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spider6oy · 4 years

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Details || JJ Maybank

summary: Y/N has a crush on JJ, but he has no idea about it. Instead of confronting him and telling him, she has to suffer and listen to him brag about his hookups/watch him flirt with random tourons until she can’t anymore and ends up distancing herself from JJ. basically this is inspired by maisie peters’ song ‘details’, so i would recommend giving that a listen whilst you read this because that song would describe this better than i can.

warnings: swearing, under-age drinking, angst (if that’s even what you can call this)

word count: 2430

“Well, well, well. . . look at what the cat dragged in.” Kiara commented as she took a sip from her bottle of beer, catching the Pogues’ attention and turning it towards the blonde fast approaching the porch.

“JJ, what was the hold up, man? Didn’t we say to meet for ten?” Pope questioned, leaning against the railing.

You watched as JJ walked up the steps of The Chateau with a smirk tugging at his lips. You couldn’t help but catch glimpses of dark red bruises that started at the top of his neck and disappeared under the collar of his shirt, his blonde hair seemed shaggier than usual – as if someone had been running their fingers through it continuously and he was wearing the exact same clothes that he had been wearing the day before.

He had hooked up.

“Yeah, sorry guys, but I got a bit held up. . . if you know what I mean?” He sent the group a suggestive look that had Pope and John B hooting and hollering, congratulating the boy, but you were far from jovial.

You had been crushing on JJ since December of last year. You had always been close with him, ever since you were kids. You, JJ, and John B had been the core-3 until Pope and Kiara had joined the Pogues. But you had always been closer to JJ. You had put it down to the fact that you practically told each other everything; dreams, nightmares, future plans, current plans. There were no secrets between you two. That’s what had made the bond between you two so strong and unbreakable. Well, that was until your heart decided to latch itself onto JJ and never let go.

Ever since you had developed your crush on JJ, a rift had erupted between the two of you and you both could tell. You hung out with each other less; JJ was either with John B or some random Touron and you were either in your room (alone) or with Kie. You talked less; you couldn’t remember a time where you hadn’t had a goodnight or good morning message from JJ. Finally, you didn’t share your secrets. But, how could you? How could you tell JJ that you had a crush on him? How could you tell the boy you had known practically your whole life that you were in love with him? You couldn’t. You had decided that from the beginning.

You had gone over this conversation so many times in your head and you always came up with the same answers. One; No Pogue on Pogue macking. Two; It could (and would) potentially ruin the friendship. And three; He probably wouldn’t feel the same – that was the deal breaker. And it didn’t matter how many times Kiara would tell you that JJ felt the same, and that you should go for it, because in your mind he could never possibly feel the same way. If he did, why would he still be sleeping with other people?

“Oh my gosh, Bro, you should have seen her though. Like, when I tell you she was into some freaky shit—I mean, she was into some freaky shit. . .” You couldn’t listen anymore.

You turn towards Kie, who was sat next to you, and it seemed she already knew what you were thinking. She gives your arm a sympathetic squeeze and tells you that she would call you tomorrow, sending you a supportive smile. You try and smile back, but you know it probably looks forced.

As you stand from the bench, all eyes seem to land on your frame.

“Hey, are you leaving? We haven’t even gone fishing yet?” John B questioned, confused.

“Yeah, you can’t leave, I haven’t even gotten to the best part!” JJ added – which made you just want to burst into flames right there on the spot.

You tried to play it cool, rolling your eyes lightly and pushing the strap of your bag higher up onto your shoulder. “And I would so love to hear that, JJ, but I just remembered that I was meant to be helping my Dad with something today, and just completely forgot. I’m really sorry guys, but I promise I’ll make up for it.” You shot them all apologetic glances and quickly made your way down the steps of The Chateau, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in your bed and cry yourself to sleep.

It was a Friday night and the Pogues were throwing a kegger. You were currently sat on a log next to Kiara, laughing at something Pope had said, and were taking large sips from your cup of beer. “Okay, okay listen. Looking back on it now, being on the math team may have put me at a disadvantage in some perspectives--”

“Some? More like all, Pope.” Kiara argued, a laugh slipping from between her lips.

“Well, what if we had to suddenly solve an algebra equation?” Pope countered, gesturing with his hands, as if they could argue for him.

“Why would we need to suddenly solve an algebra problem? When would that ever happen?” Kiara bartered back.

You couldn’t help but giggle from your perspective of the conversation. The pair seemed to be becoming more engrossed in the argument as time went on and you couldn’t help but think that maybe they would make a cute couple – if they would stop arguing for 5 seconds. You continued to drink, laugh, and basically have a good time, until JJ showed up. With a girl.

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” JJ asked as he sat down on a log opposite from you, bringing the girl down to sit on his lap. The taste of the beer in your mouth quickly began to turn sour and you suddenly had the urge to throw up.

“Hey JJ, who’s your. . . friend?” Kie questioned, subtly shifting closer towards you as a sign of comfort. Your grip on the red plastic cup tightened, almost to the point of crushing it, as you watched JJ squeeze the girls’ side – who you learnt was called Jessica.

It hurt. It hurt like hell watching as JJ acted so affectionately towards this random Touron; who he would no doubt forget about by this time tomorrow. You watched as he whispered unheard words into her ear, eliciting small giggles and flirtatious smiles from Jessica. You watched as his hand seemed to rest on the bare skin of her thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles into the skin. You watched as he stared at the girl with hunger and lust filled eyes, probably wanting nothing more than to leave the party and take her back to The Chateau. You watched every single small movement and action, feeling like your heart was tearing apart bit by bit as you continued to witness their displays of affection. All you could think about was how much you wanted to be that girl sat on JJ’s lap, wanting him to be holding you protectively and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

You finally tore your gaze away from the couple and turned towards Kie, tears already brimming in your eyes. “Hey, Kie, I gotta—I gotta go. I just. . . I can’t stay and watch, y’know?” Your voice was a whisper, but the painful tone you used was clear as day.

Kiara nodded and gave your hand a small squeeze, “Yeah, I understand Y/N. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” You sent Kiara one last pitiful smile before standing from your spot on the log.

“Wait Y/N, are you leaving already?” You stopped at the sound of JJ’s questioning tone. You nod at him, somehow not having the confidence in yourself to speak; unsure of how your voice would come out. You didn’t want to let everyone know that you were practically on the edge of a full-blown meltdown. “But the party has barely even started? You can’t be drunk already?” You roll your eyes (silently praying that a tear wouldn’t slip out) and stifle a laugh.

“Just feeling a bit off is all JJ, must have been a bad keg, or something.” You hoped that JJ didn’t notice the lie. He used to be able to tell whenever you were lying, it was easy as breathing to him. It was just another way that showed how close you two were. You couldn’t lie to each other. But recently your lies were not being questioned, instead being taken as the truth.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” You didn’t stay to wait for a response. Instead, you turned on your heel and headed for the road that lead you away from The Chateau.

You wiped the stream of tears falling down your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. You had left The Chateau about 10 minutes ago and had done nothing but cried as you continued to walk home. Your sobs and sniffles seemed to echo in the quiet night, easily alerting anyone around you that you were crying. You were hopeful that no one was around. You had to continually remind yourself that everyone was down by The Chateau, and that no one would be able to hear your cries from here.

“Y/N? Hey, Y/N!”

Scratch that, one person could hear your cries. Possibly the last person you would want to catch you crying.

At the sound of JJ’s fast approaching footsteps; you quickly wiped at your face, trying to rid yourself of all your tears (and any possible hint that you had been crying). You turned around to see him jogging the last few steps – no Jessica in sight. You wiped your nose as JJ came to stand a few feet away from you, hands instantly going into the pockets of his shorts. “Hey, what was that back there?” You shrugged your shoulders and silently fiddled with the sleeves of your shirt.

“I thought I told you? I’m just feeling a bit off.” You answered, staring at the ground in front of you.

“Yeah, ‘off’ is one way of putting it.” JJ remarked, kicking a random stone with his boot.

You looked up from the floor and sent him a confused look, “What’s that supposed to mean, JJ?” He scoffed as he finally looked towards you.

You prayed that the lack of light camouflaged your red and puffy eyes.

“Are you seriously going to play dumb with me right now, Y/N? Me, of all people?” You could hear the frustration and sadness in his voice, even the slight wobble that clung to the ends of his words. You nervously bit at your lip, trying to drag your eyes away from his but you couldn’t. “We both know something has been off between us recently. I don’t know when it started, and frankly I don’t care. All I care about is the fact that my best friend is pulling away from me and I need to know why?” His voice was almost at a shout now, all of his emotions seeming to get the better of him. You stood there silent; knowing what to say but not wanting to say it. “Why, Y/N?!” JJ was shouting now.

“I don’t want to talk about, okay?” You retorted, tears beginning to fall once again.

JJ dragged a hand through his hair in frustration, taking a step towards you. “No, that’s not ‘okay’ Y/N. It’s completely not ‘okay’ with me! Why have you been pulling away from me?! Do you not want to be friends anymore, or something? Is that it?!” You could tell that he was unravelling now. His emotions were finally taking over. He was all over the place; voice wavering, arms flailing, tears streaming. You sobbed at the sight; wanting nothing more than to take the step forward and wrap your arms around him. But now wasn’t the right time. Right now, he was angry with you.

“No, No, that’s not it JJ! I promise, I do want to be friends with you—”

“Then tell me what the fuck’s going on, Y/N!” His voice cracked, “Just. . . please, Y/N.” He practically begged.

You looked up at him (the both of you subconsciously moving closer and closer together) watching as the tears spilled from his pain-filled eyes, his lips wobbling as he tried to hold in the sobs that clearly wanted to escape. You didn’t doubt the fact that your expression probably mirrored his. You stifled a sob as you held your shirt sleeve up to your mouth, trying to somehow silence your cries long enough for you to get your words out.

“I’m in love with you, JJ.”

His eyes widened and more tears seemed to escape. He blinked rapidly as he took a slight step back. Your heart clenched at the very sight and you felt as though all of the oxygen had been sucked out of the air.

“You—You’re in love with me? Y/N, wha--?” His words came out in mumbles. All of his emotions seemed to water down until he was left with one; confusion.

You protectively crossed your arms over your chest, your hands resting on your shoulders -- as if in some way this would protect your heart and keep it from breaking even more. “Listen JJ, I’m not expecting you to feel the same way. Honestly, I’m not. And—and that’s fine with me, it really is. But, I can’t. . . I can’t listen to you talk about your one-night stands, and I can’t sit and watch you flirt with Jessica, or Jennifer, or whoever else you plan on macking in the future. Because it just hurts too much, JJ.” You let out a shaky breath, wiping the remnants of your fallen tears.

“Y/N—”

“So, let’s not talk about it, let’s just. . . not talk about it JJ, alright? Let’s just, pretend like it never happened okay?” You nod at your own words, more as an attempt at convincing yourself than JJ. “I’ll just keep this all to myself and then, you’ll keep it all to yourself.” You let out a bated breath as you begin to take steps away from the blonde in front of you, trying to run away from the mess you had just created. “But, just spare me the details, JJ.” You look up at JJ one last time before turning on your heels and walking away from him. Leaving him all alone under the glow of a flickering street light with only one thing on his mind; he was in love with you too.

part 2

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suggiebabe · 4 years

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hii! can i request for hawks and shinsou getting hit by a quirk that either does one of two things; makes them really tired because awe orrr makes them really overly affectionate/clingy?? thank you!

I Swear It’s Just A Quirk

A/N: HEY ANON!!!! Sorry for answering this so late :(((( I’ve finally found the time to, and honestly I was torn over who to give what LOL! I hope you enjoy it! <3

Pairing: Hawks, Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Angst if you squint REALLY hard, like REALLY REALLY hard

As Keigo’s assistant, you were no stranger to his shenanigans

Every day he was up to something, whether it was continuously trying to talk with you to continuously trying to flirt with you, you were used to it already

Today seemed to be different though

At first it started off like a normal day, the usual “Good morning, baby bird! Did you dream about me last night?” as he walked up to your desk, to which you always replied, “Not in a million years Mr. Hawks.” while keeping your eyes focused on your computer.

