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[miramisaki]

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[petrichor-idyllic]

LONGING FROM AFAR

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Minho x fem!Med-jack!reader. Kinda mutual pining. Takes place before Thomas arrives.

Minho has always been confident and cocky, that is until a girl shows up in the Glade, completely changing the dynamic. What makes it worse is that Minho recognises her, though he doesn't know where from. It doesn't help that he's having some less-than appropriate dreams. The last thing he needs is an injury out in the Maze, leading him to being treated by you. Little does he know, it's not just him experiencing everything.

CONTENT WARNING: language, suggestive content and spice, minimal use of (Y/N). Pretty long but bear with.

Minho noticed a lot of things about you, even at the beginning.

When he got back to the Glade and heard about a girl coming up, he thought Newt was telling him a bad joke. But it was the truth. There you were.

Minho wasn't going to talk to you. He had no intention of distracting himself from his work. But the night you showed up, he was the same as everyone else. All eyes on you as you stared into the flames of the Bonfire

Newt had been put in charge of looking after you since Alby was sceptical about trusting the other Gladers just yet. He sat beside you on a log, offering you a drink and talking with little to no response.

You didn't seem scared. Or even uncomfortable. You just looked lost; like you were still processing what was going on. And the Maze and your life now was something you never really wrapped your head around.

Minho could tell you didn't see the boys as a threat. It wasn't that they wouldn't try anything, it was that you seemed confident in dealing with it.

Your baggy jacket had the hood pulled up, your hair falling around your face and the fabric being used as a shield. Something that would become somewhat of a trademark of your look.

But the thing that stuck out was he knew you. He couldn't point out where or how, but he did. He figured he'd known you before the Maze. It wasn't uncommon for Gladers to say they recognise people, like when you know someone's face but can't figure out where from.

But this was different. He knew you, like actually knew you. He hadn't spoken a word to you, yet he could make some pretty accurate guesses about you. All of which ended up not being that far off.

Even as time passed, whenever you were there, Minho's gaze always fell on you. You didn't say much to anyone, really. You were often found with Newt, who seemed to be your favourite Glader.

You would eat and spend free time with Newt, and he would guard you whilst showering. It was also obvious to Minho that Newt enjoyed spending time with you as well. He seemed brighter and spoke about you a lot; something that Minho didn't complain about.

But it did make him feel weird.

When you became a Med-jack, there was a string of "injured" Gladers who were very disappointed when they ended up getting treated by one of the boys. The medical hut had never been so busy.

Once the new Greenie came up after a month, Minho realised he was jealous. You were nurturing yet forward and the Greenie clung to you like there was no tomorrow.

I know her. She's mine.

The thought shocked him. He wasn't like that; at least he didn't think he was like that. He had no right to be like that, you guys had never even spoken.

That was when the dreams started.

Heated breath against his neck. His fingers bruising your waist. Unholy noises that filled his hut. Feelings he had never experienced before.

The dreams would vary. Some were loving and filled with sweet nothings and slow, caring intimacy. Others were rough; more forceful. Full of passion and greediness as need would consume him whole.

He'd always wake up the same, though. Flustered and frustrated and having to get up to work before he could deal with himself. It was definitely starting to cause a problem in rising sexual frustration.

He didn't really get it before. The other Gladers were always complaining about how horny they were and the straight dudes always pining for a girl to show up. Typical teenage hormones. But Minho had always been too preoccupied to even think about it. His goal was freedom and survival. And now a girl he had never even spoken to was making him go feral.

"Dude, are you good?" Ben had been watching Minho for a while as he leaned over the table in the middle of the Map Room. They were meant to be comparing routes and examining them before they headed out into the Maze for the day.

Minho had been staring at the same piece of paper for about fifteen minutes. Clearly, none of it sinking in.

"Minho?"

"Hm?" The boy looked up, meeting the concerned gaze of his friend. Minho had never been like this. He was always on the ball, noticing things that Ben wouldn't have ever even paid attention to. Yet, he was totally spaced out.

"Are you good?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're acting shucking weird, bro. The shuck's goin' on?" Minho wasn't about to admit that the reason his abilities were slipping was because he was being haunted by his wet dream from the previous night.

"Nothin', alright? I'm good."

This went on for weeks. Newt picked up on the change and he was the first to figure out why. He told Minho to talk to you but at this point, Minho couldn't bring himself to. What would he even say? How would he even interact with you like a normal human being after he'd had you in every position in his head?

Newt found it hilarious when a conversation about the complete lack of female anatomy knowledge started at Bonfire night. It was one of the few conversations the both of you had been involved in, even if you still weren't directly speaking.

Being a biology expert and a vagina owner, it quickly turned into a lecture that the boys were surprisingly respectful of. They seemed eager to learn and you weren't ashamed about talking about it, since sex education was just another health topic. Though Minho didn't know how to act when he found out you were on birth control.

Minho's red face and avoidance of eye contact with, well, anyone just egged Newt on more. He asked at least once a day if he'd gained the courage to talk to you yet.

He had not.

He started actually liking going out into the Maze. The Maze was when he got to be alone. The breeze blowing through his hair, his mind occupied with keeping track of his path and an ironic sense of freedom. And he was a safe distance from his nagging friend.

That was until he turned a corner and nearly ran face first into a Griever. Grinding to a halt, the slimy, grotesque creature turned to face him. Without hesitation, Minho took off, turning around and sprinting as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

The Griever easily gained ground on him, swiping and slashing from mere metres away. In his escape, he tripped, his feet catching over themselves and he fell to the floor, twisting his ankle.

The Griever wasn't able to stop in time, practically diving over him and rolling to a stop once it realised its mistake. One of it's mechanical arms slicing his back and he hissed in pain, praying that he wasn't stung. He didn't have time to process what had just happened as he scrambled to his feet.

Grievers were scary but dumb. This was common knowledge amongst the Runners. The fleshy monstrosity was yet to turn around as it seemed to be trying to process what had happened itself.

Fighting through the pain, Minho sprinted away in the direction he'd just fled from.

His leg was in agony, his back bleeding but he didn't stop. Running as fast as he possibly could towards the safety of the Glade.

After a couple of swift turns and a lot of painful footsteps, he dared look back. The Griever was gone. He was safe.

"Shuck this," he mumbled to himself. He had plenty of time and was meant to be running his route, but there was no way he could even begin to think about daring to do that in this condition.

Minho started making his way back to the Glade. The desperate urge to stop and sit down and rest was intoxicating. But he wouldn't get up again, and he knew it.

He didn't even realise his face was bleeding until he entered the corridor leading to the Glade and the crimson liquid dripped off, hitting the stone floor. He must've cut it on a rock on the floor or something.

Entering the Glade, it didn't take long for him to be noticed.

"Minho!" Alby's sharp voice cut through the serene farm setting. "The shuck are you doing back?"

Alby jogged towards him, his face shifting from irritation to concern once he noticed the Runner's injured state.

"Shit," the Leader grumbled, "Newt! Get the Med-jacks!" He shouted in the blond's direction.

"Minho," he approached the boy, "Hey, Minho," Ably grabbed him, wrapping his arm around his back, only for Minho to jolt away in pain. "Shuck it, what happened?"

"Griever," Minho grunted.

"Did you get stung?"

"Do I look like I've been stung?"

"Alby!" Jeff shouted as he approached. "What's going on?"

"Minho got attacked by a Griever, he needs checking. Now."

Newt, Clint and Jeff scrambled to help the injured boy, all three of them in a state of panic. It was rare for Minho to get hurt. It was even rarer for him to get this hurt.

They half-dragged Minho towards the Med-jack hut as the boy tried his best to keep himself going. In the midst of the chaos, Minho had completely forgot that you are, in fact, a Med-jack.

"Holy shit," you gasped and Minho's head snapped towards you. "Newt, what the shuck happened?"

"I-I don't know," the blond spluttered out, "he said he got attacked by a Griever."

"Shit, sit him down," the boys do what you tell them, walking him over to the bed and struggling to place the Runner safely. "Minho," your voice is soft and Minho knows that if he wasn't in agony he wouldn't know what to do. "Do you know if you've been stung? How are you feeling?"

"Like a klunk in a t-shirt," he attempted to joke, "no, I'm not stung, just cut up."

You examined him, taking his face between your fingers, taking in he features and the cut across his cheek. He moved his arm slightly and you caught a glimpse of the blood slowly soaking through his shirt. Walking around, your eyes widened.

"Take his shirt off," you directed your coworkers. "Now, c'mon."

"What?" The thought of being shirtless in front of you somehow freaked him out more than his recent brush with a Griever.

"Your back is bleeding badly," you stated, "and I have to check you for any other injuries."

You moved out of the way to let the boys help Minho undress, leaving him embarrassed and exposed. Not that there was anything to be embarrassed about. Minho looked like he had been carved out of stone. He spent all day every day exercising, so it wasn't much of a shock, but you still had to remind yourself not to get distracted.

The main focus was sorting out Minho's back and to check for spinal damage. Luckily, it was just a minor cut that was bleeding a hell of a lot.

Minho seemed to be incredibly jumpy. Every time you touched him, he flinched away. You used glue strips to pull the skin back together and wrapped the bandages around his middle. With Minho becoming visibly tense when you pressed your hand against his abs from behind to stabilise the fabric, you assumed that he didn't like physical contact. So, you became cautious to touch him as little as possible to try not to make him uncomfortable.

That was easier said than done when it came to addressing his facial injuries. It didn't look that bad; a surprisingly clean cut.

You stood in between Minho's legs, his face once again between your fingers as you delicately tried to pull the sides of the wound back together. Clint and Jeff were busy making sure Minho's back was appropriately covered and preparing more supplies for you accordingly and Newt was just watching.

Unbeknownst to Minho, you'd actually been sharing the same far away glances. You'd drunkenly confessed to Newt during a game of truths that Minho was the only Glader you were actually attracted to and it felt like you knew him. But with him always being out in the Maze and you always being busy with work, you felt like your paths weren't really meant to cross. You lived in the same place, but it was painfully obvious Minho didn't want to interact with you.

What you failed to tell Newt was that you felt a strong connection with the boy that was basically a stranger. He was unbelievably familiar to you, something you failed to explain even to yourself.

Newt was getting frustrated himself with the stubborn awkwardness you both possessed, but all it did was further prove you'd be a good match. He'd decided to stay and observe because Minho was his friend, but it was also because this was the first time either of you had actually interacted.

You were oblivious to it all at the moment. The panic of Minho being injured caused your anxiety about talking to him to vanish and be replaced with focus on your work. You were also oblivious to Minho's lingering hands as he fought to urge to put them on you waist and the puppy-dog look he couldn't seem to stop.

He'd never been this close to you. The closest being your sex ed lesson. He took the opportunity to watch you. Your face was stoic and firm as you concentrated on placing glue strips in a way that wouldn't be uncomfortable. He couldn't help but find the way your brow furrowed and the way strands of hair escaped your poorly tied up hairstyle cute.

God, you were so close. Too close. Close enough for all of Minho's dreams to start filling his head. He tried desperately to stay calm and distract himself but it wasn't working. You were being so gentle and attentive.

"How does that feel?" You asked absentmindedly, something you did to all your patients. It was such an innocent question that is made Minho even more flustered due to the context he'd previously heard it in his own head. "Minho?"

"It's uh, it's fine- it feels good. Well, not good, it feels klunky- but not like bad, like you've done a good job it just hurts. It.. it feels okay," you raised your eyebrow slightly, a small smirk playing on your lips. Minho inwardly cringed but you were entertained.

From what everyone had told you, Minho was smart and smooth, often overly confident and quick with his wit and even quicker with his actions. Maybe it was the injuries, but the Keeper of the Runners was currently a stuttering mess in front of you.

"Does anything else hurt?" You didn't falter at Minho's response. You're a professional, after all.

"Uh, yeah, I think I rolled my ankle."

"Which one?" He tapped his left leg and you nodded. "Can you take your shoe off?" He winced as he attempted to do so only for you to gesture him to stop.

You lowered yourself to the floor, kneeling in front of him as you untied the laces of his running shoes, trying to be as gentle as possible removing it.

Minho thought his brain might actually melt. You were on your knees in front of him, nursing to his injuries.

He made eye contact with Newt as you rolled his trouser leg up, examining the potential damage. Newt was grinning like an idiot. He had never seen Minho like this. Clint and Jeff were oblivious to whatever was going on and Newt felt like he was in on a well-kept secret. All Minho could do was glare at his friend.

"It looks sprained," you mainly said it to yourself but it quickly dawned on Minho what that meant.

"What about running?"

You looked up at him, pressing your lips into a thing line. "Sorry, buddy, you're gonna be out of commission for while." You rose again, hands in your pockets as you looked down at him. "You've got off pretty lucky all things considered. The cuts aren't deep, they just look bad and your ankle just has a nasty sprain. It should be better in a week or so, but that's only if you rest and stay off it."

"You gotta be shucking kidding me." You scoffed at Minho's dismayed.

"Don't worry too much - I'll give you some regular check-ups and keep an eye on it. You'll be back in the Maze in no time; I'll make sure of that." You playfully winked at him in an attempt to ease his nerves, which seemed to work.

You turned to Newt, "You gonna break the news to Alby or should I?"

"The shank should be happy Minho here is still bloody kickin'," Newt stood up straight, stretching slightly. "I'll go let him know."

You left Minho sitting there as you started talking to Clint and Jeff, telling both of them to go on break since both boys were suddenly very pale and slightly shaken up. You figured losing Minho would have been a massive hit to the Glade and for a second there, it felt very life or death.

"What am I meant to do now?" Minho asked as Clint and Jeff left.

You shrugged. "Whatever you want, man." You walked back over, returning to your position standing in front of him. "You've got a week off, enjoy yourself - well, not too much but you get what I mean."

Unlike Minho, you were having a surprisingly easy time talking to him. Almost natural.

"If you're bored, you can always chill here. It's not like serious injuries are common. You guys are pretty good at your job, so we mainly just deal with Slicer incidents." You were trying to be subtle about it but you were hoping that Minho would take the casual hint to spend some time with you.

You suddenly remember something, walking over to a cupboard, you pick up a makeshift crutch that was leaning against the wood, curtesy of Gally. "Here."

You handed him the crutch and he clearly didn't want to take it and admit defeat, but he did.

"Thanks," the conversation and interaction had reached it's natural end, but despite Minho's determined avoidance, he found himself not wanting to leave. "Can I, uh, can I stay here?"

You grinned at him, "'Course you can. I just said you could, didn't I?"

And that was it.

You and Minho were officially friends. Kind of.

It took a while, but Minho spent most of his week off talking to you and you both fell into a routine. He liked watching you work. You could effortlessly multitask, patching up people's injuries and maintaining a conversation with him.

Newt was also a welcomed addition during your free time. Well, to you at least. Minho wasn't exactly a fan of watching the pair of you talk and mess around. Your relationship with Newt seemed natural and friendly, something you and Minho were yet to have. Or he doubted ever would ever have. He also started to notice some flirting.

He hated it.

Minho had never been a possessive person, but watching you flirt with his best-friend was invoking even more complicated feelings in him.

It was a joke. Minho didn't know it was, but it was. You and Newt flirted all the time - because it was funny. Newt wasn't attracted to you at all. He had made that abundantly clear but that also meant you trusted him because it meant he wasn't going to try anything. And it was funny watching his disappointment when he didn't think the new Greenies were attractive.

Minho was unaware that it was a joke, though. So, by the time it came for him to go back into the Maze, he was reluctant.

Mainly because he was scared of running into another Griever, but also because he couldn't keep an eye on you. He hadn't exactly been keeping an eye on you before but seeing yours and Newt's dynamic up close wasn't pleasant.

Though, the Maze was a break. An actual break this time and a much needed one.

He'd often spend dinner time sitting with you and Newt, but for the rest of it, Minho would make himself scarce. Even when he was in the Glade.

It didn't help that the dreams were getting worse and it didn't take a genius to see that the tension between the both of you was thick. Exchanging glances, standing near each other when you were both involved in a group interaction, Minho's constant watchful gaze. It wasn't just Newt noticing it anymore.

