unbonded, you're stuck for life with that alpha or omega, and then you can't use contraceptives so if you have a heat or rut, good luck, you cannot escape it, and on top of that, they preach abstinence, right, so if you're having a heat or rut in your teen years you just gotta deal with it alone like you are not allowed to be bonded, so, that would be really intense."

#2: in response to a question, which said, "follow up question: if in the real world hijabis are women, in ABO universe would hijabis be omegas of all genders?". the user is shown stroking her chin in contemplative silence for a long time, before she says, "actually, both men and women have to wear a hijab, it's just more visible on women, but men also have to cover from like, the neck all the way down... so like when you see them [mumbling i don't understand, sorry] that's their hijab. *cut* Islam is actually treating men and women, like, fairly somewhat equally, so, I feel like in omegaverse alphas, betas, and omegas would all be held to the same standards, and alphas and omegas would also be held by the same standards but then culture would ruin it, just like western culture has ruined it. for your other question. 'would muslim families prefer betas more, and would betas be spiritual leaders', i feel like everyone prefers betas more, but then also Islam came to like, uplift women [a written note then shows up, which says, "like girls are seen as a blessing to have as kids"], so like omegas would be seen as like, a blessing to have as a child.

#3: in response to another tiktok question, which says, "fun fact bestie you cannot get divorced in the catholic religion even if your spouse is abusive and horrible to you so in omegaverse how would that work?". she replies, "the reason that Abrahamic religions seemingly fit so well into the omegaverse universe is because catholicism specifically and christianity, uhm, all the gender norms and all the cultural norms especially in the west came from catholicism and christianity, they were forced on people, and then you know, people might not be religious, but the norms stay. but now you have omegaverse which is basically just a bunch of like youth exploring the youth through this, like, werewolf fanfiction trope, using all these gender roles that you have in society on their head, so, really, what i'm saying, is that... omegaverse is just catholicism fanfiction"

#4: she looks at the camera and says, "getting islamophobic comments is one thing, but getting islamophobic comments that say that muslims cannot be in the omegaverse".... she then breaks into laughter for a solid 30 seconds

#5: she is shown reading out loud, in a mock-outraged face, a tweet that says, "about to murder tiktok they try to make Ramadan a 'quirky' trend. it's a religious holiday. stop it, get some help. /srsly /g.", then a follow-up tweet, which says, "saw a tweet saying on tiktok they are asking questions about how ramadan would work in omegaverse. i'm done with y'all, just say you disrespect muslims and go". then another tweet by a different user, which says, "i tried to read, i got secondhand embarrassment-" they then break out of character and say, "oh, that's fair," before going back, "if it wasn't ramadan i'd be boxing those people right now. those people should be ashamed to even think that way wtf". then another, which replies, "well i'm not celebrating it, so as a non-muslim, i'll happily box them". then, back to her normal voice, she says, "i really was just making a silly little tiktok and seeing that stuff really hurts... i'm just kidding, i can't keep a straight face. you like minecraft youtubers, what are you gonna do to me? what are you gonna do to me?"

#6: in reply to a tiktok ask, which said, "prince philip was an omega". she slowly films herself as she takes a walk, finds the nearest trash bin, and tosses the phone there, before putting the lid over the box. end ID]

#i hope u dont take that as me being mad at u anon #honestly i could care less if ppl offended catholics #i just dont like spreading misinformation and once i started writing i couldnt stop #the videos are still amazing and spot on tho except for the first one #long post #discourse #catholicism tw

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The Flames of the Moon

Chapter Three : Fans and Fear

"You have no idea where you're going, do you?" Sokka deadpanned, staring at the monk who had taken over flying for the day.

"Weeelll, I know it's near water," Aang trailed off a bit, and Sokka gave him a flat look.

"I guess we're getting close then." He sighed silently and continued mending his pants, showing the progress to Katara every now and then. While he was pretty good with a needle and thread, Katara had been sewing her whole life, and not just the five years their dad had been gone.

"Momo, marbles please," Aang called to the newest addition in their group. Sokka didn't look up at what was happening until the boy spoke again.

"Hey Katara! Check out his airbending trick!" Aang held the marbles midair between his palms, making them spin in a circle extremely fast. Katara giggled at his antics, complimenting him on his trick. How she didn't see that he was in love with her, Sokka had no clue.

When the bison started descending, Sokka had just finished his pants and pulled them on, examining it as some of his better work. Looking over the edge, he saw a crescent-shaped island, and Appa was heading for the beach.

"We just made a pit stop yesterday. Shouldn't we get a little more flying done before we camp out?" Sokka complained as they landed, though he didn't really mind too much. They weren't in that big of a hurry, after all.

"He's right. At this rate, we won't get to the North Pole until spring," Katara added. Both siblings knew the spontaneous trips would die out, but that didn't mean they couldn't complain. Aang didn't bother looking over, instead shading his eyes as he gazed over the water.

"But Appa's tired already, aren't you boy?" Appa did nothing. "I said, aren't you boy?" Aang nudged the bison, who yawned on cue, yet obviously not tired.

"Yeah, that was real convincing. Still, hard to argue with a ten-ton magical monster." Sokka was stopped from saying more by an excited gasp from Aang.

"LOOK!" A giant koi fish jumped out the water, and Sokka groaned internally at what he knew was going to be both awesome and terrible. "That's why we're here... elephant koi. And I'm going to ride it. Katara, you've gotta watch me!" Aang quickly took off all but the bare minimum of clothes and rushed into the water, leaping out with a shocked expression quickly. "COLD!"

