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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch.7

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6

Cassandra gradually starts taking up more of your time. Or, more accurately, demands it like it’s her birthright.

Every day, you wake her up with a kiss to her shoulder or neck and a whisper of her name. She comes to you when she’s bored at random times during your shifts, to either talk –complain— about her sisters or to outright distract you. There are times at night when you’ll feel the chill of her slip into your bed and press up against your back, but she’s always gone by morning light, like a dream.

She used to be just another component to your nightmares. Now… she’s what takes them away.

And you’re afraid.

That you’re growing to like the time with her while she’s just playing around, that it will cut that much deeper when you find yourself on the end on her sickle. Because how else can it end, you reason, between the two of you?

The thought momentarily makes your liplock with Cassandra taste bitter, despite the sweet strawberry taste of her lip balm -and no way she’s putting that on for you, right?

She has you pressed deep into a plush armchair with her palm on your chest, while her thighs are locked tight on either side of yours. You want to tell her that you should stop –both because you’re literally in the open and anyone can walk in on you and because it’s late—but her lips are doing wicked things to your neck and you can’t find your voice long enough.

When Cassandra starts grinding down on you though, rather impatiently too, you have to speak up before she starts something neither of you can finish.

“Cassandra.” you say breathily. A sharp nip comes over your pulse, then slippery lips close around the area. “Ah! Cassandra. You’ll be late for dinner.”

She tsks and pulls back, expression much like a kid that got her hand slapped away from the cookie jar. She dismounts you with the same sour look, smoothing down her robes.

“Walk me there.” she orders.

You rise and fall into step beside her, trying not to linger on how strange it feels. It should be nothing, really, considering all the activities the two of you nightly indulge in, but it’s… something.

Cassandra, uncharacteristically quiet, keeps gazing out the windows as though calculating or pinpointing something while you make your way to the dining room.

She comes to a sudden halt just before you reach it, turns to you, steals a quick kiss and then quickly leaves you behind, a colder aura about her as she strolls inside.

You hear Lady Dimitrescu’s voice, but not what she says. Once a few minutes have passed and you can safely blend into the background, you join the other maids on standby within.

You used to hate it here. Having them all in front of you like that, serving them wine, when they’re all to blame for taking any semblance of normalcy out of your life. You never glance at what they’re eating. You still dislike dinner time.

But.

When Alcina makes a snide comment about Heisenberg and you hear Cassandra’s laugh above Daniela’s giggle and Bela’s chuckle…

It no longer seems so bad.

“Bela, stay a moment.” Cassandra says after Lady Dimitrescu leaves with Daniela in tow.

“Oh, no.” The blonde huffs under her hood.

“I didn’t say anything. Yet.” The younger sibling raises her hands in exasperation.

“When you go ‘Bela~’” You bite your lip to keep your expression neutral as you’re cleaning the table because hearing the normally stoic sister mimic Cassandra’s voice like that is just plain gold. “It’s never good.” her tone turns flat once more.

Cassandra very pointedly rolls her pretty eyes. “I need you to cover for me.”

“See?” Bela sighs. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, it wasn’t really a question, I was just trying to give you the illusion of choice.” Cassandra shrugs. “I’m going out tonight.”

“What?” Bela damn near hisses. “Have you lost your mind?”

“It’s fine it’s, like, thirteen degrees.”

“How is that fine?”

The elder sister’s gaze then flits to you. There is no other maid in the vicinity that can overhear them, but she’s clearly uncomfortable with you picking up the implications of their conversation.

You still don’t get it. You guessed their aversion to sunlight has to do with their mutations… but why would the cold be an issue?

The survivor in you wants to know more. To know if this is something that can be used to your advantage when the time and circumstances are right for a potential escape.

Another part of you… just plain worries.

“I know what I’m doing.” Cassandra says, stern.

“Then you’re doing it alone.” Bela turns to leave…

Except.

“Oh, well. Guess mother should know about that little maid you’ve been orbiting around, lately.” Cassandra comments. “The one you even did a favor for? Just imagine her disappointment in you, the shining example of the family, stooping so low.”

Bela’s back goes rod-straight. The piercing look she sends Cassandra sends ice down your spine. You think she’s going to pounce… yet she exhales.

“One. Hour.” Bela states. “If you’re not back in one hour I’m coming to drag your sorry behind to mother. And she—” A gloved finger points directly to you, “Won’t be coming back with you in one piece.”

Wait.

What?

You didn’t know Cassandra planned to take you with her. But she didn’t deny it when Bela pointed to you. After her sister left, all she said was: ‘Dress well.’

Which brings you to your current position, pacing by the entrance hall of the castle, in a warm coat and two layers of clothes underneath. You turn to look behind when you finally hear her steps descending the staircase.

And— you freeze.

Because Cassandra is not wearing her usual robes. She’s dressed in all black, yes, but the outfit is tight on her form, fitting every curve, hugging her wonderful legs like a second skin. She’s wearing knee-high boots instead of heels and her hooded, gothic overcoat reaches down to mid-thigh.

There’s not a single patch of her skin visible other than her face… and you can’t, for the life of you, explain why it’s that hot.

“You’re staring, plaything.” she chastises, yet doesn’t sound like she minds. Rather, she’s smirking.

“Uh—” you can’t really form words.

“We need to hurry, clock’s ticking.” she says as she jiggles the very key you’ve looked everywhere during work hours for. The key to freedom. To leaving the castle.

Cassandra double-checks her clothes before she opens the door. You file it as useful information for later as you hurry to catch up to her.

The path to the village –or what’s left of it— through the forest is… difficult. Mainly because Cassandra is entirely unbothered by any and all obstacles and moves like she’s on a walkway, leaving you to fight with every rock hidden in the snow.

You manage. Somehow.

Until a distant howl makes you jump and quite literally crash into her side.

Cassandra laughs. It’s a clear, beautiful sound in the dead of night. “My, my. Scared of a Lycan in my presence?”

“I thought it was just a regular wolf!” You whisper, mortified.

Yellow eyes blink at you. Then her gloved hand raises to yours, taking it in a secure grip. You didn’t realize you were shaking, yet the tremors quickly cease when she does that. It’s just your heart that still feels like it’s going to give out on you, but for an entirely different reason, now.

Cassandra safely leads you to the village. It looks more or less the same, except empty, void of life. You don’t linger on memories. You don’t.

“Show me your house.” she says.

You never thought you’d be tracing the steps of your front porch so soon. You only have to push the door for it to open. And the inside is just as you remembered. A quaint little house. It’s simply not… home, anymore.

Nothing is.

Maybe nothing ever was.

And the thought makes a thin, cracked wall inside you finally give. Cassandra is saying something a few paces behind you, but your vision has blurred, your eyes sting and hot, salty rivers roll past your lids.

“Are you listening to me?” she asks. “...Plaything?”

You can’t talk. If you do, you’ll sob and break to pieces on the floor like a pushed glass statue.

Cassandra’s grip is tight and demanding on your elbow when her fingers curl above it, but she turns you with gentleness you’d never think her capable of. You do not meet her eyes.

Her other hand comes up to your neck.

You can’t, you can’t—

“Alexia.”

Your eyes snap to hers when she says it, from the shock. You didn’t think she even knew your name. Cassandra shifts her weight from one leg to the other, then seems to decide on something and wipes the tears beading at your chin away with her thumb.

“Pack what you wish. We don’t have long.”

As you turn into your bedroom and open your wardrobe to pack a few clothes into a bag, just to feel a tad more yourself when you’re in your room in the castle, the sound of your name falling from her lips follows you.

Haunts you.

You have half a mind to get your mp3, phone and chargers before you return to her. Cassandra is holding whatever she wanted to get from the village in a box tucked between her arm and body.

“Come.” she orders. Her hand settles on your elbow again and practically drags you along.

You don’t talk on your way back to the castle.

From one of the many windows overlooking the front yard, you spot Bela’s eyes on the two of you until she retreats into the shadows. Rigidly, Cassandra enters and immediately goes by the large fireplace to warm up. You only then notice how much more fluid her movements get. Or rather, how sluggish she was during the trip.

You shut the door and turn the key and realize it’s much easier to handle your situation when you’re the one locking yourself inside.

You take off your coat and scarf, then make to head for your bedroom —according to your calculations you’ll only get 3 hours of sleep— until… you notice how cold Cassandra looks.

She’s one step away from hugging the flames. And you can still hear her call you by your name in your head.

Great. Another thing to keep me up at night. You think as you approach her.

Slowly, so as to not scare her, you slip your arms around her slim waist from behind. She’s like a block of ice in your embrace, at first. Her body thaws gradually, to the point she’s fully relaxed against you.

“Thank you for today.” the words don’t come easy –they’re like pulling teeth— but you manage to get them out clearly enough.

“You’ll thank me in very many ways, plaything.” she says. “Having your own belongings in the castle is not a privilege any maid gets. But.” her voice, although quiet, hardens the slightest amount. “If, despite my generosity, you harbor dreams of escape… I will turn them to nightmares.”

Your blood goes cold in your veins. You can only nod against her shoulder.

Cassandra turns in your arms to look at you.

“And if you ever try to leave me alone here… I will find you and kill you myself.”

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #fanfiction #because i've read on spoilers of sadness and heartbreak and we all need something soft to take the pain away #cue our fav pillow princess being mega darling to her girl

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dyker-farmer · 4 years

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More bro fic.... angst fodder kind content.

Take that can away if you can

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event- not 10, jesus-, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

I also put it on Ao3.

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A bitch bastard man and a bitch walk into a room... Chapter 1/2/3/4

"I think we should talk about this."

If the room was stifled before, this just causes the pin to drop, and the relative lull to shatter with it. I don't want a storm, but we can't pretend the sea's a slightly oversized pond if we want him not drowning in it- again, my mind supplies, unhelpful.

He's zoning out again, blurry eyes pointedly off me, preferring the turned-off TV.

Let's start easy. "Why did you come here, Shane?"

"I-I-" It sounds like an excuse building up and it bubbles out like a shaken can, "I don't- I shouldn't have-" he goes to up and leave, and we just can't have that.

I scrape my chair closer and grab his shoulder, same as before. Hopefully it's more placating than caging. "No, you should have. You did good. Seeking out, remember?"

He doesn't answer but stills.

"Like Dr.Campbell and Harvey said." I try again.

"Yeah… Yeah." Deep breathing. "I. Don't know." He searches for my face, not quite past the nose. I nod, ushering him on. "It's. Stupid." I frown and my eyebrow goes higher than before and he immediately doubles down. "I know- positiv' reinforchment and all that shit! But… It's hard." A tired hand wipes the most of moisture off his face, before it goes back to wriggle with the other on his lap. "It's so fuckin' hard. Didn't even last two seasons!-"

I cut him off. "Two seasons is a lot! One and a half too. Last time, you'd tried to go cold turkey on the spot. We know what that got us." Sea foam in the mouth and a shared cold in the early spring, on top of a Joja lawsuit. "Shit's hard, like you said. You lasted one and a half this time. Next time-"

"Why the fuck do you always think there's gonna be a next time."

This time, I still. My laidback demeanor mirror his, but so does the cold anger creeping in and tensing both our backs.

"Because. There is going to be a next time. And another after that. And another. Same way there's been next times before this one now."

What's left unsaid we don't touch.

All irritation floods from him like it's just pointless to keep it in anymore, and his forehead goes to thunk softly against the wooden surface he leaned on before. The table muffles his next words a little.

"I can't… keep doing that." I don't peep. "I can't keep rolling back down and then up and down, and up, and down. I- I just can't, Garcia- Uidel-"

"I'll drag you there." I shrug.

"But you shouldn't have to!" His voice raises and make the boards vibrate where his skin's still pressed. "You shouldn't have to-to fuckin'-" he sniffles, the following words drowned out in held-back sobs. "Fuck damn it, you- I said I- I wouldn't be a burden anymore!"

He's crying out loud now, open sorrow and no walls left. Out of all the things you could stick on the not-so amiable man sulking straight from bed to Jojamart to Stardrop Saloon to bed, you probably wouldn't think of "extreme scare of bothering anyone". Yet it's all here in how he collapses silently in the mattress, wake without a sound, keep his head down the whole time he crosses town, tries to merge himself in the fake-nice blue of the shelves at work, then corners himself right between the chimney and the bar on Emily's side, stuck in-between two sources of warmth that can never touch him unless he swings one way or the other. And he doesn't a lot, still keeping to himself strictly. You probably wouldn't think either of how dreamy he gets, hidden in his alcove but seeing everything from there.

When Harvey nerds out about classical, jazz and electro swing music down the bar to me, trying to catch me up on my fuzzy memories of arts history and the implications of breaking codes in the tempo and the leisure of each instruments; of how each note gets a specific response from the brain if done right, and can make up for caffeine deprivation in miraculous ways, when there are no more chances to push back the dread of midterms season at doctor school.

When Elliott, boisterous and drunk, arm-on-arm with an equally inebriated Leah, calls out to the whole place to hear out his latest soliloquy, and drags on the words too much, but with a voice that carries it well, all flamboyance and no limits, as his hair floats around him in a crown and he reigns over the room like a kind lion- Description all intoxicated words from your chicken man truly, not mine. I always get too caught up in the pendulum of Leah's braid and her crooked smile to quite appreciate his theatrics. But the recital rings clear, and everyone applauds the performance- because hey, you applaud a drunk guy showing off the prowess of not tripping a single word in a ten minutes tirade, but also because it really is that good! Everyone, even Shane, whose hands zipped to under his armpits the moment our eyes crossed and I met his pink cheeks with a clairvoyant smile.

Hey, what can I say. Dude's a sapiosexual. Hence why we'll never and cannot bang. That, and, uh, the being lesbian thing.

But all this is closed off and not for anyone to see behind see-through fogged windows, like those kitchen cabinets, when you can make out the piled plates all resting against the cold surface precariously, bound to crash and shatter the moment you open them.

It took a good wrecking ball of a fake-oblivious polite faced stranger and my incessant, hot pepper poppers-powered pestering, to even just crackles the glass.