"Dude, will you quit staring? You're freakin' me out." Alby leant against a post as Minho sat on a log, once again observing from a safe distance. Newt had informed him of Minho's growing crush and Alby had decided to keep an eye on things. He knew that Minho would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, but he still liked to make sure things were running smoothly for you. After all, being the only girl wasn't easy.

"I'm not staring," was Minho's response, even though he didn't bother stopping his glare.

"I thought you two were friends now?"

"She'd rather be friends with Newt."

The comment struck Alby as he looked at his long-time friend. Bonfire nights had become like clockwork to the veterans of the Glade, so neither boy really joined in on the festivities.

"Minho, are you jealous?"

The silence was loud and more than enough of an answer for Alby. Minho dropped his head, some kind of shame washing over him.

"Shuck me," the Leader barked a laugh, a rare occurrence, "you actually really like her, huh?"

"Slim it, man," Minho grumbled.

"Well, you better act on it, shank, you've got some competition," Minho figured Alby was referring to Newt, but when he looked up and saw Gally's arm draped around your shoulders, he felt a pit form in his stomach.

You made no effort to push Gally away, he was drunk and definitely not a threat. You weren't even talking to him; you were talking to Newt, who kept giving you gesturing looks, silently asking if you wanted him to deal with Gally. The Builder had originally done it as a flirty gesture but had seemingly forgot that he'd even done it in the first place.

For Minho, however, it was the straw that broke the camels back. Newt? Sure, whatever. He could get it - he liked Newt as much as anyone would, he was his best-friend after all. But Gally? Seriously?

He was on his feet before he'd even processed what he was doing himself, marching over to you. Gally said something, gaining your attention, which is why it startled you when Minho grabbed your wrist. You turned, prepared to rip your hand away only to soften when you realised who it was.

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

You blinked at him. Minho was hard to read and his ever-changing personality and treatment of you had you lost most days. You glanced at Newt, who seemed equally stunned at Minho's sudden confidence.

"Yeah, course, what's up?" He simply nodded in a different direction, gesturing for you to both leave to have a private conversation. You pushed Gally's arm away from you, thoughtlessly following Minho as he dragged you away.

He let go once you'd left the buzzing crowd of the Bonfire and you silently followed him to the edge of the Deadheads. He stopped near one of the closest trees and turned to face you.

"Is everything... okay?" You felt nervous, fiddling with the hem of your jacket, something Minho noticed.

"Uh, yeah," he took a deep breath, collecting himself. He didn't know what he was doing but, low and behold, he was doing it.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Right, yeah," he cleared his throat, "okay, this is gonna sound shuckin' weird but I've just gotta say it, okay?"

"Okay." You tried to stay calm, but you could feel the bubble of stress starting to form. Did he know? Had Newt spilled the beans? Was he about to reject your silent desires?

"So, I, uh, I think I know you," you once again blinked at him and he shuffled awkwardly, "I don't know how to describe it - I just do. Ever since you first came up in the Box, I just- I just wanted to be around you."

"I thought you were avoiding me?"

"Well I was, kinda, I didn't want to get distracted from running- and then there was the dreams and I didn't know how I'd even talk to you and-" Minho had started rambling pretty quick. All his stress from the past few months starting to pour out.

"Dreams?" Minho froze. How exactly was he going to explain that bit? Why the shuck did he mention it to begin with?

"Uh, yeah, I don't wanna- I mean I didn't mean to- you're just so- shuck!" He exclaimed, his face growing redder by the second, "I'm bad at this. I don't know why I brought that up."

"I'm not gonna judge you, dude," you reassured him. "I understand brain klunk and it's weird. Dreams are normal."

"Yeah, but not these ones," he sighed, pausing to gain some courage, "I've been having these dreams, about us, uh... doing.. things."

"Huh?" You tilted your head. Then it clicked, and it was now your turn to get flustered. "Oh! Oh. Oh, right."

"Yeah," he scratched the back of his neck, refusing to make eye contact. "I don't know what it is, but I like you. Like, I really like you. And I know that's weird because we've only been friends for a couple of weeks but I can't help it. I don't want to think of these things but I can't help it and it's starting to cause a problem." He finally looked at you for a second. His rambling caused him to repeat himself as he stopped thinking about what he was saying before he said it.

Your expression was blank as you tried to process everything he was saying. He seemed genuine, and genuinely embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Sorry," his eyes fell to the floor, "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable and you can shut me down and we can just be friends- I don't care about that as long as we're fine. But watching Gally hang off you, and the new Greenies look at you. And the way you and Newt flirt all the time- it just, shit, it just makes me mad, dude. I can't take it, watching everyone want you when I want you too. I mean-"

"Minho-"

"It's driving me mad. Everything you do is stuck in my head-"

"Minho-" you stepped forward, though he's too in his own head to even notice.

"I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore. And Alby was saying all this klunk and-"

You cut him off. Lifting his chin to look at you, you pressed your lips to his. He froze, completely. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

"Shut up, Slinthead," you mumbled, pulling away slightly, basically saying it into his mouth, "I know you too. I want you too."

That was enough for Minho. He pushed his lips against yours. It was sudden and bold as he pushed against you. Your bodies moulded together as your arms went around the back of his neck, your fingers brushing the short hairs at the base of his head. His hands went to your waist under your jacket, pulling you impossibly closer.

The kiss quickly becomes passionate and heated, his fingers brushing against your skin under your shirt, padding against your flesh. You hummed in response, just pushing him further as he span you around. Backing you up against a tree, your back hit the bark, earning a squeak.

He broke the kiss and the way he looked at you made your knees weak. He gaze was full of a mix of lust and want, but also was loving and cautious. He didn't want to over step, but he was desperate. The frustrations were finally coming to the surface and he knew he had to stop himself.

"I can't..." He panted, "I can't do this anymore. I need you."

He was making you weak. It wasn't like you'd never been aroused before but this was different. You couldn't even form words as you connected back to him. A guttural, deep noise escaped his throat.

Things were moving fast as your hands left his neck, dipping lower and and under his shirt. Feeling his skin and his solid mid-drift. You grazed your nails against his skin and his teeth lightly brushed your bottom lip.

This wasn't the plan. But at the rate things were moving, you didn't want to stop it either.

"Holy shuck!" Newt exclaimed, dramatically throwing his hand over his eyes, scared to witness anything else unsightly.

You and Minho stopped, snapping to look at your embarrassed friend. Minho stepped back, awkwardly crossing his hands over his crotch as you tried to catch your breath.

Newt awkwardly peaked through his fingers before sighing from relief and lowering his hand.

"Uh, the Runners wanna talk to you about Maps or some klunk - Alby wants an update on how it's going."

Minho cleared his throat, "Right, yeah. I'll uh- yeah." He looked at you, "I'll uh, I'll catch you later, right?"

"Mhm."

"Cool." He brushed past Newt, not daring to make eye-contact, knowing he'd hear all about it later anyway.

Newt looked at you, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"You finally spoke to him then?"

"Shut your shucking mouth, Slinthead."

Woah, Petri actually writing a piece of fanfiction? Mad. Anyway, here is my first actual writing piece on here and I know the TMR fandom is kinda dead, but I love Minho with my whole heart and he's probably one of my favourite all time characters, so I figured this would be a good place to start.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think. :))

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[bluenpjm]

HORUS ACADEMY CH.5 !

— to the writers @singguks @socksjini @bluenpjm, our comments and theories (MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

from @magicshopew: the ending was a HUGE cliff for me !! and this time around i have no clue to who elena is going to point out to be you !! i agree that tzuyu was very extra shady in that library scene .. but i doubt that if, BIG IF, you is indeed her, she would do it all by herself . 

onto the fights because omg i lost my sh*t over the ones we got this chapter - someone protects our baby JK !! he wasnt ready for that throw down kajhjkjshd elena was feral and kaya girl o-o i didnt know you had it in you !! freya and namjoon were juggling like clowns jhdsj it was too funny omg 

jin bestie .. i love you . what to even say !! i was living my best life every time he made an intervention jskhdak 

pairings - sh*t will hit the fan if freya doesnt tell her secret to our homeboy JK let me just say !! their scenes were precious and i was in rage when mingyu showed instead .. kaya girl again .. OMG !! the library scene once again got me »»» and we all know what ship is sailing when it comes to tae ajhdsgkagd 

* additional * was it only me or anyone missed archie as well ? i was waiting for drama boy-ihhh kjashdkjahds 

from @dropsofjoonpiter: ok i actually suck when trying to guess who the culprit is. but i do feel in my gut it's not tzuyu the real you... LISTEN! i know, she's sus, but i feel she is an informant? for the real you. and my best guess is the real you is from that little group that got jungkook tied to the tree! 

i won't even say much about this chapter be the bomb because cmon. it was so well written! the fights seemed real. i could actually picture the whole thing as if i was a student in horus kkkkkk 

my fave this chapter got to be either jimin whining all the time and uhm??? breaking a lamp!!! OR yoongi was pretty badass and funny kkkk not him telling on tae kkkkkkk 

the romance was over the roof period. i don't even have a fave, they all served different things for me and i'm here for it 🤍

from @rcseluv: I AM SHOCKED. that's my take on this chapter. 

like Kook points out I don't even want to know who You is. I just want to know when are they all dating!!!!! 

if I was studying there, I'd be checking my socials every second and I would thrive liking Elena's responses ahahah if I was in their shoes I don't think I would have the courage though! just imagine the whole school knowing stuff about you? yikes! 

and I really think Tzuyu could be You. she is roommates with Freya right? it's really possible. and the way she looked at Namjoon with Kaya!!! that was creepy af. 

Jimin and the teacher got me on nerves as soon as I started reading. I don't like Miss Bellum no matter how much he comes to her rescue... Mingyu was cute but eh... I'd rather ship Freya with Yoongi if Kook isn't her endgame. 

MAZE SCENE got me cryingggg! they are precious together. I'm happy I was right about Kaya's ship ahaha the tea reference... Ugh! perfect together. 

and can we talk about how everyone was running from Tae this chapter? ahahaahah I died. Elena was the only one hanging with him!!! even Freya was like omg my twin is too much ahahahahahaha 

from @investigativelewis: You're hearing from me first but now that I think about it Tzuyu is not YOU. 

What if Miss Bellum is the one?! I bet on her or Bambam. Because picture this: Miss Bellum was with Jimin the whole time apparently (ew.) and we all know Jimin is a lose mouth (well I'm assuming) so I don't know... Maybe I just don't trust the woman. But for Bambam it actually makes sense. He did do that thing with Jk and then when the fight started between Jimin and Archie he was the one inciting the whole thing... And Tzuyu is from his gang, that was written so. 

Apart from that, the writting was ten out of ten. The fights were amazing!!! And I really wish we could get a tv series out of this because I pictured the whole school and it seems DREAMYYYYY! I can't stop myself from imagining cute dates between them... And the girls running away from Horus? Omg. They for sure know all the cool spots there, as confirmed by our queen Kaya. 

I just loved this chapter too much! Made me want to go back to school myself ahaha didn't you feel that? That scene where they are all dozing off and then someone picks up their phone is just a throw back to my days in school. It was really nice! 

from @narimiese: I am so~ lost after this one. Omo. I really thought you would be Archie,, but after this chapter Im not so sure anymore~

But thats not the important part 🤣🤣 What matters is when all the ships will be sailing~ One is! But the other two are rocky,,,, I really liked seeing Kaya and Joon~ They were too cute with each other! I fear for Hobis reaction but he will have to take it as it is I dont care~ 🤣

The tea scene was really really cute. I loved it~ And Freya omo... I was so sad for her after classes,, She seems to connect so well with Jeongguk and he doesnt move! Its frustrating~ 🤣

Elena was not having it,, And I really liked her part with Yoongi~! 

Do you think Archie will let that thing at the games just be..? I was waiting him going after the Wolves 🤔

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[juggling-responsibilities]

Act 1, Part 5 - As the World Falls Down

The Shield Maze, as previously discussed, is a part of the ruins beneath Kenabres that connects to the surface. Neather legend states that when the maze falls, the children of the first crusaders will be able to rise to join the rest of Mendev to join the final assault on the Worldwound.

At least, that's what we've been led to believe. When Wenduag takes us there in the dead of night, it's... not exactly what I was expecting. The way they described it, it's crumbling ruins and deserted buildings.

Well, they did say it was a maze...

Turns out this is a whole-ass temple to the demons. And spoiler warning: I think this might have something to do with how Deskari was able to attack the city.

The Shield Maze, as it turns out, is a temple to Baphomet, the Lord of the Labyrinth. Or rather, it appears to have originally been a temple to Iomedae that was abandoned and taken over by the cultists of Baphomet. It's a bit hard to tell - the demonic iconography is still being built, or rather was being built up until extremely recently, when the fucking ground was rent asunder by a mountain-sized scythe. The lower levels were under construction, and we come across the recently-killed bodies of the miners and masons who were still in the process of building and expanding. There is also flooding in the lower levels, but that looks to be aqueducts from Kenabres up above being shattered and emptying out into the caverns below.

What I'm saying is that these ruins don't really look all that ruinous. I mean, they do now, but they wouldn't have if we came here, say, a week ago.

The earthquakes have also brought up some angry elementals, which we manage to pacify. Well, by pacify, I mean "beat the shit out of until they stop being angry". We don't have a stoned transporter chief to teleport Gorignak into the peaceful void of space, after all, so Mendevian girls make do.

Of course, it's not just irritated elementals and Baphomet cultists that are in here.

There are mongrels in here, and a lot more than the ones Wenduag said got lost. Like, a lot more.

🕷: "Some unlucky fools who thought the Shield Maze was a good place to go for a stroll. The Maze drove them insane. If they weren't insane to begin with, that is. But this isn't the first time I've been attacked by people I know in here. Lost friends of mine would sometimes reappear... like that. They didn't recognize anyone anymore. Trying to talk to them was a waste of time. Ending their suffering was the only option." She snorts derisively, but it seems forced. "Weaklings. Serves them right." 🪓: "You never told me this Maze of yours was crawling with cultists." 🕷: "I didn't because there weren't any. Looks like they got here the same way you did - the fell from the surface."

If we want to take a quick dip into an alternate universe for a moment, one where we didn't call Lann a liar in front of his village elder and leader, we can get a different response to that question.

Where Wenduag is dismissive, Lann is sorrowful. She calls them weaklings for losing their path, both literally and figuratively. Meanwhile, Lann mourns his lost friends, and takes his indignation not in the fact that they fell, but that they were in this position in the first place.

But we're not in that universe. Let's go back to Quintessa and her spiderkitten who thinks of nothing but murder all day.

A... well, it's not a passive Perception check since there actually was a roll involved, but passive in gameplay terms. Because I know TTRPG terms are sometimes at odds with terminology from the videoed games, I will default to the gameplay terms when necessary.

So: A successful passive Perception check gives me another dialogue option at this point.

🪓: "The Maze doesn't look like the mysterious place you've made it out to be. Looks more like a cultists' den to me, and a well-established one at that."

So, in essence, we've learned two important things about Wenduag here.

She's lying to us. Flat-out, bald-faced lying. I'd be more offended if I wasn't so interested in why.

She's touchy.

There's one more main difference in this section between Wenduag and Lann, of course. While Lann gives you more insight into the actual motivations of the mongrels and the tragedy of them losing themselves in the Maze, Wenduag's interactions are a bit more practical. By which I mean she can bypass a particularly difficult locked door in the basement, one that you can maybe make the roll on with Camellia, but a failure jams the lock and renders the treasure behind it unreachable. Wenduag, in her many excursions through the Maze, stole the key and just unlocks it for you.

The majority of this dungeon is fairly standard tutorial dungeon fare - notes on a few cultists hint at how to unlock secret rooms (you have to look for torches you can interact with), there are a few tougher fights with some higher level elementals that are a little bit of a player skill check - they're made completely trivial if you're not just autoattacking and actually using your spells or abilities, depending on your class features, but otherwise can completely wreck an unprepared party. Throughout there is just a masterful amount of environmental storytelling, which serves three purposes in one:

It sets the mood of the game absolutely wonderfully - this is a tutorial dungeon and it's just absolutely filled with corpses, fountains of blood, and the incomplete masonry of workers interrupted in their duties of expanding their base and making it more demonic.