Sokka twirled his finger away from his head in a 'he's crazy' gesture at Katara, before the both of them watched Aang attempt to ride the elephant koi. He succeeded, waving at Katara who waved back, both whooping and hollering. Sokka moved over to Appa so his sister could have her full attention on the lovestruck preteen, stopping Appa from eating a rock in the process.

"There's something in the water!" Katara yelled, bringing the firebender rushing back.

"What's wrong?"

"Aang's in trouble! Aang!"

"Get out of there! Come back here! AANG!"

"AANG!"

The boy was too far to hear them, and instead returned their frantic waving, no doubt misinterpreting their panic. His koi steed bucked him off, and the siblings watched in horror as a fin appeared behind him. He screamed, and ran on top of the water all the way to the shore, running right into Sokka. They both crashed to the ground near the tree line, watching the fin slowly turn and head back out to sea. Katara ran over to the two, helping them up as Aang got dressed.

"What was that thing?"

"I don't know."

"Well, let's not stick around and find out. Time to hit the road," Sokka declared, moving to board Appa.

~_~_~_~_~_~

They did not end up leaving just then. Instead, they were captured by an unknown force and tied to a large pole. Sokka somehow managed to keep silent during the interrogation, Katara taking the reigns in asking for their blindfolds removed. When the warriors that captured them were revealed as girls, Sokka tensed, though not enough for it to be noticeable. He didn't do anything when Aang revealed himself as the Avatar, and they were shown around town by Oyagi, the village leader.

Suki was apparently the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors, and she kept giving him weird side-long looks as he pointedly attempted to not stare at any of them in their green armor and bright warpaint. Katara introduced him when he remained ever silent, deciding against opening his big mouth that might insult one of the girls. He definitely didn't want to be on the wrong side of one of those fans.

They ate lunch, where Aang asked after him. He simply shrugged and let Katara explain that he wasn't used to female warriors, since the women back home technically didn't count. Sokka thought that maybe he had avoided any problems as he went to practice his fighting with a full stomach to feed his inner flames. It wasn't that difficult to find a secluded spot where there was little to no chance of someone finding him, even if they were looking really hard.

In, out, release, Sokka thought as he practiced his boomerang's aim. It hit directly center of the knot he was focusing on, returning to his hand soon after. He did it again and again for a good half hour before putting it away and taking out his club. His moves were still choppy and it was strange to practice on actual earth instead of ice that could slip out from under him at any second, but he still improved, trying to remember the moves he had seen his father practice so many times before.

"GAH!" He stomped his foot and dropped his club so he could hold his head in his hands as he yet again failed to complete a move that he remembered perfectly fine, just couldn't seem to do.

Suddenly, he froze. He stomped his foot again. He remembered something a nonbender from the Fire Nation had done during a raid. They had slipped on the ice, nearly getting impaled by a spear, and had stomped on the snow. It somehow got them balanced, and now he understood why. He stomped one foot, then the other as he slipped back into a ready stance. Picking up his club, he fluidly moved, performing the move that caused him so much pain. With a smile, he raised his hands in victory, weapon high over his head in elation.

Sokka continued his training with renewed vigor, barely stopping for breaks as he worked, having brought all of his weapons and being determined to improve with all of them. He practiced with his club, boomerang again, spear, machete, knife, jaw blade, whale-tooth scimitar, and plain old hand combat.

As the Moon started rising, Sokka realized how late it was. Katara would worry, but hopefully she knew him well enough to guess where he disappeared off to. Aang and the others would take her word for it as well, since she was his sister. With a deep gaze around the clearing he was in, Sokka sat down in his meditation pose. Since no one was around, he did what he rarely was able to do with his firebending a secret.

His palms turned to the sky, Sokka lit two small flames in each, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. Tui shone down on him, bright and vibrant as always.

Unknown to the peaceful firebender, he was, in fact, being watched. Suki had noticed that the boy didn't speak, and the looks the Avatar and his sister gave him were enough to convince the warrior that he usually let his voice be heard. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, she and the rest of the Kyoshi Warriors had seen him staring at them. She didn't know why he was staring, though it could've been because he was Water Tribe and the Tribes, to their knowledge, valued men over women, so the girls were definitely a new experience for him. Ting had said that he was silent even when alone with his companions (although technically not alone because Ting was eavesdropping). Suki couldn't figure out what was keeping the boy silent, or why he was so interested in her fighters.

So the four of them that had found the group in the first place followed him as he wandered off into the forest. It wasn't too surprising that he found an extremely isolated clearing, far away from possible interruptions. It was surprising when he took out a boomerang and used it with deadly accuracy. If he wanted to, he could knock out or even kill an opponent without them being able to stop it, since even Suki underestimated the simple weapon. After all, it looked like a toy one might give a small child to watch them fail at getting more than a few feet.After the boomerang, he practiced with a club, at which he kept failing a move and screamed at the sky. Then he stopped in his frustration, stomped his feet and performed it with little problem.

Weapon after weapon he brought out, until he apparently had no more and began attempting to fight imaginary combatants with just his fists. At one point, it looked as though he was fighting an invisible opponent with a fan like the Kyoshi Warriors. None of this explained why he was silent, and so the hidden girls kept watching.

They were rewarded by the Sun setting, it's light fading and being replaced by the Moon. Sokka searched the trees for something, but he couldn't spot the four warriors where they sat perched in the leaves of trees. He sat in a mediation pose when his curiosity was satisfied, and Suki thought that he was maybe a waterbender.

How wrong she was.

Blue fire grew in his hands, and the other girls stared at their leader in apprehension. They had let a firebender into their village. Not only that, but they had only watched him because the few words anyone had heard him say was when he was still at the beach. He could've burned everything to ash by now.