The rest was all done out of his own volition. He can't see that because alcohol is a depressant, and guzzling it down leads to blurry concepts made softer always and pretty much lush in brain, and when he's off the thing, and that's rare, he instantly goes from not there to thinking he's everywhere, soiling everything and giving nothing.

His sobbing doesn't relent, and he whimpers issues of "trustworthy sack of shit", "not being worth the fucking shrink's money", "not being worth his aunt's troubles", "not being worth Jas". At some point he goes to grapple with his hair, and tugs brusquely once, then twice, then I have to reach for his wrist to make him stop, which he snatches back as soon as I make contact. But he doesn't grab anything to pull or pinch or punch again, so that's good. I stay on standby beside him, but don't touch him. He rasps more condemnations, struggles to breathe enough through the phlegm spreading in his respiratory system, and I start reenacting the steps to stop a hyperventilation in my head, and the first aid for choking, when he begins to cough violently, his entire frame upset with the movement.

He takes the tissue box i nudge with insistence toward him, and ends up spitting mouthfuls of mucus mixed with some bile in the basin under his feet. Most of it is clear and smells of fruits, not beer, so I'm not too worried. When I go to stabilize him by taking his shoulders, he grasps at my wrists to stop me- but let them stay here, while he clings. The tremors get to me now, and I remind myself that this is good, this is before the cliffs and him finding refuge to burst open, not glassily stare at the weeping clouds as he blabbers on the meaninglessness of his life.

This is… very alive.

I ought to be glad.

I let him come down at his rhythm, counting the pulses of his wrists as I feel mine numb with the blood circulation slowed down under his hold.

When he's back with a mind, I count to three, then let go. His arms flop back down, on his lap and hands dangling between his tighs. He blows his nose again.

"I'm so pathetic…"

"Yeah sure, and I'm a serial prom queen."

Instead of jabbing back and forth, we get interrupted by a soft mewling. Both of us turn to the door, that's opened slightly to let in Eryza, the pitter-patter of her paws on the stone flooring the only sound for a moment…

As we both stare in revulsion at her jaw, a single line of vomit dripping of it.

Shane puts his head down in shame, not even having the strenght to hide further.

"Sorry."

"Nah, 's okay. She's already trash, anyway."

Eryza edges closer and rapidly tour around our legs- going back to Shane's feet twice, her whiskers tickling his exposed ankles. Purring loudly, she completely ignore my chastizing as I threaten to make her diet periwinkle-based to counter-act her literal potty mouth, and she scampers to do who-knows-what in the rooms.

"Your vibes are rancid, do you hear me?? Rancid, girl!" I call after her. "I swear to Yoba, Shane, your aunt might as well have brought me a raccoon."

Turning back to him, I can see the short-lived humor of the situation was, well, short-lived. I sigh.

It's late. We're both tired. Tomorrow is sunday. It's cool. We've got time.

I don't sit back down right away. First, I put a hand down on the nape of his neck, that slides to the top of his scalp, right where he'd tug. My quota, remember?

He sniffles some, a few teardrops make their way to the planks, unheard. We stay like this for a moment.

He doesn't shake me off, but in the slow tandem his body takes, rocking lightly from back to forth, I can tell it's enough, for now.

I sit back down on my chair.

I lean on the hand I'd put in his dark purple strands before, smelling cedar wood and pine trees. I don't assume. My farm has plenty of those to stumble through. And even if he went back to the cliff, another time again. I do that too. With my own cliffs back at not-home, but close. There's a sense, in staring down what couldn't take you.

Like visiting a scene crime that you've narrowly escaped from. And pride too. And the thrill of asking- "what if again? What if this time?"- and okay, I can see why it'd be worrying to have him go there a thrice time on his own late in the evening.

But last time was fine, the one before was made fine, and he might need a bitch for a friend right now, but not a watchdog.

His forehead is back against the table.

Three fingers massage my temple. I don't know how much he'll even remember tomorrow, but it's worth the try, always.

"Shane, dude, look at me." He doesn't.

"Dude."

Still doesn't budge. I knock the wood lightly.

"Yo, punk, my eyes are up here." I joke.

He snorts, or maybe he sniffles, and his chin's now resting on the table, peering through the forgotten drinks to watch me. His hands are hidden, probably still clutching his midsection. If I went on a rollercoaster toasted, I'd probably look the exact same.

"I told you before that you literally couldn't be a burden."

He snorts for sure this time, derisive. I knock wood again. "Don't look away from me when I talk, young man. Rude ass punk."

"Bitch." He throws.

"Bitch bastard man." I send back. "Anyways, as I was saying. If I choose you're my dumb of ass to keep around, that's me, that's my decision. You can't burden me if I choose the hard mode package and roll with it. So stop it. I literally told you before, it's not about you not making efforts or burdening people, it's about people who want to deal with you, out of free will."

"Freaky."

"Oh shut up, you dramatic himbo wannabe."

"A what now?"

"Internet slang. Gotta admit you're closer to a dad bod type, but the energy's here, according to many."

He shuffles, self-conscious. "Y'don't need to remind me…"

"Oh hush you, you're perfectly fine. And Elliott would eat his dumb little lobster and pomegranate toasts off that belly if you'd grow out of your own shell and let him."

He sputters unintelligibly, red as a fecking pepper. Good. Flustered is better than self-depreciating.

But now he's pulled on his hood and the strings all the way out, and resumes to chanting me to fuck off, so that might be a good call for a break.

"I'm gonna change and clean up, you need anything? Do you think you'll go back to the ranch, or stay here for the night?" It's happened before, but you can count them on the fingers of one hand.

A long silence follows and I allow myself a quick look in the mirror. Yeah, we're skipping a shower tonight, but the simple hairbrush will not do. I look like a bird's nest that the birds fought in to know who'd keep the children when bird 2 takes off and bird 1 is left to mourn the empty space that'll never fill up the same again and the good times that won't be- wow, trauma lane much, not now, cowpal. First we buckle up our current rodeo. I walk back to the main room, now pajama-clad.

"I've got the beds for the possible kids up there, don't ask me why Robin put so many there, we're two people in a house, and I can lend you a Tee if you want."

He's anxious, chewing his thumb. "Emily won't mind?"

"She's out, sleeping at Haley's tonight. Girls' night and sisters catching up. It's important for her energy flow and karmic balance. Plus, you know she wouldn't mind, she likes you."

That makes him blush more, covering up the alcohol damage enough. I take note, but don't comment. Things for later. They pile up tonight.

"I- I can't go back to the ranch like this."

"You could. Marnie knows better than act as if you're doing this for fun, now. She'd have to understand. But you don't have to." I reassure him when agitated pupils jump up to me. Let's keep that ongoing panic attack at bay. "Either way, I won't mind."

I sit back. Stretch my arms between us. Catch his worrying hands into mine. Give him a squeeze. Tense appendages don't squeeze back, but don't pull back either. That's half a win. He stops torturing the poor things, and unfold with visible effort, like a crumpled up paper flower put on water. His head shakes, and I can't tell if it's conscious, him speaking with himself or trying to shake off a thought, or just a reflex. He visibly forces his shoulders to relax.

"I'm… not bothering you?" Righteous. Seeking vocal positive reinforcement, like a pro.

"Nope." I pop out the 'p'.

"... I think I'll, uh, stay for tonight."

My hands shoot into the air. "Woo! Sleepover, baby!"

I don't catch his hands curling back on themselves, trying to capture that leftover warmth in the late summer night.

--- to be continued.

#panic attack cw #emetophobia cw #alcohol cw #suicide cw #stardew valley shane #stardew valley farmer #sdv shane #sdv farmer #☆writing☆#1!Dow Farm #Farmer Uidelsib #♧Shane

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spideyspoods · 5 years

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Deception Ch. 2

Pairing: Peter Parker X F!Reader

A/N: The final part, which I honestly struggled with but I do like the way it ended. Too full of myself? I’m not sure.

Warnings: FFH Spoilers, Manipulation, Angst, & Death

Word Count: 1.7k

Masterlist!

Part One!

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The group of scientists and technicians looked at the scene in front of them in awe, holograms projecting trauma inducing scenes all centered to break Peter Parker apart. They let out a few cheers, proud of their work. Quentin cheered with them, while his daughter sat in the back. Y/N’s stomach churned, horrified for tomorrow. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Simply get EDITH and Fury, then end with her father reigning over all. Every fiber of her being disagreed with all of it, but she learned early on what happened if she were to argue.

The next hour was essentially a rehearsal for a twisted new play. Y/N stood, waiting for her cue to do something that she’d regret. After it all ended, she rushed back to the hotel without a second glance back.

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Y/N opened the white door and shut it, before realizing she wasn’t alone. “Ned. What are you doing in my room?” His eyes widened, darting to the open window and her confused expression. “Peter-”

“Did he leave already?”

“Yeah, something about Mysterio not being who he thought it was,” his tangent paused “wait how did you know?” Think fast.

“MJ caught me up on everything I missed,” yeah that’ll work “I’m going with him. Just cover for me.” She scrambled to get her bag, while her friend protested. “No! I’m here because he wants to make sure you stay safe! After what he did, it may not seem like it, but he cares about you-” Y/N frowned, the weight of everything crashing down on her shoulders all at once. “Ned, please. I need to go with him, I know something he doesn’t. Just save the questions for later, I’ll answer them.” She slipped past him and back out the door. Defeated, Ned let out a sigh anxious for what would follow.

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Hours later, Quentin and his team arrived in Berlin. Everyone was on standby, ready to go. Y/N’s mind was racing and the gun in her hand trembled. How did she let this go on for so long? Peter, her best friend and someone she cared for deeply was about to die. All because she couldn’t say no to her Father. A pang of regret surfaced, a dreadful epiphany.

Who was she? Surely she was an individual; one that followed what she was told was right. Was Y/N doing this purely her Father’s satisfaction, or was it for her?

“Y/N are you even listening right now?” A sharp voice barked at her, “Sequence just started, it’s go time.”

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It was impossible to ignore Peter’s cries and groans. Y/N crouched behind a stack of wooden crates, watching from afar. He fell from the top floor and collapsed onto the roof of a car. Just as the glass shattered, she could feel her heart do the same. Slowly, he crawled off barely ducking bullets. He started to panic, frantically looking around to follow the voice. Everyone except him knew what was going on. In reality, he was simply just surrounded by drones but it didn’t feel that way. All of his greatest fears seemed to haunt him all at once. A loud gunshot rang out, a copy of her Father falling to the ground. Behind, Nick Fury stowed away his gun while surrounding Quentin with agents. Peter’s heart continued to skip a few beats, trying to shake it all off. “Peter!” She ran, taking him into her arms.

“Y/N, thank god you’re okay. I’m sorry-”

“No, I should be the one saying sorry.” He pulled away, taking in her exasperated expression. Her eyes that were once filled with joy and wit, were clouded with hurt and guilt. “I don’t want to do this, Peter. Just promise me you’ll stay strong?” His brows knit in confusion as he started to back away with every step she took forward. Peter looked down to find railroad tracks underneath his feet and back to her. “Y/N, what do you m-” Then he heard the train barreling towards him.

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Peter’s memory was still hazy, filled with images he couldn’t separate from illusions or reality. “I just don’t understand why Y/N was there in the first place.”

“Peter,” Happy said softly, making sure the brunette doesn’t get too tense while stitching.

“She didn’t do that, I know she didn’t!”

“Pete-”

“Y/N’s my best friend and it was all fake!”

“Peter! About Y/N, she’s not who you think she is.” In anguish, the kid stood up and recoiled.

“You don’t know that. I’ve known her for years! I care about her and hurting me would be the last thing she’d do.” Happy tried to steady himself, not wanting to tell him the truth. However, he needed to. The older man picked up a tablet, tapping a few icons before holding it out to Peter.

Y/N Beck, whose Mother’s maiden name was L/N, had the same features he had memorized by now. The same person who he trusted. The same person he had loved. It all began to make sense just as more questions popped up in his head.

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To everyone else, Peter Parker was dead. She didn’t know if it was denial or the truth, but she had a gut feeling that he was still alive. At this point, he would have already figured out the truth. More than anything, she wanted to leave this all behind and explain everything; to start fresh. She had never met anyone more forgiving and caring than her best friend, but even then he wouldn’t take her apology. Hell, she wouldn’t even take hers either. There was no restart button or quick fix, she’d just have to deal with it.

Y/N stood in the small, bland conference room where the team had decided to mark base. Her Father slowly stepped to join her, looking out the window while Cheryl steamed his cape in the corner. “Sweetheart, you’ve had lots of close calls and we’re mere minutes away from finishing all of this. I just need you to keep it together, I’m doing this all for you.” His voice was laced with a condescending venom and Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. She raised her hands, eyes ablaze.

“No it’s not! It’s never been about me, it’s never been for me! You’re making me kill my classmates, my friends, and people I care about-”

“People who hurt you! I know what Peter did and he deserves what he got.”

Y/N scoffed, “You don’t know a damn thing about me! You’re so caught up in molding me into some perfect daughter that you don’t even know who I am! Hell, you probably don’t even remember my birthday.” she trailed off. It felt good to let it all out, finally say something that she thought of rather than orders and mental cue cards.

Her father looked at her, compassion across his face. “I remember it clearly. You were born in the morning, just as the sun began to rise. You cried and it broke my heart. You looked exactly like your mother and it was beautiful. The moment I saw you, I knew that I’d give the world for you. That’s what I’m trying to do now and if you can hang in there for a few more minutes, that’s all I want.” Y/N gulped, holding back tears. What was love without heartache?

She had no idea if it was true or not, but she wanted to believe. So she did. Y/N nodded before heading out the door to get in position. Quentin’s smile dropped as soon as the door clicked, looking to Cheryl who had overheard it all. “Can you keep an eye on her? She seems a little unpredictable and I can’t have her risk this again.”

“You got it, boss.” ---

The ‘Elemental Fusion’ reigned over London without any signs of stopping. Y/N stood far away, watching for any disruptions. A few minutes later, she saw a silhouette plummeting from the sky. A blur of red and black raced downward and entered hologram. “The kid is here.” Everyone on comms began to panic while Y/N smiled to herself.

“Disable the holograms, just leave the drones!” Her father exclaimed.