You expected him to walk away, like he usually does, but he continued to stand there looking at you. When you looked up, you noticed he had a frown on his face and his arms were crossed

“May I help you, sir?” You asked, finally turning your attention towards him

Once he had your full attention, he walked towards your chair, and to your surprise, he picked you up bridal style

“U-um, Sir? What are you doing?” The confusion clear in your voice as he walked towards his desk

“You’re gonna work with me today, baby bird.” He said as he sat in his chair placing you on his lap

You were incredibly confused. Usually, he left you alone after you replied to his flirty comment, so why were you on his lap right now as he was logging into his computer?

When you realized the situation, you started blushing like crazy

You had to admit, you did have a pretty big crush on your boss, but you always hid your feelings, fearing that it would interfere with your work.

When he hugged your waist, you were snapped out of your daze. He didn’t seem to care about you little jump though, because he placed his head on your shoulder and started typing away on some reports

Remembering you had your own work to do, you tried to slip your way off of his lap, to which he reacted by squeezing you tighter and grunting

“Uh, Mr. Hawks, I have some work I need to finish, can you please let go of me?” The blush on your face turning darker because of his reaction

“I’m giving you the day off, just stay here.” Now, you weren't going to complain about getting the day off, especially if you were able to spend it on your crushes lap

ith nothing to do, you decided to check your phone to see if there were any hero updatesKeigo had night patrol, so you wondered if he were to have done anything interesting

Once you tapped on the news app, the first thing you saw was his name in bold letters, “Pro Hero Hawks Hit With A Cling Quirk After Fierce Battle” you kept on reading, the article explained that the quirk makes the victim cling to the person they love the most

After reading the article, you decided you should act bolder around the office from now on...

You and Shinsou did everything together, the two of you were best friends and you went to the same school, did you really expect anything else?

So when he didn’t meet you after school to walk back to the dorms, you knew something was up

You texted him at least 20 times and called him about 12 times, all to which he didn’t answer

Feeling disappointed, you walked to your locker and put your stuff away, then started to walk to the dorms alone for the first time in 2 years

It had been about 3 hours after school let out, and you still hadn’t heard anything from Shinsou, panic starting to run through your head

As you got ready to go out to look for him, you heard a light knock on the door in the familiar pattern you and your bestie came up with your first year of high school

You quickly walked to the door and opened it, a drowsy looking Shinsou in front of it

As soon as he looked up to your face, he yawned and reached his arms out, as if asking for a hug

Confused, you leaned into him, and hugged him

What you were not expecting was for him to completely collapse in your arms, leaving you to almost topple over

As you gained back your footing, you stood there in silence, not sure what to do

When you heard his breathing get heavy, you figured you should probably lay him down somewhere.

You dragged him to your bed and tried your hardest to not wake him while lifting him up

You knew he got poor sleep, but you didn’t know it was this bad

“Jeez, you gotta start taking better care of yourself Hitoshi...” you said, running your hand through his hair, he opened one eye and looked up at you

“s’ not my fault... some loser... hit me with their quirk or something...” his voice heavily laced with sleep

Understanding his situation, you chuckled, he opened his eye again and scooted over making room for you, “Sleep with me...” he said groggily

Now, this was an offer you weren’t going to pass up! You got in the bed next to him and he wrapped his arms around you

You hugged him back, and sooner than later, the two of you slipped into a deep slumber together

Another A/N: HI AGAIN!!!! Did I give Hawks a cheesy ending? Oopsie my bad... This was my first time writing for Shinsou, I hope I did him justice hehe, tysm for your request<3

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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mistaken identity - jj maybank

jj mistakes you for a touron, despite the fact that he’s been copying your test answers for years and pined after you just as long. will you let him take you on a date to make it up to you and win you over?

warnings: none i don’t think

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hello loves, despite a rude anon’s best efforts i’m still here. wrote this little something on the plane ride home yesterday night to distract me from 1) the terrible turbulence and 2) the feeling of my heart literally breaking. i’ve missed my little klepto baby, hope yall enjoy this cute lil jj fic. also 10/10 i will be calling my future sig other ‘bud’ and yes i literally wrote @girlsru1eboysdroo1into this, sue me or w/e feedback makes my heart happy.

You don’t quite know how it happened. One moment you were just the girl JJ cheated off of in math when Pope wouldn’t let him, a member of the math team and all around nobody at Kildare High. Sure, you had friends you sat with at lunch and no one really had a bad thing to say about you. Though, if one really thought about it, no one really had a thing to say about you at all - good or bad. You were the definition of a wallflower, content to sit on the sidelines, observing but never interacting fully. The next moment, you were somebody.

Contrarily, you know exactly where it happened. The same place where residents of both sides of the island come together alongside the hapless tourists with only a few goals in mind: drink, dance and find a warm body to cozy up to for the night. This location is, of course, a boneyard kegger at the beginning of summer (one of the first in fact), and those activities are, of course, not quite in line with your typical Friday night.

It’s your best friends fault you’re here, you muse, hand wrapped tightly around a red solo cup containing three quarters of the warm beer you were handed nearly half an hour ago. You didn’t have anything against drinking, or anyone who drank, your parents were just a little more present than your classmates. You were staying over at Pen’s that night, her mom was really cool, but you couldn’t shake the imaginary hand of your parents and found yourself looking over your shoulder, prepared to drop the cup in the sand and run. Pen had been the one who was adamant that the two of you make an appearance, “you didn’t come to a single kegger last summer, and it’s our last summer before college, c’mon live a little!”. She was nothing if not persistent, and so you agreed if only to get her to let it go.

She had promised she would be by your side ‘the entire night’, but of course fifteen minutes in and she was nowhere to be seen. Also suspiciously missing, despite his two cronies still standing within your peripheral vision, was one Rafe Cameron. You didn’t know what Pen saw in him, she was the literal sweetest person in the entire world and he was... well himself. Of course no one is perfect, she did ditch you after all, and no one is entirely bad either. Since whatever was going on between them started, Rafe hadn’t been bothering you at all and you considered that a win in your books.

Girl code and euphemisms about female friendships being more important than romantic ones aside, you couldn’t stay mad at her for long and wanted her to be happy. For some unknown reason, he made her happy and you had to support that.

You just wish she had supported you a little and been upfront about you. That way you could have been home, maybe with a book, maybe with netflix. Either way, you wouldn’t be sitting alone on a piece of driftwood slowly sipping on a warm beer as some of your classmates chatted up a group of tourons. You weren’t alone long, however.

You felt his presence before you saw him. JJ Maybank of all people sidled up beside you on the log, toe tapping and hand fidgeting with his rings as he sat silently for all of thirty seconds. Having been in the same class as the boy for more than a decade you recognized his antsy antics as ones that he often acted on in class. If you took a moment to think about it, you could admit that he was conventionally attractive, his whole devil-may-care attitude and golden surfer tan only made him all the more appealing. However, you had known the boy (or at least known of the boy) for so long, you never let that feeling grow into anything tangible. Besides, you were going to leave the small island in the fall and you were never looking back.

The silence only lasted for a minute longer before he broke it. “First time in the outer banks?” the messy blonde boy beside you asked, and you felt the scowl overtake your face.

“JJ we’ve been in the same class since the first grade, and you’ve been cheating off of me in math the entirety of our school careers,” you rolled your eyes and downed the almost full cup before throwing it to the sand and walking away. JJ stared after you with his brow furrowed, brain trying to connect the dots and reconcile you with one of his many classmates. It wasn’t entirely JJ’s (or the six beers he had consumed)’s fault, one could also blame his tardiness and absences for his lack of recognition. And of course there was the fact that you had let Pen dress you up, slap some light makeup on your eyes and curl your hair. Ordinarily the only products you bothered with were sunscreen and lip chap and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn anything other than a baggy t-shirt over ripped denim. So maybe you should have given the blonde some slack.

Or not. “Y/n?” Pope asked confusedly as you stormed past him. The two of you weren’t friends, not exactly anyway, but you were both on the math team and that leant itself to a certain amount of camaraderie. At the very least, Pope remembered your name and that was more than his best friend could say. He reached out with a hand to lightly grasp your bicep, pulling you back towards him and scanning your face to see if he could figure out what was going on. “You okay?”

“Never better,” you bit back, feeling bad instantly. “Sorry Pope, your friend is just kind of an idiot.”

“What did John B do now?” Pope sighed. John B hadn’t had a lot of luck in the ladies department lately and Pope was worried about what his latest gaffe had been. Judging by the look on your face it was bad, like call you by the wrong girl’s name bad.

“Not Routledge,” you rolled your eyes before continuing, “JJ. It doesn’t matter, Pen ditched me and I'm going home.”

Pope let you go this time, turning toward the aforementioned blond who was slowly making his way over to him.

“Who was that?” JJ asked with narrowed, red rimmed eyes. Pope laughed out loud, knowing his best friend was about to be incredibly mad at himself.

“How high are you? The girl you just offended was y/n,” Pope told him, causing JJ’s wide eyes to widen even further

“Wait, y/n y/l/n? The girl of my dreams y/n y/l/n?” JJ smacked his own forehead in frustration. So that’s why you had looked so familiar. He had never seen you look so put together, and he had definitely never seen you at a kegger or under the influence of any substance before. When Pope nodded, JJ patted him on the shoulder before rushing after your retreating frame.

He called your first name, watched as you stopped walking and stood in the sand with your back facing him. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”

You turned to look at him, resting your hands on your hips. “High schools over JJ, you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me so that I’ll keep letting you cheat off me in trig.”

“That’s not-“ he paused, eyes downcast before they flicked up to look at you. You took note of his slightly dilated pupils, the way they were rimmed with red and recognized he was under the influence of something. Gathering courage, he quickly spit out “go on a date with me.”

“I-“ you sighed deeply, eyes rolling up toward the night sky as you contemplated his offer, “you know what? Fine, one date. You better knock it outta the park and blow me away cause it’s your only shot.” You began walking away, back turned to him so he couldn’t see the small grin on your face or the way your hands shook a little. Every girl with two eyes and a heartbeat had to admit to at least a tiny crush on the reckless boy, and you had both of those things. To be asked out on a date by him made you feel special, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Not that I need it, but you don’t believe in second chances?” he shouted at your retreating back. Without missing a beat you turned to look at him over your shoulder, “this is your second chance bud.”

A few days later had you sitting in shock and disbelief as JJ Maybank admitted his years long crush on you.

You laughed so hard that you almost snorted, stifling the instinct with both of your hands before the sound could betray you. “You’re trying to tell me you’ve had a crush on me since we were kids? And you couldn’t recognize me because of a little bit of eyeliner?” you asked skeptically, brows raised at the boy who sat beside you on the blanket in the sand.

“Not my finest moment,” he admitted, grabbing a grape and tossing it in the air before attempting to catch it in his mouth. It bounced off his nose and rolled into the sand, causing you to giggle. He brightened up considerably with the knowledge that he had been able to make you laugh, even if it was with his stupid antics.

“So, your idea of flirting was what? Copying my test answers and never actually speaking to me?” You laughed at the look of indignation on his face. “You’ve got no game, bud.”

“I’ll have you know I have plenty of game, you should hear what the tourons-“ he began to brag, stopping only when you threw yourself at him, covering his mouth with your hands as you had done to yourself only moments earlier. It was only when he shrugged that you pulled back from

his personal space.

“Pro tip for Mr ‘plenty of game’, girls don’t like to hear about other girls on first dates. Especially not girls you’ve...” you fake coughed and raised your eyebrows hoping he would get the meaning.

“Right, sorry. You just make me nervous.” He admitted, rolling his pink lips into his mouth briefly.

“What, why?” you asked, sitting up on your knees and tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Are you kidding? You’re smokin’ hot and really smart. Like maybe even smarter than Pope smart,” he paused, “don’t tell him I said that.”