Suki knew better than to jump to conclusions, instead motioning for her comrades to encircle the possible enemy. He didn't move as they did so, a peaceful lax expression on his face as he breathed rhythmically. Fans unfolded silently as they all prepared for his reaction.

"Sokka," Suki spoke bitterly. The firebender flinched violently, eyes snapping open and the blue flames surging in strength before snuffing out completely. The pure fear in his eyes almost gave her pause, but she didn't show it. Sokka remained frozen in place, body tensed as though he was a rabbit that heard a twig break.

"You're a firebender," she continued when he made no move to speak. "Why are you traveling with the Avatar? Are you going to spy on him? Attack him when he least expects it?"

"Make sure he doesn't die?" Sokka's words were phrased like a question, but from uncertainty or nervousness, Suki couldn't tell. His voice cracked as well, showing just how young he was. About the same age as herself.

"You're a firebender."

"You already said that, and I get that firebenders as a general rule are bad and following the orders of their evil leader. Trust me, I got that, my mom was killed in a Fire Nation raid that traumatized my sister and my dad left to fight in the war, but I'm not like them. I mean, I am a firebender, but I'm not Fire Nation, I'm Water Tribe, and I got these powers because there was a blizzard and the Spirits decided to help us. I really was only meditating because I'm trying to do it every day and I thought I was alone, otherwise I would've kept my flames to myself because it makes everyone really tense and worried and I don't like tha-" Suki held her hand up to stop the now rambling boy. Glancing at her fellow Kyoshi Warriors, whose faces weren't in the line of sight for Sokka, she saw they were just as stunned, however more visibly, as she was at the flood of words that spilled from his mouth. He was honest, that much was clear, and he wasn't there with a bad purpose. Suki thought for a moment. He had said Spirits.

"You mentioned the Spirits decided to help. What did you mean?"

"It was the polar night, and there was a blizzard, and we were all probably gonna die so Gran-Gran said to pray and we all did and I ended being the one the Spirits answered, and it was pretty terrifying for us all but the fire helped us survive until the men came back with fuel and it made it so I could swim in the ocean without freezing so we got more food and you can ask Katara about all the times she nearly killed me for terrifying her by not coming up for air."

"You- what?" Spirits, this boy talked a lot. How had he managed to remain silent the entire day?

"The Spirits gave me firebending and resistance to cold when I was a little kid," Sokka simplified. Suki looked once more at her companions, reading their thoughts on their faces.

"Get his sister," Suki ordered, sending one of them running off.

"She's gonna kill me," Sokka groaned, abruptly flopping onto the ground. "Uuuuggghh."

"Get up," Suki pushed him with her foot.

"No thanks, my body won't let me."

"What is he talking about," Mera asked, peering at him from behind her fan. He rolled over, watching the Moon instead of the three people with weapons aimed at him.

"I sat in a saddle without moving all morning, then got tackled twice, walked around for an hour, ate a big meal the likes of which I haven't had since my dad was around, and proceeded to train until night. My body currently hates me and wishes me dead." He finished his explanation and let the words fade away, leaving a stillness in the air. Silla had never liked the quiet, so she didn't last long while just standing around.

"So, what style were you practicing?" Mera facepalmed at the awkward attempt to make conversation with a definitely-not-an-enemy-but-still-a-firebender.

"I was attempting to mimic the traditional fighting of my tribe."

"Attempting?"

"The men left about five years ago, so it's not like I have anyone to learn from. When you're young, it's mostly learning hunting and fishing and surviving in the wild. I had to teach myself from memory."

"...wanna spar?"

"Silla no!”

“Silla yes!" Sokka lept to his feet, staring at the girl like she was a Spirit in mortal form. "I've been wondering what your fighting style is because I didn't really get to see it and I saw your fans, and then there was the whole fact that I didn't want to risk upsetting or insulting any of you just because I grew up in a patriarchy founded in centuries of tradition." Silla grinned at the teen, handing him one of her fans and demonstrating a starting form.

"Once we get your sister to confirm your story, you're gonna go to sleep, wake up early and learn to be a Kyoshi Warrior," Silla announced, sending a pointed look towards Suki, who sighed long and deep.

"If his story is confirmed, you can teach him to fight with fans, but boys aren't allowed in the Kyoshi Warrirors."

"Technically, that means you can have one boy, because you said boys as in more than one," Sokka pointed out.

"Suuukiii," Silla practically begged as she adjusted Sokka's grip and stance.

"You know what, fine, but he follows all of our traditions," Suki caved.

"Does that mean I get to wear full warrior garb?"

"Why does that just make you happier? Seriously, telling a boy he has to wear a dress usually makes him give up!"

"One, I'm not normal. Two, boys are allowed to like dresses, though your outfit is a traditional warrior's armor, not a dress. And three, that's kinda mean. Imagine me saying girls can't fight. I have every reason to, seeing as I grew up with that thought being the underlying current of everything in our tribe. I didn't so you definitely shouldn't." As he scolded her, Sokka began copying Silla's movements, going through the basic forms with ease, though he also wasn't wearing heavy armor.

Suki gave up, wondering how the boy had gained her trust so shortly after she had assumed him an enemy. He just had a look to him that made her feel like he meant no harm.

"So were you staring earlier because you hadn't seen female warriors before?" Silla asked. Sokka nodded, mirroring the thrust she had just shown him.

“I tried to teach the women back home how to fight, but it didn't work as well as it could've because I barely know any moves."

"Barely know any moves," Suki scoffed, drawing a bewildered expression from him. "You just used a variety of weapons well enough to hold your own against most people who haven't trained their entire lives to fight. And that was without guidance or any sort of instruction for what you said was most of your time training. Barely any moves." She grumbled the last bit, scoffing again as she turned to peer through the trees. She was relieved to see Ting returning with Katara in tow.