“But how are you goi-”

“Just do it!” The holograms disappeared, leaving only a horde of drones in the sky. They whirred around, protecting the Tower Bridge. “Timeframe moved up, Y/N I need you here.”

“On it.”

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Her heart pounded, swinging open the door to reveal damaged drones and Quentin laying on the ground clutching a wound. Peter’s suit was worn, face covered in scars and wounds. He looked at her in disbelief, “Y/N..” he couldn’t manage to say anything else and she didn’t blame him.

“I know there’s no way to make it up to you, but I’m sorry. It won’t do anything and I know I hurt you,” she started to step closer to him “I just wish things were different.” Y/N was smart, looking to her Dad on the ground. She knew he wasn’t dead, that there were still illusions.

On the other hand, what was Peter supposed to say? He took notice of the gun in her hand, wanting to believe that she wouldn’t shoot him. She wouldn’t, he repeated. In the silence, her Father croaked a couple of words. “You’re a good kid, Peter.” That was the cue to shoot.

“Move!” Y/N pushed him out of the way before hearing a gunshot and letting out a cry of pain. Red hot pain simmered in her body, too much for her to handle.

It revealed the real Quentin, standing up and looking at his daughter for the last time as he collapsed for good. Peter rushed over to Y/N who clutched her wound. His eyes pricked with tears, overloaded with every single emotion at once.

Her vision grew spotty, darting across his face as if she tried to memorize it. “Y/N stay strong for me, okay?” He began to cradle her in his arms, hearing her breathing slow down. She was proud of herself for making her own decision for once. Y/N knew that she wouldn’t be there for Peter anymore, maybe it was for the best. Peter saw her eyes close and her heartbeat cease.

What was love without heartache?

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readerficsbyhyaku · 4 years

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Blank Slate (Kazumichi Irie x Reader - Soulmate AU) Part 2

The situation you were in felt definitely awkward. You were in Shion’s lab, along with the rest of the team, where they stared at you like you were some kind of zoo animal. You had managed to get ready in time, and the analyst was grinning at her desk. She was ruthless.

« Sorry about earlier » you said, feeling ashamed of yourself « I’m not very good around people »

You fidgeted around a bit.

« Shion told me she gave you all the info, but i’d like to present myself officially. My name is [your name] and i’m pleased to meet you ! » you gave it your best smile.

As silence greeted your words, you felt heat creep up your face, until a small laugh broke the stillness and stiffness of the atmosphere. It was Inspector Shindo, chortling, then followed by Ignatov’s discreet snicker, then Kisaragi’s smile, Todoroki’s grumpy yet more relaxed expression and Kazumichi’s hearty laugh. Your ribs tingled again when you heard his voice, and at this point you didn’t know if you were getting flustered because of awkwardness or because of that feeling seemed linked to him.

Shion was smoking, as usual, and she flashed you a more sincere grin through the dim lit lab and the puff she had exhaled. She knew how hard it had become for you to make bonds, any bond. You sighed internally as she mistook your earlier agitation for social nervousness. It would be a lot more difficult to explain that you fled because you met your fucking soulmate, out of all people.

« It’s okay, Karanomori told us about you. You’ve been here for a long time, right ? » Shindo mused, his eyes glittering without any mischief in the blue light of the lab’s screens.

You felt he knew something about you, or maybe he guessed it. You took a deep breath, it didn’t matter if you told them or not, it wasn’t a secret, Shion already told them, and in the worst case scenario they were going to die or end up locked up like you… So really, there was no issue.

You proceeded to explain how you wound up as a glorified prisoner of NONA tower. As far as you remembered, you didn’t remember anything. Anything about you was wiped out of your memories, like if somebody had replaced your brain with a blank slate. You knew how things worked, how the world worked, but felt like you were born already adult without any prior experience. It was funny, you recalled, how the first thing you saw when « waking up » was Shion looking more than mildly annoyed at you, saying that she didn’t have time for any of this, and how she was the one to keep an eye on you while she tried to understand what had happened. And at the time, she hadn’t even checked for your Crime Coefficient, so you must’ve imagined how much it added to her headache.

« So, Karanomori is kind of my babysitter here, please be kind with her ! » you finished your story with a sheepish smile. On the other end of the room, Shion smiled wearily but you knew she didn’t mind.

« Give me a break ! I’ve had to pamper you at least for 5 years ! » she retorted, then swiveled back to her screens and, squashing her cigarette butt on her already overflowing ashtray, she started talking about the case.

You were quickly briefed about what happened the day before, since you weren’t really allowed to leave the tower on your own and had no formation like the Enforcers, you weren’t able to join them on the crime scene. Not that you minded, you didn’t exactly want to see dead bodies on a daily basis. There was this drone crash that seemed orchestrated by a series of unfortunate events, a certain man named Rick Fellows that was dead because of it, and a company official that filed a complaint and evaded questionning.

You didn’t like that at all. You hated everything that was politics-related because it tended to get overly complicated, and it seemed to be that kind of case. When Inspector Shindo started to explain the subprimes to the team, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You also had a particular aversion for anything finance or economics related, because it got overly complicated too. Just your lucky day…

The meeting hopefully ended without you getting a raging headache, so that was nice. Everybody was assigned a mission and you stayed there on standby, watching as everybody left. As the doors closed shut, Shion looked back at you and grinned

“See, it wasn’t that bad, right ?”

“Yeah, yeah…” you made a motion with your hand “Can you tell me more about that Yonehara guy ? I could maybe try and find some lead about him while everybody else is working”

“You should’ve asked the Inspectors first !” she reproached, but nevertheless sent you his official file, as well as his hue and Crime Coefficient report.

You thanked her, and got back to your room to investigate. You were on your couch, computer on your lap and you reviewed a few videos there were of the man. Fast forwarding, pausing and looking at his expressions, you settled on one and closed your eyes. How did this guy made you feel ? Therefore, how did he feel ? Patterns emerged under your eyelids and swirled around, abstract renditions of emotions. The swirls became more violent and aggressive, but the colors remained the same, until the flow stilled and the colors grew muddy.

You opened your eyes back up and jotted notes quickly on your laptop. Yonehara used aggressivity to protect himself, when he felt threatened. His mood tended to swing wildly and he was bad at hiding it, often between apparent anger and despair. He didn’t feel like a restless guy, but there was something that was making him that way, not being able to be happy or contempt, or even at peace. Stripped of his anger, he became very fragile - maybe that could lead to him being manipulated or easily pressured.

It wasn’t very substantial, but that’s all you could take from the videos and complaint he filed. Stretching a bit and hearing your bones pop, you decide to call the Inspectors to give them that bit of insight. You had a feeling Shindo was miles ahead of you, but you wanted to show them you weren’t useless. Ignatov answered first, you resumed what you had deduced and were about to send him the meager file when he said

“We already received an alert about his Psycho-Pass exceeding authorized levels in a forbidden zone, we’re on his track”

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath, mind rushing “I think it was a trap for him about as much as for you, Inspectors”

There were too many factors that didn’t sound right, Yonehara wasn’t the kind to go there of his own accord. It was despair that pushed him there, and there was surely someone that gave the final nudge.

“Don’t worry, Kazumichi seems to know Myogadani. We’ll call you if we need more insight but it’s a pretty hands-on case right now” Ignatov replied before ending the call.

You closed the little window emanating from your watch and laid your hands back on the touch surface of your laptop. Your hands were sweaty, gross. You knew you had to be quicker next time, but being on point after not actively practicing your skills made your chest swell with pride. You were worried about the team, though… You didn’t know Myogadani at all, but since it was a forbidden zone you had somewhat of an idea of what could build up there. Gangs. And judging from Kazumichi’s openly defiant demeanor towards authority, and Ignatov’s statement about him knowing the place, it was easy to deduce that he must have been involved in one of them at some point. You don’t become an Enforcer for nothing, after all.

Thinking about him had your mark itch again on your ribs, and you scratched it but to no avail. The itch seemed embedded under your skin, and it made you feel uneasy. Was it worry for him ? Now that you had met him, were you forced to cope with that link between you and him forever ? What would happen if he… died ? You heard that losing a soulmate, even if you weren’t close to them, hurt tremendously. Having so little control about something that seemed so big wasn’t a great feeling.

You sighed heavily, put away your laptop and laid on the couch, staring at the dark ceiling above you.

For some reason, you felt you were going to have a hard time staying away from Division 1 this time.

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jules-and-rue-and-lexi-too · 5 years

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Stormy Nights | Euphoria

ship: Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn

description: This isn’t the first time Jules and Rue have shared a bed. But as the wind rages and lightning cracks outside, one’s particularly glad to have the other. Fluff set somewhere between episodes two and three.

Just a quick fluff piece I threw together for my new favourite ship! Also on AO3.

Compared to Jules, Rue was a rock. They were alike in many ways, but when it came to the energy they carried themselves with, the two were like yin and yang. When Jules told a funny story her whole body got into it, her unrelenting laughter would constantly be cutting herself off, and her eyes would be darting all over the place as she relived the story just as much as Rue was. And in turn Rue would just sit there in her baggy clothes, nodding and just smiling the smile that she always wore when she was looking at Jules. That didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying it though.

In the early days of their friendship there had been a time when Jules worried about that; she’d been enthusiastically telling Rue a story Kat had told her when she’d suddenly stopped mid sentence. Her face fell, she’d glanced away, and then she’d asked in a voice that chilled Rue. “Sorry. Guess it wasn’t that funny.” Now THAT had gotten some energy out of Rue as she practically leapt over the lunch table to assure Jules that she was paying attention, and soon enough the storyteller was right back on track. They were long past little misunderstandings like that now, falling into their own comfortable groove that they both understood completely.

The point is, between them, Jules was the energetic one. She was the one who was loud and squealy. She was the one who, in one of those animes Rue had begun to sit through with her, would absolutely be the one shrieking and flailing about at the mere presence of the thunderstorm.

Evidently, that was not the case.

“FUCK!” Rue went from peacefully sleeping to practically launching herself into the ceiling as a clap of thunder crashed outside, the fear of what was outside only being compounded as another bolt sent a flash of bright light through the bedroom window just behind where the two of them slept. She turned around on the spot, hand thrusting up into the inky blackness to try and feel for the pull-down curtain at the top, but yet another thunderclap sent her reeling back into the safety and comfort of her blanket.

There was just enough light in the room from alarm clocks and phone notifications to tell that rain was pelting against the window, and even if there wasn’t the sound of it was practically deafening. Rue’s entire body shook like a leaf, the memory of every terrifying night like this coming back to her like a flood. It had been a constant since she was little; she hated thunderstorms. She’d like to think her hatred was brave and wrathful, like she wanted to do battle with Thor himself, but in reality the hatred was born out of a storm’s ability to reduce her to a whimpering wreck. It wasn’t exactly the personality quirk she was most proud of.

“Uhhh… Rue?” Jules was awake now. She’d actually been awake since Rue had first leapt into the air and unwittingly slapped her arm over Jules’ face, something she’d done in such a panic that she hadn’t even noticed it. Jules sure had though, it had just taken her a moment to fully come to her senses.

“Hi.” Rue said, trying her hardest not to make her voice waiver. It’s just a storm, she told herself, even though that kind of thinking had never managed to calm her before.

“What time is it?” Jules pulled herself out from under the covers a bit, propping herself up on her elbows as something else caught her attention. She twisted herself around to look at the window, hearing the same torrential downpour that Rue did… But having nowhere near the same reaction. “Oh, wow… It’s bucketing out there.” Rue had to stifle the urge to feel a little jealous. That’s how she should be reacting, and yet…

Jules leaned over towards the bedside table on her side, picking up her phone and clicking it off standby. Finally some light filled the room that lasted more than a moment, the brightness of her Madoka Magica lock screen lighting up her face. Not that Rue could actually see her face. She wished she could. Jules’ smile always made things better.

“2 AM…” Jules sleepily concluded, shutting off her phone and putting it back down but remaining propped up on her elbows. “What’s up?” Rue and Jules may have shared quite a lot with each other since they had started becoming close, but in her rattled state the dark haired girl couldn’t think of anything she’d like to do less than admit she was still scared of thunderstorms.

“Uh… Nothing.” She insisted, maybe a little too confidently. “Just woke up. Randomly. Come on, let’s just go back to slEEEP!” The room flashed and the walls rumbled as lightning struck outside her window once again, and Rue wasn’t able to contain the shriek of horror that escaped out of her. Fear was quickly replaced with shame, however, as even though pitch darkness she knew Jules was looking at her. She knew what was going on.

“Was it… The storm?” Jules looked out the window again before turning back to her bedmate, sliding down under the covers with her. “Are you scared of thunderstorms? You never told me that!” Her voice didn’t sound mocking or condescending even the slightest, Jules obviously just happy to be learning more about her friend, but still Rue felt embarrassed.

“No! It’s just…” Rue was finding it harder and harder to deny. Partly because she knew Jules knew, and partly just because she didn’t want to lie to her. “It’s just been a thing for me since I was a kid, alright? I know it’s stupid but it just gets to me. I don’t even have, like, traumatic childhood storm experiences. Just been like that. Long as I can remember, anyway. Every night that there’s a storm, I just get real freaked out.” Jules was silent for a moment after Rue spoke, the two of them just staring at each other in the dark. It was something they spent a lot of time doing lately, and Rue usually loved it, but right now she really wanted her to say something, to giggle at her or to empathize or something.

“I get it.” Jules said. It wasn’t a lot, but still Rue felt an abnormal amount of relief hearing it. “Not all fears have to be rational! Just know it’s not gonna hurt you.”

Rue chuckled. “I know that! It just… Fuck, I don’t know.” She sighed, and once again, the two of them were silent. However whereas Rue was just weary Jules was deep in thought, and soon enough she was reaching out and pushing Rue’s shoulder.

“Come on. Roll over.”

“Huh?”

“Roll over!”

“Why?”

“Do iiiiiiit.” Jules just kept pushing Rue a little bit harder each time, finally coaxing her into giving up and rolling onto her back. “No, further.” Jules just kept insisting, and with a slight groan Rue rolled onto her side facing away from Jules.