You laughed again, face hot from the compliment as you mimed zipping your lips, “Your secret’s safe with me, I’ll take it to the grave.”

You sat in a comfortable silence, staring at his strong side profile before he turned to you, eyes darting down to look at your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, lip darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

“Depends,” you giggled, sitting up further and wrapping your arms around his neck before whispering into his ear, “Do you remember who I am this time?”

He laughed, cheeks reddening as he returned your whisper, “I could never forget you y/n y/l/n.”

“You better not, bud,” you replied, grinning up at him before you captured his lips with yours, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed in his embrace.

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agreatescape89 · 3 years

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Mikasa x Reader One Shot

requested by anon

Eren and Armin fight for Y/N but they fall for Mikasa instead

Gender Neutral pronouns Words: 1678

Today was the beginning of the 104th training corps. Y/N stood in formation listening to what the terrifying, elder instructor had to say. Though his words were not necessarily encouraging, they had all the motivation they needed to be a part of the military. Next to Y/N was a tall raven haired girl who stood stoically. “Hi”, they said shyly, hoping to make new friends before their training days actually began. The raven haired girl slightly looked at them with a blank expression and only nodded in response. “He seems like a hard ass, doesn't he?” This time the girl didn’t even look at Y/N. Feeling they may have said something wrong, they tried to save it. “I’m Y/N by the way, what’s your name?” “Mikasa'', she finally responded, in a deep but soft voice. “Which regiment are you looking to join? I’m going into the survey corps.” They said a bit excitedly, happy to be making a breakthrough with this girl. “Me too.” Mikasa replied with a little above monotone voice. “HEY!” A shout came from the wrinkled, frankly terrifying man. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? IF YOU CAME HERE TO SOCIALIZE YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DAMN PLACE” He yelled right in front of their faces. “We’re sorry Sir, it won't happen again.” Mikasa calmly said. Y/N was terrified, plus everyone was looking at them. “Maybe if you weren't yelling so much we’d listen better..” They said without thinking. Everyone's jaw dropped, they're dead the surrounding cadets thought in unison, whispers began to surround them. Shadis stared them dead in the eyes ``”what did you just say to me, you think I should stop yelling? Well, have I got some news for you…” He then proceeded to yell straight in their face as loud as they could going on a rant Y/N only found intellilable, but they stood there straight as a log not scared anymore but only visibly pissed off. “ARE YOU GONNA STOP TALKING, CADET, OR ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE.” He yelled after a few minutes of stressing his lung capacity. Though it was so tempting for Y/N to leave right there, they stayed because they had a mission, a fate, to stop the war. “Ill stop sir” Y/N said darkly but boldly. Shadis made a sound and returned to his orientation speech. Mikasa was kinda impressed at what she just witnessed, very impressed. She felt something warm build up in her heart that only increased when she looked at Y/N. But she had to ignore that for now, she didn't want Shadis to yell at her.

The following days, Mikasa couldn’t get Y/N out of her mind. She hoped she’d see her again, in fact, she was sure of it.

They were alone their first day, it didn't take long to make friends though. Y/N was reading a book about animals, ones that didn't exist anymore, I suppose that would be an intriguing thing for anybody to notice, but it was especially for the blonde male that had walked over to Introduce himself. He’d had that book before, but he didn't know anyone else was interested in that stuff, let alone have another copy of a taboo book. He couldn't stop himself from striking up a conversation, to him it was almost like love at first sight. Y/N invited him to sit down and they went through the book together, discussing all of it’s interesting contents. At some point, Armin noticed that whenever he had looked over at Y/N, his face would warm and his heart would feel intensely in a way he couldn’t describe or realize. Soon the dinner bell rang and Armin invited them to sit with him and his friends.

When the two reached their table, Y/N was surprised to see a familiar face. “Oh hey Mikasa!” The girl’s cheeks felt so hot, and her heart burned with excitement, though her face showed none of it, especially with her scarf covering a portion of her face. “Hey Y/N, Hi Armin,” She responded quietly. Armin introduced everyone and they all sat and talked for a while. The other one of Armin’s friends was a brown haired boy named Eren, he was kinda crazy. He talked about his goal in the survey corps, to eradicate all the titans. Y/N respected that, that’s partially why they were here. It didn't take them long to become friends.

Everyday they’d meet and hang out with each other. They had fun, even though training was hard when the four of them were together it was peaceful. That was, until they met Jean Kirschtein. It all started when Y/N accidentally bumped into him in the dining hall, knocking his tray and everything on right on the muddy floor. “What’s your fucking problem.” The tall, long faced man said. “Jean calm down they didn’t mean it, we can just share my food.” A black haired, freckled boy beside him tried to stop the storm before the rain. “Don’t talk to them like that, it’s not their fault don’t be so rude!” Eren said before Jean even thought to leave the situation alone, and he definitely wasn't now. “Eren it’s fine, here Jean just take my tray, I’m so sorry” Y/N also trying to defuse the situation. “I don’t want your trash food or your apology you stupid bi-” Y/N’s fist collided with his nose before he could finish. The force was enough to knock him right on his behind. They left the building to get fresh air before he had the chance to hit them back, they didn’t really like fighting much, especially another cadet. But he had it coming running his mouth, Y/N felt bad but couldn’t hold themself back.

Eren followed Y/N outside because he didn’t really want to wait for Jean to get back up either. He also really wanted to see them after that. “That was badass.” Eren said before anything else. “Are you ok by the way?” “I’m fine, and thank you it was very badass.” They laughed lightly and grinned. Eren was impressed, and nearly enchanted, at what he’d witnessed. He felt the intense urge to kiss Y/N right then and there. He kept his emotions a secret for now, but he couldn't stop thinking about them and what it would be like to be with them.

A few nights later, Armin asked Eren if he could ask him for advice. They sat down on Armins bed with mannerisms similar to school girls. “I really like Y/N and I’ve never dated anyone before so I really don’t know how to go about this..” Armin confided. “Armin, I don’t know what to say.. Other than, I’m getting them first.” Eren said confidently knowing Y/N would choose him over Armin. “Huh? Wait do you like Y/N too?” Armin felt like Eren was just trying to steal something he loved away from him just because it was something he loved. He cared about Y/N a lot and felt the strongest connection he’d ever felt. “A lot, I fell for them a few days ago and I couldn’t get them out of my head, Armin I’m sorry but they’re mine..” “They aren’t yours or mine, don’t talk like that Eren it’s creepy. Besides they need to pick one of us, and I’m almost certain they’ll be picking me.” Armin said, with a glow in his eyes that Eren couldn’t quite place but he was sure it was similar to his own. “What makes you think that? I’m the one they want, we are so alike, we have the same goals, we’re perfect, they're perfect.” Eren said dreamily. “What? You don’t even know them. Y/N and I actually bonded, did you know they like books, AND have the same books I used to. If anyone’s perfect for them it’s me.” Armin defended. “Say’s the guy who came to me for advice on how to win them over. I’m sorry Armin, but I can’t let them go.” “Eren you sound so weird when you talk like that.. And I really don’t care. If it’s just between me and you, I’m definitely going to win their heart first. They do clearly like brains better anyways.” “Are you kidding me Armin!? Y/N clearly likes strength better.”

And so the challenge began, whoever one Y/Ns heart wins. Little do they know however, someone else was playing too, someone who had also fallen for Y/N…

The friendly competition between Eren and Armin continued for a week. Eren would try to show off how strong he was, picking fights with Jean just so you could see him kick horsefaces ass. But he spent too much time looking to see if you were watching that he got hit a few times. Armin’s approach however, consisted of him bringing Y/N flowers and telling them about the species, inviting them on walks near the forest, finding a beautiful scenery to read together by.

During all this Y/N was sort of oblivious to the boys attempts to woo them, mostly because they were concerned with the love of someone else. They had a massive crush on Mikasa Ackerman, and little to their knowledge, Mikasa liked Y/N too. One day, Mika and Y/N were having a deep discussion in her bed, and their feelings for each other slipped out. It didn’t take long for them both to lean forwards and kiss.

The next day, Mikasa and Y/N walked to lunch together, since they had spent the night in each other's arms. They held hands tightly, hearts beating with an intense heat powerful enough for neither of them to notice the expressions on both Armin and Eren's faces. All their efforts to make the person of their dreams fall for them were nothing compared to Mikasa, that’s how they thought Y/N felt and they weren't wrong.

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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How DARE You Go And Die On Me??? - Jason Todd x Reader Soulmate AU -

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Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Jason Todd x reader soulmate AU pleasssse where when you touch them with skin for the first time there’s sparkly lights that only you and your soulmate see or something and you feel really warm and your soulmate glows or something? Thank you ❤️”

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I love this request. So much. I hope y’all enjoy this one because I really got to live out my famous science nerd dream. Thank you for the amazing request! I secretly love soulmate AU’s hehehe so please send more! Y’all are so creative with them too :)))

Soulmates were a sore subject for you. At a young age you glowed bright red, and it was the most crushing moment of your life. Soulmate glows only occurred when you touched your soulmate for the first time or when they died. Knowing this meant you would never meet your person was hard, but you hoped maybe you’d be one of the lucky ones who got a new soulmate, seeing as you were so young. But years later nothing had happened even though you stayed hopeful. Unlike so many who go off the rails once they realize there’s no one for them, you dedicated your life to researching soulmates, and it was incredibly fulfilling. As a high school intern working under a group of molecular biochemists, world renowned computer scientists, and psychiatrists you were worked towards creating a drug that made you glow in your soulmate color, it would make finding soulmates much easier and from there you could maybe make a sensor and go international with your research. Who wouldn’t want a drug that finds the person you’re meant to be with?

You’d been tracking soulmates to see if there’s any tell before they find out they are soulmates besides the glowing. It was painful to watch thousands find their life long partner but part of you hoped that by finishing this research you would be able to figure out if your soulmate was really gone, or get filthy rich trying. As just a teenager you planned on working for the company for the rest of your life, staying involved as you pursue your degree then returning, this project was growing up with you.

As far as you knew, soulmates were drawn together. That was the only explanation as to why so many people in your tests were soulmates. There was something almost magnetic about finding your other half, and you were convinced it was chartable. There was a scientific explanation for everything.

Finally the drug was ready, after months of blind trials and high highs and low lows it was time for the first wave of real life test runs. Grouping a couple thousand eager participants together, your team split into groups. Taking each participant into a room you gave them the drug and filled the color they glowed, and if anyone matched you’d bring them together. Of course all the interns on your team wanted to try too.

Stepping up you couldn’t hold in excitement. Since you were only newly a teenager you hoped your soulmate color would be cool. You’d seen some amazing colors and meetings all throughout the day. It couldn’t get more exciting.

Stepping up, you took the drug and waited.

And waited.

But you didn’t glow. “Hey uh Y/N you did say you glowed when you were little right? Sorry to break it to yah kid but yours is gone, we’ve got a couple hundred more tests why don’t yah go home?” a voice came over the intercom, and your heart sunk. Sure some people didn’t glow either, and they all had flashed at some point. Your hope was clearly misplaced. And with a broken soul, quite literally, you went home.

Years later you’d kept with the team. The drug was almost ready to be released officially, and the public was beyond excited. You were 25 now, a huge public face for the soulmate finder, you’d stuck with the program and it had made you practically famous. Doing PR you’d brought the drug on talk shows, finding strangers their soulmate on live TV, you made special appearances to celebrities to find and log their soulmate color. Everyone that took your test had their specific color logged in a huge database, so when you tested if your perfect color matched somewhere your soulmate would get alerted. It was perfection.

Tonight you were going on television to do another round of soulmate finding with a late night host. Nothing new.