It teaches you mechanics, as well as how this game differs mechanically from their previous one, Kingmaker. For example, the very first trap you come across has a lootable pile of charred bones in front of it, indicating that someone else has run afoul of the trap, and urging you to take a closer look at how the trap has a separate trigger panel needed to disarm it, instead of disarming it at the base of the trap itself.

It also just encourages you to slow down and just look at the details, read the notes. The notes that tell you where secret rooms, are, for example, but also the ones that give you more indication of the story. Specifically, that Wenduag has been lying to you even more - these cultists have been here for a while, not just recently.

Also importantly for a tutorial dungeon, the Shield Maze also has some more fun surprises for us. Hidden away behind a color puzzle, we find a lost relic of the first crusade.

Which basically tells us that the Tower of Estrod, whatever that is, is also compromised. Considering there's this whole-ass cultist base directly under Kenabres, that does seem to be the theme here.

Whatever Deskari was able to do, it wasn't the first strike. This was planned, and it was done from inside the city.

...I'm feeling really good about leaving the circus for this, y'all.

In any case, Camellia is a lot less impressed by a rusted sword, and Seelah, instead of getting defensive about it, just wonders at the same thing I am - how did it get here from the Tower?

🪓: "What's so special about it?" 🛡: "Now... nothing, I guess. But this sword was legendary in its day! People say that when Yaniel held it, the blade would glow, striking demons left and right. Soldiers would see Radiance's light from afar and take heart, rushing into the fray and winning. But I don't know what's wrong with it now, or how to restore its power. All I can sense is that they made a mockery of it." 🩸: "You're empathizing with an object? Extraordinary. Are all paladins so tender-hearted and sensitive?"

Seelah goes on to explain who Yaniel was, how important she was to the crusade, and how she died covering the escape from Drezen. The sword means a lot to Seelah not only as a relic, but as a reminder of why she does what she does.

🛡: "I have this weird feeling, like I'm rescuing a fellow warrior from a dungeon. We can't just abandon it, even if it's no use to us. It's no use to anyone down here. But what if it could be repaired?"

Even without the quest marker popping up in my journal, I would have known this was important. Not only are we going to find a way to restore this sword, we're going to find out more about what happened to Yaniel. Narrative flags don't lie, and these are more like narrative anvils.

It's actually an upgrade for Seelah, anyway. Replacing her normal longsword with this, a Cold Iron longsword. I know some popular builds give Seelah other weapons, and I'm sure paladins could make use of a lot of different ones, but not only does this mean a lot to her, she's also a follower of Iomedae, whose favored weapon is a longsword. No, this thing is staying with Seelah, and we'll make sure she keeps using it.

The rest of the dungeon goes about how you'd expect.

Eventually we reach stairs up to a new, rather ornate chamber, where several mongrels are huddled behind a crusader, potentially another one who fell from the Day of the City up above. They're being confronted by a cultist and a rather large demon.

These are the missing youths from Neathholm, as it turns out. The cultist, Hosilla, has rounded them up to either kill or convert them, and she doesn't particularly care which. She demonstrates as one of the mongrels protests, declaring that they are children of the crusaders - which she ignores as she calmly walks over and kills them.

The other mongrels, who clearly don't want to die, rush over to the fallen crusader and start eating, glowing with demonic power as they do so.

Oh, yes. This is the tone this game is setting.

But then...

That's when the narration kicks in.

Inside me are two warring instincts. I have a demon of rage, urging me to kill - and I have an angel, ushering me to defy this instinct and rise above it.

That. That doesn't seem normal. But I am too swept up in the emotions to care. Kill the interloper, or show them the light of justice?

I tamp down the demon, but the narration tells me that this is a supreme act of self-control.

The mysterious wound, the one the silver dragon Terendelev could not heal, the one that I sustained just prior to the events of the game...

To use a technical term for it, it's fuckin' weird as shit.

Something caused this wound, and it's reacting to massive emotions and enormous power, and it allows me to choose how I direct it. I could, in the narration's terms, succumb to the rage and wield monstrous demonic power, or control it with the light of the gods.

Savamelekh doesn't much like it, at least. He screeches in pain and nopes out, leaving us to fight Hosilla on her own - or, on her own plus some lesser demons who stuck around.

🕷: "I no longer serve you, you bitch! Not you, or your flying monkey! I always fight with the strongest side."

Implications of this are concerning, but we don't really have time to process that just yet. It's a rough fight, but we're also not alone - Lann has followed us and joins in.

Thanks, Lann. You're so awesome, Lann.

Boss fight: Hosilla

She's tough, but not impossible to take down, especially once Lann joins in.

Although Lann's not terribly happy with us, either.

This is not going to be pleasant.

[lucifer-but-better]

I'm on my shit again so here we go.

God!Lucifer Headcanons

So assuming Lucifer became God right after the battle or very soon after (I'm electing to ignore his "true purpose" being the "rehabilitation of hell's souls" and any reservations he had about becoming God for now) and seeing that as he's Lucifer, being omnipresent and omniscient may not be all that appealing to him. We also know that God is able to store his power in an object and reclaim it at any point. So what's stopping Lucifer from storing aspects of God's power and only accessing them when need be?

Say he wore some sort of accessory or accessories within which he could store those powers and they would be on his person at all times. So he could basically tap into his abilities any time he needed but they don't have to be active all the time, thus he could still live his life without the burden of being all knowing or being everywhere at once. It would also be very useful to store the ability to be all-powerful especially for someone like Lucifer. God exploded Dan and put him back together in a fit of saltiness, imagine what Lucifer "oldest immature person alive" Morningstar could do by accident.

Earrings would be the most logical choice to store the powers in. Rings, necklaces and bracelets could easily be pick-pocketed or lost in a fight. I imagine he would get his lobes pierced and wear three earrings, each one imbued with the power of omnipotence, omniscience or omnipresence.

"But where does that leave his responsibilities as God at?" I hear you ask. Well, Lucifer has learned many times that he doesn't have to work alone. It's clear that ruling the universe all on his own did no good for God, so why would Lucifer repeat the same mistake? He has so many siblings, each with their own purpose and role. Why not teach them about Earth and its customs and how to use their unique powers to help it keep turning? This idea was briefly explored in season 6 and it's already established that Azrael's role as the angel of death is to collect souls and take them to the afterlife so it's clear that the various angels have various roles. The angels could help Lucifer with his responsibilities, this would make sure that what happened with God doesn't happen with Lucifer. He wouldn't be isolated from his family and they wouldn't be left in the dark again.

Finally, he could fix the broken Hell/Heaven system as a whole thus fulfilling that nonsense about his true calling being Hell's Therapist. A soul with reservations or guilt can go through hell to face that guilt and move on before finally reaching heaven, no torture required. A soul with no reservation can just go to heaven like before. All that's needed is a screening process to see if that soul actually deserves heaven. Shitty people can serve their appropriate sentence in hell, face the consequences to their actions and then go through rehabilitation.

Not to mention, this could also give the demons a new purpose and use what Maze learned about growing souls. If demons can grow souls then why not have Maze teach her siblings how to do that? Any demon who doesn't want a soul can stay a torturer, since those would still be needed to make sure people's sentences are served. If the rest of hell's demons grew souls and developed empathy, then they could start rehabilitating hell's souls instead of Lucifer doing it all on his own and leaving Chloe behind. Easier said than done but he's God now and he always had all the time in the world anyway.

So what do ya'll think

#lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar #chloe decker #lucifer headcanons #mazikeen smith #lucifer season 6 isn't real #god!lucifer #netflix should've hired me

[sakis-sweets]

okay i'm FINALLY getting to the last of my requests, starting with the tadaaki x etsuji requested by @yansim-fan314 who i'm tagging bc i lost the original ask when i responded to talk about oneshots vs slowburn fics lol anyway HERE

Tadaaki remembered vividly the rage and confusion he’d felt the first time he saw Etsuji enter his gym. He knew how much the two of them had once scorned him and he hadn’t yet fully forgiven Etsuji for looking down on the martial arts club. Yet, for some reason, when he saw Etsuji’s eyes search for him, saw how he lit up once their gazes connected, Tadaaki’s heart raced.    

Etsuji navigated his way through the maze of equipment and held up a hand in greeting. “Yo.” 

Tadaaki held up hs fist in response. Etsuji closed his hand and bumped his knuckles to Tadaaki’s. “What’s up, man?”

    “I think I wanna focus on my core today. What are you gonna be doing?”

“Legs. Sakkun says my kick isn’t as strong as my punch.”

“That so? I know you gave me shit for skipping leg day initially, but what if you just focused on training your arms? Then you could just put your all into your punches.”

“Yeah, and then I’d be predictable as hell. If my opponents know to expect a hook, they won’t know what to do when I hit them with a good roundhouse!”

Etsuji rolled his eyes. “I swear, you’re almost too thorough.”

“I seem to recall you benefiting a lot from my thorough training and advice over the past few weeks.”

“Fine, whatever, let’s just get started.” The two of them smiled as they each went about their routines. Though they didn’t always use the same machine, they were more than happy to spot each other when it became necessary. During this hour of the day, there was no time or place for all the complicated feelings that Tadaaki had. 

However, that time had to come to an end at some point, and soon enough both of them had finished their planned workouts for the day. As the two of them went to the locker room to change, Etsuji groaned. “I really pushed myself today… I have no idea how I’m going to get through my sets tomorrow.”

“Sounds like you need a good soak,” Tadaaki advised. “Or a rest day. When was the last time you took one?”

Etsuji flinched. “I’m taking them okay? Look, I don’t even need my compression braces anymore. I’m fine!”

Tadaaki rolled his eyes. “Sure.” 

“But that soak sounds nice… Oh, yeah! Doesn’t this gym’s membership give you a discount at the bathhouse near here?”

“Yeah, but I usually just go home so I can put some bath salts in…”

“Bath salts? What, you some kinda chick? Come on, let’s try this place out!”

Tadaaki’s whole body tensed. “R-Right now?”

“Yeah, you got something else going on?”

“Uh… I guess not…”

“Then come on!”

Hesitantly, Tadaaki agreed. 

On their way to the bathhouse, Etsuji rambled on about sports news and his workout plans while Tadaaki listened. Maybe he was just tired from the workout, but something about this whole thing made his head spin. The idea of going to a bathhouse with Etsuji didn’t feel wrong, but it didn’t feel like it had felt whenever he went with his family or members of the martial arts club. Maybe he just wasn’t too keen on exposing himself to someone he’d hated until recently? Yeah, that had to be it. It was petty and childish, but it made sense. 

   “Watch out!”

Tadaaki felt a sudden jerk as Etsuji grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the street just as a car rushed past with its horn blazing. Tadaaki stared after it, not fully registering what had just happened. “Dude, are you insane?” Etsuji nearly shouted, releasing his grip on Tadaaki’s wrist. “How could you just wander into the road like that? You need to pay attention and not zone out when you’re this close to traffic!” 

Tadaaki looked down at his wrist. His skin burned and tingled where Etsuji had touched it. It sent shivers up his arm to his back. Probably just because Etsuji had grabbed it so hard. 

“Ugh, and my magazine fell out of my bag. Now it’s all dirty, and I was gonna look at it tonight…” Tadaaki looked at the magazine and saw a smiling woman dressed only in a bikini. Something settled deep in the pit of his stomach and clogged his throat. He knew Etsuji carried gravure magazines around, he’d even gotten used to it - why did it disgust him so much again?

“That’s… Chigusa, right?”

“Oh, you remember? Yeah!”

“She’s coming to our school next week, I think…”

“Really? Someone as famous as her?! Wow…”

Tadaaki balled his hand into a fist, focusing on the pain of his fingernails digging into his palm to stop his face from screwing up. “You must be really excited. It’s the chance of a lifetime.”

“Huh? For what?”

“You know, to get with her…”

Etsuji watched Tadaaki for a moment before breaking out into a big grin. “Ha! What?! Me and her? No way, dude, she’s like, way out of my league… and it would be so awkward, yanno?”

Tadaaki unclenched his fist. “What? You’re not gonna go after her?”

“Duh, of course not! She’s not someone I like like that. Maybe a while ago, yeah, but I don’t even know her…”

Tadaaki’s heart beat so hard he felt it would burst from his chest. Surely it was because that car had almost hit him. Or maybe his blood ran so hot just from the sight of a scantily clad woman. That had to be it. Because if it wasn’t, then…

“I-I just remembered, I have to study tonight! Sakkun said he’d boot me from the club if I don’t get my grades up, so…”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“Bye!” Tadaaki dashed off, leaving behind a very confused Etsuji. That night, he got the best cardio workout of his life. He was already exhausted, and he likely wouldn’t be able to even get out of bed tomorrow, but he ran and ran until he got to his home. He ignored his mother’s greeting and his father’s chiding and raced up to his room, nearly slamming the door behind him. His heart was still pounding and his lungs burned. As he desperately sucked air into his throat, feeling all the while like he was swallowing daggers, his legs finally buckled beneath him as he fell to the floor. 

It was the relief that made him realize it. No, he’d known for a while now - it was the relief that made him stop denying it. He’d been so relieved that Etsuji wasn’t interested in pursuing his favorite gravure model, relieved that he wouldn’t have to endure an endless amount of jealousy even worse than what he’d felt just looking at her image on the cover of the magazine. It wasn’t the exercise or the danger that made his heart work so hard, it was Etsuji. Tadaaki grasped at his chest, trying to relieve the pain. He cursed and swore, but it didn’t make the feelings or the images go away.

He wanted Etsuji all to himself. More than any goal, more than any woman, Tadaaki just wanted to be close to Etsuji. He thought of his eyes, imagined his rippling muscles, how he pulled his lips back when he really pushed his limits and how sweat ran down his face, and he knew that his life was going to be nothing but difficult from here on out.

#yandere simulator #yansim #etsuji odaka #tadaaki sunada #etsuji x tadaaki #romance #I DID IT #sakkun refers to the martial arts club pres btw #OK I THINK I HAVE LIKE. THREE MORE TO DO. I'VE STARTED ON THE NEXT ONE ALREADY LEMME GET THESE OUT #WOOOOOO I DO LOVE ME SOME PAINFUL PINING #WOOT WOOT #ENJOY

[heliads]

Zombies and Descendants imagine being Mal twin sister and meeting the wolf pack.

i miss descendants

masterlist

You are walking irritably through the woods, wondering why on earth you possibly thought this was a reasonable risk to take. Technically, you know exactly why you’re here, as you’re the one who put yourself up to this, but still. Rehashing it all will do good things for you.

Besides, you’re fairly certain that your twin is just as much to blame as you are. People always like to pretend that the two of you are one and the same, so why shouldn’t you put responsibility on her shoulders as well? It’s only fair.

See, the two of you went into this whole thing because you were bored and in need of a good adventure, a combination that should have all of Auradon running for cover. As they should, honestly. Between you and Mal, you can do just about anything, and your intentions are never as pure as some would like them to be.

That’s what landed you here, at any rate, another plot with your sister. You’re still finalizing the details, but you know the rough idea. The most important thing right now is getting the proper ingredients. You’re here in the middle of some dense and dark forest in the hopes of finding some ultra-powerful moonstone, while your sister gets to go to the beach with her prince boyfriend to track down a weather machine. It doesn’t seem entirely fair.

There’s no turning back, though, not now. You have a reputation to uphold as the bravest of the VKs, and besides, you rather like the scheme you and your sister are finalizing. If you back out now, you won’t get the chance to bring your mad plans to fruition, and what’s the point of that?

Your mind is made up, but that doesn’t make the going any easier from here on out. The thickets and glens of this forest seem determined to keep you from your destination, knotting together into one dense mass of wilderness that never seems to let up. You’ve been traveling for a while now, but you don’t know that you’re any further into the woods than when you started.

Perhaps you’ve been going in circles, or perhaps the forest is so determined to bar you entry that you’ve never made it inside in the first place, and have simply been pacing along the edge of a maze without ever seeing the labyrinthine passageways inside. Regardless, you know that you need to make up some ground before you become hopelessly lost, so you close your eyes and cast a spell.