"What's going on," the waterbender demanded instantly, barely sparing a glance to her brother learning to fight and instead glaring at Suki.

"Your brother's a firebender."

"Yes, he is." Her gaze narrowed further. "And what of it?"

"When did he first show his abilities?"

"When the Spirits gave him them during a blizzard when he was six. Why?"

"To confirm his story. We'll be heading back to the village. He's going to join us for training early tomorrow, and he's not allowed to miss it." With that, Suki led her girls away, Silla taking her fan back and following after a wave. Only a little ways into the shadows of the trees they heard the begin of what sounded like a very loud reprimand.

~_~_~_~_~_~

The morning after Sokka's secret was revealed to the Kyoshi Warriors, he woke up at dawn, brimming with energy as the Sun rose. Aang and Katara got up shortly after, yawning as they joined him in his meditation. Katara struggled a bit more to stay awake with the Moon no longer in the sky, but she managed to remain conscious until they were done an hour later. Both her and Aang promptly fell back onto their pillows, eyes closing instantly with the lack of motivation to keep them open.

Sokka, however, rushed down to the kitchen where they had been told they could make their own food if they wished. They actually shared it with the Kyoshi Warriors, who slept in a main house nearby due to the location being near to the village center. The firebender lit the stove with a tiny flame, setting a pot of water on it and moving around to find rice and meat. He cut up the meat and some chili peppers he had found, mixing them with some seasoning and setting them aside in a bowl as he added rice to the boiling water, wary of the fact that he wasn't used to making rice himself, as it wasn't the most common meal back home.

After finally adding the meat and peppers, Sokka boiled some more water and began to steep some tea. He kept a closer eye on the tea than he did on the food, but still paid attention. He had only made tea a few times, considering they didn't often have nonpoisonous plants that could be used for tea.

He was just finishing putting the food in a large bowl when someone cleared their throat. Looking up, he saw what seemed to be all of the Kyoshi Warriors waiting in the kitchen's entrance, and Suki beside him with the kettle. He glanced down at the bowl in front of him, which only had enough for him, Katara, and Aang, and sighed, moving to get more water.

"Hold on and I'll make more," he called over his shoulder as he put a larger pot back on the stove. "There's about three servings in that bowl if some of you girls want to start eating. Do you need cups, Suki? Although I'm guessing that tea is now horribly burned or not done yet considering my amateur skills in tea-making.”

He was met with no replies, though he did notice a few of the warriors walking further in to grab smaller bowls and some cups from the cupboards. A small smile formed on his face, timid but stuck in place. Sokka loved cooking. He never understood why only the women had been taught, especially since the men had to cook whenever they hunted if they wanted warm food.

He once again cut up peppers and meat and seasoned them, turning around with the prepared items to find a warrior, Silla if he remembered correctly, already putting the rice in.

"Aw, man, Suki," another warrior spoke up, her mouth full of food. Sokka glanced over briefly to see exactly three warriors with chopsticks eating straight from the main bowl, Suki pouring tea into the many cups next to them. "Suki, we gotta keep him. Silla was right, this dude is meant to be one of us."

"We are not 'keeping' him, Sho," Suki said, eyes never leaving her work. "We are teaching him how to fight because he and Silla are literal toddlers."

"I was noticed by the Spirits when I was a toddler and got firebending powers," Sokka reminded her, putting the extras into the rice once again.

"So you are a firebender?" a warrior questioned as she started nibbling on some lychee nuts.

"Yep," Sokka nodded, adding a bit more seasoning to the pot, before grabbing some fruits and cutting them into slices. The knife was taken from him by a warrior he remembered was called Maya, and she pushed him aside so she could take over. Smirking at the challenge, he pulled out the knife he usually used as a weapon and nudged the girl out of the way, proceeding to continue his task. Maya attempted to squeeze between him and the counter but he held strong, years of staying in one spot on slippery ice giving him an advantage now that he was on solid wood.

"How are you so steady," Maya panted as she gave up trying to move the boy.

"Years on the ice and being an older brother to every kid in the tribe," Sokka replied smoothly as he put the fruit on a plate and handed it to the warrior, before taking the pot off the stove and pouring it into a larger bowl than the one he had before. There was definitely enough there, thanks to the different pot sizes. The bowl was immediately taken and the food dished out by a warrior, the amounts almost perfectly equal for each person. Sokka grabbed one of the cups Suki had poured, sipping on the tea and pleasantly surprised when it didn't taste absolutely awful. Apparently, Suki knew when to take it off the flames, but that would also mean...

"How long were you guys watching me?" Sokka asked, his head tilted as he gazed over all of them. Every head turned his way, and he was struck with a distinct sense of being prey with all the eyes boring into him.

"Long enough to see you struggle to find your way around the kitchen," one of them said, a sly smile on her lips.

"Wow, feeling the love," Sokka muttered, closing his eyes as he gulped down the rest of the tea and felt it warm him in a way his fire couldn't. He yelped when cold hands grasped his arms, which were bare without his jacket. His eyes jerked open and he saw one of the girls grinning at him.

"Come on," she laughed, dragging his dazed self over to the table with the rest of them and shoving a bowl into his hands. She switched his cup out for chopsticks, refilling his tea and grabbing herself some as well.

"Man, Oka, when you say you'll do something, you go all the way," Silla giggled as she put some meat on her chopsticks.

"This is Oka we're talking about, not Tilen," Maya teased.