“And please welcome, Cupid Herself, Y/N!” The crowd was always full wherever you went, everyone wanted a chance at love as soon as possible. “Now I’m very sorry to disappoint the crowd but we’re bringing out some celebrities who’ve requested a chance at love... I bring you THE WAYNES!” You were a little shocked, you probably should’ve read the brief but no difference, you had enough for about ten people. Standing up you shook Bruce Wayne’s hand, moving onto the chair at the side while Bruce and three of his children walked in. “Hello! Mr. Grayson, Todd, and Ms. Brown right?” the host greeted the three and shook Bruce’s hand, no need for his introduction.

“These three couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. As you know Mr. Drake-Wayne has found his soulmate and now husband so we couldn’t bring him! And my son Damian was erm- busy.” You saw Jason Todd snort, slightly taken aback by his actions on live television. “Can I just say, I am super excited to be here! It’s a huge honor Ms. Y/L/N this is too cool!” Stephanie got up, giving you a quick hug, you smiled, happy that she was so kind.

“Well lets get this show on the road! I’m sure millions want to know if any of the Wayne’s are their soulmate!” the host waggled an eyebrow as the crowd cooed. This was basically a chance at the lottery, a Wayne was a ticket to riches for life. Taking the lead you gave your pitch about the drug, taking consent before grabbing a serving for four. Walking up you handed a glass to each boy, finishing with Bruce, but he refused. “Oh no, I don’t want to know” he said softly. The crowd booed, and in a bit of a panic the host said “well then how about the lovely Y/N takes a drink? We all want to know if the creator has a soulmate!” you politely told him and the crowd you’d tried before, but there was no light, explaining how you lost is when you were younger. As you saw the crowd looking upset you decided it was better than nothing.

“How about I try it guys! Maybe something’s changed - find out live here on Late Night!” you pitched into the camera and the host nodded, cutting to an ad-break.

“Does this shit actually work?” Jason turned to you, swirling the liquid around cautiously. “Yes! We’ve been error free for five years!” you said proudly, this was your life's work after all. “And we’re back! How ‘bout we get this show on the road! Grayson you first?”

With a shrug Dick threw the little up back, and in a few seconds a cerulean blue glowed around him. The crowd oohed and ahhed as Dick smiled. “Any matches?” He looked to you. Glancing over at your guy who had snapped the exact color he shook his head. “Not yet! Dick Grayson-Wayne’s soulmate is still out there!�� the crowd rumbled in excitement, everyone wanted a test now.

“Ms. Brown! Care to drink?” Stephanie drank eagerly, and quickly shone a deep royal purple and the crowd cheered. “No match!” you let everyone know and there was another cheer.

“Mr. Todd, you next?” Jason didn’t waste a moment, drinking the liquid he shone the brightest red you’d seen in a while. For a moment it reminded you of your red all those years ago. Looking over it was another no, and the crowd was almost losing it, many girls in the audience begged for a drink to see if they were his lover.

“And lastly Ms. Y/N! Ready to see the creator try her own drug?!” You corrected him, taking a moment to shout out all the amazing scientists, interns, and volunteers you’d worked with over the years. The crowd cut you off, chanting “DRINK DRINK DRINK” urging you to throw the cup back, the liquid tasted way better than the last time you’d tried it in the trial run. You help out your hand to show the lack of coloration and the audience sighed. Smiling sweetly you began to talk about the drop date.

“Thank you all so much! I’m so excited to release this with my team in just a month. I’d like to once again thank my tea-” you heard a shriek “OH MY GOD THAT’S JASON’S COLOR!!!” and the audience lost it. Confused you saw Jason’s jaw drop, and you looked at your hands that now radiated the same deep red from all those years ago.

“UM WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!” the host shouted over the chaos. You immediately got up, rushing to the color scanner. “Holy shit Y/N it’s really Jason’s color.” he confirmed your suspicions and without thinking you sprinted back up to the sofa. Connecting your hand to Jason’s cheek the two of you began glowing the same color. Locking eyes with Jason, you couldn’t help but start crying. The aura radiated between the two of you and Jason pulled you into his chest.

The camera came on after the 20 second impromptu break. And what they saw made the news that night. “JASON TODD FOUND SOULMATE LIVE ON LATE NIGHT” “CAMERAS TURN ON AND JASON IS HOLDING HIS GIRL - TOO CUTE! CLICK FOR PICS” “JASON TODD CUFFED! SEE THE PICS HERE!” In just the few seconds before they could cut the cameras, millions of viewers saw Jason holding you, the bright red shining around the two of you while you clung to him. And the pictures were everywhere. Pulling you off stage you couldn’t wrap your mind around what had just happened.

“My- my soulmate died years ago. When I was a kid I took the drug and didn’t shine! This doesn’t make any sense!” you looked up a Jason and practically saw a lightbulb go off. “Well um, were you around 13 when your soulmate died? [ you nodded ] And you were about 14-15 when you tried the drug? [ again he was right ] Okay well long story I died and came back to life. And you must’ve tested when I was still gone” he finished and you almost passed out. “YOU DIED?” you screeched. And he clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Shh princess that’s valuable knowledge for family and soulmates only” it was slowly starting to register that you were in fact his soulmate. “Soulmates” you whispered, leaning in to hug him again. “Soulmates.” he confirmed.

“God I have never seen Jaybird this sappy in my life, you might be magical” Dick came up to you, shaking your hand and pulling you in for a hug. “You got a good soulmate Jay. By the way, can I have a couple servings early I’ve got a bet with Timbers that Damian’s soulmate is Jon and I need some soulmate help for myself?” you rolled your eyes and Jason tugged you back to his side. “Back off Grayson she doesn’t even know you!”

“A little protective already Jay? Poor Y/N get used to this sweetheart” Dick winked at you and you felt Jason tighten his grip around your waist. Dick backed off and Stephanie bounded up to you. “Oh my god Tim’s gonna die he’d totally wanna be here! Plus I bet Bruce is gonna have to do all sorts of interviews now hahaha. How are you doing girl? This is a lot! Welcome to the Waynes!” she said, pulling you in for another tight hug, and the seriousness of finding your soulmate hit you. “Oh my god I’m gonna have to do so much press. How did I not think of this. What are the odds oh no this is gonna be a shitstorm fuck fuck fuck” Jason interrupted you by squeezing your hand. “Uh I really hate press too, I mean Bruce owes me patrol for like a week for just tonight but, if you like, need me for something I can go... does that help?” he looked lost, but it was clear that he wanted to help, and it was adorable.

“I would like that. And it’s late. I’m exhausted. Maybe we can meet up tomorrow somewhere private? We’re gonna get stalked so maybe you can come over to my place?” you realized you just had to take it step by step, and finding a soulmate was the best first step ever. “Yeah, that seems easier.” Jason sighed, and the two of you exchanged numbers.

“By the way, what does patrol mean? And does the color red mean anything to you cuz it doesn’t to me and usually the color means something but it could not?” You saw Jason’s eyes widen.

“Erm, I’ll tell you tomorrow. It’s another one of those ‘family and soulmates only’ facts. If that’s okay?” you nodded, just happy to have a soulmate.

“Of course Jason, but just know I’m gonna give you a hard time for going and dying on me. Idiot” you stuck your tongue out as he winked.

“Only to make a perfect love story for you princess” and you groaned, but he wasn’t wrong. This one truly one for the books.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 3 of 16

Happy (late) Thanksgiving if you celebrate it! 🦃

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Yet another restless night and strange dreams had you up and atom as soon as the sun started to come up, and you managed to notice Minho going into the maze...with Alby.

Strange...Alby wasn’t a Runner.

You quickly got dressed in your usual Builder attire, wincing as you tried to get around your sprained arm, and headed over to Newt, who was walking back from the maze doors. “Dude, what the hell? Why is Alby going into the maze?” You asked hastily.

Newt sighed, keeping up with his pace back towards the Homestead. “He’s gone to retrace Ben’s steps. See why he might’ve been stung in the middle of the day.” He explained. “He’ll be fine, Y/N.” He said, sensing your apprehension towards the situation.

Gally didn’t take the news of Alby too well when he found out. He thought it was stupid, and understandably so. But he tried not to let it distract him from doing his job. Although, your obvious distraction caused him to get a little hotheaded.

“If you’re not gonna focus, then just go do something else.” Gally scolded.

“What? I-I’m not...distracted.” A lie, but not for the reasons Gally thought. You knew Alby could take care of himself, it was the newfound information that Thomas felt just like you is what was insanely distracting.

Gally chuckled bitterly. “Yeah...right. Just go hang out with your new buddy or something.”

Your heart seemed to clench at Gally’s hurtful tone, but you chose to wear a bored expression and listened to his petty request. “Fine.”

Newt smirked when he saw your scowl as you walked over to their little group, clutching you machete tightly. “Trouble in paradise?” He teased.

You held up your middle finger, proceeding to kneel down beside Zart to help him cut down a tree base with your good arm, which was thankfully your dominant one. “Never been paradise.” You muttered. “He’s upset about Alby.”

“Don’t bring it up, please. Tommy and I just had a lengthy conversation about it.” Newt sighed, giving an irritated glance over to the Greenie who was sitting on a log with Chuck.

Thomas rolled his eyes, getting up to help cut down the last of the tree. “There ya go, Greenie.”

You looked up towards the sky, noticing the darkening of the clouds and the cooler air, soon feeling the cool water raining down. “Great.” You mumbled, gathering your tools and heading to the Homestead along with everyone else.

You and Gally met each other’s gaze while walking towards cover from the rain, he seemed remorseful, but he looked away and continued forward. “You alright?” Thomas asked from beside you.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine. What about you?”

Thomas sighed. “I’m worried about Minho and Alby. Shouldn’t they be back by now?”

You shrugged, trying not to think about losing even more Gladers, but Thomas was less than satisfied with that answer and went to Newt.

Instead of following after Thomas, you went deeper into the Homestead, heading towards her hammock just to rest your feet while you could, also trying to ignore the aching in your arm.

You didn’t know how much you could take of this. Spending your whole life in a prison, constantly watching your new friends die one after another. It was sickening. You didn’t want this to be your life. It couldn’t be. You felt like Thomas felt the same way, but you couldn’t be sure just like you couldn’t be sure if he felt the same way about your “connection.”

God, you were so tired.

“Y/N?”

You sighed when you saw Gally looking to you with a face of slight concern. “What is it?” You asked, not exactly trying to sound polite.

Gally scratched the back of his neck and took a step forward to you. “I just wanna say...I’m...sorry.” He said, sounding like just saying the words were painful. “I’m just worried, I guess. About Alby.”

You nodded, understanding as you felt the same way. Though, being worried didn’t cause you to be overly mean to someone, but you didn’t feel that saying it out loud would get the conversation anywhere. “I get it. I’m worried too.”

“Can I sit?” Gally asked, pointing to your hammock.

You blushed slightly, but nodded anyway, scooting over a bit to give him room to sit comfortably.

Trying not to blush was extremely difficult as it was, so trying not to blush when Gally sat right beside you, his body slightly leaning against yours, it was damn near impossible.

“If I hurt your feelings, Y/N, I’m sorry.” Gally sighed. “The whole thing with Ben...”

“It’s okay, Gally.” You gave a reassuring smile, gently taking a hold of his larger hand. You almost grinned when you saw his face flush red. “Ben didn’t deserve to be stung. He was a good guy.” You said, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“All he wanted was to find a way out...look where that got him.” Gally huffed, making you frown. “These shanks just gotta realize this is our home now.”

You shook her head. “This isn’t our home, Gally. Someone put us here, mostly likely against our will. This will never be our home.”

Gally scoffed. “Come on, Y/N.”

“We shouldn’t have to settle for this. We don’t belong here.” You sighed, getting up from your hammock as you heard the rain stop thumping against the building.

Everyone gathered at the maze doors, waiting to see if the two Runner boys were alive, if they make it back before the doors closed.

Newt was visibly on edge, as was Thomas. The rest of the Gladers basically had the mentally that Minho and Alby were goners. Gally stood beside you as you were biting your nails nervously. You weren’t particularly close with Alby, but hanging around Newt meant hanging around Minho, therefore you were his friend by association.