It’s nothing major, just a simple tracker charm, but it does the trick. Your footsteps become more sure, and you easily make your way across ravines and through narrow patches of forest that had been practically impenetrable before.

In fact, you’re going so fast that you almost don’t notice that you’re no longer alone until you come face to face with your mysterious interlopers. You look up abruptly, startling yourself out of the spell, and find yourself locking eyes with a group of people who appear about your age. They’re all wearing shades of purple, orange, and brown, with fur lining most of their clothes. What draws your attention most of all is the shock of white dashing their hair, a highlight in one girl’s braids and a few loose curls on another boy’s head. They all appear to be together, in some way or another, and draw to each other as instinctively as you do to the other VKs.

A girl with long, dark curly hair approaches you first; evidently, she’s the one in charge. “Who are you, and what are you doing on our turf?”

It’s all the standard intruder business, a speech you’ve heard about a dozen times before in different parts of the Isle of the Lost, but-

“I’m sorry, did you just growl at me?”

Technically, you’re supposed to be shutting up around now, letting your hosts have enough time to repeat their whole mantra about how this is their home and you’re just an invader, but you’re so taken aback by the lead girl’s snarl that you forget yourself.

The girl blinks at you, and you continue on. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but you definitely just growled at me. Who does that? Have you ever spoken to another person before?”

The girl seems like she definitely wants to rip your head off, but before she can do anything, a boy comes up at her side, laying a hand protectively on her arm to restrain her. He also looks like he’s holding back a laugh.

“I think what Willa means to say is that we would like to know who you are, seeing as none of us have ever seen you before, and what it is that you want. Also, she growled at you because we’re werewolves. It’s kind of what we do.”

You mumble something under your breath about how that still doesn’t make the growling thing okay, it’s definitely very weird, but Willa’s shooting you a death glare so you give the whole thing up.

“Right, then. I’m Y/N, I’m not a werewolf but I can growl if that makes you guys feel better. I’m here because I need to borrow a moonstone. Have you seen one around, by any chance?”

The boy who’d been smiling at you suddenly freezes in place, expression shut down by something almost like fear. “What do you want with the moonstone?”

You point a finger at him. “So you do know where it is! Fantastic.”

He shakes his head, taking an involuntary step forward as he talks. “No, not fantastic. How do you know about our moonstone?”

You shrug. “Same way anyone hears about a moonstone, I guess. You said it was yours, though. Who are you?”

Willa breaks in, shooting daggers at both you for asking questions and the boy for answering them. “I think we need to know more about you first. You’re the one on our turf.”

You sigh with a touch more drama than necessary. “Alright, alright. My name is Y/N, daughter of Maleficent, sister of Mal, witch-in-training, all that. I need to borrow your moonstone because it’s supposedly the most powerful in this hemisphere. I’m not trying to intrude on your turf, just trying to make ends meet for a spell.”

The boy’s brows furrow adorably. “You’re a witch?”

You nod. “Yes, and you’re a nameless werewolf.”

Thankfully, he takes the cue. “Oh, right. I’m Wyatt. You know Willa, and this is Wynter and the rest of our pack. You’re on our side of the Forbidden Forest right now.”

He pauses a moment, then keeps going, as if unable to hold himself back. “Out of curiosity, what kind of spell? Not that it matters, of course,” Wyatt adds hastily when Willa glares at him, “You wouldn’t be getting the moonstone anyway, but I feel like it would be cool if we could learn about it. I’ve never met a witch before.”

You wink at him. “And I’ve never met a werewolf.”

Willa sighs with enough theatrics to rival even you. “Alright, stop flirting with each other. Do you need our moonstone or just a moonstone?”

Wyatt tilts his head towards Willa, as if finally seeing what she’s getting at. “Actually, I have an idea. How about you come back to our place so we can talk this over without a confrontation? It’ll be much more friendly.”

He says this last bit with pointed stares at both you and Willa. You do like the idea of getting to know this boy a little more, so you shrug. “Sounds good to me.”

Not to be outdone, Willa nods as well. “Just don’t try anything, witch. We’ve got our eyes on you.”

You smirk. “Same for you, werewolf.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes, then starts to head off. You match his speed measure for measure, although he only starts talking again once you’ve started off at a good pace and are out of Willa’s hearing distance.

“She doesn’t mean any insult, you know. Willa, I mean. We’ve just had enough problems with humans trying to infringe on our rights that she’s suspicious of anyone she doesn’t know trying to take what’s ours.”

You blow out a low breath. “Oh, trust me, I get it. My sister, friends, and I used to live on this place called the Isle of the Lost, while all the picture-perfect kids got to stay on the mainland. If there’s anything I get, it’s wanting to defend what’s yours.”

Wyatt looks surprised at this. “You mean you didn’t get to go in the nicer bits of town because they were afraid of what they thought you could be?”

You glance over at him, impressed. “That’s exactly right, actually. Sounds like we’ve got more in common than I thought.”

Wyatt looks rather pleased that he’s managed to win you over. “Oh, sweetheart, I think we’re going to get along just fine. Trust me on that.”

You direct another grin his way. “I can’t wait.”

You’d gladly go on trading flirtatious comments back and forth with Wyatt until the end of time, but the rest of the werewolves are coming to a stop, so you reluctantly cease your chatter.

Up ahead, Willa gestures towards a mammoth cavern of rock. “This is our base. The only people allowed in here are the people we trust enough to not stab us in the back.”

You whisper something to Wyatt as you approach the stone caves. “Do you trust me enough to not stab you in the back?”

He smirks back at you, casually letting his arm cross your waist in the guise of helping you over some uneven terrain. “I’d love to see you get close enough to try.”

Right now, you’re grateful to the night sky for being dark enough to cover up the heat in your cheeks. No one’s been able to get under your skin enough to shake you up like this in a long time, but you’re not entirely sure that you mind it with Wyatt.

However, you’ve got other things to think about right now; namely, getting around the werewolves’ preferred place of residence. It’s huge, far bigger than you first thought. Stone walls bedecked in glowing paintings or strung over by vines of ivy open up to wide-walled caverns host to dozens of werewolves, even more than the party that greeted you in the forest.

You manage to tear your attention from the caves long enough to realize that Wyatt is looking at you with a pleased expression on his face. “What?” You ask.

He just shrugs. “It’s impressive, that’s all.” He’s not looking at the caverns as he says this, however, as if he’s really talking about something or someone else.

Willa leads the way through the caves until you’re in the central room. From the moment you stand in the arched opening, you realize why you’ve been brought here. A massive moonstone, about the size of Beauty’s Beast all curled up, lies in the middle of the cavern. You can feel its rush of power even from where you stand.

You whistle slowly. “Wow.”

Willa nods, watching you like a hawk. “This is what you’re after?”

You incline your head. “Yeah, but this is way more than I need. I mean, using even a tenth of its power could overwhelm any spell. Besides, I don’t think I could lift this long enough to carry it back to Auradon.”

Wyatt raises a finger in the air as if figuring something out. “Actually, you don’t have to.”

He pulls at a leather cord around his neck, revealing a small chunk of moonstone threaded around the strap. It glows with the same sort of energy as the larger moonstone, like they’re both connected or formed from similar types of magic.

“Could this sort of thing work?”

You draw closer to him instinctively, holding your hand up to the moonstone to feel the waves of power emanating from it. “Yeah, actually. That’s perfect.”

Willa looks relieved, or perhaps disappointed that she doesn’t get to claw you to death after all. “Excellent. I’ll leave you to get that sorted out.”

She, Wynter, and most of the other wolves that had escorted you here disperse throughout the cavern, although you have no doubt that most of them are still watching you. Regardless, it now feels as if you are utterly alone with Wyatt.

He pauses a moment, then tugs the cord containing the smaller moonstone off of his neck in one quick movement. “Here, take mine.”

You stare at him confusedly as he places the stone in your palm, carefully folding your fingers around it. “I thought this was supposed to be keeping you safe, though. I can’t ask you to give this up.”

Wyatt lifts a shoulder casually. “I’ll get another one. This way, you’ll have something to remember me by.”

A soft smile touches your lips. “That’s very sweet of you, Wyatt.”

He flashes you a fanged grin. “I’ve been known to be sweet before.”

You laugh. “Well, I appreciate it anyway. Guess that means I should be getting back to Auradon.”

As you say it, you realize how little you want to go. Wouldn’t it be nice to stay here for just a little longer, get to know Wyatt better over a meal or something?

Wyatt, to his credit, looks just as crestfallen as you feel. “I can walk with you to the edge of our territory, if you like, make sure you don’t get lost.”

You smile at him, grateful that at least you won’t have to say goodbye quite yet. “I’d like that.”

The two of you head out of the caverns, although the journey lasts far shorter than you’d like. You and Wyatt stop, and you begin a spell to open a portal to Auradon. It’ll be far faster this way, and you’re certain that you’re already running late.

Wyatt stares through the gateway at the picturesque streets visible behind you. “That’s your home?”

You nod. “You can visit anytime you like. It’s just a bit farther through the forest.”

The corners of his lips quirk up. “I think I’d like that.”

You think you’d like that quite a bit. Saying goodbye is hard despite the fact that you’ve only known each other for a short period of time, like some part of you knows that you ought to stick together for far longer.

Just as you’re stepping through the portal, though, Wyatt grabs your hand, twisting you around just long enough to press a kiss to your cheek. Then you’re through to the other side, watching him disappear into the blue sparks of magic. You’re left standing there, one hand raising unconsciously to touch the place on your cheek where his lips had touched.

You’re not sure how long you stand there, but when you manage to focus again, a purple-haired girl is striding briskly towards you. She looks pleased with herself.

“There you are, Y/N. You won’t believe what I had to go through, far too much happy-go-lucky singing and dancing for my taste, but at least it’s done. Do you have what we need? Y/N? Y/N, you with us?”

It takes considerable effort to snap yourself out of your happy daze. “Yeah, sorry. I have the moonstone.”

You raise Wyatt’s necklace triumphantly, and Mal nods, although she’s starting to look concerned. “Did something happen in the forest?”

Mal’s voice seems to indicate a fight, or some kind of accident, but your smile just grows. “Yeah, I think it did.”

You don’t know how long it’ll take you to get back to the Forbidden Forest, but you certainly plan on trying. You owe Wyatt a kiss, after all, and you don’t intend on leaving him hanging.

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[astrojoy]

How Will Your Life Be 5 Years From Now?

I made 4 different song aesthetics

Choose 1 that you are drawn to 》》

Pile 1 - Coffee Breath

Pile 2 - Your Text

Pile 3 - Chinese New Year

Pile 4 - Crush

PILE 1

OML YOU GUYS I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU PILE 1 🥺 CAN I JOIN THE PARTY???? 🤚🤡

Ok lets cover this! WOO my energy is happy and just so positive so much love and, HAPPINESS. Like wow, what!? So for you guys I got a sentence that popped up in my mind during this saying "Answering your calling" For a lot of you, you could be feeling stuck right now or something, I'm seeing maybe some of you guys could be studying something? Maybe you are planning to go to college or are in it atm? You are saving money wisely and acting responsible with it as well. 5 years from now I'm seeing you take a risk, you are gonna have to take that leap of faith, you are aiming towards what suites you best! What do you want? What will you receive? Well instantly I'm seeing a home, a house, a new place. Some of you will be moving or purchasing some land and a home! For the people in cities, this could be an apartment too! You guys right now could feel lost I'm seeing, maybe you don't have any direction? A maze, with walls and endings every path you go.. I'm seeing a lot of free spirits. I love your souls, so spontaneous and beautiful at heart. I'm actually seeing the heart chakra, it will activate as well, you are following the path that makes you happy, not what doesn't. You are legit gonna fly out of that maze and make your own path for yourself!! I'm seeing soooo many birds, even a dog? You may have one of these as a pet, and if not then you will surely get one in 5 years. Some of you who are in unhealthy relationships or are always having sad past memories of one brought up, will be leaving this fully behind. You are saying "HECK NO" and just letting that memory fall off a cliff. Some gaurdian/guide of yours is really behind the scenes and making some magic happen for you. Oml just such a whole new path. Some of you could be going to somewhere foreign too? Travel is definitely here. I'm seeing a lot of butterflies as well! This will be a big transformation for you in your life. You will finally be free! Actually random thought, if someone has a family remember in prison or confinement, something, then they will be seeing them again 🥺. I asked for a message from my guides to help you guys better understand what awaits you, and I legit had the "Pleasure" card fly out! Its a girl holding her arms out with light all around her, ready to take on the world! +18 - some of you could actually be losing your virginity too btw, just saying. I specifically got a picture of a female with blonde hair and a white dress? Idk why, maybe this is a guide of someones? Anyways, HAVE FUN PILE 1! INVITE ME TO THE CELEBRATION BESTIIEE! 🥳🎉

PILE 2

OOOKKKK so pile 2, I got soooo many different messages and outcomes so plleeaase bare with me. This is gonna take a hot minute lmao! So first off I'm gonna point out extra info and if it means anything to anyone who reads this group then hopefully it helps? Yes! -> colors pink and green, 18, 333, cosmetology, drawing/painting, art, college, fashion, hairstylist. Ok so I'm seeing a TON of artists in this pile, whether it be fashion/makeup/painting. I also got animation?? So I'm seeing for some of you, you could definitely be moving away from your home. During this you will be quite antisocial, in fact, you could be now! Some of you could be doing online school. You aren't happy about this so you will meet some new friends! I'm specifically seeing 2 besties 👀 Ok now onto the college part, IF you are in college as you are reading this, then you could be unhappy with it, or feeling very stressed. I'm seeing you leave it behind at some point and meeting 2 new people, one in particular could be a potential love interest I'm hearing for someone. Now the next scenario, someone out there reading this will unfortunately have to say goodbye to friends or family and leave off to college. But for sure everyone reading this group is gonna meet new people. These people are going to give you new beginnings! I legit even got "joy" and "pleasure"! Man these friends are fun! So I also asked if there was any info that my spirit guides could give you all as help, and they are saying "Create, be creative, work hard so that everything can bloom into fruition" They are cheering you on! 🥺💖 LMAO RANDOM MESSAGE, so someone or a few of you could go to a waterpark with these friends and you will have a legit blast! 5 years from now you will become more social, extroverted, laugh more etc! It's a nice time in life for you to pamper yourself 🥰

PILE 3

Ahhhh... ok. Sooo I'm gonna put a warning here. I keep everything authentic, I'm not going to ignore what messages I was given, so if you do not enjoy darker subjects then please leave, you discretion is adviced. Ok so for only a few of you, someone could be ill in your family, I'm getting a lot of literal death significance (ill go over the non literal death meaning in a minute) and for some of you I actually got a story, it's possible for one person here tbh. But whoever plans on going hiking or in a mountain, most likely with 1 or 2 people, be careful I am seeing 2 people falling, and specifically a cliff. Yes. It is very morbid I know. I'm seeing it's because of having fun but be cautious and stay safe. Some people actually just might loose someone due to natural causes as well. But anyways, let's move on. So I am seeing a non literal death. For a lot of you, you will be transforming, a lot of you are introverts and reserved but 5 years from now you will finally be opening up. You will be moving into the unknown, I'm seeing a relationship! Wow! Beautiful OML I SEE IT OK. SO. Someones getting married for sure. Some people are going fishing at a pond, lake or waterfall!! How fun! 🥺 take me with you some people will be letting something go, actually for some people who are already married, if you aren't happy then you will get divorced, this is your will, this is your way. I'm seeing a lot of you dealing with bad karma during this (If you believe in it, karma is basically things we either got from passed lives or things that were left unfinished. Im seeing this is "deserved" karma in some way for someone🤚😭) but I'm seeing everyone here taking time to try and stay balanced! So here is messages from my guides "This will be a time of challenge or new territory. You are strong and resilient. You will get through things" btw you guys could get an animal in 5 years, a new business could start up as well for some of you entrepreneurs. Here's some extra info if it resonates for some of you -> Capricorn, Libra, Will, Freckles, jewelry, asian. Ok finishing this off, DONT LET THE DEATH PART BOTHER YOU, THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. This could even not resonate, who knows? You're gonna transform for the better though, it will help your path! I love ya all and stay blessed loves! 🥰

PILE 4

Oh ok! So intertesting! 5 years from now you will be in a place of solitude. You will be going through some sort of spiritual journey. Im seeing books and reading glasses, someone reading? Do some of you guys enjoy reading? Another pile who enjoys alone time huh? Some of you are gonna be in college, that's what those books and glasses could have meant lmao! Someone is gonna have a storm come by and they are gonna need to clean the yard and/or house. I feel like you guys are gonna have a lover/family who you will feel disconnected with. You are gonna be wanting to see them, wishing even 🥺 maybe actually your lover or you will be leaving for awhile abroad to go study or do things? Either way it will feel as if you are alone or time had went through a deep freeze of some sorts. During this time you will be thinking a lot, learning more spiritual subjects, LMAO MAYBE MORE ASTROLOGY/TAROT?? But what you guys won't see what is actually happening, is behind the scenes things are happening quite quickly. The clock is always still ticking so please don't forget that and tell that to your future self! I asked my guides if there are any messages they wanted to tell you and I got, "Stay balanced, this will help you stay stable. Have patience, you will see them again ❤ carry hope and faith wherever you walk" ALSO A SUPER SWEET ONE THAT REALLY MAKES MY HEART MELT, I got the "protection" card. Your angel/spirit guides are literally watching over you and protecting you 24/7 I got the representation of a bird so much for this. "We are with you every step of the way" "smile" 😭🥺 talk to your guides when you feel lonely! This will help. Extra info that could resonate for some people -> Video games, Sharp eyes, Water zodiac signs, Round face, Glasses, Long hair, Loving clothes

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[sunaluvs]

omg hey hey sooo akaashi and going to a corn maze

"we're lost."