Sokka fell into the background as much as the girls allowed, listening to their conversations as they ate and enjoyed his okay tea. Apparently, Silla, Suki, and the two other warriors from the night before, Ting and Mera, had described the events of their confrontation to the entire group to prepare them for training with him. Some hadn't believed it and some had, and Oka had declared she was going to make Sokka feel like one of them if it was the last thing she did. Fimo was the one who kept refilling his tea and bowl everytime it got close to empty because she had heard that firebenders needed more energy in order to make their flames. No matter how many times he assured her that there were more of them than him and therefore he really didn't need more food, she kept finding ways to get his hands away from his bowl long enough to dump another scoop in.

After they all had eaten their fill, Sokka started stacking the bowls in one hand, initiating a balancing act that had Geyo and Ba Be giggling. Granted, Suki took half of them when they got too high for her comfort, but he still had a sizeable amount when he walked to the sink. Before he was able to start washing the dishes, Silla yanked him away, tugging him along as she left the kitchen.

"Um, Silla?"

"Hmm," she hummed in acknowledgement.

"I need to wash the dishes."

"You made breakfast when you didn't have to and you woke up earlier than any of us. You are not washing the dishes."

"I made the mess, so I gotta clean it up."

"I don't remember you eating from a dozen different bowls. Though, with how much Fimo was feeding you, you might have eaten that much."

"But I-"

"Nope."

"I need t-"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh, why are girls more stubborn than guys? It's the worst stereotypes for us dudes and yet I've never met a girl I could out-stubborn!"

"It keeps boys from being idiots."

"You've obviously never met Bato."

"Who?"

"My future stepfather." Silla led him outside as they talked, going all the way to the training studio. As they entered, she released his hand and sprinted into a different room, returning moments later. In her arms was a large bundle of clothing that Sokka lit up upon seeing.

By the time the other warriors made it to the studio, Silla had managed to teach Sokka how to properly put on a set of the green armor they wore, and was beginning his warpaint.

"Wow, you look just like one of us," Geyo mused, traipsing around the boy. "Good thing, if you're gonna be our one male warrior." Sokka smirked at Suki when he heard that part, and Suki rolled her eyes at him.

It took very little time to finish Sokka's paint, and teaching him how to do it was rather simple since he was very good at replicating. Suki got him moving through warm-ups the moment she could, adjusting his stances and movements every time and mildly (greatly) pleased when he almost never repeated a mistake.

The warriors joined the duo soon after they started, going through each kata with the ease of practice. As the village began to grow more awake, Suki started taking them all through more advanced katas, deciding that Sokka worked better when moving with others.

At noon they stopped the practice for lunch, and Fimo literally dragged Sokka away when the Water Tribe boy attempted to continue alone. Laughter filled the air when Sokka sulked for a few minutes, and more came when the girls realized that he had a plethora of really bad jokes that were as funny as they were terrible.

The firebender was finally pitted against these more experienced fighters after they'd eaten. He failed again and again, but lasted marginally longer after each fight. It was late into the afternoon when they're training was interrupted, the Kyoshi Warriors impressed by how fast Sokka was progressing, though he had a long way to go.

"Firebenders have landed on our shores! Girls, come quickly!" Oyagi shouted, before rushing away once more.

"Yay, I'm a girl," Sokka called flatly as they ran outside and towards the village, bringing fleeting smiles to his new comrades.

Near the far edge of the village was Prince Zuko and his men on armor-clad komodo rhinos. He was searching the houses and streets with his eyes, posture tall and regal. The Kyoshi Warriors spread out, waiting for Suki's signal.

The signal was given and instantly, twelve green-clad fighters attacked the Fire Nation. Sokka moved to take down one of the soldiers, but lunged towards Zuko instead when he saw Suki go down. He blocked the fire blast sent her way with his new fans, reveling in the prince's startled expression. The banished royal fell off his rhino, quickly being surrounded by Suki, Sokka and Ba Be.

More fire was sent towards them from the teen's feet, and Sokka was the only one who remained upright after the flames. Zuko leapt up, standing off against his enemy.

"You're the Water Tribe warrior," he spoke with bewilderment.

"Right now, I'm a Kyoshi Warrior," Sokka amended, surging forward without warning. Zuko blocked the attack, trying to sweep the other's legs but failing as he flipped backwards into a handstand then fell upright again.

"Hey! Over here!" Both teens swung around to face Aang.

"Finally!" Zuko kicked a distracted Sokka away, hurrying forward to face off against the Avatar. Suki moved to Sokka, helping him away from the battle and behind a house.

"There's no time to say goodbye," she whispered.

"What about thank you?"

"For what?"

"You accepted me, a firebender, into your ranks for a day." The girl leaned forward with a small smile.

"It's not just a day, Sokka," she murmured, kissing his cheek before pulling him into a hug. "Now get out of here! We'll hold them off."

Sokka nodded numbly, darting over to Appa.

"Appa, yip yip!" The bison took off, grunting as he flew out of the town. Zuko called his men back as they did, probably preparing to follow them again. Katara was saying something to Aang, and then he was jumping over the side. The boy rode the unagi, a great big catfish eel, letting the spray from its jump put out the fires on Kyoshi.

"I know, I know. that was stupid and dangerous," Aang said as he climbed back into the saddle after jumping mid-unagi-leap and letting Appa catch him.

"Yes, it was," Katara remarked before embracing the boy. Sokka was confused, but knew he could ask for a recount of their adventures later.

"So, Sokka," Katara smirked knowingly at her brother. "What was that thing I saw happening between you and Suki?"

"Um, you mean the thing where I apparently charmed her with my awful fighting skills and bad jokes or the thing where she was ready to kill me?"

Sokka basked in the sound of his sister's hand hitting her forehead.