As the doors groaned loudly, you let out a quiet whimper, running your fingers through your hair furiously as the doors started to close. Gally placed his hand on your shoulder to try and comfort you in some way, but it didn’t do much when Thomas pointed out two shadowy figured at the end of the entrance passage of the maze.

“It’s them!” Thomas yelled.

But something was wrong.

Minho was dragging an unconscious Alby by his arms. The doors were still closing rapidly, all the Gladers yelling words of encouragement toward Minho...he wasn’t going to make it.

“Thomas, no!” You yelled along with the rest of the Glader boys, watching in horror as he made a run for it before the doors closed completely.

If it weren’t for Gally keeping a firm hand on your shoulder, you would’ve absolutely ran after Thomas, probably getting crushed to death in process. “No! Fuck!” You yelled, shoving Gally off of you and storming off towards the woods.

“Y/N! Wait! Goddamn it...” Gally called out after you, trying to jog to catch up with you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled when he finally found you.

“What?” You yelled.

“You were gonna go after that slinthead! Why the fuck would you do that, huh?” Gally fussed, making you groan and roll your eyes. “Answer me!”

“I know him!” You let out in a rage, immediately sighing in frustration.

Gally furrowed his brows. “What...what do you mean you know him?” He asked, almost accusatory.

“I...I don’t remember him. I just feel like I know him, or knew him. Before the maze, and I don’t know why. It’s confusing, I know. But it’s something I can just feel in my gut.”

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

You sighed. “I know...trust me, I know. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Even if you did somehow knew him before coming here, that doesn’t mean you have to risk your life for him. It was stupid. And if I wasn’t there, you’d be dead right now.” Gally scolded, and then he sighed. “Do you...have feelings for him?”

You snapped your head up towards Gally with a look of shock. You definitely never expected to hear that come from his mouth. “What? No!”

“Don’t lie to me, please.”

“No! I don’t, geez. I like you, shuckface!”

Gally paled. He wasn’t exactly expecting that either. “You do?” He stuttered.

You rolled your eyes for, probably, the tenth time that day. “Yes, you twit. I thought that was obvious.”

Gally seemed speechless for a moment, placing his hands on his hips while looking to the ground. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You chuckled bitterly. “When would I have had the time?”

He shrugged. “You did now.” You sighed yet again. “I’d kiss you, but you seem to be in a state of distress...”

You gave him an incredulous look. “And you’re not distressed? I know you don’t like Thomas, but Minho and Alby?”

“I do care, okay? But they’re gone now...there’s nothing we could’ve done.”

“There was though! We could’ve sent someone to find them!”

“It’s against the rules, you know that.”

“Just something! Not just stand there and wait...” Your voice wavered.

Gally sighed, taking some steps toward you until he was right in front of you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry...that we couldn’t save them.” He said, pulling you into a hug while you just let tears fall freely from your eyes.

“They could still make it...” You whispered, making Gally huff and release his hold on you.

“Y/N...you can’t be this dense. You know no one-”

“Survives a night in the maze, I know. But Thomas is different...”

Gally rolled his eyes, running his hands over his face with a groan. “I can’t listen to you drive yourself crazy over this. They’re gone, okay! They’re probably already dead. So just stop trying to convince yourself that they’re not. It’s the best, for you and the others.”

“Gally-”

“Drop it.” He deadpanned, turning and storming off towards the Homestead.

You didn’t want to believe him. You couldn’t. You couldn’t believe the first person you felt you might’ve known outside the Glade was dead after just days of meeting him.

So you kept telling yourself Thomas will survive. Minho can survive. And Alby.

You didn’t speak to Gally at all after that conversation.

A lot of the Gladers thought you were insane, believing that there could be any hope for the three boys. Some of them were just curious, them all sitting scattered around the maze doors. But Chuck was standing right beside you, just anxious for those large doors to open.

You were grateful for Chuck.

You definitely felt a bit protective of him, since he was the youngest. It made you wonder if you had any siblings in the outside world, if they were even alive. If you did, you hoped that at least one of your parents were alive to take care of them if they were on the younger side.

But you probably would never know.

You and Chuck’s ears immediately perked up when the doors started to groan, signaling that they were about to open for the day.

Newt was anxious to see if the boys made it as well. He didn’t want to lose any more friends. Even if he did go out to the Deadheads to cry out his frustration, he pretty much had already come to terms with the losses as soon as the doors closed yesterday evening.

You nervously starting biting off some of the rougher skin around your nails as the doors slowly parted open, just hoping that you’d see those three boys waiting to come back inside the Glade.

You winced when you accidently bit too much skin off, looking down to see crimson already start to bead at the surface of your thumb.

You sighed.

It felt like this was the longest time it’s ever taken for the doors to open. Probably because your anxiety was in overdrive, basically on the verge of a panic attack, but you didn’t let it show. You couldn’t, not when Newt would absolutely send you off to Jeff to do those stupid breathing exercises that you hated when you first came up in the Box.

Gally wasn’t at the doors, obviously. You knew he wouldn’t, not even for you. He was adamant that his fellow Gladers were already dead. God, you never wanted someone to be wrong so bad.

And yet, the doors now fully opened...there was no one on the other side.

You felts tears burning your eyes as Newt placed his hands on you and Chuck’s shoulders, but you refused to let them fall. “I’m sorry...but I told you, they’re not comin’ back.” Newt said sadly.

“Come on, Y/N.” Chuck sighed, dejectedly turning around to head back towards the middle of the Glade.

You almost did too...until you heard the shuffling of feet from inside the maze. So did Chuck.

You gasped when you saw Minho and Thomas carrying Alby. “No way...”

“Yeah!” Chuck cheered, while you ran into the maze corridor to help the two boys carry a still unconscious Alby, while all the other Gladers came back to witness this...a miracle really. It was against the rules, but couldn’t care less.

“How?” Was all you could say, in shock and awe.

“Just help us get this shank inside, will ya?” Minho grunted, while Thomas gave you an exhausted smile.

“Easy, easy.” Thomas said while lowering Alby to the ground, the Gladers surrounding the three boys.

“You saw a Griever?” Chuck asked, seeing that Alby was stung when Jeff looked over him.

“Yeah, I saw one.” Thomas panted.

Minho seemed to smirk, making you furrow your brows in confusion. “He didn’t just see it...he killed it.”

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My computer is basically dead and off at a shop but probs won’t be fixed soon due to Thanksgiving. So, I’m writing this on a friend’s laptop and the keyboard is so small lmao. So I apologize for any misspellings because of my fat fingers.

#the maze runner #gally x reader #tmr gally #gally #sweet pandemonium series

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hopelessromanticvirgo · 4 years

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Ground Control To Us

Sobbe social media au 4.10

Chapter 4.9

Robbe feels like he can't breath, like the his lunges can't hold air inside them anymore, and they are about to burst open. He desperately wants to just let it all out but no tears are coming. He needs to do something, cry, scream, trash the whole room down but he can't risk waking his mom up when she just fell asleep. They just got back from the hospital, the nurses who had been with her since they found her on the streets, told Robbe that it was okay to take her home, that she just needed some rest and they should come back tomorrow morning to check up on her. It was a long night. He didn't know what happened or how. One minute he was hanging out with Moyo and Aaron and the next minute he was running and searching for his mom. He was unsuccessful but that didn't matter anymore. It was almost two am when he got a call that told him, she was safe and sound, but still unaware of her being and whereabouts. Robbe felt so lucky and happy that he had some money in his pockets so they could come back home with a taxi. The sun would rise soon, probably in an hour, and Robbe laid wide awake, unable to even close his eyes for a few seconds, afraid something horrible would happen if he didn't pay enough attention. His head feels like a weighted stone, hard, painful sitting on him, killing him. His mind is racing, thoughts like "it was all your fault" and "you shouldn't have left her alone" and "you wanted to have some fun, didn't you? Look what happened" were destroying him from the inside, slowly and he needed to stop thinking, needed to stop doing anything, needed to just disappear, never come back. He didn't deserve it at all and he didn't know what to do to stop them. He considered calling Jens but the boy wouldn't be any help, he never was because he simply couldn't understand and by calling him this late at night, he'd only make him worry and Robbe didn't want that. Usually he'd text Sander in this kind of moments but it felt too agonizing, it'd only hurt him more when he wouldn't get a response so he closed his chat, which was open on Instagram, ready for his useless rantings. He didn't have anybody who would understand, he shut his phone down and stared at his white ceiling, head full of thoughts, horrible thoughts eating him up alive, burying him down in the ground, standing in front of him, looking down at him. He felt his eyes got wet and he almost made a sound from the excitement since crying meant getting rid of this emotions and maybe even falling asleep from the exhausting. But his joy didn't last long when again, no tears came. He cursed and rolled over, now looking out from his open window, admiring how the moonlight came in the room, on the floor, almost touching his bed but not quite there yet. If he put his hand in front of him, he was sure it would touch him, maybe even feel what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Maybe it was here to share his emotions with him, maybe it felt sorry for him, pity him. Maybe it was there to give him some love since nobody else was doing it. He almost laughed at his desperate attempts to make the light come in his room more freely in his mind, like he was ordering or challenging it to dare and touch him, dare and feel him, dare to see what he was made of, dare to take his pain away.

Of course, his request was left unanswered.

He groaned and tried to close his eyes to fall asleep again but after helplessly turning and turning around he finally gave up and got used to the fact that today he wouldn't get any drop of sleep, he only hoped that he'd get so tired later that he'd just crash down on the bed, emotionlessly. His phone lit up with the notification from his tweeter, it seemed like he wasn't the only person up at this hour of the day, this early or this late, whatever you prefer to call it, somebody liked his tweet.

All of a sudden, the realization just hit him and he took his phone in his hand and went to the app.

His friend, his crush, the person he is talking to, whatever you want to call it, can understand.

And when that thought came into his head, he has a sudden and desperate urge to talk to him, to hear his voice. He looked at the time, 04:56, he must have been asleep right now. Robbe decided that he'd just text him to check, maybe, somehow he was awake too.

Are you up?

I really need somebody to talk to right now.

He waited a few minutes, nothing.

He really shouldn't be doing this, it's too late and he will wake him up, but he desperately needed to talk to him, the urge was so strong that he dared with all the confidence he had in his body and started audio call.

It rang and rang, until the call ended.

He probably has his phone on mute, he thought.

And decided to drop it.

He stared at his chat and was still log into it, didn't want to leave for some reason.

Looked at his username, "call me whatever you want" so mysterious. He didn't even know his name and was bothering him with his problems and even dared to call him at this time. He probably doesn't even want to meet Robbe, he just doesn't care, while he on the other hand, can't wait to see what he looks like, what he's like, to touch his hand, maybe even kiss him if they decided to give their relationship a chance. But Robbe would be satisfied with being only his friend too, no matter how much he craves his presence. He has never felt this kind of connecting before, well maybe he has, with Sander but that was different, Sander wasn't on the other side of the phone, he was here but somehow very far away at the same time. He was real but also unreachable for Robbe. Just there, living, existing and that was enough for Robbe, more than enough honestly.

He couldn't ask for more from him. But this person, this mysterious person somehow started to fill the void inside him, the void that was making him believe that he would never find somebody who could understand his true self, because he was understanding Robbe and was there for him even nobody else cared.

Maybe that was the destiny, maybe it was meant to be. Didn't Robbe believe in soulmates?

Maybe it was time for him to start being happy once and for all?

Was it too selfish to ask for a little bit of happiness?

He felt amazing about him, felt like he could finally breath freely around him and blinded and filled with this thoughts, he didn't even realize what he was doing, didn't even blink when he clicked on the calling button again.

* * *

Sander felt asleep very late, and he just started drifting off. He was extremely bored at nights when he was spending his evenings at home, alone with his thoughts.