"no, we're not."

"yes, we are—"

"no, we're just—" akaashi cuts you off, throwing you a short look before going back to glaring at the map in his hands, "we're not lost."

you bite down on the smile threatening to take over your lips, breathing a silent laugh through your nose and coughing when your lover gives you another short look.

"okay, baby," you nod, "whatever you say."

the next few minutes are spent in silence as akaashi tries his damned hardest to make sense of the convoluted guide in his hands and figure out where the hell they are—because they might be, just a tiny bit, lost. not that he'd ever admit it to you.

you sigh, plopping down on the dirty ground with no regard for your clothes. you lean back on your hands and tilt your head up to the late afternoon sky.

"keiji," you call out.

he hums absentmindedly in response, eyebrows furrowing as he shifts the paper upside down.

"do you know where we came from?"

his head lifts up to face you, confusion present on his features, "yeah, of course, we just came from—" he turns around to point at what he's sure is the path you came from, only to find his arm hitting a wall of corn.

you snort, covering your mouth as you finally let out the laughter you've been holding in this whole time.

"what, how—" he whips around and stares incredulously at you, mouth open and closing like a gaping fish, "—huh?! i swear we were just—"

he cuts himself off, snapping his neck around to look for the path that led you here. you laugh harder when he lets out a distressed sound, wheezing on the ground as he visibly loses whatever composure he had.

"you, stop—stop laughing!" he cries out, "where'd the path go?! how the hell are we gonna get out of here?!"

your fists hit the ground as you desperately try to catch your breath, tears forming in your eyes when try to get yourself together for the sake of your boyfriend’s dignity.

"i—" you gasp out, holding your stomach, "i don't know! i've been trying to tell you—"

he exhales sharply and takes his glasses off to pinch his nose bridge, squeezing his eyes shut and muttering unrestrained curses under his breath that would make a sailor blush.

you hiccup when his hands come up to roughly rumple his hair in frustration, no longer caring about the previously neat black strands turning into a disheveled mess. the sight makes you swallow a little. damn your boyfriend for being so attractive.

"i give up." he throws his hands up, looking at you in defeat. "i don't want to do this anymore."

your eyes widen in disbelief, your mouth falling open.

"what do you mean you give up? you can't do that, we're still stuck in here!"

"guess we'll die here then."

"the hell we are—give me that!"

#haikyuu x reader #akaashi x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #akaashi fluff #hq fluff #i js KNOW this mf absolutely sucks at directions n doesn't know how to read a map for shit #which is a problem bc i don't either LMAO #ngl i miss him :(( mayhaps ill go back to my roots #a.plays #❥.hq #a.writes

[plus-size-reader]

Forgotten

Thomas x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2326 words

Warnings: none

Summary: WCKD isn’t the only one with secrets. The Scorch has a few secrets of its own

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It would have been stupid of the gladers to think they were the only ones left.

While it was true that WCKD had taken to picking and choosing who got to survive, that didn’t mean there was no one else left outside of their domain. It just meant that the few of you that had survived were better at it than the rest.

Sometimes you called them the forgotten, those who WCKD couldn’t use that got left behind. In the beginning, it was like your own little maze, made up of all those who didn’t mean anything to anyone because they couldn’t use you.  

You were left for dead at the mercy of the scorch, and while some people had survived, as the time ticked by, fewer and fewer of those forgotten ones survived.

Most of them ended up as cranks, at the hands of the virus that had torn through the life  you once knew.  It was all you had now, and as treacherous as it was, the scorch was your home.

It was all that was left.

Which was why you were so shocked to see such a big group of them still alive out here, not deterred by the dust storms in the desert or the cranks who would surely tear them apart if they got the chance.

All in all, they were way out of their depth.

You had been staying here, in what was now little more than a bunker while now, keeping a close eye on the compound to the east. WCKD got shipments of supplies sometimes, which you had taken to ripping off occasionally.

Stealing from them was hardly the worst thing you’d done out here.

It was what you had to do to survive.

However, the last thing you’d been expecting here was a group of strangers, somehow still alive against every threat in this place. Though, from the looks of it, they hadn’t been out in it very long, which could have been the reason for that.

You watched them for a while, trying to figure out who or what they were, before eventually, you decided that you had to do something about it.

They weren’t going to survive out here on their own.

What you were doing went against your every impulse, of course, as you had learned not to trust anyone or anything, not even the other survivors that could be found bunkered down all over the scorch.

The only person you could trust was you, and even that was iffy sometimes, but for some reason, you felt differently about them.

Maybe it was because they were so desperately fighting for survival, ro maybe it was just because you’d been alone for so long but whatever it was, you had already made up your mind.

They needed your help, or they were going to die out here.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you” you called, just in time for one among them to flip the switch to the power grid. It may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but only if they knew even less about this place than you thought they did.

Both men in yoru view tensed at your appearance, but didn’t have any time at all to address you before the crank you’d loving been calling Doris for the past six months slammed against the bars of her cage.

She was here when you showed up here and once you’d decided that there was no risk of her getting out, it was easier to keep her alive than to put her down.

In your experience, having one around that wasn’t a threat to you, helped you keep tabs on what would draw in the rest.

“Follow me” you suggested, rushing off in the opposite direction of two of the other cranks, glad to find out that at the very least, the two of them could run. If they couldn’t, you would have been forced to leave them behind.

Just because you wanted to help them didn’t mean you were all of a sudden willing to die for strangers.

You would help them, or at least try to help them, for as long as you could. The actual survival was their responsibility, what they had to do out here because they wanted to. Everyone that survived out here had to want it.

If you didn’t, you died.

That was just how it was, and nothing was going to change that.

The pair of them shared a look, just one, before following your lead. The next few minutes went by quickly, more quickly than anyone could have predicted, as you raced toward the exit, meeting up with quite a few others in the process.

From the looks of it, the gang's all here.

You didn’t say anything more until you had made it safely, for the most part, out of the building, the door closed tightly, one metal door between you and them. All of you, with the exception of one, had made it out in one piece.

“What were you doing back there? What's going on? Who are you?” came the parade of questions as you walked, already sort of leaving the rest of them in your dust. While they clearly had no idea what was out here, you did.

...And you weren’t itching to see any more of those things tonight.

“Y/N, I was living there but I guess I’m not anymore” you decided, only looking back at them to answer the first of what you assumed would be a million more questions. The more ground you could cover before the sun went down, the better off you’d be.

If they thought one of them getting bit was bad, it was going to get so much worse in the dark. Those things thrived in the dark.

“Living there, with those things? You’ve gotta be mad” one of the scoffed, immediately forcing you to stop again.

Once again reminding you why you normally shied away from helping other people all together.

“You came out of a maze, didn’t you? Cause you definitely haven't been out here” you hummed, eyeing the blonde incredulously, though when an answer did come, it wasn’t from his lips. Instead, one of the original two you’d found, Thomas you thought you’d heard, spoke.

He was lost.

“Yeah we did, you didn’t?” he wondered, a genuine look of confusion dressing his face for a second. They hadn’t really considered an alternative, and why would they?

All this time, they had been under the impression that there was nothing out there in the scorch, but you were living proof that was a lie. It made him wonder that if that was a lie, there was a good chance other things had been too.

They just couldn’t be sure what.

“No, I grew up in the scorch” you shrugged, doing your very best to ignore the way their faces twisted up when you said it out loud. Of course they couldn’t understand what that was like, because no one could.

Only people who’d done it could even imagine what it was like.

The gladers weren’t exactly thrilled about this situation, but as uncertain as they were of you, it was clear that you were that much more concerned about them. Clearly, all this time out in the scorch had made you paranoid.

Rightfully so.

“You live out here? In this?” the blonde repeated, clearly missing the point of this conversation entirely. You wanted to make this as quick and concise as possible so as to not have to talk about it again but that wasn’t about to happen.

Not with all these shanks asking so many questions.

“Alright, I’m gonna need some names. Then I’ll tell you all about the forgotten ones” you decided, folding your arms crossed your chest, keeping as calm as you could be given the circumstances.

You didn’t have all day to sit around talking about this. From the looks of their friend, you didn’t even have till sundown anymore before you had at least one crank to deal with.

“That’s Minho, Frypan, and Teresa” he, Thomas, started, pointing each of them out in turn before moving on to the next.

“Over there is Aris,” the shortest of them.

“That’s Winston”  the soon to be crank

“This is Newt and I’m Thomas” he hummed, making it clear that there was some kind of connection between all of them that was much deeper than you would have thought, and confirming that was in fact his name.

At the very least, you had that going for you.

“There used to be more of us, out here, but as the time passes, there’s less” you started, deciding that a deal was a deal after all.

You told them you would explain this whole thing, after all.

“I’ve been on my own for a while, moving around to stay alive. Sometimes I stole from the WCKD supply trucks from the compound where you came from, but they aren’t even the biggest threat” you allowed, letting your eyes linger on Winston for a moment.

You knew that to them, he was family, but it was hard for you to see him as anything more than a ticking time bomb. You had just lost too many friends to cranks over the years to feel comfortable with him like that.

It was only a matter of time.

Thomas nodded as you spoke, thinking over each and every one of your words carefully.

After all, to the best he could tell, you had been living there all this time and when he stopped to think about it, it made sense. All those kids in the maze, they were there because they were immune, and they needed to be protected, but they weren’t the only ones left.

There was no way everyone else was dead.

Someone had to be alive somewhere, out there in the rubble, which wasn’t exactly wrong. There were plenty of people left, hiding out all over the scorch, just trying to survive.

“We’ll figure something out” he muttered, following your gaze to the male, who was currently holding tightly to Minho’s shoulder just to keep upright.

So far, it was just a sick feeling in his stomach and a dizziness clouding his thoughts, but soon it would be much more. You knew all the sighs, far too well, and you could have pinpointed exactly how it would happen.

It was a race against the clock.

“You can’t promise that. You don’t know this place like I do” you whispered, turning back around to continue on your way, not willing to discuss this any further. You wanted to believe in a cure as much as the next person, but you weren’t blind.

You didn’t get to be so naive.

“So why help us then? You clearly think this whole thing is hopeless anyway” Thomas called, jogging slightly to catch up with you, the rest of his group taking up the back. It wasn’t exactly easy to move through the sand, but you made it work.

All in all, it was easier for you than it was for them, just because you’d been doing it for longer.

You sighed, looking at him through the corner of your eye, desperately trying to understand what it was he wanted from you. This was a lot harder for you both than need be, as neither of you had a good history of working with others, but it was what it was.

It was plain and simple.

You didn’t want something to happen to them.

The Scorch had taken so much from so many people and you didn’t want to let it take anything else from anyone else if you could help it. At the very least, you could help guide them in this world they knew so little about.

It was all anyone could do, because there were so few of you left.

“Because it’s important,”

Thomas seemed to be determined to keep his family safe, and you could respect that. After all, he wasn’t the only one who’d had one, and you hadn’t been as successful as you’d hoped in your own quest.

If you could help him keep his people alive, you weren’t going to turn a blind eye to that.

“I lost my people, but you don’t have to lose yours” you decided, remembering the countless friends you’d had and lost over the years. The Scorch was real and dangerous, where nothing was ever guaranteed.

Between WCKD and the cranks, you’d lost everything. They would get bit; if they were immune, World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department was on top of it, and if they weren’t, they died.  

News of the immune, even out here, was hard to keep hidden. They were valuable, and as best you knew, WCKD was already tracking them down.

Thankfully, you knew how this went down, and if they had a shot out here, it was with you.

“You would do that for us?” he questioned, unsure of what in the world was happening here. He thought he understood the world, though he understood what was going on but every time he got any information, it flipped all over again.

Thomas just felt like he couldn’t win, no matter what he did.

“Yeah, but you have to know Winston isn’t going to make it. He probably has half an hour left, at most” you whispered. There was no way you could guarantee he had even that much time but he certainly didn’t have any more than that.

It wasn’t really the news you wanted to give him but you didn’t have much choice in the matter. He’d been bitten and since he clearly wasn’t immune, that wasn’t going to change.

“Yeah, yeah, I know”

None of this was going to be easy but at the very least, he won’t have to do it alone.

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #thomas #tmr #tmr thomas #the maze runner thomas #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x ps reader #the maze runner imagine #the scorch trials x reader #the scorch trials x ps reader #the scorch trials x plus size reader #the scorch trials imagine #thomas x reader #thomas x ps reader #thomas x plus size reader #thomas imagine #tmr x reader #tmr x ps reader #tmr x plus size reader #tmr imagine

[brandyllyn]

The Art of Falling (23)

Poe Dameron x f!reader (no us of y/n)

Summary: Six months later. Words: 1.8k

Other Chapters My Masterlist

Rating: Teen Warnings: implied sexual situation

He’s only gone about five minutes when the doors slide open again. You sit up and smile at him, then notice the droid at his feet. Your expression quickly drops to a glare and you pull the sheet up over you.

"What is that doing here?"

Poe ignores you, pointing at BB-8 and then at you. "Okay, this time you be sure she stays here. You have my permission to tase her but only if absolutely necessary."

Then he leaves over your muffled sound of protest and the droid’s affirmative beeping. Dubiously, you start to put one foot on the floor. BB-8 rolls towards you, red light flashing and a small port opens on its side. An electric hum fills the air and you jerk your foot back onto the bed.

Glaring, you wrap the sheet tighter around you. "I used to like you, you know."

The droid whirs and beeps, rolling back slightly.

"I know I got you in trouble. But I didn’t figure you for one to hold a grudge."

The droid makes another noise and you grunt in response, taking the moment to look around the room. It still looked like a tornado hit it. Luckily, you spy one of Poe’s shirts at the end of the bed and pull it on without too much issue. Then you sit cross-legged and stare at the droid in front of you.

"I’d like to get some water from the sink. Can I move across the room without you shocking me?"

BB-8 makes a low whistle but moves to place itself between you and the door, leaving room for you to cross to the sink. Cautiously, you set your feet on the floor and make your way over. Glass of water in hand, you turn to the table stacked with data pads and sink into the chair next to it. You pull the closest one, with schematics of an A-Wing highlighted, and review some of the notes Poe has made. They seem to be for a new fuel conduit system, but he’s using a systems diagram you’ve never seen. You pull your feet up into the chair and get lost in the maze of notations and formula.