#atla #sokka #katara #aang #suki #appa #momo #kyoshi warriors #zuko #waterbender #firebender #airbender #avatar #flames of the moon #blue fire #firebender!sokka #aang is in love #sokka is kyoshi warrior

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what happens in metropolis

david tapp & dwight fairfield; canon-typical violence; saw timeline!dwight; panic attack tw; 3481 words

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Preview: The leader gave a weak smile, moreso to comfort himself than anything else, it seemed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. “OK… what now?” “We’ve gotta that off you. Did she… explain the rules?” “I… no, but I-I think I’ve got it.” Dwight started to shuffle where he was curled up, trying to get to his feet, but he was still somewhat shaky, like a newborn fawn, leaning on the wall of scrap as well as Tapp for support. He inhaled, and exhaled, breath still short. “There were… boxes, I think the key is in there.” Of course, that made the most sense, it seemed. “Right. You start heading to one of those, and I’ll-”

From across the yard, a generator powered on, and from where they sat, the clock started counting down.

Waking up by the campfire was like waking up from a bad hangover. There was a thump in his head and the taste of iron in the back of his throat, as he shielded his eyes from the distant light of fire. As he stirred, the little company residing by the flames paid him mind, checking on his condition, asking who he was with a pity in his eyes that he didn’t quite understand. But he told them regardless - he was David Tapp, a detective from the Metropolitan PD (former, though they didn’t need to know that, not yet), and, as far as he remembered, he was investigating the Jigsaw murders.

They didn’t know much, about the fog and forest that surrounded them, but the redheaded Meg told him what they knew, introducing him around the camp at the few people that were there - some of them were in a ‘trial’, she’d said, while also adding she’d explain that later, as well - trying to make him feel as at ease as he could be in the situation they were in. He sat down on a log as she went off to talk to the girl in the beanie again, taking his hat off and rubbing the back of his neck, looking down at the dull police badge that hung around his neck, almost mocking him at a false sense of status.

“I, um- hey.”

A voice next to him made him look up, meeting the eyes of a man in glasses, fiddling with his tie. The leader of the group, Meg had said. Dwight was his name. Tapp forced a small smile. “Uh… hey.”

“Do you, um…” He seemed oddly nervous, avoiding eye contact and simply moving a hand to gesture to the seat next to the detective. “Do you mind i-if I-”

He silently moved aside, letting the younger man sit down, oddly tense and awkwardly keeping his eyes on the fire in front of them, or maybe to the conversation quickly growing heated between the beanie girl and the tall brutish young man just across from the campfire. Tapp followed his eyes, leaning forward with his elbows on his legs-

“I-I know who you are.”

The phrase was somewhat unnerving, coming from the man in the glasses now staring very intently at him as his head almost snapped back to look at him. The detective hesitated for a moment. “Y… yeah?”

“...That sounded… really bad- god, I-I’m sorry, I just- I- argh, dammit-”

“No, no, you’re good, kid.”

He inhaled, and exhaled, wringing his hands as if to calm himself down. “You’re… Detective David Tapp, aren’t you? You were investigating the Jigsaw murders. I-I saw your… your memorial, on TV.”

A breath caught in his throat, if only for a moment, as he tried not to think about the thought of a send off when he still was still alive, in… some capacity. “I… see.”

There was an empty silence after that revelation, with Dwight still keeping his eyes on the man as he swallowed, seeming to try and wrap his head around the idea that someone had watched him live and die. “You did an a-amazing job, if it… means anything.”

He sighed, sitting up, his voice lower, as if not to alert the others - better not to spread the secret too far… at least, not yet. “Did they catch the bastard?”

He paused. “I… yeah. They caught one of them, I-I think. Kind of. He, uh… died.”

There was a quiet growl from the man. Of course there had to be more than one. For a moment, he thought back to the doctor he was tailing - just who else was involved in those twisted games of playing god? And if not him, who was it?

They didn’t speak much more on it, after that, as the trial had concluded and a hand slapped down on his shoulder, introductions moving swiftly on and leaving the young man who knew too much about him with his mouth hanging open.

Despite their first meeting, Dwight was a capable leader, Tapp soon learned. He was a kind man, sacrificial to a point, nowhere near as much of a coward as he’d initially thought, as he watched him push his friends over to take a slash from a machete or a pair of mangled claws. He made plans, gave orders - no matter the weak disposition it was given in, one that felt like paper in a strong breeze - and protected those who he called his friends, no matter the teasing and harsh words thrown his way by a select few. He was a man trying to prove himself, either to those around him or…

Tapp had learned what trials were, soon enough, guided by Claudette as they tried to evade the Trapper, a large, tall man, armed with a machete and bear traps, as if he was hunting down small game in the forest… in a way, that was almost accurate. That trial, while stressful, soon passed in success, and while the whole situation was still unbelievable, he soon found himself oddly adapting to the new world in the fog that he found himself in - get in, try not to die, repair generators, and leave. It didn’t take long for him to take the initiative and start giving input on plans of attack, earning a joking comment from the old gambler of the group that maybe he was better made for the leadership position than who was currently in employ. He tried to ignore that, for Dwight’s sake.

This should have been no different. Though this was his first time in the Autohaven Wreckers, loud annoyed groaning from Nea when the fog cleared was enough to make him think that this wasn’t going to be easy. After catching sight of Laurie and Dwight, the four of them split off, aiming to find generator’s around the wrecker’s yard, for efficiency’s sake. One was already powered by the time he spotted a pair of blinking lights… but between the trees, something else caught his eyes. A box, not like anything he’d seen previously, steel casing rusted, though untouched. But the box, while interesting in its own right, wasn’t what made him approach the damn thing.