“You wanna explain to me what we’re…” Rue’s quest for knowledge was immediately shut up by the feeling of Jules pressing her front against her friend’s back and wrapping her arms over her. She felt her snuggle her face into the back of her neck, the girl letting out a content sigh that let hot breath wash over Rue’s back. After her brain had finished recovering from turning to mush, she realized what she was doing. They were spooning. Something they’d done a bit of before, sure… But she’d always been the big spoon. This was new and strange feeling territory. “Jules…?”

“Just relax, okay?” Jules told her, her long, lithe leg lifting up a little and brushing against her bedmate. “You didn’t have me all those times you were freaked out. Having someone else really helps, trust me.” The arm that lay over Rue’s body lifted up, reaching to gently stroke the top of her head. “I’ve got you.”

Rue wanted to remind her again that she didn’t actually think the storm was out to get her, and that what they were doing was also cheesy as fuck… Yet something stopped her. A feeling inside her that she couldn’t quite pin down, yet made her want to curl into a ball and snuggle up with Jules as much as she could. Which was exactly what she did, tucking her feet against her bum and resting her hands underneath her chin, right above her heart. All the while she could feel Jules warmth wrap around her like another blanket. It made her feel… Safe.

The room lit up again. A deep, low rumbling followed. Rue didn’t so much as shiver.

#euphoria #jules vaughn #rue bennett #zendaya #hunter schafer #fluff

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intubatedangel · 5 years

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Barista’s Bad Heart - part 9

(Long part here, a lot of exposition, but it’s fairly important as Anna Swift and the team at Memorial are going to be the main characters of many of my stories going forward. Like a TV medical drama, you’ll see these guys often, but the patients will still get their own introductory part or parts. Hope you enjoy.)

Part 1: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183302348002/baristas-bad-heart-part-1

Other links at the bottom.

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Advanced Nurse Practitioner Anna Swift leaned against the counter in the centre of the main triage room. She signed off a chart, dropping it into the discharged pile, then picked up her tea. She was young enough, only 26, that she hadn’t lost enough taste buds to handle the grim brown liquid that passed as coffee. She sipped the warm tea and turned to look around the room. Laid out in a hexagon, it was the hub of the emergency department, where patients were initially assessed then shifted to the relevant ward. There were a dozen cubicles in this central room alone, with portable beds to allow patients to be shuffled around easily and efficiently.

Wide sets of double doors led through to additional cubicles for varying degrees of severity. Each set of doors had large painted panels denoting their intended patients. The blue doors were the minor injuries ward, though most of the staff referred to it as HC, hypochondriac central. Small cuts, basic colds, pretty much anything that could have been sorted by the patient themselves, went through those doors.

Yellow doors led through to the main treatment ward, simplified to TR by the staff. Simple fractures, bad cuts, sprains and illnesses, anything actually needing treatment or observation went through those doors. It was the biggest of the wards, capable of accommodating over 40 patients without any body sitting on a bed in a corridor.

Red was the High Severity Unit, HSU. This was for patients that were in potentially serious trouble and needed close observation. Badly broken bones, head injuries and the like. Things that had a chance of suddenly becoming life threatening. 20 patients could be treated, and crash carts were scattered across the ward in case a patient deteriorated. It had its own set of elevators to the radiology department and an internal corridor to the next ward. The ward that had black panels on its doors.

The Resus Suite was where the life and death action happened. It had access to the ambulance bay to get patients in quick. It was the crowning glory of the Trauma Centres reputation. 12 fully equipped rooms, ready to handle anything the city had to throw at it. It even had a pair of Trauma Theatre’s, and a surgical team on standby. A helicopter pad on the roof had elevators directly to the Resus Suite.

The Resus Suite was Anna’s primary domain. She would cover the other wards when it was quiet, as she had been doing today, but as soon as that red phone rang, she could drop everything and go to where she thrived. Her gaze fell upon it. It sat on the central column behind the circular counter. It hadn’t rung all day. Somehow, the bustling city had avoided grinding anyone up over the last 8 hours. A couple of minor car crashes, one stabbing and an old lady who tripped over thin air and broke her hip, but nothing that set that phone ringing. Every patient had been conscious and stable as they were brought in.

“You’d better not be hoping for that phone to ring Anna.” Said a voice behind her. The words were a reprimand, but the tone was friendly, almost playful. She turned to see Doctor Carl Teague, 30 years old, with sandy hair a short, sculpted beard. He was like Anna. They were both young for their positions, he was already an ED consultant, leading their team. Anna had been working with him for two years now. They’d been sleeping together for 6 months.

“I’m thinking nothing of the sort.” She replied, a look of mock outrage on her face. “I was merely considering that my skills might be being wasted over in HC.”

He rolled his eyes, filling his current chart in the discharge box. “Think of it this way,” he said quietly, leaning over the counter towards her, “a quiet day, means we have more energy for fun later on.”

Anna checked that no was watching. “Easy boy. Remember, not at work.” Despite seeing each other for six months, no one at the hospital officially knew they were in a more than professional relationship. It was starting to become a point of contention between them, and she saw him frown slightly. “Soon. Okay. I just want to make sure everyone knows I’m leading because I’m good enough. Not because I’m entangled with the ED’s golden boy.”

“You’ve proved that time and again already.” He said. “I just…”

The red phone rang.

***

Anna stood in the ambulance bay, bristling with that nervous energy that always filled her when a hard case came her way. Excitement wasn’t quite the right word for it. It was tension, focus, determination all wrapped into one. There was also an undercurrent of concern and fear, that they might fail. But she had enough experience to keep that buried deep enough that it wouldn’t impact her performance.

In the six minutes since the red phone had called them, Anna had gathered up her team. Like a well-oiled machine they knew their roles and could have probably run a code in silence, such was their experience together. Carl had grabbed his current shadow, a young F1 junior doctor. She was clearly nervous, her fingers tugging on the hem of her head scarf.

They all knew the rough details, mid 20’s girl in full cardiac arrest, sudden onset, no trauma. The sirens broke through the air, the ambulance rapidly approaching. Carl gave his orders.

“Ok guys, let’s run this same as always. Anna, I want you straight onto compressions. Kirstie, take the ambu bag. Jess, IV. Roger, you’ve got the record. Zee, this is your first time, so stick close, listen and try your best to keep track.” Zainab nodded. “Good. Everyone else, I want her inside as quick as we can, so make sure nothings tangled and get ready to work them legs.”

There were murmurs of understanding, the approaching sirens beginning to drown them out. The ambulance raced onto the street, forcing the traffic to yield. It swung into the emergency lane that led up to the assemble resus team. They all stepped back, just off the road, as the ambulance approached. The tyres squealed, a hint of burnt rubber filling the space in front of the doors, bringing the ambulance to a stop.

The team sprang into action. Two of those who had no specific job wrenched open the doors, stepping out of the way. Anna was greeted by the sight of Lucy working the young woman’s chest. A younger man was sat at the head of the gurney, his eyes sparkling with tears. The squeal of the monitor spilled out, and Anna could see the streaking flatline on the monitor. The moment passed, and Anna sprang into action.

She stepped forward, placing one foot on the back step of the ambulance, then sprang forward. Gripping the sides of the gurney with her hands, she swung her legs down, landing on either side of the girl’s bare legs. She grabbed the monitor off the shelf as Lucy continued her compressions, and pulled it across the lifeless body to clip it onto the gurney’s rail.

“On 3.” Anna said to Lucy, who nodded, as she shuffled her knees into the right position. “1…2…3” Lucy pushed down once more, then snapped her arms away. In the same moment, Anna brought her interlaced fingers down, pressing down straight away. There had been no break in the rhythm of compressions, Anna’s thrusts taking place of Lucy’s with a slick efficiency.

The gurney shuddered, Anna compensating automatically, as it was pulled from the back of the ambulance. There was a slight pause as bits of equipment were handed off and Dave made his way round from the cab. Hands grabbed the gurney and began pushing it head-first, towards the doors. Anna kept up the perfect compressions as they travelled towards the Resus Suite.

Carl was near the girl’s head, opposite Dave. Roger was trailing just behind Dave, clipboard and chart in hand. “What have we got?” Carl asked.

“Amelia Preston, 25. Sudden V-tach arrest after altercation with a customer. No signs of injury, infection or drug-based influence. Suspected prior cardiac complaint. She was wearing a 3-lead monitor at the time.” He nodded over at George, who held out the monitor. Zainab took it off his hands. “CPR started immediately, and AED was on scene within 90 seconds. Shocked 3 times before becoming asystolic. First round of Epi administered after 10 minutes. Resulted in a shockable rhythm. After 2 shocks we got a sinus brady rhythm, with multifocal PVCs. Deteriorated back into V-fib, then asystole again after 2 shocks. She’s been flat since then. Total downtime of 22 minutes.”

The team had gotten the gurney inside and were now turning through the extra wide door into Resus 1.

“Ok. Let’s move her over and get her on our monitors. Let’s run a tox panel, and get someone from cardiology down here, I want the data from that monitor.” The gurney had pulled up next to trauma bed and everyone was waiting on Anna to move Amelia across. Anna checked the team was ready to move, then shifted across both beds, slipping over the side to land on the step that protruded from the trauma bed. The rest of the team had lifted Amelia across and arranged her on their own CPR backboard, allowing Anna to resume compressions as soon as she landed on the step.

Lucy handed over the blood sample to one of the nurses, Trish, who rushed out of the trauma room towards the lab. Another nurse was over by the phone, calling the cardiology department. Others were quickly connecting the equipment to the monitors, one attached to the bed, with a repeater feed to the TV sized monitor on the wall.

“Let’s double check everything.” Carl ordered. “I want an echo and let’s confirm that airway.” Anna counted off the compressions as the ultrasound probe was pulled over to the side of the bed.

“3…2…1…” Anna pumped down Amelia’s chest once more, then pulled back. She scanned the room as Carl held the probe to Amelia’s battered chest. Lucy and Dave were standing in a corner, along with the young man that had accompanied them. He looked physically and emotionally exhausted. She looked down at the lifeless body before her. With a few moments to actually look at the girl, Anna was struck was by how similar she was to their patient. They had the same body shape, were within a couple of inches of each other and both had hair that curled gently in waves, though Anna’s was maybe a shade darker. If they’d been weighed, there would probably be a good difference, given the muscle tone Anna had developed lifting patients and performing life saving efforts. But overall, they looked similar enough that a stranger might comment on them being sisters.

“No cardiac activity.” Carl commented, gaze locked on the screen of the echo. “But the pericardium is clear.” He handed off the probe and grabbed the stethoscope from around his neck. “Good bilateral air entry. Airway’s fine.” He looked up at Anna. The realisation of the similarity between her and Amelia must have been showing on her face. “You ok?” He asked.

Anna shock her head quickly. “I’m fine.” She said, motioning for him to get out of the way. As soon as the head of the steth was out of the way she resumed compressions, with a slightly more desperate effort to them.

Carl shrugged to himself. “High dose of epi, let’s see if we can kick start something.” Jessica acknowledged the order and proceeded to inject the drugs into the central IV, confirming the time with Roger. “Sarah! Anything from cardiology?” He called out to the nurse by the phone.

“They’re saying at least 15 minutes. They’re all in the cath lab or out for lunch.”

Carl cursed under his breath. He placed his fingers against Amelia’s neck, feeling the solid compression generated pulse. Then he checked her pupils. “Pupillary response is diminished.” He sighed, pondering his next move. “Ok, let’s get the LUCAS and combo pads on her, and initiate therapeutic hypothermia, I want to keep as much of her brain function intact as possible if we can get her back. She’s definitely a small.”

Anna focused on completing her fourth minute of compressions as the rest of team unpacked the specified equipment. Being a nationally recognised centre of excellence in the field of resuscitation, Memorial had been given several grants for research projects aiming to improve patient outcomes. One of those projects was Carl’s pet project. Still a prototype, the Intra-Arrest Temperature Management Vest was a relatively simple idea. The goal was to rapidly induce mild-hypothermia to reduce potential brain and organ damage, without interfering with efforts to resuscitate the patient. In practice, it looked almost like a bulky long winter coat without the sleeves and a few strange gaps.

Anna watched as the team spread the vest on the bed next to Amelia. They’d practiced the procedure repeatedly, on manakins and each other, but Amelia was only the second patient to be in the right situation for the vest. Kirstie and Sarah took up position on the opposite side of the bed from Amelia, while Jessica come up beside Anna. With Trish still on her way back from the lab, Carl directed Zainab to the head of the bed, while he went to the end. His longer arms allowed him to reach out and grip underneath Amelia’s thighs. Anna waited until everyone had sounded off their readiness before stopping compressions.

“1…2…3… Lift.” Carl told Zainab. Together they lifted the lifeless Amelia a couple of inches clear of the bed. Anna’s arm shot underneath her, grabbing the vest. Next to her Jess was doing the same. They pulled it through, Kirstie and Sarah making sure they didn’t drag it too far, then guided Carl and Zainab in lowering Amelia back down so that she lay with her shoulder blades on the reinforced section of the back of the vest. That was where most of the pressure from the compressions would end up.

As soon as Amelia was down, Anna went straight back into compressions, keeping the blood flowing while the others finished arranging the vest. Amelia’s chest sank underneath Anna’s hands, her abdomen distending just as it before. The vest offered no interference with the process. As Anna hammered away on her near-doppelganger’s chest, Sarah reached around her hands to remove the shiny orange gel pads, replacing them with the large foam squares of the Quik-Combo electrodes.

Jess and Kirstie threaded Amelia’s arms through the large holes, then folded the top half of vest over her body, securing it with the Velcro straps. It didn’t interfere with Anna, as one of the large gaps was located right on Amelia’s sternum, providing the perfect gap for Anna’s hands. The pair of nurses then moved further down, wrapping parts of the vest around Amelia’s thighs, another large gap left between her legs, allowing access to her vagina and femoral arteries.

The small cooler attached to the vest began to hum as it pumped refrigerated water through the tiny tubes in the vest, and within seconds Amelia’s temperature began to drop. Anna continued her professionally brutal compressions as the team then began to unpack the Lucas. Carl was injecting another round of drugs in, as the monitor continued to show the complete lack of electrical activity in Amelia’s heart.