It’s probably a half hour or so later when the door opens again. You look up and see the back of Poe’s head. Watch his shoulders slump as he takes in the sight of the empty bed. Hear his muttered, "Damn."

"Not a fun call?" You ask and suppress a giggle when he spins around and sees you. Then his face breaks into a huge grin.

"It was fine."

"Mhmm," you hum distractedly then hold up the data pad. "Where did you get the hexalonginal 4 computations?"

His brows draw together and he looks over the pile of units on his desk, then the one you’re holding. "Of all the things here, that’s the one you picked?"

You blush a little, "Well, a lot of them were marked private." Then you shake the one you’re holding, "But seriously, I’ve never seen anyone use this formula - it gets you to the same results which is a whole other conversation - but I don’t know where-"

His lips cut you off. Then his hands gently pry the data pad from your hands and drop it onto the desk. "I have absolutely no interest in talking about hexalonginal computations right now, do you?"

You shake your head and thread your fingers through his hair, not resisting when he pulls you to your feet and walks you across the room. In fact, when he moves to settle you onto the bed, you make sure he comes right along with you.

The noise is low pitched, a slight whirr echoing in the room, and you freeze. "Is BB-8 still in here?"

Poe lifts his head from your neck and raises an eyebrow. "Probably. Why?"

You glance over his shoulder and see the small droid settled in a corner. You give it a dubious look. "Is it watching us?"

"He’s a droid," Poe points out. "Does it matter?"

You sit up on your elbows, forcing him to kneel next to you. "I don’t trust it not to do something while we’re…" You trail off.

"While we’re…?" Poe prompts and you fluster. He grins and runs a finger down your chest, stopping at the first button of the shirt. "Tell me. Use your words."

You grumble and cross your arms, batting his hands away. "Your droid doesn’t like me." Poe laughs and manages to sneak one hand in and a button goes loose. You try to fend him off but within a few seconds he has it gaping open and his eyes are roving your bare skin.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispers.

"Poe, please."

"BB-8, power down" Poe calls out and you don’t notice whether the droid does or not because Poe’s lips are on your skin and it’s a long time before you can spare a thought for anything but this man.

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Six Months Later…

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-All hands all hands, pilots to your ships. Prepare for launch-

You turn your head as the sirens blare, looking out the bay doors for signs of incoming fighters. The star field beyond is clear, the blue light ringing the force field blurring the edges.

"You heard them," you shout to the team around you. "Mechs to your stations, I want Red 9 up and flight ready in five minutes."

Your team scatters and you glance around the landing bay, looking for problem areas. Commander Jaxon gives you a nod as he heads for Red One and you nod back, eyes scanning behind him at the R4 unit trailing him and the BB-8 unit behind that. There’s a stack of crates next to the A-Wing that need to be moved quickly for the ship to get out. You bark orders at a nearby cargo droid and it scurries forward to begin the move as the A-Wing’s pilot settles into the cockpit.

You freeze. Then slowly scan back the other way. Something wasn’t right. What had-

BB-8 zips towards you, doing a small circle and you squat down and give him a soft tap. "Hey what are you doing here? You should be with-"

A pair of familiar boots enter your peripheral and you turn, unable to hide a smile when you see the man they’re attached to. "What are you doing here?" You ask as you stand up. "Get moving."

He leans down and nuzzles your nose with his. "I wanted to see you."

You press against his chest, pushing him away. "Poe we are under attack."

Grinning, he dips his head to kiss you. "It’s a training exercise," he whispers conspiratorially.

You pause and look up at him, "Oh really?" He nods and kisses you again and you melt against him. When he lets you go you shake your head, "Well, if it is we are failing it. I need to get my squad up."

He laughs and taps you lightly under the chin, "Tell them to watch their backs, I’ll be gunning for them."

"Mmhmm," you mutter and give his shoulder a small push. "Go on then, go get your ass kicked Imperial scum."

He winks and salutes you with a broad grin. "Yes ma’am." Then turns on one heel and starts running to the corridor that will take him to the bay housing Black Squadron.

"BB-8!" You call after them and the little droid turns it’s top unit back to you, not stopping. "Try to keep him out of trouble would you?" The droid flashes its lights at you and then they’re both gone.

Being in love with Poe Dameron wasn’t easy. As the battles against the First Order drag on he’s gone more and more. Always in danger of one sort of another. You watch the empty door for a second longer, stroking your thumb across the silver ring he had given you just a few weeks ago. Then you shake your head and turn back to the ships in your care.

"Red 9 are you ready?" You call out and the droid at your feet relays the message. When the affirmative comes back you scroll through your data pad, changing Red 9’s status to active. A small green light goes on in the bay and you hear the engines fire up.

There is a moment, when all ships are gone, that the bay goes silent - the only movement seeming to be from the slowly strobing orange lights on the wall. You take the moment to switch some units to training mode, sending false information to data pads. As you look out the bay doors you can see the edge of the planet far below, as well as another squadron leaving to join Red Team. For just a moment you think you see his ship - the familiar orange stripe and slightly dented starboard wing. Then it’s gone, banking vertical to join the fight - wherever it may be.

The moment passes. "Alright," you yell and the mechs begin to move as one, getting the bays ready for repairs and replacements. Droids zip by around your feet but you ignore them, knowing they’ll avoid you. You hear the tower clear an X-Wing from Talon squad to land. Your radio isn’t on the ops channel so you have no idea how the training exercise is going, just hear the occasional ship asking permission to land. At one point, you see an X-Wing pass through the field of vision, followed by two more in a tight formation. It goes by too quickly to see what squad it’s from.

You listen for Red Squad on the radio traffic, dispatching teams to run diagnostics on every ship as it comes in. Their screens will show damage, even if not real, and each team will give you a brief-out at the end of the day on the hypothetical repairs needed.

When most of the squad is back you relax, checking your notes on the data pad. Two pilots walk past you, grumbling to themselves. "Not fair to put us up against Commander Dameron," one says and the other nods. "Did he take you down too?"

You hide your grin as they walk away until a familiar voice crackles along the radio channel.

-Raddus Tower this is Darth Poe-patine, requesting a flyby.-

Snorting to yourself at the callsign, you walk over to the bay doors, just to the edge of the force field. If you know Poe he’ll be…. Yep, right there, hovering just off the aft engines of the star cruiser.

-Request denied Black Leader, please place yourself in a landing pattern.-

Shaking your head you watch as he lines his X-Wing up. If the Raddus tower hadn’t learned by now … A moment passes and it’s clear that your beloved is having an argument with BB-8 who is a good droid doing his best but also no match for his pilot. Then the engines go bright and the X-Wing is rocketing towards you. You laugh, blowing a kiss as the ship goes past the bay doors at speed. When he reaches the tower he circles it once before placing himself into a landing pattern.

Loving Poe Dameron wasn’t easy. But it was also, at times, absolutely wonderful.

~~fin~~

#poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron / reader #star wars sequels #star wars fanfiction

[bellakitse]

Making friends in Life or Death situations

“No,” Nancy shakes her head quickly, tightening her hold on his face so he can focus on her. “You have to stay awake,” she continues, her voice cracking as fear grips her again. This is her friend, sure they don’t know each other that well, but Carlos is nice and sweet and the love of her partner’s life. He’s her friend, damn it, and she’s not going to lose him, not after losing Tim. “Please, stay awake.”

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Carlos and Nancy are trapped together after a tornado hits the pharmacy they are in.

Written for @911lonestarweek - Day 2: Emergencies/“Please, stay awake.”/Angst

Nancy Gillian walks into the Walgreens just as her phone rings out another tornado warning. 

“Dear, we’re closing early, in 15 mins,” an older woman behind the counter says to her with a quick smile. “Because of the tornados.”

Nancy gives the woman a nod of acknowledgment and quickly makes her way down to the pet aisle. She wouldn’t even be out if it wasn’t for the fact that she realized she was down to her last can of cat food and with no time to make a Costco run for her new tabby. Looking through the limited selection, she picks a few of the chicken options, dropping them into her basket, and heads for the junk food aisle. Just some salt and vinegar Pringles to go with the leftover Easter chocolates she has back at her apartment, and she can head home and ride out the bad weather.

Turning the corner without looking in her rush to finish her shopping, she bumps face-first into a solid chest, bouncing right off it. She feels herself fall back and closes her eyes, bracing for the pain falling will cause, but it never comes. Instead, strong hands grab hold of her waist, keeping her upright.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry – Nancy?”

Nancy opens her eyes at the sound of her name, finding familiar brown eyes looking at her with concern.

“Officer Reyes!” she squeaks out, blushing when he raises an eyebrow at her. “I mean, Carlos – hi!”

Carlos gives her a friendly smile in return. “Hello, Nancy.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes quickly, gesturing around them. “I was in a rush to get what I need before the tornados touch down and wasn’t looking.”

“Same,” Carlos says with a laugh. “TK sent me to get what we need to ride it out before we are eventually called into work when it’s over.”

Nancy peeks into his basket, her eyebrows going up when she finds condoms, lubricant, and ice cream in it. “The essentials for sure,” she says dryly, biting back a smirk when she sees him blush and start to stammer in response. “Relax, officer,” she continues, feeling bad for how red he’s turned. “We all know how nauseatingly in love you and my partner are. This is not shocking.”

“Maybe not shocking, but embarrassing for sure,” Carlos grumbles back, scowling at her when she lets out a snort.

She grins at him, pleased when he gives her a reluctant smile back. She doesn’t know Carlos all that well. She’s been to his place a handful of times now that TK has made it a point to invite her when the rest of the 126 meets up at their apartment. But Carlos is usually in the kitchen making sure everyone is well-fed, and afterwards, he seems to enjoy sitting back and watch their brassier friends interact. She understands the instinct, feeling they’re a lot alike, which is why she can’t help but feel comfortable around him even though they’re not super familiar with each other.

She opens her mouth to tease him some more when a piercing siren rings out and the lights in the establishment flicker seconds before the whole place starts to shake.

“Shit,” Carlos curses, already on the move as he drops his basket and takes her arm, moving her further back.

“The cashier – “ she starts to say, only for her voice to get lost under the howling winds. It’s so loud; it sounds like a freight train barreling straight for them. She blinks, once, maybe twice, less than a second of time, but it’s all that’s needed for the front of the place to disappear under collapsing walls and ceiling.

She feels strong arms go around her waist, and the next thing she knows, she’s rolling across a hard surface and landing on the floor. Carlos covers her as best he can with his body, trying to make them as small as possible as they cower under the counter desk of the pharmacy section of the Walgreens. She can’t hear much past the whirling winds and her racing heart, but somewhere in there, she hears a hard grunt. She looks up at Carlos, still hovering over her, doing his best to protect her, but she sees pain clouding his expression.

“Are you okay?” she shouts, worry spiking her pulse as she sees a trail of blood rolling down the side of his face.

“Something hit me in the head and my back,” he grits out as the winds begin to calm down. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine; you’re bleeding,” she points out, not sure if he’s noticed yet. Given the way his eyes widen when he touches his hairline, she doesn’t think he has. She goes to say more when the walls around them let out a loud groan followed by a series of bangs as more of the place falls down around them.

She closes her eyes, tucking her face into Carlos’ shoulder.

Carlos pulls her closer to him in return, and she’s thankful for the kindness as she hides in his frame. If this is the end, she realizes she doesn’t actually want to see it.

A few minutes pass like this as she waits for it to end, be it the disaster or her life, she’s not really sure, but slowly the howling lessens until it’s only a dull echo in her ears.

“Nance – it’s stopping,” Carlos says softly, giving her a slight shake, bringing her back to the present.

Slowly she pulls back, surprised she can still see, realizing that somehow the lights have managed to stay on, flickering, but on. She looks at Carlos to find him giving her a concerned look.

“Well,” she starts to say, licking her lips nervously. “That was terrifying.”

Carlos lets out a chuckle that quickly turns into a hiss.

“What, what is it?” she asks quickly as she watches his face go slightly grey.

“I – I think,” he stops, closing his eyes but not fast enough to hide the pain from her. “I think something is in my back?”

“What?” she squeaks out. She moves to her knees, her hands hovering over Carlos’ shoulders as he sits down on the floor with a heavy sigh. Going around him, she starts to probe him, stopping short when she feels something hard and jagged by the right side of his flank. She swallows a gasp as she realizes what it is.

“How bad?” he questions, his voice tight as the obvious pain starts to set in.

“It’s – it’s glass,” Nancy whispers with dread as she notices the patch of blood on his shirt is growing.

Carlos lets out a weary sigh. “Of course it is,” he mutters dryly. “TK is going to be so pissed.”

Nancy ignores his comment, starting to get up from under the desk counter. “Okay, we need to get you out of here,” she says, just for Carlos to let out a chuckle.

“Hate to burst your bubble, but I’m pretty sure the front of this place collapsed, trapping us back here,” Carlos says far more calmly than she feels the moment merits. “We are lucky the walls dividing the back of the pharmacy and the front held up – protecting us.”

Nancy looks through the counter’s window, where she would usually wait for her prescriptions to be filled, and realizes he’s right. Carlos pushing them behind the counter saved them, but now the whole front is a maze of rubble with no apparent way out.

“Fuck me,” she swears, feeling the frustration and panic build inside her. She lets it for a second before pushing it aside. She’s a trained paramedic, and right now, her main priority is making sure she stops Carlos’ from bleeding out. She looks behind her, letting out a relieved breath to see that the space they are in is relatively sound. If she’s going to be trapped with an injured person needing her care, there are worse places to be than a fully stocked pharmacy.

“Check your phone, Carlos,” she says to him, already on the move. “I’m going to get supplies to care for your injuries.”

She gets a grunt back from Carlos and takes it as an okay as she steps over the mess of pills and supplies on the floor and thanks whatever higher power might be watching over them when she finds bandages, alcohol, and even a pair of scissors in her search. She makes her way back to Carlos to find him hunched over, his expression dazed as he stares at his phone.

“Carlos?” she questions, repeating his name louder when he doesn’t answer right away. He blinks in her direction, and she can see he’s not all there with her. She ignores the trickle of fear that runs up her spine as a result. “Did you get through to anyone?”

Carlos shakes his head slowly. “The lines – they’re not – “

“Okay, that’s okay,” she rushes to reassure him as she comes to sit in front of him. She takes ahold of his face, feeling the tackiness of the drying blood on his head. Two injuries then, she makes a note. “We’ll try again after I bandage you up, okay?”

“I’m tired, Nance,” Carlos answers, his speech becoming slurred, and Nancy adds likely concussion to the list. “My side hurts, and my head.”

“I know, hon,” she answers with what she hopes is a comforting tone. “But I’m going to fix it, okay?”

Carlos blinks at her slowly. “Sleep.”

“No,” Nancy shakes her head quickly, tightening her hold on his face so he can focus on her. “You have to stay awake,” she continues, her voice cracking as fear grips her again. This is her friend, sure they don’t know each other that well, but Carlos is nice and sweet and the love of her partner’s life. He’s her friend, damn it, and she’s not going to lose him, not after losing Tim. “Please, stay awake.”

Carlos looks at her with wide eyes before slowly reaching up to touch her face, startling her as she realizes that it’s wet from tears she hadn’t realized she’d shed. “Don’t cry, Nance.”

“Then stay awake,” she answers back, letting out a shaky smile when he gives her a solemn nod in return with an ‘I promise.’

“Okay,” she says softly, letting go of his face to turn to his back. “I’m going to clean and pack the wound. We can’t take the glass out because you’ll probably bleed more, but we can secure it.”

“Okay,” Carlos answers, giving her permission.

“Sorry about your shirt,” she says quickly as she starts to cut it up the middle.

Carlos lets out a hiss as she pours the rubbing alcohol over the wound. It’s thankfully not as big as she initially thought, but she winces when Carlos lets out a shout as she starts to press the gauzes around it. She tries to think of a way to distract him from the pain, letting out a quick breath when it comes to her. “Talk to me about TK,” she instructs him, hoping it will achieve the goal.

“TK?” Carlos questions sluggishly.

“Yeah, tell me about him, about the two of you,” she says as she rolls out more bandages.