It was the monochromatic ventriloquist dummy sat on top.

Seeing that bastard puppet was enough to make him approach slowly, staring at the box it sat upon - it was like seeing an old friend, but one you’d want to snap the neck of. And it stared back, almost mocking him. His stomach turned. Had Gordon followed him? That had to be who this was, right? Tapp gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the damn thing off of its torture throne, but knowing that would probably alert… someone to where he was, someone he didn’t want to know. So he forced himself to tear away, fists clenched. It was like wading through water as he crouched down by a nearby generator, pulling at levers and twisting at cogs to make it sigh and whir… though that puppet never stopped looking at him. And he never stopped looking back, until-

A loud scream made him duck behind the generator for a moment, wincing at the grinding of metal against a scrap wall, and the begging, the pleading… no one had ever reacted like that before. The curiosity was enough to make him look around the mechanical device to catch a glance of the Jigsaw killer.

He recognized her movements, and the way she carried herself almost right away, and the way he kicked himself would have made him double over. Of course Amanda was involved - the bastard broke her down, and rebuilt her in his own design. And now, she was just as much of a prisoner as he was, stuck in the fog with nothing to do but suffer at the hands of her fate. Though she took hers with pride, it seemed. She enjoyed the hunt, the chase and the kill. Was she too far gone to be saved from that which she thought had first saved her? He couldn’t entirely say.

The philosophical waxing had to be paused, though, as quiet, panicked whimpers made him stop, hands hovering over the generator he was about to resume repairing. He listened to the strained, weakened breathing, almost holding his own to listen. It was just in front of him, where the attack had failed. Slowly standing to his feet, the detective did what he did best - keeping his posture low as to not be spotted by the pig-headed woman, he went to investigate.

It was Dwight, hidden behind a wall with his back pressed against it, and he was in a bad way, holding onto the space around in his collarbone, blood staining his palms as he tried to muffle his panicked That wasn’t what originally drew the detective’s attention, however, as a familiar helmet was strapped to his head, almost entirely covering his face. He felt his stomach drop.

“...Fairfield-” He kept his voice quiet, but it still startled the nervous man, who only started to panic more, it seemed. He put a hand on Dwight’s shoulder, and god, was he shaking under his grip. “Right, right, just breathe, kid.”

Tired eyes look up at him from inside the helmet, strained and shallow breaths from hyperventilation making his chest move up and down at a worrying pace. He couldn’t say anything, he only held Tapp’s arm in place to keep him there.

“C’mon, you got this, in and out.”

Dwight soon followed instructions, taking as much care as he could to breathe, though he hiccupped and stuttered from tears every so often.

“Yeah… there you go. That’s it.” It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Tapp gave the man a gentle nod, digging into his belt for a couple of medical supplies he’d scraped together earlier in the trial. “Let’s get you up and at ‘em, yeah?”

He calmed down enough to start panic rambling, and the way he switched from one extreme to another was almost welcome, as Tapp gently wrapped the bandaged over the deep cut from the hidden blade. Dwight spoke of before the fog, when he was alone in his shitty apartment with nothing but two birds to keep him company, barely earning enough to afford to live, but surviving by the skin of his teeth every month when the rent was due. He’d hardly slept before, but murders on your doorstep didn’t make it any better, especially since they were targeting the average man, just like him. And after an accident he conveniently skipped around, his paranoia only got worse.

“I-I saw one, once.” He stuttered, voice almost echoing through the trap on his head, as Tapp tied off the gauze.

“A murder?”

“A trap. In the open. A-and no one could do anything about it, I saw it on my way to work. The girl, she was- I… god, they just-”

“Fuckin’ Christ…”

“Yeah… yeah, that. Exactly that.” The leader gave a weak smile, moreso to comfort himself than anything else, it seemed, wincing as he rolled his shoulder. “OK… what now?”

“We’ve gotta that off you. Did she… explain the rules?”

“I… no, but I-I think I’ve got it.” Dwight started to shuffle where he was curled up, trying to get to his feet, but he was still somewhat shaky, like a newborn fawn, leaning on the wall of scrap as well as Tapp for support. He inhaled, and exhaled, breath still short. “There were… boxes, I think the key is in there.”

Of course, that made the most sense, it seemed. “Right. You start heading to one of those, and I’ll-”

From across the yard, a generator powered on, and from where they sat, the clock started counting down.

That only started to send Dwight off again, eyes growing wide with fear as he looked back to the detective, who seemed equally as stunned. It seemed like she’d been busy, workshopping her craft.

As the leader started to buckle under his own weight again, Tapp grabbed onto his arm - not too hard, but just firm enough to keep him in place - and began looking around between trees for that bastard puppet that he’d seen earlier in the trial. As he tried to keep them both out of sight, he heard the stifled breathing behind him, as the leader tried to calm himself down while the two leaned around a tree, watching the Pig chase after the determined blonde in the blue shirt. He reached to grip onto Tapp’s shoulders, knuckles going white from the force, palms sweaty. Tapp put a hand on top of one, and gently tapped at it for a silent comfort. Once the killer was well distracted, he led Dwight to the first box. No luck.

A second box, on the same side of the junkyard. A quarter of the time gone. Nothing.

Box three, on a hill besides the dingy old shack. Half time. Nothing.

Now with only one box left, the leader was growing more frantic. Tapp held onto his wrist as he pulled him around the killer shack, pressing his back against the wall, his own heartbeat in his ears matching the beeping from the helmet. He looked back to the younger survivor.

“It’s just up ahead. Go.”

“She k-knows I’m- I-I’ll die, I’m going t-to-”

“I’ll cover you. Go, grab your life.” He was firm in his demand. But still, the leader didn’t move. He repeated, raising his voice a little. “Go!”