Senne is a perfect help for that but now, he wasn't there and wouldn't be for a few days. Not that Sander should complain, the boy was doing so much already for him and he deserved to rest and be without Sander for a while too. Senne wouldn't admit but he was worried and stressed about Sander all the damn time. And Sander hated making his friend feel this way, bothering him and no matter how many times Senne would say that he was more than happy to help, Sander could see how much it was tiring for the boy to be around him sometimes,and he's so happy he's resting and having a good time right now, but he can't help being upset since he's all alone. His parents told him to stay with them but he didn't want to. The whole night was spent with him thinking about the situation he got hisself into and how to make everything right, but of course he couldn't find any new solution. He was so convinced that telling Robbe wasn't even worth it anymore for more than one reason, if somehow with a helping miracle, Robbe forgave him and be with him, their relationship wouldn't last, not with Sander being toxic, not with what Sander is capable of doing, breaking and hurting him, no matter how much he'd try to not do it, he doesn't even know him and he's already bringing so much pain to him, he can't even imagine what would happen if they were together.

But fuck, Sander can't stay away, he couldn't stay away since the day one and specially can't now, some force or blind string is pulling him towards that boy, that amazing boy, too perfect and unreachable for Sander.

Too far away.

Too impossible.

What he'd give to fix all this mess without having to hurt him, but the thought alone was unbelievable.

His mind is a very dangerous place, crying for help, somebody to accept him the way he is, with all his mistakes and flaws, somebody to love him for his own self and not just because of his looks or fame.

He wants to believe so hard that he will have it someday, that he deserves it but as one part of him hopefully says all this, the other part is evilly laughing at him, pointing fingers.

He's weak, he's lost and stuck, doesn't know what to do, he often feels this way but never like this, so helpless, so sad.

He's ready to give up anything but he doesn't want to. He wants to be with Robbe and love him, take care of him, be someone he can rely on, wants to spoil him with affection and presents. He doesn't even want a lot in return, that boy to love him, would be enough, would be the dream and the heaven.

Life isn't fair since they shouldn't have been in this situation right now, instead, they should be lying together, with Sander's hands roaming all over the boy's body, softly, gently, afraid he'd disappear so he'd hold him close, never let go, maybe even take him and run away with him, Robbe said yes, didn't he? Go somewhere very far away, where Sander didn't have to fake his identity, where he didn't have thousands of people staring at him, judging him, somewhere, anywhere but here, since this place only brings him pain and he doesn't know how much more he can handle before slipping up, crashing down and maybe even doing something unforgivable.

The pain this day became so much worse, that he was ready to do anything to make it disappear.

Anything.

Before he got his self in this mess and things got unhandily, he'd always imagine video calling Robbe, (maybe this got stuck in his head because that's how the celebrities on the YouTube tell their fans it's them when they are going undercover on their video) and he could see the image so clear in his head.

Robbe would pick up and stare blankly at his screen when Sander would appear and pop up, after a while, he'd just slam his laptop down and Sander would laugh so hard, would text him to ask why he hang up.

Even that dream was so far away, he was sure it wouldn't ever happen.

He tried telling him, but somehow something was always standing in his way, which in the end made him believe that the universe wasn't making it possible for them, as Robbe'd say.

And he didn't have any power left inside him to fight and win.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be if so many things were making it harder for him.

Or maybe that's exactly why it was meant to be?

He felt the vibration next to his head, but couldn't understand what was making that noise.

He felt extremely alone, the house was quiet and cold.

And so was his heart, ready to give all his love but wasn't able to.

What he'd give to have his fingers slipped in Robbe's hair, caressing it, pulling it, admiring it.

He will take it, whatever Robbe'd decide to give him, immediately.

Whatever Robbe thought that Sander deserved, any action or word.

And to answer that, Sander is ready to give anything that he owns, his body, heart and soul.

Robbe can just take it all how he want it.

The unknown vibration started again and made Sander more awake by each passing second.

He groaned and put his hand away from his head under the pillow, and touch his nightstand. After a few unsuccessful attempts to locate his phone which was now, freely making a lot of noice and making Sander's ears hurt, he finally touched and took it.

The light coming from it, was too bright and he didn't want to open his eyes.

He was too tired and wasn't that wide awake to realize that somebody was calling him so late, and almost nobody calls that late at night if they don't have horrible news.

He opened one eye a little bit to see where the green answer button was so he could make this sound stop.

Usually, he wouldn't answer but now it felt like, his answer was needed, and still having no idea who it was because he didn't see the name, he pushed the button and took the phone to his right ear.

"Hello?"

The world stopped and the silence overpowered everything more than it was already doing.

"Hello?" He tried again and got a little worried that somebody from the other side of the line needed help but couldn't say it.

He took his phone away from his ear to see who was calling but at the same time, the phone lit up and blind him so he put it back to its previous place and closed his eyes again, slowly getting used to the fact that he has been woken up.

"I'm listening." He added and thought that it was probably a prank call coming from some kids who were having a sleepover right now and we're dialing random numbers.

Some kind of sound was heard from the phone and he listened closely but couldn't figure out what or who it was, he couldn't figure out anything.

And finally, the one who so rudely woke him up, spoke.

"S-s-sander?"

There was something about that voice, so surprised and scared, as if they couldn't believe their ears, that made Sander worried, his heart started beating fast for some reason.

"Yes?" He asked again, now trying harder to get the person to say, whatever they wanted.

Still silence.

So deadly silence.

Sander was about to ask another question when the line ended.

His eyebrows got pushed together from the confusion and finally decided to sat up, and took his phone in both of his hands.

The first thing he saw after what time was it, was a twitter notification which was a missed call, 7 minutes ago.

The realization started making his mind spin, his knees started shaking.

He didn't want to make any guesses until he was very sure, so with his heavy breathing, he opened the app and there it was.

One missed call from Robbe right under "the audio call started."

"Fuck." He whispered, and couldn't believe his eyes.

It was Robbe.

He stared at his chat so intensely as if what happened just a moment ago, would disappear and erase itself from existing if Sander tried it harder.

He pulled out his hair until his scalp started hurting and he was sure the hair would fall out if he pulled it more.

He couldn't breath anymore.

"Fuck." He yelled out and threw his phone across his room. It hit one of the poster he had on his wall and the glass shattered, after two seconds he heard his phone hit the ground. His eyesight got blurry.

Chapter 5.1

#and here we go #wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #robbe ijzermans #robbe x sander #sander driesen #social media au

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the-god-of-ruining-good-shit · 3 years

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@sociophobia459 @casey-bean @sandistrudel @aftershockspark and anyone else viewing

This may be the last thing I post on anything, ever. Unless I can be talked out of it by my best friend @depressedsidecharacter, a friend on discord, a friend on Xbox, or one of you, I will be committing suicide soon. I have lost damn near every reason to live and don’t feel like I can go on. It might just be the mental illness talking, but I really feel at a loss. I have almost nothing left, and if you see a post after this, then I have successfully been talked out of it. I might have had a bright future once, but that has all but faded and nothing remains of it. Germany? Finland? Getting a male genitalia and keeping my female genitalia? Broken dreams lost to everything else. No money, no supporting family, so few friends I only need one hand to count them, nothing.

Lili, my Russia is by a creek crying his eyes out and, being a representation of me, is contemplating and planning to go through with suicide, Æ will never get the painting, Franklin will fail to do more with himself, Tennessee will never see her foster parent again and will never find any love, Damir, Iskra, Emelia,and Wilt will get separated and never see each other again, the two horrible Kievans will never face justice, the rest of the Kievans will never see their sons again, the Mons with either suffer or prosper in the wrong way, and all the Ru’s will be lost without their papas. Anyways, I’ve known you for a little over a year, and you’re wonderful and kind. Keep it up and don’t be like me. Ever. I will haunt you if you do.

Socio, you are all a wonderful person who deserves the best in life no matter how long it will take you to get there. You are a wonderful and best friend(s). Hold strong and never let go of hope.

Casey, keep being the awesome bean you are.

Spark, I apologize for getting upset when an old ass artwork was used in a video without my knowledge, permission, or credit. You were right that it wasn’t a big deal and had been there for years, it would be useless to say anything about it now. And I’m still very sorry for how I acknowledged your other amino accounts in other communities in such a way. I truly enjoyed our roleplays together even if, when looking back, they were a bit cringe on my end.

Sammy, oooh Sammy, where do I begin! You’ve been my best friend since at least 2017, and you have been there for me just about every step of the way on my internet journey. From the moment we met on quotev to now, you have been my best friend in the whole world. Our cringy roleplays, that one time autocorrect changed plop into poop when referring to plopping on a couch, our massively chaotic BFF energy, and your everything. I have had crushes on you, and even had a suicide pact with you at one point! Remember that dragon roleplay in dms that one time...? Or that hetalia x ch/cb/SH/everything in between roleplay? Or how I’ve pestered you since December about the parasitoid wasp roleplay? Or that time soundwave and Fantasy was forced into a relationship by our cringy roleplay antics back then? Good times. I miss those. I still remember your lovely cat skull and the fact you’re a witch. I know you’re an Anarchist. I know so much about you, and I always associate you with teal and scarlet. I hope you get to France or Italy to get that culinary degree, and I hope you and your bf have a great life together. You matter so much to me, and I know I matter to you, but I feel like that’s just about where I stop mattering now. I’m just one soul in the sea of billions of others. There are plenty of people just like me, and I wish you luck. I hope you get out of your abusive household soon.

As of Monday, June 21st of 2021, the day of writing this, you may expect me to be feeling sad or in some sort of non-physical pain, when I’m truth, I feel numb. I just feel numb. My idol stepped away from what got me to idolize him, some of my closest friends abandoned me, and my favorite people departed. Most of this was within less than a year. I’ve gotten accustomed to loss, and surely it will be no different if I am a loss. Goodbye.

Wendi Golden, 15, logging off for possibly the last time.

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lovingthekpoplife · 4 years

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Meeting McDreamy

Doctor!Jin x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: medical procedure, embarrassment, and very slight alluding to oral sex.

Storyline: Doctor AU, where Jin is your gynecologist. You meet him for the first time that day, and are utterly shocked and embarrassed. Annoying but endearing flatmate Jungkook, and fluffy ending!

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You sat in the waiting room of the clinic, biting your nails as you impatiently waited for your name to be called. Your eyes were fixated on the clock on the wall opposite you, counting every second that passed. Truth be told, you didn’t want to be there, and you thought your reluctance was perfectly reasonable. After all, no person enjoys a visit with their OBGYN. There’s something particularly embarrassing about another person grilling you for information on your sex life, and your genitals, before they sit you on that dreaded table. You always feel so vulnerable when your legs are propped up on those damned stirrups, with your privates displayed for anyone to see. There is nothing dignified about that position.

You swing your legs a little, as your eyes still stare at the hands of that damned clock clock on the wall, hoping somehow that you can fast-forward time until after your appointment. Anything to bypass the awkwardness. And you know, you know that the doctor will have seen plenty of other “bits” in their career, hell, they have probably had at least 10 other patients that day alone, but you still feel embarrassed.

“Miss Y/N L/N,” The nurse calls you over, with a warm smile. You notice something about her eyes that makes you hesitate, but you stand up and walk over nonetheless.

“Yes?” You ask, feeling that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. You have to fight the urge to bit your nails again.

“Ah… Dr. Oh has had to leave due to a family emergency just now, we have another doctor on call if you would like to switch?” She explained hesitantly.

“Yeah, sure” anything to get out of there as quickly as possible.

She smiled with relief, and walked you down the hall, to a door with a plaque on the front that read “Dr. Kim”. You knocked, and let yourself in.

And then it all made sense to you. You suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to cover yourself from head to toe with a blanket, and cocoon forever. You would never ever be able to forget this appointment.

“Ah, Miss L/N, nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Kim Seokjin and I will be your physician today” Said the most handsome man you had ever seen. Not even in your dreams could you have conjured a face as beautiful as his. He looked like he belonged on a medical drama, not in your very real doctor’s office. He looked handsome, beautiful, ethereal, god-like, dreamy. McDreamy…. Where had you heard that before? You were probably infringing some form of copyright.