The backboard of the Lucas was brought over, Anna stopping for a moment as it was slid under Amelia, it was a perfect fit for the reinforced region of the vest. Anna did a few more compressions as the team made sure the Lucas was ready.

“Ok, step off Anna.” Carl ordered. She complied, stepping completely off the bed, rubbing some feeling back into her arms. She glanced at the clock. 6 minutes and 30 seconds of near continuous compressions. It was a personal best. Though she didn’t feel particularly proud at the moment. It meant that Amelia had now been in cardiac arrest for 29 minutes.

Anna returned her attention to the patient who look so much like her. The Lucas had been clipped to its backboard, Amelia’s wrists tied to the top. The large puck, fitting perfectly in the gap in the cooling vest, began to force her chest down. At this point, all Anna could do was watch. Watch, and hope.

***

Part 2: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183345519857/baristas-bad-heart-part-2

Part 3: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183380872877/baristas-bad-heart-part-3

Part 4: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183471507287/barristas-bad-heart-part-4

Part 5: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183491865107/barristas-bad-heart-part-5

Part 6: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183594682567/barristas-bad-heart-part-6

Part 7: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183658697742/baristas-bad-heart-part-7

Part 8: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183678245687/baristas-bad-heart-part-8

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A Spark of Ember

By: Cutegirlmayra (Assisted Story for Marydragneell)

It was the dark of night.

I guess you could say she had been traveling for hours, or at least, still on the trail of G.U.N.

Man, where had the time flown off too?

She paced the dark night, strung with fireflies and lost in her thoughts. The only thing pulling her forward was the dirt in her nails from digging the children’s graves before swearing she’d seek revenge.

‘It shouldn’t have happened that way.’ Her teeth clenched, gripping an object in her hand, round and with the inscription G.U.N. ‘I won’t lose more to those… those monsters!’

***

Maria ran through the ARK, excitedly racing away from something. She was young, full of energy, and wasn’t afraid to skid her knee on the cold steel of the floating spacecraft.

She laughed and laughed, as two figures followed behind her, open-eyed and seeming rather calm though the girl was obviously elated at the game.

“Tag me! Tag me~” she chimed, giggling some more as she twirled around.

One figure looked to see the other’s eyes fixated on Maria’s youthful beauty, her innocence and charms, and smiled.

“Maria!” the figure called, racing even faster, breathing so much harder now, as she reached forward to tag her.

“STOP!”

Maria and the two figures paused, scared out of their game as a large, round man walked into view. His towering figure had his arms wrapped behind his back, his glasses gleaming in the vast sparkling lights of deep space behind him.

“How many times must I remind you.” He handed Maria a vile, and wearily, she trembled and stepped back.

“But grandfather…” she pleaded, before he shook his head, and bent down to her. His mustache moved with each tender word he spoke.

“Now, Maria. You were coughing up blood last night… you must take your medicine and rest more than play. I know you want to play, and feel exceptionally invincible with Shadow and Ember by your side… but you must remember…”

He then looked with a shaded stare to his creations… less tenderly than he had the child…

“They are still dangerous.”

The figure held her hand… stepping back and looking in the light with widened eyes.

Claws…

The other figure entered the darkness, “We can’t actually play with her, Ember.”

In horror and sorrow, the figure began to cry, and lifted a claw to touch it, unsure of what it was.

She flinched back as it scratched her, unaware of her body or her abilities.

She looked to the other figures hands, and shouted, “Why were you created differently!? You can play with her!”

“…No, Ember.” Shadow stepped into the light, his eyes glaring down at her in all seriousness. “I can’t.” he lifted his head up, pride and protection filling his brilliant red eyes.

“We never will.”

***

Ember had crash landed in a separate pod from Shadow. Gerald had sent her down first, having created her to protect rather than cure humanity, as was Shadow’s true design.

In all honesty, she was created as a companion to assist Shadow… but since she couldn’t find him or even know if he existed anymore, she wandered around the earth in search of anyone who needed help.

Her memory of everything was perfect. As was part of her creation, she was a walking scrapbook of every detail she had ever witnessed in her life.

She had stumbled upon a village, who accepted and welcomed her in.

Every day she would venture out to gather food and supplies for them, beginning to learn more about the world Maria loved so much, and happily did her designed purpose of watching over the earth and keeping its people safe.

Until that one day…

***

“Sing, sing!”

Ember, an immortal wolf with dark grey hair, red streaks much like Shadow’s, who she considered her brother; white tips on her ears, feet, and hands, eyes a deeper purple than amethyst, was given new clothes and a home. It was more than she could ever ask for.

“I… could maybe sing… one song~” she winked and stuck her tongue out to the side. The kids all cheered, as the adults smiled and nodded their heads.

Sweet is the winter,…

Calm is the thunder…

And don’t you cry~

Mother is here now…

To bring in the spring and create the things of life~

Rain, rain, rain…

Do you remember the warm rain?

Be patient, my child, and sing without guile

Bittersweet is the spring, that carries in the breeze…

Calmed by the melting snow…

And don’t~ you~ cry~

Before Maria would go to sleep each night, she would ask Ember to sing to her. And soon after that, Maria would sing it to Shadow before he was placed back in his experimentation pod for further study and… ‘fixing’.

Ember’s tail flicked as her face lit up from the children cheering and begging for her to sing it again, but the adults hurried them to bed.

The orphans… on the other hand, wouldn’t stop pleading.

The orphans were rumored to have parents who funded the ARK project, since the pod she escaped in was programmed to land somewhere ‘safe’ she figured it meant one of the funders.

Then… that horrible night… a night she wished to simply forget.

But such was her curse…

To never… forget.

There was smoke everywhere.

G.U.N had tracked down the children, sent to the village for safe keeping… and performed… a horrible, horrible deed…

“No…” Ember dropped all the supplies she was carrying, seeing the village on fire.

“No…” She dropped to her knees when her feet carried her faster than she thought possible to the orphanage.

Blood.

Crimson blood mingled with ash and smoke.

Her claws gripped into the floorboards.

“NOOO!!!”

She tore into them, as something on her chest burst free from it’s hiding and shined brightly around her.

A dark aura rose.

She had failed her purpose…

She was created to protect humanity…

She had failed.

“We can’t actually play with her, Ember.”

Her eyes jutted open, having not realized what she had done.

“We never will.”

She had taken down the whole building. Shredding the beds, ripping the burning roof and ceiling down.

She cried and cried… staring up at the smoky sky, grey as her fur…

Then, she felt something like a ‘tink!’ hit the ground hard and roll towards her feet.

With her horror-stricken eyes, she slowly gestured her head down to it.

Her eyes flinched in a sharpened focus at the words inscribed on the smoke-grenade.

G.U.N

***

“I’ll kill them.”

She huffed, leaning a bruised arm against a nearby tree, and looking out at the G.U.N headquarters.

“I’ll… urk… make them pay.”

She was tried, weary, and but her silliness never stopped coming. She leaned her head back, “Then I’ll buy ice cream~” she laughed, in a maniacal, broken-spirited way before collapsing to the ground.

“50 years… and you’d think Gerald would have considered putting some healing properties into me too.” She struggled, but quickly lifted herself back up again.

She hadn’t eaten in days.

***

“Sir! There’s been a disturbance in sector B!”

“What in blue blazes is going on here!?”

“General it’s… it’s a girl!”

“A girl!? What the devil… Someone’s Ex?”

“Sir… she’s…”

The Solder froze at the monitors, shaking as his mouth and knees wouldn’t move any further.

“…Crazy Ex?”

The general looked old, his short white beard lifted to the side as did his confusion.

“Give it here!”

He shoved the boy aside and then gawked at the image.

Blurred and with a lot of static, you could make out the tail and ears of a figure moving quickly and jumping around the scene, attacking and knocking men and robots alike down with a single strike.

“…She’s fast!”

“No… teleporting.”

“What?”

The General quickly walked down the stairs of his upper division computer-room, pointing and shouting at people in various desks below them. “Get me a Chaos reading on that girl. I want to know what this thing wants. What’s her power level? Do we have Rouge on standby?”

“Sir! Rouge is currently on route to cracking Project Inferno.” A woman stood perfectly straight, having a head-mic that spiraled in a cord around her neck before curving upon her cheek.

He grabbed his hand and threw it against the railing, leaning on it.

Then… slowly, in his moment of feeling trapped… he turned around. “… Put her image on the big screen.”

The soldier looked to his commanding officer, who nodded. He wearily, with sweat dripping down the side of his forehead and cheek, flicked the switch and hit a button.

Ember’s face came in on a close-up, her teeth rearing open to chomp down on a robot, shaking the disk-like gun from it’s small pole and shaking it till it ripped free.

“…More like a monster than little girl.” The General scoffed… before putting his hat back on, and adjusting it.

“…Bring out…”

“Project Shadow.”

(My thoughts: While writing this first chapter I wanted to get the information the reader needed as soon as possible. When going back for edits, I’d like to organize it to be more compelling, but with so much data on her, I wanted to make sure the essential of ‘need to know’ basis was there. I’ll include more based on the Patron’s wishes, but for now, I really wanted to show Ember as loving, conflicted, protective, wild, and still a goofball as her description made me believe she is. I included some minor details about powers, but I want to expand upon them on the following pages. This is simply my first few chapters in introduction before moving on to ‘rising action’ where she will be reunited with Shadow, who won’t remember her until she triggers a memory, which is part of her job/task. I wanted to stay true to her, but leave her as a mystery the audience still wants to figure out, and learn more about. This was the ‘interest’ and ‘hook’ of the story, something I hope to go back and work with if the Patron has any further comments for. : ) Overall, I deeply enjoyed my first attempt at writing for Ember the Immortal Wolf, and hope many others will enjoy her story as I continue writing it!)

The Ashes of Embers

Ember teleported, feeling the radiating warmth of the lost Chaos Emerald Gerald Robotnik stole from Angel Island long ago…

It was imbedded deep in her chest, peeking out on occasion, though she never fully knew the extent of its power.

During times of hardship, she’d sometimes blackout and awake to see her glowing… but what did it mean?

Chaos Emeralds weren’t common knowledge, even to Gerald.

Ember simply tried to harness or ignore it, worried it may control her more than she let on.

She knocked out more robots and security cameras, before the whole sector started shutting down.

She looked around her, her eyes shifting as the lights cut off and large, metallic doors slammed in her wake.

“…So, we’re playing hide and seek in the dark, eh?” She smiled, but a small bit of sweat trinkled down her spine.

What were they playing at?

She couldn’t trust them. She couldn’t even trust the dark. They would play dirty… they always did.

Suddenly, a green glow shined through in lines above the ceiling, and she cautiously looked up, before jumping back in fright.

“Ah!” she put her hands up over the front of her head, trying to defend herself if something should jump down from the air-conditioning units above.

The barred lining above did get dented and hit, before crashing down, along with some ceiling debris, as a figure leaped down and threw out his arm in the dusty green light.

“Chaos Spear!”

“W-woah!”

Instinctively, she raced on all fours away from the explosion, only seeing the shadows of the spears and carefully tumbling into the side of the adjacent wall to avoid injury.

“Offph!” she landed upside, her butt crashing against the wall and taking most of the damage. “Yyyyyeeee-ooooww…” she groaned in some pain, her eye twitching a bit as she turned herself over on the ground.

Getting to her knees, she heard a gun cock, and frightfully looked up with eyes shrinking in terror.

She saw the dust settle… as the front of the gun pierced her vision and hovered steadily in front of her face.

“Don’t move.”

She obeyed, but her eyes couldn’t help and wander up to the figure as the green light still beamed a beautiful aura around him.

She suddenly recognized the red stripes… the hedgehog quills… the serious frown.

“…Shadow?”

She couldn’t believe her eyes!

He raised an eyebrow to her.

“Shadow! It’s me..! It’s-!”

She moved to her legs.

Then a gunshot.

Her vision went blurry as something warm and wet traveled down her leg…

***

“Ember, come with me!”

“But, Doctor, what about Mari-!”

“Shadow’s taking care of her, you must be preserved! For his and her sake!”

The two traveled desperately down a long corridor, on the opposite wing of what they feared were the other G.U.N solders hunting down Shadow and chasing Maria.

Ember would have never guessed the sound of the gunshot, nor the escape pod was only holding one experiment… and not another human life.

“Doctor…” she saw him panting, and realized he wasn’t going to make it.

She tried to take the initiative, gripping his hand tighter that was holding hers and racing ahead of him. “Come on!”

He looked to her in amazement.

“Why… why are you so determined to..?”

An explosion happened by the right side of their faces, and the Doctor was having a hard time stabilizing himself.

“We have to keep moving!” Ember encouraged, her heart full as she dared not turn around to see him suffering to run any longer.

When just in front of the escape chamber, Gerald collapsed, holding his side.

She spun around and gripped his arm with both her hands this time, being careful to not dig her claws into his fragile, old skin.

“Gerald, please!”

“…Gerald?” He looked up at her, “My dear girl…”

Her eyes began to water.

“You’ve always known… you can call me… Grandpa.”

Her eyes widened.

She thought only Maria could address him as true family.

He always seemed so strict…

She started sniffling as her nose became filled with her emotion as well, and in her embarrassment, she shook her head and tears flew everywhere as she cried out.

“Don’t leave me behind!”

“My creation… how beautiful you’ve grown… but I’m afraid it’s me you’ll be leaving behind.”

Another explosion, and this time, they were both thrown against the wall. Pieces of the ARK crash against them, and when Ember came too, footsteps were already approaching.

“Doc… Granpa…”

She wearily summoned the last of her strength, pushing the metallic pieces off of her and digging ferociously through the pile of debris.

“GRANDPA!!!”

When she found his face, her eyes shone with gratitude for seeing him still alive.

“Grandpa…”

“Y-you must go…”

She clenched her teeth. That shine fading.

She looped an arm over her shoulder and hoisted him up, carrying him fully over her shoulders and racing into the room.

“Coordinates…” she stated.

He didn’t respond, just looking at her blankly…

“Coordinates!” she turned more fiercely to his face, demanding he let her save him.

“… 0.003. 27. The planet Earth.”