Dwight followed that order, practically stumbling over himself to leap to the box and shove his hands into it, wincing as his hands dug into needles and thorns on the inside that he couldn’t see.

And while the detective’s eye followed him, he noticed someone else following him as well, concealed in the grass, ready to pounce. He gritted his teeth, silently asking her to forgive him someday for what he was about to do (and what he had already done), before reaching down by the entrance to the old shack and grabbing a handful of pebbles. Tapp weighed these in his hand for a moment, before tossing them in her direction.

Bullseye. He heard her squeal from the hit, before growling and standing to her feet, turning in the detective’s direction, where he made no attempt to hide himself, ready to throw another rock should she choose to ignore him. “...Fancy meeting you here.”

“Could say the same to you.”

“I hadn’t realised I wasn’t the only pig that they’d let out of the slaughterhouse. I would have thrown a party for your arrival, Detective.”

The bite of her words was venomous, purposely crafted to throw him off, but he did not let it show. He still looked her in the eyes and stood his ground, until he could smell the rotting pig head she wore. “Would have appreciated it a lot more than this, Ms. Young.”

“Tell me, Detective,” Now Amanda, she was a woman of wearier disposition, broken from circumstances, but this new woman, a woman made of a pig? She thrived in the violence and the fear. That much he deducted, from the way she looked up at him, and though it was hard to see her eyes, he could almost see the fire in them. “Are you sure this is the game you want to play?”

For a moment, Tapp’s eyes fell behind her head, where Dwight had taken his hands out of the box, dripping with blood and sweat and shaking from fatigue and stress, before looking back to her. “It isn’t a game I haven’t played before. I can dance.”

He tried to lead her some distance away from the puppet-adorned box where they leader still struggled, but the Pig was no fool, catching him by surprise in an open area with a knife to the gut, pinning him to the floor in his surprise with a wrist blade to his neck, threatening to slice it open a second time. The detective gritted his teeth, both from the pain and the strain of pushing her arm away, until he was just able to push her off of him, scrambling to his feet and blocking the entrance to the shack with the palette at the door. He took the time she was taking to break the obstacle to leave the shack, with no choice to run closer to the trap box, closer to Dwight, to a small collection of scrap metal walls, formed with another wooden palette and a window frame, which he quickly vaulted over to avoid a failed swipe.

“Dwight!” He looked back as he ran the killer around a long wall connecting to the window, still seeing the leader digging through the box, loud beeping ever imminent. “Dwight, come on!”

The timer was so close to flatlining, and Dwight wasn’t doing too hot, panicking as he tried to find some solace in the cold metal expanse in front of him.

Tapp quickly slammed the palette down onto the killer’s head, hearing her squeal as he stood there, breath catching in his throat. “Dwight!”

He pulled his hand out of the box with a key in hand, quickly unlocking the mechanism and ripping the trap off of his head as it snapped open, surely to be his end if he’d messed up just once more. Breathing heavily, he felt along his face, blood gathering on his fingers from where the rusted teeth had dug into his cheeks, among the cuts and bruises from rummaging through the boxes to find his life.

The detective was almost so caught up in himself that he didn’t hear the growl and the sound of the palette breaking behind him, the adrenaline kicking in to push him forward into a sprint, taking hold of Dwight again and pulling him along as the Pig gathered herself, and got back on their trail. “C’mon, time to go.”

They were lucky to make it just in time, a failed swipe from the killer catching at their back as they ran into the fog where she couldn’t chase them. Tapp looked down, finally letting go of the younger man and placing a hand on his shoulder. “You OK?”

A breathless laugh escaped him, as he looked up to Tapp. “I- I- you- we- ...I’m alive. I’m alive!”

The detective smiled, about to say something before he was cut off from a tight hug, the younger survivor happily crying into his chest, getting snot all over the front of his vest. Tapp’s hands hovered for a moment, not entirely sure how to react, before he finally decided to just pat his back.

“Thank you, thank you so much, thank you-”

“Hey, slow down, catch a breath.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little, though it was a lot more awkward than the few times he’d had to comfort lost kids who came into the station. Still, Dwight appreciated it regardless.

“Well, you guys seem just fine and dandy.”

Dwight pulled himself away suddenly, looking up as he pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, as Laurie finally joined them in escaping the trial, sheepishly stepping away. “I… yeah.”

She gave the two of them a look, almost fond. “Nea said she knew where the hatch was, and while I wanted to stay to see her out here, I’m almost glad I didn’t. You’d never hear the end of it.”

“Wouldn’t put it past her.” Tapp chipped in, as the young woman nodded, flipping the flashlight she’d brought with her between two hands.

The three of them returned to the campfire, Dwight and Laurie sharing a small conversation, taking care to almost dote on his face wounds from the trap he’d barely escaped from, while Tapp listened along. Dwight had almost recovered from the ordeal, though his voice still shook, and it made him think. They knew each other… or at least, he knew of the detective, of the traps, of the killings. How intimately was still up to debate, but the way he reacted in the trial told him that it was something that had deeply disturbed him. And while he’d never been much of a leader himself, but Dwight looked up to him, in the way a student did a teacher - protection, and guidance. Was it because of his attachment to the case? He didn’t deserve the title, or the treatment (he’d still failed, on the larger scale, of Dwight’s account of the public execution trap was to be believed), but if one person still believed in him despite his failures… then he had to get out, if only for that.

He needed to catch the Jigsaw killer, or whatever was left of them as a collective. For the sake of people just like Dwight.

#dead by daylight #detective tapp #dwight fairfield #off the record #prove thyself

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