“H-hi” You croaked out. You could feel yourself begin to sweat. Why. WHY?!

“If it’s okay with you, I will close this curtain so you can remove your jeans and underwear, and when you are done sit on this bed. If you can do it on your own, put your legs on the stirrups and scoot down as far as you can go without falling off the bed!” He explained, chuckling at his own joke. You laughed along nervously, your voice shaky and your heart thumping in your chest.

He closed the curtain around the bed, and left you to your own devices. You wanted to scream. Why Dr. Oh? WHY?!

You quickly removed the clothes on the lower half of your body and thanked the heavens that you had kept your legs and your privates reasonably well groomed. You sat on the bed, and did as Dr. McDreamy told you, before grabbing a modesty blanket that you quickly covered yourself with. Ah, Grey’s Anatomy! Well, Derek Shepherd has nothing on Seokjin. Oh boy, how your heart raced at the thought of your doctor’s perfect features.

“I-I’m done here sir!” You called out, voice shaking. You readied yourself, hands clenching around the modesty blanket. Your eyes focused on your hands, because you knew that if you took one look at that beautiful face, you would blush so red you might faint.

“Okay!” He called out, his warm, soothing voice doing everything but put you at ease. Even his voice was beautiful.

He quickly moved the curtain aside so he could enter, and closed it again before walking towards your spread legs. He sat on a small stool, and began examining you with gloved hands. You felt yourself tense. His hands on you were doing things to you that were verging on sinful. You prayed he didn’t notice.

“Are you over 25 Y/N?” He asked, you squeaked out a weak ‘yes’

“Have you had a pap smear done yet?” He asked, looking up towards your face. Your eyes flickered towards his briefly, and you immediately looked away.You shook your head vigorously.

“Is it okay if we do one today? It’s recommended to start getting them done regularly after the age of 25.” He told you, and you froze. Your eyes opened wide, like a deer caught in the headlights.

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s a little uncomfortable I have been told, but it shouldn’t be painful” He explained quickly, looking a bit flustered by your reaction. You sighed.

“Okay…” You nodded your head firmly. He nodded back, and moved away to gather the tools.

He showed you all of the tools and explained what they were and what they would be used for. He then talked you through the whole procedure, and explained each step as he was taking it, cracking terrible dad jokes in between. All in all, you ended up feeling relatively relaxed. As relaxed as a woman who was a mad crush on her gynecologist who she just met can ever be anyway.

“Well, I think that should be it. I’m going to go over and log your file and let you get dressed” He explained, as he pushed the cart with the specimens aside. You quickly dressed yourself up again, and both hoped you would never see Dr Kim again, and also hoped he would fall madly in love with you somehow. Part of you wanted to imagine he would ask you out on a date before you left the door. But you also knew he would get into huge trouble if he did. You sighed, maybe you were just never meant to be.

“The results should be out in 4 weeks, we will send you a letter, but it seemed okay visually. Other than that, you seem to be in good health. For your next visit you should be back with Dr. Oh, she is your regular doctor. It was a pleasure meeting you Miss L/N” He told you with a dazzling smile, that made your heart flutter and your stomach fill with the soft flutters of butterflies.

“It was lovely meeting you too, Doctor,” You spoke honestly, although your cheeks blushed a deep red. You bowed to him, and walked out of his office as elegantly as you could muster, which was not very elegantly at all.

You rushed back home, feeling utterly embarrassed, but also like you were floating on air. When you got back in, you slammed the door shut behind you and squealed into your hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jungkook asked you from the sofa, where he was playing some shooting game you didn’t care to remember the name of.

“I had my appointment today, and… IT WAS A MALE DOCTOR!” You screamed, as you plopped down beside Jungkook on the sofa, and squeezed a pillow tightly in your arms.

“So? I thought you didn’t care about that stuff,” He asked, side-eyeing you, as he continued to play his game.

“I don’t but this guy was HOT! I am talking, mouth watering, earth shatteringly hot. Like a Greek God incarnate. He made my insides quiver. He made my legs shake just from looking at his face” You explained exasperatedly.

“Gross,” He replied, scrunching his nose.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a butt. I see you drool all over that poster of IU in your room” You tell your roommate, who turns to look at you wide eyed and utterly offended.

“For starters I do not DROOL! And secondly, it is gross that you have a crush on your vagina-doctor. He just looked at you all clinical down there” He complained, just as he died in the game. He tossed his controller aside, crossed his arms and turned to look at you with a huff.

“And that’s precisely why it’s so tragical. Maybe if I met him at a cafe like a normal human being, he would fall in love with me and we would ride off into the sunset and have absurdly perfect-looking children” You threw yourself over Jungkook’s legs dramatically.

“You’re such a weirdo” He pushed you off him, rolling his eyes.

“But you loooveee me” You teased, poking him in the chest. He smiled at this.

“I have no choice, you have been glued to my side since preschool, you eventually kind of grew on me squirt” He retaliated, ruffling your hair.

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About two weeks later, Jungkook and you met at a cafe outside his office for a quick, after-work snack. You noticed he was already waiting in line, and rushed over, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Ugh, you again” he teased, rolling his eyes. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“You should pity me, I have to deal with seeing your ugly face all the time” You bit back, smirking. He narrowed his eyes at you, puffing his cheek, as he pushed your shoulder lightly with his hand.

It should have been a light, harmless push. I mean, it didn’t even hurt. However, you lost your footing, slipped, and bumped into the person waiting in line in front of you.

“I’m so sorr-” Your words were cut off in your throat when you looked up, and your eyes met the beautiful brow eyes of none other than Kim Seokjin. He was smiling at you like he had just won a prize.

“Oh… Dr. Kim, I’m so sorry!” You apologised profusely, bowing your head.

“Ah! I’m not in the clinic, so I’m just Seokjin now,” He smiled, shrugging, and rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes quickly flickered towards Jungkook, and his expression stiffened ever so slightly. You immediately noticed. You might normally be a dumbass, but you are fantastic at reading body-language. You would have been a detective, had your lack of interest in keeping fit deterred you from even trying to join the police force.

“Ah, Doc- Seokjin, this is my flatmate Jungkook,” You introduced your friend, pointing towards him with your whole hand.

Jungkook’s lips immediately broke into a gigantic Cheshire grin, the wheels in his brain turning. He knew all about your appointment with Dr. McDreamy. You knew that look, and knew it meant nothing good.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seokjin, I’ve heard a lot about you” His voice dripped with sugary sweetness. You gave him a warning glare, but Jungkook’s smile only widened.

“Ah, is that so?” Seokjin’s eyes flickered back to you, and he raised an eyebrow. You could see a slight cheeky smirk begin to form on Seokjin’s face.

“Oh, look it’s your turn Seokjin!” You immediately pointed towards the barista calling for the next customer. Perfect deflection technique, God Y/N, you would make a perfect Ninja.

“Oh shoot!” Jin called out, before shuffling over. You took the opportunity to pinch the life out of the inside of Jungkook’s bicep.

“Ah ahhhh what the fuck!” he hissed, as he swatted your hand away. You did a slicing motion on your neck with your index finger, then pointed straight at his face. He gulped slightly, remembering that time he tried to prank you, and you took revenge by putting hair removal cream in his shampoo.

Once Seokjin had finished ordering, you walked up to the barista, and ordered your and Jungkook’s drinks to go. You needed to get out of there stat. She rang them in, and you readied yourself to put your card in the card reader when a large hand stopped you.

“Ah, let me” Seokjin told you, his cheeks blushed pink, but the rest of his face remained impassive.

“Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to” You quickly tried to push your card in the machine. But his grip on your hand tightened.

“Please?” Seokjin begged, and you relented. His eyes lit up beautifully. You couldn’t help but smile. He looked like a child on Christmas day. Super cute doctor is trying to give you free coffee? Could you be any more pleased?

When your coffees were ready to go, Jungkook quickly picked his, and began walking towards the door.

“Ah, I forgot I left this thing at work. I have to go get it before they close. Thank you for the coffee Seokjin!” He called, before darting out the door and sending a cheeky wink your way.

“What the hell did he forget?” You muttered to yourself.

“I think it was a trick to leave us alone,” Jin explained, grinning over the edge of his coffee mug.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Ah, Y/N, I know this is probably awkward because I was your doctor for a day. But I am technically not YOUR doctor, so it’s not unethical, but I was kind of, maybe, wondering if you’d like to go out with me some time?” He asked, awkwardly, shyly, nothing like the man who had told you silly jokes during your appointment.

“You want to go out with me?” You asked dumbly. He nodded.

“Of course. You are beautiful, and silly, and I love it when you blush. I just wish I could see you blush from something I did, and not because the situation is awkward” He explained, making you blush a deep red. Yep, nothing more awkward than having a beautiful man with his head stuck between your legs, examining you instead of… you know.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” He laughed to himself. And suddenly you were able to hear it, a distinctive windshield wiper sound to his laugh. It was so comical it made you start laughing yourself.

“And are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” You asked him, and he nodded.

“As long as you aren’t my patient from here on, it should be fine” He explained.

“Well, I say we could start our first date now, no?” you cheekily replied, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Good! I know the best seat in this cafe” He told you, as he guided you towards a table by the window, where you could spot Jungkook waiting at the bus-stop, looking at you and giving you two thumbs up. You rolled your eyes, but returned the thumbs up. Oh boy, Jungkook was never going to let you forget he is the best wingman on Earth.

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kingneptunesthinninghead · 3 years

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In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? i love me some mcdonald’s fries.

Are there hurricanes where you live? they happen every once in a while

What do you hate the most about yourself? I'd really rather not get into this right about now. same

What song are you listening to right now? nothing but catch fire by 5sos is stuck in my head.

What was your first concert? brad paisley 🤠.

What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? willy wonka and the chocolate factory

Who did you last say “I love you” to? My sister. probably same

Do you like pumpkin pie? it’s about the only pie i DO like.

Do you know anyone named Austin? no one i like

Do you know anyone who is having a baby? my friend just gave birth to a baby about a week ago

What was the last thing you cried about? i cried in the car on the way home from work last night while listening to jet black heart lmaooo.

Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? i dont drink milk.

Do you think you are an argumentative person? Definitely not. agreed, i’m conflict avoidant to a fault

How many deep dark secrets do you have? i dont think i have any

What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? the hot wings from bonchon were pretty f’n spicy

Who last called you sexy? i dont remember

Would you class yourself as a good role model? i think for the most part

Are you scared of the dark? sometimes i am

Do you have a motto? nah.

Who did you last see on webcam? my club committee from school

Do you need a haircut? i just got one about a month ago so not atm

How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? that would be impossible considering she’s in menopause and has her tubes tied

You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? no one i hate facebook

Would you rather exercise alone or with other people? most of the time alone but sometimes i’ll exercise with my sister or in a structured workout class

What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? any bc i suck at video games

Ever watch the show Supernatural? nope

Ever heard of flavored honey? If so, what’s you’re favorite flavor? i’ve heard of it but never tried it

Do you remember what your favorite show was when you were little? i went thru hardcore icarly and victorious phases, also LOVED spongebob

Do you put anything besides cheese on grilled cheese sandwiches? sometimes i’ll do bacon on mine

When it comes to books, what do you think is the “perfect” amount of pages? the length of a book has never deterred me from reading it, ever.

Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving? maybe

Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? not to toot my own horn but me

Are any of your fingers or toes deformed? What about the nails? no

When is the last time you cried? didnt i already answer this

Would you ever date somebody that has been divorced more than once? mm prob not

What are some stereotypically nerdy things that you like? i guess marvel and space would count

Have you ever attended a wedding that ended where the bride and groom didn’t actually get married? What happened? no but i’ve attended several weddings of people who have quickly divorced

What scares you the most about becoming a mother (hypothetically, if you don’t want to have children)? raising them to be a good well adjusted person.