She typed such things in, and it looked like a speed-dial for earth.

“…You’ll be safe there?”

“…”

He looked down.

“Gerald?”

She looked worriedly up at him, before shaking her head.

“I mean..! …Grandpa.”

“…Hurh..”

He moved himself up, and she lightly set him down, allowing him to lean on the console.

He rested a hand by his chest, and the other… tenderly upon her cheek.

“If only I had the chance to tell you this…with Shadow by your side, so that he may too know how I truly feel.”

“…W-… what are you saying?”

“Open the door!”

Ember gasped, flinging her tail back as she turned around, squatting on her knees before racing forward to grip a large, angular and pillared machine all the way around.

She grunted, squirmed, but her super strength came into play and she hoisted it up from it’s controls, which sparked around as she threw it at the door, causing a barricade.

“That won’t last long…” she feared, speaking out loud, and racing back to Robotnik.

“We have to put you in the escape pod!” she reached her arms out. “Please!”

“…If only Shadow was here…” His sorrowful voice pierced her fragile heart, and she felt the insult of a thousand needles upon a thousand swords rip into her being.

“…Why… Am I not good enough?” Her hands balled into fist, shaking…

She lowered her head, “Why did Maria always favor Shadow?... cause he could hold her? And I could hurt her?” she looked at her clawed-hands. “Why… why did you make me in the image of a monster!?” she started to cry, before Gerald lifted his hands to her face.

“My dear… I created you to scare away the evil of humanity… you’re more beautiful now than I could have ever imagined your design to take form in.”

She slowly opened her shaking eyes, “Grandpa…”

“We’re moving in! All units standby!”

The door was being budged open by powerful hits, freaking Ember out as she turned around, but Gerald moved forward, pushing her back little by little while he moved on his knees.

“You’re all humanity has left in this time of cruelty and panic. Find Shadow. Protect Maria and all humanity. Don’t let my research die in vain. And with all the love of a father… know that I created you and Shadow with the intent to serve and provide humanity a service for the future! You are its last hope! Do this for me..! Do not fail me! Do not fail Maria!”

Her eyes widened, “Granpa…” he shoved her into the escape pod, and pulled down the lever.

“Heh…” he smirked.

“I..! I love y-!”

The pod dropped, as Ember watched the men storm the room with explosives and gunfire. “Drop to your knees-!”

***

“It was over instantly.”

“That’s our Shadow!”

Ember slowly rotated her head, realizing her since of gravity was off, and looked at her restrains on a tilted countertop.

“W-…Where the heck am I?!”

“Silence.”

Her ears recognized the familiar sound and turned to Shadow. Her eyes trembled with joy. “Shadow!”

He looked at her… but there wasn’t anything in his expression that showed the same familiarity.

“Shadow?” She became confused, had they brainwashed him?

“State your purpose.” A man approached her.

She growled, her tail flicking around in annoyance. “To seek revenge for all those innocent children and families you slaughtered to cover up the ARK incident 50 years ago!”

Shadow’s eyes widened, as he unfolded his arms to grip his head.

He seemed in his own world, trembling slightly as he seemed to have a triggered headache.

“Impossible! How can you say such a thing!?”

“As if you don’t know!” She spat out, hitting a guy in the eye.

“My eye!” he screamed and raced out the window.

“Someone get that sergeant a napkin and a new pair of privates, private.”

“I know what I saw…”

She snarled down, glaring at the man speaking.

“You wimps can’t even admit your wrongs!!!”

She struggled from her binds, “RAhhh…!”

“Secure her soldier!”

“Touch me and I’ll rip your arm off with one fell bite!”

The soldier stepped back as she clamped her mouth down with a nip his way.

“Shadow, teach our ‘guest’ some manners.” The man folded his arms.

“…Shadow?”

He didn’t look at him.

“…Shadow! For pete’s sake!”

“…No.”

Shadow rose his head up, fire in his eyes.

“For Maria’s sake…”

“What?”

Shadow pulled up the gun.

“What on earth are you doing!?”

The men stepped back, all aiming their weapons to Shadow.

“What on earth indeed.”

He smirked and aimed up.

He shot a sprinkler-system, causing the rest to go off and then started fighting the men in the room.

They tried to fire, but the water made their gunpowder moist, leaving the guns useless.

“Darn!” the general cried out, before being knocked down.

Shadow turned to Ember.

She held her breath a second, before waving her tail out as if saying ‘Hello, remember me?’ as he raised his arm across his chest.

“Chaos…”

She started panicking, humorously wiggling and shaking in her now cold restraints.

“Spear!”

He shot out some spears that cut her restrains clear-clean off her skins, and she happily leaped down from the counter.

“You do remember me-!”

She went to hug him, but he slammed a hand in her face, and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her out as he blasted the door down.

“Nooope. I think you don’t.”

She blinked her eyes in silly understanding then.

Maybe he had brain damage?

But with his fast recovery…

She then looked to her side, and realized her injury had been patched up and healed as well.

“Phew…”

She was glad something was done to it before it got infected and polluted her recovery.

“Stop them!”

Shadow raised up the Chaos Emerald, as she noticed it was similar to hers…

There was a huge missile that blasted through the water at them.

“Hang on!” Ember, even stationed on his shoulder, still summoned a bubbled-shield around her and Shadow, her emerald glowing from her concealed chest, and guarded them against the blast.

He looked over to her, “…Hmph.” Then away.

“Ah, don’t tell you weren’t impressed.” She looked cockily over to him, waiting for him to thank her, but it never came.

“Woah! Is it possible you got even more serious with dementia?”

“Chaos Control!” Shadow teleported them away, as G.U.N soldiers blocked their every move.

“Dang it!” The general raced out, holding his disabled gun. “She had to mention Code Blue!”

***

(Author’s note: Although this second chapter carries the amount paid for, I decided to give the Patron more for her money. Enjoy! :D I also really liked giving her a silly side, along with an interesting and compelling backstory!)

Shadow dropped Ember down roughly to the ground, and walked towards a tree upon a hill, before turning back to her, the wind rapidly pressing against the two of them.

His quills moved swiftly in the wind, but his face remained stationary.

“Who are you? And how do you know about ARK?”

Ember rubbed her head, “Ouch… can’t you be easier on me? I’m your sister after all.” She sighed, dropping her head. “You always did play rough.”

“Sister? No such thing.” He raised an eyebrow, before turning fully to face her. “Speak up… I have no time for-“

“As far as I’m concerned, you have time to bake as many cakes as you want and eat them all on different days too.”

He seemed confused, unsure of her riddle, as she waited to see if he would laugh, but then knew he never would.

She got up, holding out her hands. “My name is Ember. I was created with you. To be a aid for you and protect humanity. I’ve failed protecting humanity… but maybe I can still help you.”

She then walked forward, cautiously as he seemed to be looking for any sign of lies.

“It’s hard for me to trust people… I’m sure, with whatever you went through, it’s just as hard. Tell me what happened to you and Maria, and I’ll relay everything.”

His eyes looked down, a deep painful sorrow before back up at her, “...What do you mean… relay?”

“Heh.” She smiled, “The word you should get hooked on is… everything. Thus, why I emphasized it.” She joked a little, before straightened up and stretching a bit. “Alright, alright. Here goes nothing.”

She leaned forward, hands on her hips, looking him straight in the eye as she tipped her boots up slightly, trying to look cute and sister-like. “I have a perfect memory. I can remember everything I’ve ever seen. The joy outweighs the sorrow, the anger… but family triumphant over all my memories… no matter what they are. Or how tragic they appear.”

She took a deep breath, leaning up. “Shadow The Hedgehog.” She out stretched her hand to him again.

There was a long pause…

“I’m your family.”

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btsjfans · 7 years

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Our Song pt 3

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Jungkook x Reader, fluff/smut

Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets

You text Mark the next morning, telling him about Jungkook’s invitation.

“I’ll wait with you after school and ride my bike behind the car just in case anything happens, I’ve got you” He’d said. You loved how protective Mark was, but you almost didn’t want him riding after the car, not after the moment you two had yesterday. Mark probably thinks that you don’t want Jungkook, that Jungkook was pressuring you into that kiss. You did’t know you wanted him until you stared into his dark eyes, until his breath was hot on your lips, until the words of his song echoed in your head. Yeah, you had your second thoughts. What if he really was just trying to get you in bed? What if he lied about being with those girls? But still, those words he said echoed in your head, ‘I..I just have always felt something towards you. I don’t know I can’t explain it. Like whenever I saw you pass I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Whenever I saw your smile, it like haunted me. Inspired me even. And when you heard me playing, I just felt like it was fate that you found me, and like I couldn’t pass it up, ya know?’ He seemed so sincere, but then again all the good players seem that way.

Jungkook

I wake up ti the sound of a crash downstairs, and I grin knowing Namjoon probably didn’t see the coffee table and tripped over it again. I love hearing the house alive like this. Falling asleep to the sound of laughter downstairs, making dinner with Yoongi and Hoseok, watching the game with them. I love the life of it all. Though they’re a year older than me, and Yoongi’s friends, I still feel a connection to them. They just get me.

As I get ready, I smile at myself, imagining you, imagining me. I think back to our almost kiss, and the look in her eyes. We’re going somewhere. Maybe Mark isn’t all that. Maybe I will get the girl, and get my happy ending.

You rode the bus, texting Jisoo, Lisa, and Mark the whole ride, thoughts of Jungkook cluttering your brain. You hadn’t yet told your friends about your almost kiss, and Mark certainly didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to talk about it until you were sure of where you two were going with this. You bit your lip and grinned, thinking of your drive with him tonight. As you got off the bus and walked into the school, you felt an arm around your shoulder, and another arm link with yours, and you look up in confusion, meeting eyes with Bambam and Taehyung. You groan internally, and feel your heart sink.

“Hi?” You look around as the boys walk you down the hallway.

“Y/n, how are you this fine day?” Bambam grins, cheesing at a teacher as you pass.

“I’m fine..what’s this about?” You glance at Taehyung who’s grown quiet, checking his phone.

“We wanted to have a little chat about Kookie,” Bambam smiles and stops you guys leaning you against the locker and putting one arm on the locker, his hand next to your head, pinning you in with Taehyung on the other side closing you inside. They’d successfully walked you all the way to the detention hall, where hardly anybody came unless their locker was down here. Lucky for you, Mark’s locker was here, so he should be coming shortly.

“What about him?” You cock your eyebrow, and cross your arms trying to look bored and not creeped out.

“You better be good to him, he doesn’t often go for girls...like you. So be grateful.” Taehyung smirks, his dark eyes laughing tauntingly. You open your mouth to speak, but Bambam cuts you off.

“Jungkook is a great guy, okay? And you’re pretty freaking lucky he decided he wants you. I don’t know what triggered this, or why, but you should bask in every second of it, because I know girls who would kill to be in your place. So don’t screw it up.” Bambam’s eyes narrow, and you wonder why they're so protective of him, and adamant that you be good to him.

“Yeah, just screw him,” Taehyung snickers and Bambam cackles.

“Listen, I don’t know why you two are so weird about this, because it certainly isn’t your business, but-”

“Y/n..?” Mark’s voice echoes down the nearly empty hallway and you stick your tongue out at Bambam who growls a little in his throat, stepping back.

“Bye Marky,” Taehyung sings and Bambam waves tauntingly as they saunter off. You crash into Marks arms as he hugs you, stroking your hair, before stepping to his locker.

“What was that about?” Mark eyes you as he unlocks it.

“I don’t know, they just like came to me. They’re weirdly protective of Jungkook, they’re all like, ‘you better be grateful, and you better be good to him’ and I have no clue why, since yesterday they were teasing us so hard.” You watch as Mark’s eyes darken briefly as he pulls out a binder into his backpack. “Weird.” Is all he says, before the two of you walk off down the hall to meet the others.

As you two approach your usual morning table, Lisa whistles and your friends laugh.

“Look at the happy couple!” Jin calls, laughing. You roll your eyes, they’d been teasing you two about being a couple for years now. Mark rolls his eyes next to you, and you share a look.

“Whatever guys,” You grin, sitting down next to Lisa who giggles elbowing you.

“So how was your date with Jeon Jungkook?” Jisoo grins slyly.

“Our drive was whatever, Mark came and picked me up halfway through it.” You examine your nails and Jin shoots a glare at Mark, confusing you.

“But he wants to go for another drive with me today so I...”Your voice trails off as Jungkook, Bambam, and Taehyung walk by, Tae and Bambam shooting you a cool glare, while Jungkook shyly smiles as he passes.

“What’s up with those two?” Jisoo wonders aloud.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing myself.” You murmur, watching the trio depart.

As the day goes on, Jungkook keeps sending you shy bunny smiles, while Tae and Bambam continually shoot you dark, cool looks. You keep asking Mark what he knows, but Mark only shrugs in response. The two of you sit behind the bleachers, waiting for lacrosse to let out. You lean against his side, and he sits with his arm around you, the two of you going back and forth in quiet conversation.

“It’s almost 5,” you sigh and he nods.

“Mark, don’t follow right after the car, just..just do what you did yesterday okay? Stay on standby just in case, but let me give him time to explain himself, yeah?” You smile a little, and Mark’s eyes darken but he nods getting up. He ruffles you hair and sends you a smile before he hops on his bike and coasts off down the sidewalk. I brush off and then walk around the bleachers, watching the boys finish up practice and jog to the locker room. I smile a little, imagining Jungkook in a towel, his wet hair flopping against his forehead...get it together Y/n. You bite back your smile and check your phone, scrolling through texts from your group chat, when you hear footsteps. You look up and see Jungkook jogging over, his t-shirt still not entirely on, he tugs it down as he jogs, but not before you see a little bit of abs. His wet hair is pressed against his forehead, and he gives you a shy bunny smile.

“You came!” He grins and pushes his hair back, and you grin a little biting your lip shyly.

“Of course I did, why wouldn't I?” You smile.

“I don’t know, some people aren’t that reliable in my life.” He smiles shyly and you frown for a second before you replace it with a smile again. You’re about to say something reassuring when you see Bambam and Taehyung walk out of the locker room.