Carlos lets out a sigh. It has the same sappy sound that she hears when TK talks about Carlos or is on the phone with him. “I just love him so much,” he answers, and even though she can’t see his face, she knows he’s smiling through the pain. “He’s beautiful and kind, silly and sweet, and when he looks at me the way he does, I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I’m so lucky he loves me back.”

Nancy smiles at the comment; she’s heard TK say the same exact thing. She tells Carlos as she makes a quick finish of securing his wound before moving to face him and deal with his head injury.

“He has?” Carlos questions her with a boyish grin, looking loopier, his eyes heavy. “That’s good. I bought him a ring; now I just have to work up the nerve to ask him to marry me.”

Nancy stares at Carlos for a moment, sure that he wouldn’t have revealed that if he was in all his five senses.

“Are you sure I can’t sleep?” he questions quietly, swaying towards her.

Nancy shakes her head at him, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Not when she can see that his eyes are rolling back, and she has just enough time to keep his face from meeting the floor as he slumps forward.

“Carlos!”

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 Nancy has grown to hate the sounds and smells of hospitals. She thinks she’s lucky to not be a doctor or a nurse and not have to be in one every day, but she’s still in them enough because the people she cares about are danger magnets, and she hates it.

They get rescued not long after Carlos has passed out, but it still feels like eons to her. She rides in the ambulance with him, ignoring the paramedics that want to look her over in favor of holding Carlos’ hand. She doesn’t let go until she absolutely has to in order to allow the doctors to work, and she doesn’t break down until she sees TK walk through the hospital doors with a panic-stricken look on his face.

She cries on his shoulder, feeling horrible that he’s comforting her when it’s his boyfriend who is hurt. Fresh tears spring up when he hugs her tight, thanking her for saving the man he loves, and even though he tells her to go home, she waits until Carlos opens his eyes again.

She doesn’t have a home anyway; her neighbor left a message telling her the tornados destroyed her place, luckily he managed to get her cat out, watching over her until she can get back.

She sits in one of the uncomfortable but familiar chairs as the 126 and Carlos’ parents come and go in the later hours, all the while she remains next to TK as they wait for Carlos to wake up. It’s late at night, and TK has fallen asleep next to her when Carlos finally opens his eyes, and Nancy springs forward, rushing to his side, holding her breath as he slowly blinks to consciousness.

“Nancy,” he gets out roughly, and Nancy feels her eyes sting in return. “Are you okay?”

“You said you’d stay awake,” she accuses him as the tears roll down her face. “You promised.”

Carlos looks like he’s in pain, but it doesn’t stop him from giving her a kind look. He reaches out to take her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I did. I’m sorry, Nancy.”

“You can keep calling me Nance,” she whispers, squeezing his hand back. “We’re friends now.”

Carlos smiles at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Very cool,” he says softly before looking past her at his sleeping boyfriend. “Is he okay?”

Nancy nods, giving TK a soft look of her own over her shoulder. “He’s strong, and he knew you were going to be just fine,” she says with a smile. “Let me wake him up.”

She starts to turn, only to be stopped when Carlos holds on to her hand. “What I told you – “ he begins, looking at her with those big brown eyes of his that endears him to everyone who meets him, herself included.

“I’m not going to ruin your surprise,” she assures him, chuckling when he lets out a breath.

“Thanks, Nance,” Carlos says, smiling once more.

Nancy returns it kindly. “Hey, what are friends for.”

#911 lone star #carlos reyes #nancy gillian #lonestarweekend #lsweekend2021 #tarlos fic #because they are still mention #even though this is a Nancy and Carlos friendship fic first #911 lone star fic #my writing

[peachy-inserts]

𝕙𝕢 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝

✉︎ request: n/a

✰warnings: none. fluff!

✎a/n: please i made myself cry over asahi during this i love him so much

➳ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ, ᴀꜱᴀʜɪ, ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ᴛᴀɴᴀᴋᴀ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ, ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ, ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ

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✰Daichi loves to bake with you. He hopes on the pumpkin spice wagon just because it means there’s an excuse for the two of you to make something together in the kitchen, but there are times when he just wants you to feed him. He’s an absolute glutton this time of year, both for sweets and for you. Also, coffee dates! Loves taking strolls with you in the crisp fall weather and warming up with a hot drink, though one time he spilled his latte all over his lap because he was so focused on the way your nose scrunched in delight and fingers tapped against your styrofoam cup at the sweetness of the beverage that he completely missed his mouth. Of course, this only ended with you spitting your drink out all over his front and the table

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✰Asahi always makes sure you’re warm. The sudden and drastic change in weather makes his bones ache, maybe it’s because of his old soul, or maybe (as you tease him) his body just can’t keep up with its own size. When you leave the house together, he takes his time to wrap the scarf his mother knit for you around your neck with care, tucking it gently into the folds of your jacket so the scratchy yarn doesn’t irritate your skin, already dry and chapped from the cold. He’s a human radiator, though, and often goes out with as little as a sweatshirt with nothing underneath, to which you call him a hypocrite for. You know, though, that you’ll end up clinging to him against the wind while he laughs and comments on how he isn’t at all cold while you shiver under his hold

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✰Iwaizumi takes you to pick out pumpkins. He drapes his heavy tan coat over your shoulders as you stand idly with your arms crossed and tucked under each other for warmth, him taking far too long and being far too picky in his selection process. He looks like a dad with the way he insects every pumpkin, knocking on it a few times before shaking his head and moving on. You can’t help but admire the way his biceps flex as he struggles to carry the numerous pumpkins you had chosen, despite your efforts to help him. You only carve a few of them, though, and the rest are placed around them. When they rot, you break them apart to discard and jokingly mention that he should chuck the pieces at Oikawa, but he takes you a little too seriously

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✰Tanaka takes you to a corn maze. On the way there, you take a tractor ride and he lays his coat down before you sit so that the hay doesn’t poke through your jeans, although he looks panicked in doing so, and practically rips his entire outfit off in his eagerness to be a gentleman for you. The ride is faster than anticipated, though, and now missing his outermost layer, he clings to you for warmth. You get lost in the maze and end up being yelled at by an old woman for cutting through the crops, so he hoists you onto his shoulders to scout for an exit. The two of you end up speedrunning the whole maze, and you laugh hysterically while teetering back and forth and clutching the top of his head for support, stealing his beanie for yourself.

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✰Oikawa takes you on a shopping spree. You both indulge in the latest fall fashions, and although he intended to choose a few pieces for himself can’t help but search frantically for items that you’d enjoy, and that he’d certainly enjoy to see on you. He doesn’t let you leave the shopping mall without a new waist coat, one that matches his but doesn’t clash with your shoes and compliments your eyes, two pairs of boots, and a comfortable hat that you look absolutely adorable in, the cinch of it’s fabric material drawing your hair down flat beside your cheeks and accenting your nose, which he can’t go a day without peppering soft kisses onto; usually in the morning when the sun has just hit your face. He loves to see you glow like rudolph, and it’s one of his favorite features

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✰Tsukishima invites you to his family’s thanksgiving. It’s a big deal for him, who usually separates his interpersonal relationships from his home life, and although he’s flustered, does the best he can to make you feel welcomed in his house. Despite his typical cold attitude, something that you are not spared from, it’s better to be kind to you than be publicly lectured by his mother for not being courteous to you, especially when most of his family is meeting you for the first time. Not that he doesn’t mind being kind to you in the first place, but he’ll save the teasing for another day; right now, this is a test for him. When he walks you home after you’ve stuffed yourself full, he’s extremely relieved, and thanks you for coming along. You know this is a big step for him, and that it can only mean you hold a special place in his heart

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✰Sugawara learns to crochet, just for you. He stays up late watching youtube videos, and although the awkward positions he twists his hands into just to finally get a yarn over on the hook make his joints ache and cramp, he works vigilantly at making you a matching set consisting of a scarf, headband, and pair of mittens. The stitching is loose and uneven, and you can’t really tell if he actually used a pattern or not, but it’s so heartwarming and thoughtful that you simply can’t get by without wearing it at least once. The same night he presents you with this set, you go out to a haunted maze, and you’re wearing each piece proudly. He spends the whole time creeping behind you trying to get you to scream, though, with a phone in hand, and you’re reminded of his pesky duality and the tendency to wreak havoc and stroll away carelessly

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✰Bokuto takes you on a ghost trail. He takes you here with the intention of being your knight in shining armor, but you swear he’s going to break your hand with how hard he squeeze it every time there’s a particularly loud gust of wind, the kind that whispers behind your ears and rustles the trees. He’s caught off guard by its low hissing, and when a crisp red leaf falls on top of his head he yelps, hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and breaking into a run before you lower yourself and stop him in his tracks. You decide to leave, after that, and stop by the vendor at the entrance for candied apples. Hey, at least he took you with him instead of using you as a shield, right?

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✰Ushijima arranges a ride through the countryside. You clamber into the back of an old, rusted pickup truck with him, and he lets you use his hand as leverage to hop into the bed, which has been covered in hay. You pass by fields of corn, and excitedly point out every horse you see to him, and although his only response is a low hum, you can see the way he smiles softly, genuinely, at you out of the corner of your eye. You lean over the wheels a few times to get a better look at the scene, and he instinctively reaches out to steady your legs so you don’t fall over

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✰Nishinoya goes trick or treating with you. He’s planned out several routes in case someone calls him out for being so old and asking for candy, so you always have another place to go and start over. When he’s rejected too many times, he has the ingenious idea to drag Hinata along with you two and tell people that he’s your son. It doesn’t work out exactly that way, though, and you find yourself being asked if you’re really just babysitting the two. Hey, at least he got what he came for though, right?

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✰Kuroo goes apple picking with you. When you mention how they would make a good pie, he somehow ends up rambling on about the chemical properties in the pie crust you find on pinterest, and how it’s more likely to burn, how you shouldn’t add that much brown sugar, and on and on and on until you finally find something to distract him. He pulls the branches down for you, but only after you’ve hopped up towards it a few times. He pulls a twig off and uses it to smack your head, teasing you for being so short compared to him

#kuroo x reader #daichi x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #tsukishima x reader #noya x reader #nishinoya x reader #asahi x reader #suga x reader #sugawara x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima #kuroo #bokuto #suga #sugawara #noya #nishinoya #oikawa #daichi #asahi #iwaizumi #hc #hcs #headcanons #haikyuu #mod josie

[captainchocolatesstuff]

Day 10: Mirrors w/ Aoshi Tokimitsu

“Um, (Y/n) are you sure about this?”, your boyfriend asks as he looks down at you with a gentle look of concern.

“It was a fare, I have to do this, not only that but we already got so far here”, you pout as you stared at the corridor ahead of you two.

Yes, it was a dare, you see when you and your dear soft boi of a boyfriend were hanging out with friends the other day one of the boys dared you to enter the mirror maze, without getting lost and getting out of there under a certain time limit. You see you were fine with the whole mirror thing, in fact, you found yourself to be a very lovely person in appearance and hardly let others’ comments bring you down. The problem lies within your shitty sense of direction, you can use a GPS and still get lost with your god-awful ability to navigate places. Your poor boyfriend was stuck with recording your adventure that you knew wouldn’t end well.

“God dammit”, you curse as you stare ahead of you, rubbing the side of your face as you took a deep breath, looking over to your boyfriend you have him a determined glare as you pointed down the hall of mirrors, “Okay, remember you can’t help me unless I throw in the flag, no hints or calls for help alright Aoshi?”.

He could only give you a shaky smile as he put a thumbs up, “Okay…”, trailing of he gives you a worried frown before cautiously taking your hands in his, making you look up at him as he gives you a sheepish smile, “...but also remember that as your boyfriend your safety comes first to me”.

Your boyfriend can be deathly cute at times, because you really couldn’t help the small squeal that left you as your body doubled over while your hand clenched your shirt to where your heart would be. It concerned your boyfriend for a while.

Onc getting inside though, it was like your worst fear came to life as you stared down the... hall? Halls? You didn’t know anymore as you started into the void of reflective surfaces.

Aoshi, bless his soul, gently touched your shoulder as he asked, “Are you okay (Y/n)?”

“Never been better”, you shakily grin at him before making your way down the hall, only to find out that you slammed into a mirror.

“(Y/n)!?”.

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“She still hasn’t come out yet?”, Nagi asked as he looked up from his mobile game

“She has two more minutes left”, Kunigami pointed out as Bachira laughed.

“I guess she really did get lost in the end!”.

Isagi, feeling bad for you, tried to speak up, “Hey come on now, at least she’s trying right?”.

“How can no one laugh her sense of direction is pitiful”, Rin states.

“Oh hey is that her?”, Reo points in your direction, only to widen his eyes at the state you were in. His reaction made everyone in the group look in your general direction, and they too also gaped at your condition.

You had a bloody nose, your hair was a mess, eyes bloodshot, and limping.

“Holy shit what happened?!”, Kunigami shouts.

Perking up you pointed at your boyfriend, “He can explain…”.

They all looked over at Aoshi, waiting for a response, he gave another sheepish smile as he handed them the camera, “Well, um, let’s just say the Mirror Maze will be under repair for a while”.

#Autumn Fun! #aoshi tokimitsu #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock

[liptonsbabe]

Havoc [Thomas]

A Maze Runner fanfiction

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Summary: When the reader, the second-in-command of the village goes out into the maze looking for a way out, the last thing she hopes to find is a whole new community on the other side of the walls. Much less, when it seems to be inhabited only by boys her age.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey! This is my very first fanfic here and i decided to start with some tmr stuff ;) English not my mother language so please let me know if something is wrong. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter one: Leaving home

YOU WAKE UP THAT DAY WITH AN INCREDIBLE MOOD, although things in the village were not encouraging at all.

The dew hadn't fallen yet when you were already in front of the maze, impatiently waiting for the doors to open. You were carrying a backpack with the breakfast on your back, the belt resting on your hips, and an awl strategically hidden in your back pocket.

You didn't understand why your heart was beating so fast even if the night before had been the worst of all. The disease was progressing, it was devastating the village and the parents were leaving their children alone. You trembled in your place. You've never seen anything like that before. The illness, the confusion, the tiredness, the agony. The desease was ending with all of you. If you and the trackers didn’t find a way out as you had promised, then the village would be devastated.

You couldn't allow it. You weren't going to give up. Maybe the answer was out there, waiting for you and you weren't going to keep it waiting.

Maybe the feeling of your restless heart was a good sign. Maybe your heart was sensing things that you could not know and, with a little bit of luck, get it right as he almost always did.

The village had exits from its four points, so, as the sun was in the west that day, you decided to start with the east gate, considering it a good sign. You pulled your hair up in a high ponytail, ate an apple as fast as you could, and waited for the doors to move.

A curtain of dust and pebbles rose in front of your face as you listened the doors opening. That day the main corridor to the maze had a strange smell, but you thought that your nose was already damaged by the medicines and infusions that you had been smelling in the nursery, so you ignored it. You adjusted your boots waiting for the stench to disperse when a strong pull carried you backwards, scaring you.

“What the hell...? Asenat! "You muttered releasing the grip on your shirt. The girl smiled haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest “How many times do I have to tell you to not pull me like that? I hate being pulled!

“You can do it as many times as you want, I honestly don't care, I'll keep doing it anyways”

“You're an idiot”

“Where do you think you are going?” Cassidy asked, standing next to Asenat, both of them staring at you with their arms crossed over their chests and frowning. You rolled your eyes

“To do my job, the same as you should be doing right now”

"You are no longer a tracker”

“I am the leader, I can give myself that position”

"Second leader," Asenat corrected you, "After Richard, and he was the one who gave you the order to stay in the village, remember?"

You clicked your tongue as the trackers were already leaving to the maze. Asenat caught your shirt between her fingers again preventing you from running. Cassidy sighed, shaking her head. If something was clear to them about you, it was how stubborn you could be.

“Yes, I remember”

"Do you still have those headaches?"