“Uhh ready for that drive?” You smile and grab his hand pulling him towards the parking lot, and he grins at your eagerness and follows. He opens the car door for you, and closes it before walking around to his side of the car.

“Do you just want to drive around, or go to my place and talk?” He smiles at you and licks his lips. You aren’t stupid, you know what ‘going back to my place’ means, and yeah..you’d kinda like that, but you know you need to get to know him a little more. You are not going to turn into another name, another victory in bed for him.

“Sure.” You smile, promising to keep it just talking.

That promise ended up being a lie.

Jungkook

Y/n is perfect. The car ride home is filled with laughs as we play a guessing game about each other. We actually have a lot in common. And honestly, I’ve been on dates with a lot of other girls, and just this drive has been better than any of those. I feel real with Y/n. I feel like I can trust her, like I can tell her anything. I like her, a lot.

As we get closer to my house, I suddenly remember this is one of the only weeks I have where my house is full. I just pray the boys are either all asleep, or are all out. As we pull up, Yoongi’s car isn’t in the driveway, and I relax, letting out a sigh.

“Well, this is it.” I smile and get out of the car opening the door for her, and as she gets out I close it behind her. We walk in, her making me laugh. We head to the kitchen and I pop some popcorn for us, and we sit criss crossed on my couch, facing each other, popcorn between us.

“Okay your turn.” She smiles at me, and God does she know what that smile does to me? I grin and pop a piece of popped corn into my mouth and think.

“Umm...my first kiss was with Christy Baker at Bambam’s New Years Eve party in the 8th grade.” I cringe remembering it.

“CHRISTY BAKER?!” She falls back laughing and my grin widens as I watch her laugh. “She’s a drug dealer now!” She sits up and grins sighing.

“Yeah I know don’t you think I regret that?!” I laugh and run a hand through my almost dry hair. “What about you, who was your first kiss?” She pauses, smiling at the memory before sighing. “Jin, I used to have a crush on him going into freshman year and we were at a football game and I kissed him.”

“Did you two ever date?” I press, can’t helping but feel a pang of jealousy.

“No, he didn’t like me back so he just laughed it off and I acted like it didn’t happen and we didn’t talk about it.” Y/n smiles and shrugs, I can tell that’s a rough memory for her.

“Who was your last boyfriend?” I ask, changing the subject, but not really. I’m a jealous guy, what can I say.

“Ah...his name is Choi Youngjae,” She bites her lip grinning and my eyes widen and I grin too.

“YOUNGJAE AND YOU?!” It’s my turn to fall back laughing this time and she swats my leg. Youngjae and Y/n hate each other, that much I know. It’s almost comical. Even if you don’t know them that well, that much is clear. Last year they had to tag team during a game at a pep rally and they just bickered the whole time and lost by a landslide, making them bicker more, and us to laugh more. “What happened?” I sigh sitting up, grinning.

“He and I dated half of sophomore year, but I saw him doing a cocaine line at a party and I made him stop and he yelled at me for being overly protective and he was high and didn’t know what he was saying, and said some other crap, and I got mad and left, then he came to my house the next day and I wouldn’t speak to him, and then..” She giggles and groans before continuing, “The next day at school when I saw him coming I pushed Mark on a locker and made out with him in front of Youngjae who got mad, and we never spoke again.” She grins embarrassed and I let out a laugh in disbelief.

“I never would’ve seen that coming in a billion years. Wow. You’re something Y/n.” I grin, admiring her. The curve of her lips as she smiles, the curve of her body..focus Jungkook. Focus.

“What about you?” Her voice snaps me from my thoughts and I grin biting my lip knowing she won’t like the answer. “Jennie,” I squeak seeing her eyes harden.

“Her?” Y/n rolls her eyes and crosses her arms and I reach out whining, and tug on her hands until she relents and lets me hold them. “Taehyung set us up, it lasted for a month before I broke up with her. She’s a jerk and I know it. It was hell dating her. But I bet it’s heaven dating you.” I smile and her eyes widen, and her cheeks redden. She bites her lip, smiling a little. I look at her lips, and then up to her eyes again as I lean in, closing my eyes as our lips brush..

That’s when you loose control and forget your promise. As his lips meet yours in what began as a soft kiss, your hands twined into his hair, and he groans against your lips, sending a wave of warmth to your core. He pushes you back until you’re laying on your back, head propped up by the arm of the sofa, and he hovers over you, one hand at your hips, rubbing your side while the other is at your face, cupping it as he kisses you, harder and harder. You feel your sex throb as his hand which was once at your hip, wanders down your thigh, kneading and drawing little circles, as he gets closer and closer. You buck your hips up, surprising the both of you with your boldness and he smirks against your lips, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission. You happily relent, letting him in. His hand reaches your throbbing core, rubbing circles over your slit through your jeans, and you can’t help but let a groan out and his smirk grows. Your hands slide down his back and tug at his shirt, and he pulls away briefly, tossing his shirt to the side before tugging at yours as well. You blush but hold your arms up as he pulls your shirt off.

“God you’re beautiful,” He breaths, his eyes drinking you in as he comes back down, his lips crashing on yours roughly. One hand back at your core, and the other slipping up to your bra, tracing around it, easing his way around your breasts, trying to satisfy you both but wanting to go slow. You can feel his growing bulge against your hips and you slide a hand down, rubbing against him and he moans out. “God Y/n, God,” He whispers against your lips and grinds against your hips, sending a wave of excitement and bliss through your body. He grinds against you and deepens the kiss, before breaking away and peppering kisses all over your jaw and neck, before stopping at your collarbone and nipping a little, making you whimper. “Can I?” He breaths, his breath hot against your skin. You nod, loosing a hand in his hair while the other roams his back, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he nips and kisses, marking you as his. His grinding intensifies, and his breaths get shakier and heavier as you whimper and moan at his touch.

“Need help with that?” You smile a little, your voice soft and breathy and he smiles against your collarbone and looks up at you through his lashes.

“Really?” He asks softly, in a husky voice. You nod and he scoots back from his place over you and now you take charge. You’ve never been super dominant, or rather you’ve never gone this far with somebody to the point where you had the option to be dominant, but you liked the look in his eyes when you offered to make this move. You sat up, pushing him on his back, and he grins, watching you and biting his lip, his eyes roaming from your cleavage to your eyes. You unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them, tugging them off, wishing you were more experienced so you could make this sexier, and you can’t help but widen your eyes at the bulge. You were a virgin, in every sense of the word. You’d kissed, and you’d been grinded on, but you’d never had oral sex, or actual sex. Jungkook seemed relaxed with the situation, and you wanted to make him happy. He’d probably had dozens of girls blow him, and you suddenly were nervous you’d be a bore. He reached out, his hand cupping your face and thumb stroking your jaw, calming you. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared..I’m fine with just kissing..” He murmured, and though his touch and words brought you relief, they also brought you determination.

“No, I want to. Tell me what to do..” You said, bold and proud.

“Wait, before we do this I’m pretty sure we use a condom for oral,” He leaned up kissing your lips softly, before running to an adjoining room and running back in with a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper to the side. You take in the sight of him standing before you, in grey Calvin’s, his muscles in his torso and back rippling. His hair messy from your touch, his cheeks pink. You figured this must be his first time too, considering he said he was ‘pretty sure’ about the condom thing. He was right and you felt stupid for not thinking of that, but you felt proud that you were his first blowjob, and he was yours too. He slid back onto the couch, you back hovering over his crotch, between his legs. You pulled at his grey underwear, nervous but excited. His cock sprung free, surprising you as erect as it was. It was thick and long, with a vein running down the side. You tugged his underwear all the way off and tossed it aside, biting your lip and feeling yourself get wet at the sight. You rolled the condom on, your hand lingering before going up and down, squeezing gently. He groaned, biting his lips squirming a little, and you decided you let your time reading tumblr smut about boybands lead the way. You press your lips to his base, your hands sliding up his bare thighs before massaging his balls. You kiss the tip lightly, and gingerly take him into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip and he whimpers, his hands gripping the couch, digging in. “And you needed me to tell you what to do?” He laughs softly, but his laugh gets cut off by another groan as you slide down his throbbing, hard member. You only go halfway but your hands pick up where your mouth left off. You go slowly, repeating the same rhythm of going up and down, tongue swirling. Within a minute or two his whimpers get more consistent and his hands dig into your hair. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m gonna- oh god, ohgodohgoooooooddd,” He groans squeezing his eyes shut, reaching his climax, before he sighs, catching his breath and keeping his eyes shut. You smile, proud of yourself. You crawl up next to him and he scoots over, pulling you against his side, your head on his bare chest. He rubs your bare back, kissing your head softly. “Y/n, I know it’s probably a dumb question, but can you be my girlfriend?” He smiles shyly against your hair and you laugh a little and nod. “I’d love that.” You say softly, one hand on his chest. You tilt your head up to look at him, and he tilts his head down to look at you, and you both grin. He wraps his arms around you tighter, squeezing you against him. You started to feel self conscious about yourself, but his kisses and the blowjob made you forget all about that. Now, you felt comfortable as ever, laying shirtless next to him, your cleavage against his side, his hand rubbing your back lightly. The two of you lay together in happy, serene silence for a while, before you hear a car door shut outside.“Shit they’re home,” Jungkook sits up, startling you. You roll off the couch searching for your shirt which is mysteriously gone.

“Dammit Jungkook where’d you throw my shirt?!” You start to panic, hearing multiple boy’s voices outside.

“I don’t know! Just go upstairs and take one of mine! My room is the one with the door open!” Jungkook has his shirt on backwards, and he falls down as he frantically hops on one leg pulling his pants on. “Agh the condom!” He sees it lying on the floor next to where he lays, and you groan running upstairs to grab a shirt. He owns like a thousand white shirts and you laugh a little hearing him run around downstairs. You grab the smallest looking one and pull it on, tucking it into your jeans hoping you just look vintage and hipster and cute. You take a once over of his room. It’s pretty big for just a bedroom, with a king sized bed with grey covers and several fluffy pillows, dark blue walls, several floor lamps, a huge window with a build in window seat with grey cushions, a dresser, a desk, a flatscreen tv, a mini fridge, and a connecting private bathroom. The boy could pretty much live up here if he wanted. You hear Jungkook running again and grin jogging down the steps, running into him. “I threw the condom away, I don’t know where your shirt is but I’ll get it to you tomorrow. This is my brother Yoongi and his friends. Stay calm.” He breaths, catching his breath. You see your reflection in a mirror on a wall, you’re both out of breath, cheeks pink, hair messed up, Jungkook with his shirt on backwards, and you with one of his shirts on. His brothers will definitely be able to tell what happened. Jungkook pulls you over to the counter, sitting you in a barstool, and he runs grabbing the popcorn you two abandoned earlier and sets it on the countertop, sitting next to you, taking a handful and shoving it into his mouth, making you laugh as he stares at you with wide eyes. The front door opens, and 4 boys enter, their conversation halting as they see you.

“Jungkook, who’s your friend?” A tall one with dark black hair smiles brightly at you, reminding you of a sunshine.

“Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, this is Y/n my girlfriend.” He mumbles through a mouthful of popcorn and you smile, waving awkwardly.

“Hi,” You say, and not knowing what else to do eat some popcorn. Yoongi’s eyes fall on the shirt you’re wearing and his shirt and he bites back a grin, exchanging a look with the other boys.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yoongi, Jungkook’s brother.” He has dark hair and a cold demeanor which warmed as he entered the room. The boys talked with you, getting to know you and easing the tension, relaxing you. Jungkook seemed more at ease. They also brought pizza, and happily let you share. You stayed for another hour and a half before Jungkook took you home. You said bye to the boys, who seemed disappointed at your departure.

As you two drove home, Jungkook rested his hand on your thigh, tracing designs on your leg, and sending chills up your spine. You couldn’t fight the smile that crept onto your face. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the car seat. You could get used to driving around in a convertible with Jungkook. The night air chilly and brisk against your face, Jungkook’s hand hot against your leg, and the company you were with was perfect.

“Y/n, we’re here,” Jungkook said, his voice smooth. You sighed, not wanting tonight to end. He opened the car door for you, and you sighed getting out. He smiled, putting his hands on your hips, pulling you close, and you pressed your hands against his chest, smiling at him.

“Tonight was great Y/n, can we do this every day?” He smiled and you giggled, and his eyes widen. “Not the blow job part, though I wouldn’t mind, “ His smile widens. “I mean, you and I take a drive and then hang out. Wherever doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you.” Your smile grows and your heart flutters and you nod, leaning up and kissing him lightly. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” He smiles and nods, walking you to the doorstep. As you open the door he gasps remembering something, and startles you. “Want me to drive you to school? I know you ride the bus.” He looks at his feet sheepishly. You grin and nod, stepping out and kissing his cheek.

“Text me when you’re on your way tomorrow. Goodnight.” You smile and close the door, giggling.

Jungkook

I drove home, grinning the whole way. The girl of my dreams likes me back! We’re a thing!! I step inside, not remembering the panicked hustle we made as the boys got home. “Care to explain this?” Yoongi holds up Y/n’s shirt and I freeze. “Are backwards shirts a new fad?” Jimin grins and I look down at my shirt. “And I don’t remember throwing this away, do you guys?” Namjoon holds up the condom wrapper. “I’m really tired I think I’m gonna take a shower,” I snatch Y/n’s shirt and run upstairs, hearing Hoseok’s laugh ring out, as the boys call after me, teasing me. I grin and close my door, holding Y/n’s shirt to my chest and close my eyes, breathing in her smell one more time. Tonight was my favorite night of all time.

Mark

I watched Jungkook pull up to her house. I watched them get out. I watched them kiss. And then I watched as my heart broke, and tears fell.

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Hey, kids! Can you figure out what’s wrong with my desktop?

I have some bad news: that Sonic Mania video review I’ve been working on for like, a month? It’s postponed. Maybe indefinitely. Well, not indefinitely, that’s dramatic, but the long story short is that my desktop may be dying or dead and I’m a little lost as to what to do. It’s a long story, and kind of boring, so you’ll have to click through to read the full post:

9/29/2017: I hook my computer tower up in the spare bedroom at my brother’s place where I’m living until we can move in to our new apartment. It has been shipped from Colorado to Nevada in a moving trailer with as much padding as I could find. It probably still wasn’t enough. The system boots up fine, but very slowly, and software (especially games) stutters. I shut it down and touch a few connections inside the system, making sure the RAM, graphics card, and HDD connectors are firm. It’s not very thorough as far as checks go, but I start the system back up anyway. Stuttering is still there. The system doesn’t have internet yet, because even though I bought a $15 TP-Link USB Wifi adapter back in February or March in anticipation of this moment, I absentmindedly left it in storage. Storage doesn’t have lighting inside of the units, so finding the Wifi adapter will have to wait until the sun comes back out. I think maybe the stuttering will go away once I connect it to the internet, since some games act funny when they can’t connect to the web.

9/30/2017: With the TP-Link USB Wifi adapter installed, the system updates everything but the stuttering problem persists. Friends urge me to open the system and do a full check of all the connections. Some suggest taking everything out and reconnecting it. I don’t do that, but I do find that the CPU cooler is loose and that the backplate on my 1060 is also loose (this is me pushing down on the metal plate, which has separated from the 1060′s chassis a little bit, allowing the loose screws to raise up). I take the 1060 out and gently tighten all the screws so the backplate doesn’t shift around anymore, and I manage to snap 3 out of 4 of the CPU cooler pins back in to place (it’s one of those generic, stock Intel coolers). The 4th one kind of snaps in, but it’s a little mushy and these coolers are fragile so I figure it’s good enough. Amazingly enough, the computer starts up much faster and all stuttering in games is gone.

10/1/2017: A new problem has emerged: when the system sits overnight without being turned on, on first boot it will show the BIOS logo, POST, and then instead of loading Windows, it gets stuck on a black screen. While on this black screen, if I hit the reset button, the system boots normally. One friend suggests a power supply issue. I contact EVGA, my PSU manufacturer, who claim to have a 10 year warranty. EVGA says that doesn’t sound like a power supply issue to them, and we start talking about what it could be.

10/2/2017: I have this strange paranoia about the power cable I’m using for the tower and whether or not the surge protector is too old. I grabbed a newer surge protector from storage thinking that may also fix the stuttering problem, but since it didn’t fix that nor the black screen problem, I plug the computer directly in to the wall outlet and joke to myself, “hopefully this isn’t a bad idea.” Is it a bad idea? I can’t quite remember.

10/3/2017: Out of options, EVGA suggests I just disassemble the entire PC besides the the CPU and see if the black screen happens. If it doesn’t, reconnect the entire computer component-by-component until it happens. Then, simply replace that component. That sounds like a lot of work, and given how small this spare bedroom is, I don’t have a lot of room for that kind of stuff. I’ll have to psyche myself up for it.

10/4/2017: Suddenly I realize: the first time the system started up, it didn’t have the black screen problem. It was only after I connected the TP-Link USB Wifi adapter. I pull it out of the system before I start it up, and sure enough, it boots straight in to Windows. A quick Google search reveals others, with nearly identical models of TP-Link adapters, suffering the EXACT same problem. It’s a long standing hardware conflict with a Windows 10 USB 3.0 Controller and TP-Link devices that neither are interested in fixing (and at least for some, seems to cause a variety of USB problems until they got rid of the device). This guy says his TP-Link device actually damaged a USB 3.0 port of his because of this problem. A friend suggests an internal PCIe Wifi card. It’s $60, which is a lot for someone who is still technically homeless, but you get what you pay for, and last time I cheaped out with the TP-Link adapter, it bit me in the butt -- so I go for it.

10/7/2017: The ASUS PCIe Wifi card arrives, I put it in, and it works with zero problems. The day is saved. Or is it?

10/11/2017 (12:45am): Around midnight I go to the bathroom and return to find my TV is turned off. My computer monitor is too big to use with my tower in this tiny room, so I have it connected to a TV. Same size, but the base is smaller, so it fits on this table easier. What this means is that when my desktop tells my TV to enter standby mode due to inactivity, the TV just reports “No Signal” and turns off after 30 seconds. Absentmindedly, I move the mouse but forget to to turn the TV on at first, and by the time I get the TV on and it stops showing the Vizio logo, the computer is already mid-reboot for some reason. Seems like coming out of standby with no display may have crashed the video card. Surely it’ll come right back on.

1:05am: Windows has been stuck on a loading spinner for close to 20 minutes. I’m getting worried and looking up stories from people who left their system sit on this same spinner for hours, even days, with no progress. The HDD activity light hasn’t blinked in a while. The system is just sitting there. Some solutions say to just shut it off and try again. So, I throw caution in to the wind and go for it.

1:15am: It takes at least another five minutes of loading spinners, but the system finally boots. Seems like Windows may have rolled back to a restore point as some icons have been moved around on the desktop to old positions, but not everything was rolled back (the event viewer makes no note of this). Not only that, but my ASUS PCIe Wifi Card is gone. Windows is complaining about there being no ethernet connection, which it shouldn’t be doing. Checking the device manager, the ASUS wifi card is there, but it’s saying there “aren’t enough free resources” for it to function. Code 12. A Google search on my tablet says this means it’s run out of IRQ slots. What? It wants me to disable other devices on my system to make room. Does that mean something with my Elgato or the 1060 is broken? Given this was apparently a video error, I’d say the 1060. The day before, GeForce Experience had notified me of new drivers and I ignored it because I was in the middle of something. Maybe I stumbled upon an IRQ bug they patched?

1:35am: I uninstall, reinstall, disable, and renable the PCIe wifi card repeatedly. I get out the CDROM that came with the PCIe card and install the “official” ASUS drivers instead of whatever Windows thinks it needs (Windows says it’s a Broadcom device; it’s not). Nothing changes: every time I reboot, it’ll say wifi connections are available, but when I connect, I get wifi for a split second and then the device disappears and stops functioning. I’m considering downloading clean Nvidia drivers on a USB stick using my laptop to see what that does.

1:50am: I’ve run the Windows Hardware Troubleshooter. It states the obvious: hey, your wifi card’s not working. It claims to do some magic behind the scenes but nothing works. The problem evolves and the Hardware Troubleshooter next says the wifi card’s drivers might be faulty, even though five minutes ago they were fine. Look, all I need is those Nvidia drivers. I plug in the TP-Link USB Wifi adapter, knowing that’ll give me internet long enough to download the driver update. This was a bad idea -- I’d uninstalled the device completely, and I think it needed the drivers disc before you plugged it in to the USB port. Windows seems to summon drivers from somewhere, for something, and instantly the whole system is brought to its knees and eventually BSODs with a DPC_WATCHDOG_VIOLATION. This essentially means that a piece of software caused an extreme memory leak (or something similar) and this is Windows catching it before it could cause real data corruption from an overflow or something.

2:13am: The system boots up after the DPC_WATCHDOG_VIOLATION blue screen and I load up Display Driver Uninstaller (DDU), ready to, at the very least, clear out what is probably just a bad Nvidia driver. DDU says I should run it in Safe Mode, and I idly wonder if maybe I can just turn my antivirus off. I disable Malwarebytes, and for some reason pop in to the Device Manager to have one last look to see if the Wifi Card is still broken. Instead of being broken, it’s merely disabled. That’s... new. I re-enable it and suddenly Wifi just... works. I have full internet again. It’s like nothing was wrong. What? I didn’t actually fix anything. Why is it working now? Maybe it was me turning off Malwarebytes? Was it conflicting with Windows Defender? (for the record, I’d had Malwarebytes installed for a while but all of its real-time protections were turned off -- until the night before, where it updated to a free trial of the premium version and turned all the real-time protections on). Just to make sure no conflicts happen in the future, I uninstall Malwarebytes.

2:41am: Sure enough, I tell the Nvidia Tray Icon to update my 1060′s drivers and an entry appears in the Event Viewer saying the GeForce Experience is either missing or corrupt (The GeForce Experience handles driver installation and other things like video recording, etc.) The tray icon downloads and installs a fresh copy of the GeForce Experience to replace the corrupted stuff.

2:54am: Wifi disappears again. Same problem: there aren’t enough IRQ slots. When the GeForce Experience reinstalled and updated the drivers, the Nvidia Tray Icon went away and never came back. Maybe something’s still corrupted in there. I boot in to safe mode and use DDU to clean out the all traces of the Nvidia driver.

3:02am: When I restart with no graphics drivers, wifi is instantly working again. This looks promising. Fresh install of the drivers and everything’s looking like it’s back to normal.

3:40am: Wifi goes out yet again, because once again, it’s run out of IRQ slots. What do I gotta do to make sure this stays fixed? Well, since restarting last time fixed it, maybe restarting again this time will fix it.

3:45am: The system hangs on the “Restarting...” screen. Not sure what to do, I leave it there for a few minutes until eventually it cuts to a blue screen. Our old pal DPC_WATCHDOG_VIOLATION is back.

4:02am: The system seems to have steady wifi for about 30-45 minutes before it runs in to that IRQ error and dies. Now, the IRQ error precedes a guaranteed DPC_WATCHDOG_VIOLATION blue screen, usually by only a few minutes. I’ve also noticed that when the wifi runs out of IRQ slots, the ASMedia eXtensible USB 3.0 Host Controller also fails along with it (no error about system resources, it just stops working, this time with “Code 24.”).

4:45am: Something weird has started to happen. Wifi will dip out for just a second, but then come back and the system will be “fine.” It’ll still eventually BSOD with the Watchdog Violation, but it’ll keep the internet up until that moment.

5:10am: The event viewer starts spitting out weird warnings about “Reset to device, \Device\RaidPort0.” followed by messages about retrying “IO operations” on the Disk at “logical block addresses.” Checkdisk seems to not care, says all drives are healthy. Earlier in the night a friend mentioned checking out software called “WhoCrashed?” that analyzes BSOD crash dumps and can help tell you what’s going on. I have to clear some HDD space for it, but eventually it’s just a matter of time of waiting for the next BSOD. I also install a system resource monitor called WhySoSlow from the same place just to see what’s going on under the hood. At this point, it’s been over an hour, and I start to think maybe I won’t have another BSOD.

5:20am: Idly, I run a system integrity check (sfc /scannow). This scans core Windows components for errors. It says everything is fine.

5:50am: Within five or ten minutes of the integrity check finishing, “Application Responsiveness” and “Kernel Responsiveness” in WhySoSlow spike HARD out of nowhere. They go from 0ms to peaks of 200ms or more. It’s like when I plugged in the TP-Link device a few hours earlier. The system is incredibly sluggish, but the Event Viewer isn’t reporting anything out of the ordinary, the USB 3.0 controller’s still working, and so is the wifi. Even the system temperatures are normal (40C and below), so this isn’t a loose CPU cooler again. Regardless, boom: we have our Watchdog Violation BSOD to analyze.

6:08am: Windows is LETHARGIC to start up. It takes forever just to get to the desktop, and even longer to show icons. I manage to get it to load WhoCrashed and it analyzes five dumps made by Windows. Unfortunately, I can only read one and half of another. The system won’t shake this sluggishness and I know what that probably means. I snap photos of the two entries so I can look at them in detail later, with the other three impossible to read.

6:10am: Windows BSODs again with another Watchdog Violation. WhoCrashed said the Watchdog “detected a prolonged runtime at an IRQL of DISPATCH_LEVEL or above” and that this was “typical of a software driver bug” and not a hardware issue. Of the second memory dump it read, all I could make out was that the error happened in asstor64.sys -- aka the ASMedia eXtensible USB 3.0 Host Controller. I try to get Windows 10 to boot in to safe mode so I can have a look at the rest of the dump analysis, but Microsoft removed the ability to boot you system in to safe mode by holding F8. Now you have to actually get in to Windows and pick “Safe Mode” from a menu option. Hard to do that when Windows “loads normally” and eventually BSODs before you can get to the Safe Mode menu.

6:16am: Windows is still starting up INCREDIBLY slowly. I can’t even get the start menu to come up. And, before I know it, once again, boom: Watchdog Violation. They’re getting closer together.

6:20am: As Windows 10 once again lurches back to life, I try and get it to shut down, but the start menu still won’t come up. Instead I hit the power button to force a shut down, but it gets stuck on the “Shutting down...” screen for several minutes before also getting a Watchdog Violation Bluescreen. Instead, while it’s on the BIOS screen, I just power the system off entirely, frustrated.

And so here we are. I’m back on my laptop now. My incredibly slow, incredibly small laptop. I’m lucky to have it, but this thing has problems of its own I don’t want to talk about right now.

So what do we think happened? I’ve spoken to four or five friends now, and there are three running theories:

One friend says it sounds like a bad motherboard. This is the motherboard I have, and I paid $140 because I wanted something reliable. It was “Tom’s Hardware Smart Buy 2014.“ (I bought it in 2015 when it was on sale for Black Friday). Apparently ASRock Mobos have problems where if they lose power suddenly, they can develop problems, and the power apparently did go out yesterday (10/10/2017) in the morning while I was asleep. The system was off, however, but it was still connected directly to the outlet -- opening it up to power surges. Still, one would think power surge problems wouldn’t slowly get worse over time, and you’d think it’d manifest as a power supply problem first, right? Either way, I have a 10 year warranty on the EVGA PSU and even though Newegg doesn’t sell my mobo anymore, this one is nearly identical and costs $100. That’s a lot, especially after I complained about $60 for the wifi card, but it’s either that or no computer at all, period.

Other friends say to boot in to safe mode and reinstall all of my motherboard drivers. That’s an inexpensive option to be sure, but it really did seem like things were getting worse, not better. With as slow as the system was getting, it seems like hardware damage may have been done.

Related to the above, the BSOD problems didn’t start happening until I plugged in the stupid TP-LINK USB wifi adapter without reinstalling its drivers from the disc it came with. Could that be mucking up the internals? But again, if it was getting so slow, that probably at least means reinstalling Windows 10...

Or perhaps a fourth option that you out there on the internet know about...?

Anyway, this has been a hellish night, on top of a hellish week, on top of a hellish three months. Sickness and hospitals (and hospital bills) and almost not finding an apartment and now my computer progressively having a worse and worse meltdown. Any tips you out there have would be welcome.

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