"No," you lied. You'd been feeling terrible headaches for a couple of weeks now, before Richard fell sick from what the villagers called the glow. The man, who was also a tracker, had found you in the middle of your section with a terrible bruise on the back of your head and a pool of blood surrounding you. He carried you to the village, and when you were sufficiently recovered, you mentioned having a terrible pain and falling unconscious hitting the stone. Richard didn't need to know more to remove you from your job, forbidding you to return to the maze until your headaches were better. Until the night before you hadn't felt any pain, so you assumed you were fine “I'm great, don't worry about me. It was an accident”

"Yeah, are you sure?"

“Completely”

"Even if it were so, you are not allowed to go out," Cassidy said, determined. "We need you here, my friend."

"I'll be back before dark”

"Things don't work that way anymore," Cassidy replied, looking at you with a frown. "Richard hasn't died yet." His rules are still ours and since when we can do whatever we want?

“Don’t say it like that”

"You know Richard is not going to survive" Asenat lowered her voice preventing any other villagers from hearing her "he will die like the rest of the infected and when that happens all this will be over. We can continue with the rules that he made, but that will not be enough. There are families dying every day, our duty is to take care of them. We have a pact, okay? Treat the disease first, look for a way out later”

"How long are we going to keep waiting?" You asked, taking a step forward. Asenat sighed, "Three? Four? Another five years? This place is falling apart. If we really want to help the remaining villagers we need to find a way out, take them home, give them a better life, heal them "

"Nobody assures us that we will be better out there than here"

"Let's take the risk, we won't lose anything just by trying"

"We have kids in here, even babies. Their parents have died and they depend on us.

"This time it will be different" you said looking at them pleadingly "It's crazy, but something tells me that today we will find the answers we have been looking for. I could assure you that. Do you believe me? Do you trust me enough to believe in what my heart feels?”

Cassidy and Asenat looked at each other. Richard was still sick, confined to his cabin with the doctors trying to keep him alive. The night before he had lost part of the skin on his arms and his uncontrollable anger had made them tie him to the bed, however, that didn’t mean that in his small lapses of serenity he did not realize what was happening in the village.

Asenat shrugged her arms, leaving the decision to Cassidy. In her role as a teacher, she had no say in that situation and she didn't really care too much. You were reckless and almost always clumsy, but you had good ideas and that had helped you become te mainstay of the village. However Cassidy as the third in charge represented the third head of the monster. She would be the leader at Richard's death and if you didn't get back from the maze in time and that terrified her. She was not afraid of responsibility, nor making important decisions, but that represented visualizing a future where the three of you were not together and she preferred not to think about it.

"You know we do," she replied. "There hasn't been a single day when we doubted in your good judgment, but ..."

"It's different," Asenat said rubbing her chin. "The village doesn't feel like it used to. We are used to death, we can handle it, but the feeling of having it lurking over our heads is unbearable. The maze is not better. It is changing. I listen to it every night. The steel lobsters clattering through the halls. The giant woke up and will not go back to sleep”

"Cassidy," you called her, squeezing her hands. The girl sighed, thinking of the possibilities you guys had. Staying with your arms crossed was not an option, but neither was breaking the trust Richard had placed in all of you. Asenat watched you. The three of you shared the same fear, the same confusion and the same dread of losing the entire village. There were children who required the presence of someone capable to guide them, men and women waiting in fear to be infected with the glow and babies crying to feel the arms of their dead parents. You clenched her hands tighter. You needed to be covered for a few hours only and, in return, you would find the way out. You could do it, you trusted your instincts “Please...”

Cassidy sighed.

"We'll cover you until lunchtime, that's all."

"I only need that”

"Come back in one piece, will you?" She begged, looking at a small boy approaching. You leaned down, taking him in your arms letting out a groan as you picked him up. George was eight years old, he didn't weigh the same as five years ago. You kissed his cheek, returning him to the ground “The boy would go nuts if something happened to you”

"Are you going back to the maze?" George asked looking at you with his huge brown eyes. You nodded. Then you were hit by the little boy's suffocating embrace “the lobsters will hurt you!

"They are asleep now”

"They can wake up!"

"I doubt it little one. Don’t worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back at noon and we'll have a snack together, what ya think?”

“You promise?

“I promise”

"Okay, you can go," he said. You laughed, ruffling his hair

"Thanks, puppy. Stay with Asenat, okay? She can scold you while I'm gone”

"Ya’ heard it, boy," Asenat said, rubbing her knuckles at the top of his head. George complained, "You will stay with me the rest of the day and help me teach the little ones how to count to ten.

“That's not fair!”

"Life isn't fair, brat." Come on, maybe we can grab some chocolate from the kitchen later, huh?”

Asenat held out her hand and George took it enthusiastically as they walked together towards the largest cabin that you used as a classroom. George spun on his feet saying goodbye with a bright smile on his face. You blew him a kiss and Asenat turned to show you her middle finger. You smiled

"Take care of him, will you?" I highly doubt that Asenat will do it properly”

"I'm going to watch her. Now go before I regret it. And (Y/N)” She said, stopping you as you walked towards the main corridor of the maze. You turned around, waiting for his words “Don't die out there. The maze stinks enough to add the stench of a corpse” You nodded. It was a fair deal

“No prob”

You finished your run in your section faster than you expected. The meal would not be until three hours later so you decided to make a stop to rest. You sat on the floor against a wall. Hot sweat was running down your neck and the fucking headache was back. You closed your eyes, tired. It was terribly hot, and the stench of rotting meat numbed your nose.

You drank water, the little sip you had left, and put it back in your backpack. You were going to eat some of the apple slices you took with you, but the pain in the back of your head kept you from even chewing. You stood up wanting to continue your hike when the headache went down your neck and then numbed your spine. You leaned against the wall. It was covered in vines, moss, and fungus. You wiped your palms on your pants and started walking again.

The migraine erased your sight. For a second the world around you seemed to move in luminous spirals forcing you to close your eyes. The sound lightened and you swore you heard a static signal on your eardrums.

The floor spined over and over again. You dug your nails into the palms of your hands feeling the blood pour out from the sides, staining the stone. You heard the drops hiting the floor and suddenly everything stopped.

You were sweating. Your soaked shirt stuck to your body, your hair matted on your forehead and you opened your eyes. Pushing back the hair you noticed that this was not your section, that in some inexplicable way the maze had changed drastically and there was no way to return home.

Your heart beat madly. You fell to the ground on your knees, your head aching every second screaming in agony. You crawled down the corridor without understanding its course, but recognizing small fragments of leaves pointing a path to the north.

was that the way out? You, without being aware of the pain, could you have operated some kind of lever, changing the composition of the maze, leaving it unrecognizable? You weren't sure.

You kept crawling. The leaves spreading across the path, turning into a corridor covered in dust and dirt. You complained in pain and in the confusion, you managed to hear voices from the other side.

You buried your nails in the stone rising up. You pulled forward slowly approaching until you reached the exit (or the entrance?) of the maze. The wind ruffled your hair. Then your hands touched the green grass and the pain stopped.

You stayed alert. Your senses fading little by little from fatigue. Your head ached, your hands ached, your back ached. You heard the clear voice of a boy and, unaware of it, you got up as best as you could.

You got up with the help of the leaves on the wall. You narrowed your eyes focusing on the meadow stretching out in front of you. It was not the village, it was not the exit. The walls of the maze were surrounding the meadow and you could only think that the pain had caused you allusions.

Then the torture returned. You clenched your teeth. Your vision became blurry, however you could distinguish completely unknown figures in the mist. Your ears recognized voices, men's voices, and, unable to bear another second, you fainted.

#the maze runner #thomas #dylan obrien #tmr #cast #the scorch trials #the death cure #newt #gally imagine #minho x reader #thomas x reader #dylan o'brian imagine

[hopelessly-me]

Spooky prompt: avengers pumpkin carving contest

LISA HI! Omg- this one turned into feelings. I was originally going to write it to be a silly, crack type fic but then... my brain decided feelings had to be had. So here is some Bucky and Clint (with the team) goodness, and I hope you enjoy. (1689 word count)

If y'all want to send me spooky season themed prompts, I'm still open to doing them. =)

“Going to join in?” Clint asked Bucky, tilting his head over to the layers of plastic wrap on the floor constructed in a large circle, pumpkins all around.

“I… don’t know,” Bucky answered honestly.

“I’ll save you a spot, just in case,” Clint said with a wink before he walked over to the group that was assembling. Clint placed his forearm and elbow on Bruce’s shoulder, looking at the scientist and smiling.

“You know… it might not be a bad thing if you tried,” Steve pointed out. Bucky nearly jumped, not expecting Steve so close. “If you want, you can help me with my pumpkin.”

“I think I should sit this one out,” Bucky said.

He knew Steve wouldn’t push. None of them would. It was only a few months since Bucky had started his stay at the Tower and there were just some things he wasn’t ready to do just yet. Going out on Avenger mission, training with them- even holding knives could make him start to panic a little, worry that something, somewhere, deep within him would come back out. He couldn’t shake the idea that the Soldier sometimes had more control than Bucky did, and it was terrifying.

“Let me know if you change your mind,” Steve said, patting his shoulder before he walked by. “Alright guys- ready?” he asked. “FRIDAY, are you taping this?” Steve asked.

“Of course, Captain,” the AI system said.

“Alright guys, Rules for the annual Avengers pumpkin carving contest. You may only use the tools in front of you. No additional knives, no lasers- nothing.” Bucky was pretty sure Tony pouted. “We have one hour to recreate the pumpkin that auto generates on the screen. Whoever wins gets the entire month of November off from training. All agreed?”

“Agreed,” was the common response.

“Alright then. FRIDAY, the count down please,” Steve said.

A handful of months and slowly Bucky was learning about the people who stayed in the Tower nearly full time. He knew who he could go to when he needed to get his mind off of things, and who he could sit with when he just needed some quiet time. He knew who was up for the most fun, and who would really rather be alone themselves without someone nearby. But it seemed like no matter how they liked to live their lives, everyone came together for these monthly “family night” events and would just… breathe. They would all find enjoyment out of each other’s quirks and sometimes those moments transcended into their daily lives.

Still- Bucky wasn’t ready to be fully involved yet. He was still working out if he felt like he deserved it, which was harder when Tony became visibly worried of Bucky’s presence in the room, especially if he was around knives. And while Bucky knew he couldn’t take the blame for things he didn’t have control over, that didn’t mean he couldn’t take the emotions from it and hold them close.

He walked around the room and watched as everyone worked on their pumpkins. He was beginning to see who were the artistic types and who wasn’t solely based on how well their Haunted Houses turned out. Natasha might not be the best artistically but she was by the far the best with wielding a knife, although Clint was a close second. Steve was arguably the best artistically, Sam fairly good himself, but neither of them could wield the tools in front of them quite like Clint and Natasha.

“Hey,” Clint said, looking up from his pumpkin with a smile.

“Hey. Having fun?” Bucky asked.

“Eh. It’s pumpkin carving,” Clint answered honestly. “Wanna sit?” he asked. Bucky couldn’t see the harm of sitting there, so he did. “Spooky season. How do you feel about it?”

“Well.. at one time in my life I would say that there wasn’t a point to it because monsters weren’t really,” Bucky answered. “Now… that’s a hard argument to make.”

“No joke,” Clint muttered.

“What about you?” Bucky asked.

“I love everything Halloween,” Clint answered. “Magic might not be my favorite thing, but I like everything else. Corn mazes, hayrides, pumpkin spiced everything.” He was leaning over, the back of his shirt riding up as he did so. “But growing up in the circus- you get to see Halloween every day. I used to hate it for the longest time because the season reminded me of my life before SHIELD and the Avengers. Now I can kind of separate the two and go back to loving the season again. Haunted houses and all.”

Bucky knew there was a point to this conversation. Clint didn’t open up about his life before SHIELD to anyone without there being a reason. So when Bucky didn’t answer, Clint looked over at him and held the smallest of the knives out to him. Bucky looked down at his hand, covered in chipped away pumpkin and tiny little scars before he looked back up.

“You can still hate what they put you through. But you get to decide how to move forward and what you get to love again. And maybe carving pumpkins can be one of those things,” Clint said. “Your choice though.”

Bucky nodded and took the tool out of Clint’s hand and pulled the pumpkin over between them. “Never carved one before,” he admitted. “At least not that I can remember.”

“That’s okay, my pumpkin looks like shit anyway,” Clint replied.

Bucky turned it around and snorted. “Did you even try to make this a haunted house?” Bucky asked, looking at the stars and the arrows Clint had etched into the pumpkin.

“Nah. Not with the shit food I eat all the time. I need that training in my life,” Clint answered with a grin. He scooted closer to Bucky and set the rest of the tools between them. “Your move, Barnes.”

The hour passed much too quickly before the fake air horn sounded. Bucky startled and looked at the others before he looked down at the pumpkin in front of him. Arrows and stars, a moon, planets, swirls- the pumpkin he shared with Clint looked like a mess of anything and everything they could think of. Bucky glanced up at Clint, who was all smiles, leaning over and talking to Sam, checking out his pumpkin and laughing. Bucky looked back at the pumpkin and the tools that were set between them.

“You alright?” Natasha asked.

Bucky looked over, Natasha leaned over his way in one of those rare moments she was willing to extend the olive branch, just a little. “Yeah- I’m alright,” Bucky admitted, finally setting that small tool Clint had handed over down. “I… think we might have lost the contest,” he admitted.

“If it makes you feel better… Steve always wins,” Natasha said before she leaned back and away.

Each pumpkin was turned around when Steve called out to them. Thor looked mighty proud of his attempt, which wasn’t half bad if it wasn’t for the fact that half of the house looked like it had toppled over due to a misplaced cut. Tony’s and Bruce’s looked almost exactly alike- both simple in form, but to the point- Bucky wondered if it was because they could look at blueprints and space things out easily. Natasha and Sam’s looked like completely failed attempts, just like Wanda and Vision’s attempt, but none of them seemed to care.

“Alright you two- how did it go?” Steve asked, looking at Clint and Bucky.

“Ta-da!” Clint said loudly, proud of their work as he turned the pumpkin around. “I am calling this one- friendship!”

“Wow. Masterful art piece. We should encase it,” Tony taunted with a smile. “It’s very early childhood-esque. It make you feel-”

“Ew, don’t museum me. That’s what Steve is for in real museums,” Clint scolded playfully.

“Did you even attempt a haunted house anywhere in that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Who would do haunted houses when you can do arrows?” Clint asked. He sighed dreamily and let himself fall back, Bucky’s arm reaching out quickly to prevent him from hitting the ground. “I love arrows.”

“You’re a dork,” Natasha said through a laugh.

“Honestly- is anyone surprised by bird brain and Terminator’s pumpkin?” Tony asked. There was a small chorus of no. “Alright Steve-”

Bucky watched as the team argued and bickered about who’s pumpkin was best. Clint had leaned forward again, throwing himself into the conversation, grinning and laughing with the others. Bucky looked back down at the pumpkin that Clint and him made, still trying to figure out how he felt about it until he realized that this was the closest he had been to the team since coming along. That warm feeling started to push its way in as he realized for almost an hour he was lost in something other than his thoughts, and that he was part of this small community.

Looking up, Bucky caught Steve’s eyes on him before Steve smiled and looked down at the pumpkin. Bucky nodded and smiled himself before he glanced over at the person who helped make it happen. Clint stated how he needed the training because his diet was shit. Maybe Bucky should start going to the training sessions now- needing them to help him settle into this community. Maybe he was finally ready for it.

“Rigged! This contest is rigged! Clearly my pumpkin is the best!” Steve shouted.

“Sorry Stevie- the voting has concluded,” Clint said in a very serious tone. “Brucie has the best pumpkin.” Bruce’s face was starting to turn red and Natasha had leaned over, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“It's okay to lose sometimes, Stevie,” Tony taunted, reaching out to pick at Steve, who pushed his hands away.

“Collusion,” Steve muttered.

“Collusion,” Sam repeated in a high pitched tone, straightening up as he laughed, his hands over his stomach. The whole team was laughing now. Clint knocked over, pressing against Bucky’s side to keep himself upright. Bucky looked at him and smiled before he looked at Steve.

“Sorry Punk,” Bucky offered.

“Yeah yeah- it’s alright,” Steve said. “Happy Halloween, team.”

#spooky season prompts #a wild prompt appeared