Would you ever want a job in fashion? What would you enjoy about that type of job? prob not

Would you ever be a surrogate mother? nope

What do you think would be the best and worst parts about being a twin? i would love having that strong of a bond with someone and having someone to go thru life with but i would also feel like i never had anything that was truly mine esp in early childhood

Do you feel that your childhood was more rough compared to others around you? my childhood was great compared to a lot of peoples and i’m extremely thankful for that

How would you react if you found out today that you were actually adopted? i would feel betrayed that i’d lied to for 20 years

Have either of your parents ever cheated on one another before, that you know of? How would you react if you found out today that one of them cheated? not that i know of and again i would feel crushed and betrayed

Do you like cleaning and organizing? when i’m in the mood for it

How would you react if you found out you were infertile? If you don’t plan on having kids to begin with, what is a long-term goal you’d be crushed to find out was impossible to achieve? i would definitely be upset bc i want to have at least one biological kid but in the end i would find just as much joy from adopting a child and giving them a loving home.

Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? it depends on what other factors are in my life at the time

Have you ever been robbed? no

Is anyone close to you an alcoholic? my friend at college and that’s not even a joke that’s genuine. i think he’s getting the help he needs tho which is good

Have you ever dumped anyone? no

What kind of tea do you drink? I hate tea. same it tastes like dish water

Do you know anyone in a gang? No, and I hope I never do. same

What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? omg i still remember this bc i was blown away by how sweet it was. so in 9th grade i had one friend in my pe class and idek how we started talking but we just stuck by each other bc we didn’t have anyone else and we sat at our own table right by the teacher’s desk in health class and we actually became pretty close friends throughout the year well anyway i mentioned my birthday was coming up and she asked me what i wanted and i was like no you don’t have to and she was like do you want flowers and i was like sure why not and i didn’t think she was gonna actually do it but then on my birthday she shows up to health class with these beautiful purple flowers and i was so shocked that she actually got them for me so yeah i’ve never forgotten that ever. she moved away after that year and i never saw her again but i hope she’s doing well

What is your orientation? Gay? Straight? Metrosexual? straight but i have questioned before.

Have you ever done anything really dangerous or illegal with friends? nothing too wild

Name three feelings you’re feeling right now: bored, content, excited

And the reasons for these feelings? bored bc i’m at work, content bc i like the way my life is going rn, excited bc i get to go back to school and see all my college friends soon.

How do you feel about your life right now? pretty pleased at the moment

Is it easy for you to like yourself? Why or why not? no. it’s a conscious choice to like yourself that you have to make everyday and some days that choice is easier to make than others

What subjects come naturally to you? English, some aspects of science. agree with this, i’m very good at english and i understand some science

What subjects do not? MATH

Do you read more fiction or more non-fiction books? fiction but sometimes i like a good non fiction book.

How has today been for you? pretty good nothing too exciting

What did you do? watched tv and went to work

Are there any candles lit in the room you’re in? no

Are there any lava lamps near you? nope.

Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats. agree i have 4

Are any of your friends a pothead? yes, several

What’s a goal you’re trying to accomplish soon? start working out consistently again and get into therapy.

Are you a high maintenance person? nope

The last time you yelled as loud as you could, what was the reason? i was at a karaoke night

Have you ever been heartbroken? yep

Who did that to you? my ex crush

Did you go through an ugly stage as a kid? ohhhh yeah

The last type of sandwich you made or ate: a ham and cheese sandwich with pepperoni and mayo

The last time you spent most of the day in bed: when i was at school and i had stayed up until 6am the night before.

The last friend or acquaintance you made: my coworker

The last thing you took pictures of: a rainbow

The last time you were scared: when i thought a car was following me the other night

The last thing you looked up online: manic panic hair dye.

The last thing you disagreed with: i don’t remember.

Does your house have a separate laundry room? yep

Do your parents still help you financially? yes, a lot

Does your car have a backup camera? nope.

Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? not to where they’ve been arrested

Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? my childhood cat lived to be 18 which was pretty impressive.

What was the last strong scent you smelled? my cat’s fart

Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly? no way

Is your bed against more than one of your walls? nope

Have you ever been attracted to someone’s parent? um yes some people i know have dilfs i’m sorry

Have you ever pole danced before? no

Have you ever broken into someone’s house? no.

Have you ever seen a live bat? yup at a beach house in the obx

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? i bought bonchon for my friends and i one time which was just about $100

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? no

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? as little time as possible.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? i had one math teacher in high school that consistently made me feel dumb bc i needed extra help to understand the concepts and couldn’t do mental math that fast so didnt like her

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? closest i’ve been was second row

Are your parents supportive of you? yep

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myghostmonument · 4 years

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13 x Reader: Breathe

Notes: Jenny, posting a WAY overdue 13xreader request? More likely than you think. I let this one get away from me (shocker!) and it’s definitely not as tight or polished as I’d like prose-wise, but I hope you all enjoy it regardless. This one is also gender-neutral for the reader, can I get a wahoo? Summary: You find yourself sick with guilt over the events of the witch hunt in Lancashire, unable to stop reliving the moment when the Doctor was plunged into the lake and you did nothing to save her. Sleep offers no respite from the memories, and desperate to remind yourself that the Doctor is alive and well, you go looking for her while everyone else sleeps. Warnings: none? unless like me you’re still very much not over this episode, WC: 5500 smh

Breathe, you reminded yourself.

Again, and again. Breathe. A blur of sensations flowed past your awareness without being truly registered: sound, colour, movement. The voices of your friends, and some other people too. An entire conversation. Movement, including your own. Life was happening, yet it passed right through you. You just put one foot in front of the other, and eventually you had found yourself in the TARDIS, with no real memory of arriving there. Breathe. “So! Where to next? Past? Future? Present? Nobody ever thinks about the present, but there are so many presents happening all over the place - ” The Doctor had thrown off her coat as she reached the console, and was darting around it, her hands moving almost as fast as her words. Graham, Yaz and Ryan shared a look, considering. “I think it’s your turn to pick,” Yaz told Ryan, who pursed his lips. The Doctor’s head poked around the main crystal, eyes bright as she waited for the answer. The soft, muted light of the room didn’t so much illuminate her features as much as it suffused them, as if she too were a gently glowing crystal. You reminded yourself to breathe again as you watched her. She was safe, smiling, alive. Breathe. “Presently I just want my bed,” Ryan announced finally. “One that’s not stuffed with hay.” The Doctor made a face. “Yeah, sleeping first sounds good,” Yaz agreed. “Sorry,” she added as the Doctor’s grimace deepened. “Well I wasn’t gonna say it but now that you have,” Graham began, before yawning. The Doctor’s grimace shifted into a full-on nose-wrinkled scrunch as her eyes moved to you, imploring. Breathe. In truth, you wanted to rest too. But when you tried to say that, the words got lost along the way, pushed aside. “Are you okay?” you asked, instead. The Doctor blinked, momentarily startled. Then her easy expression slid back into place and she turned away, busying herself at the controls. When she spoke her voice was breezy. “Okay? Of course I’m okay. You know me, I’m always okay. I’m the King of okay. Or should it be Queen now?” The Doctor paused, head falling to the side as she considered this. Breathe, you reminded yourself again. “I’d say go with your gut on this one,” Graham advised, yawning again. The Doctor wrinkled her nose. “Seems an unnecessary distinction, really,” she groused, sounding disapproving now, as if personally disappointed with gender constructs and titles. “You lot spend too much time worrying about that stuff.” “Hey, what’ve we said about talking potshots at humans?” Graham complained, and the Doctor flapped an unimpressed hand at him as she resumed darting around the console. “Anyway Doc, you’re the one as brought it up - ” Yaz and Ryan both groaned. “I’m not getting into this again,” Yaz announced, turning away. “I’ll see you all after a hot shower and a long nap. Stay out of trouble till then, yeah?” “That’d be a first,” Ryan said, following Yaz towards the corridor that led to everyone’s rooms. “Oi! I am perfectly capable of staying out of trouble, thank you,” the Doctor called indignantly to their retreating backs. “See that’s the problem with a flat team structure, you get no respect,” Graham observed philosophically. “Can’t have it both ways, Doc.” He was grinning, but it turned into yet another yawn. “Right. Bed. You coming, love?” The last words were directed at you, and you tore your eyes away from the Doctor to glance at him. “Yeah, in a minute,” you muttered, shifting your feet. Your eyes had already moved back to the Doctor, or what you could see of her anyway, hunched over the console. You didn’t see the appraising look on Graham’s face as he eyed the two of you. You didn’t even hear him leave. You were still watching her. Breathe. “Not tired then?” the Doctor asked after a while, not immediately looking at you. It wasn’t uncommon for her to spend hours absorbed in tinkering with the TARDIS, but you felt that she was purposely finding reasons to avoid your gaze as she shifted around. When you were silent for too long, she finally straightened up and met your gaze. Her hair was slightly wavy, and she’d already collected a smudge of grease on her cheek. And though her expression was politely inquisitive, there was something about the console’s glow that highlighted the hollows under her eyes, and the tightness around her mouth. It had been there ever since she’d come out of that lake. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked again. You weren’t sure that it was your place to ask it, but if not you, then who? Surely someone had to care for her, because you were starting to doubt that she ever did. Breathe. “ ‘Course,” the Doctor repeated. “No need to worry. Not the first time someone’s found me annoying enough to chuck in a lake.” Your face clearly reflected your unassuaged concerns, because she gifted you her brightest smile. “Get some rest, go on then. I promise not to jump in any bodies of water in the meantime.” Still you hesitated, unwilling to turn your back on her. Unwilling to leave her alone, to not be there for her again. You looked at her, hunched over the console. She was softly lit, her hair glowing golden and almost translucent in places. She looked very small as she stood there, a lone star glimmering in the depths of space, and you wanted nothing so much as to cross that looming distance and wrap your arms around her, as if you could hold her so fiercely that you might somehow - fix everything. As if you could keep her from being thrown in that lake, from being touched in fear and anger and violence. And as if you could finally hold her long enough to convince yourself that she was here, she was real. Was safe. Could not she feel this need? It was pulling at you like the forces of gravity, towards her. Always, towards her. Sometimes you thought she noticed it, that she must feel it too, this pull. When your eyes would touch from across a room, or a battlefield, or a table, you thought surely - surely she feels this too, the universe bending around us, surely - Breathe.

It didn’t matter. She wasn’t - she wasn’t yours to claim, or to look after. You certainly could not go to her, not in the way that burned through your veins with such painful need. Lingering here like this, asking after the Doctor’s well-being… that was dangerous enough. Uncharted territory, in which you didn’t know the boundaries. Certainly it wasn’t your place to comfort the Doctor, and not when she was so relentlessly cheerful in the face of your concern. (But it not your place, then who's? Who’s? Breathe.) So, you did as you always did, and resisted the pull, maintaining a careful hold on your emotions. Your feelings for her… they were vast, deep. Unexplored, and perhaps best left that way. When the Doctor glanced up at you again, still smiling, you ignored that jerk on your heart (on your soul, oh, breathe) and you smiled back. Weakly, perhaps. But a smile nonetheless. “No lakes,” you said. “Cross my hearts,” the Doctor said solemnly. And so you left her, alone in the dim console. And shortly after you fell into your bed, alone in your dim room. You stared at the wall for what felt like hours, trying and failing to not replay the memory, that memory, to not see her bound and drowned. Over, and over. Alone, watched by many and helped by none. Was it any wonder that your gradual slide into sleep afforded you no respite from the memories? If anything, the dreams allowed the scenes to become brighter, sharper, slower. More cruel. The wind in your dream was cutting and cold as you stood again on the lake’s edge, colder even than it had been on that day. You felt that it was paring you away one bit at a time, stripping away flesh and muscle and emotions and leaving only stark, raw truth behind. Because you had realized the truth of you, standing there surrounded by your friends. You were a coward. You had to be. Only a coward would stand frozen as they watched their friend (as if friend was even an adequate word to describe her, to hold the shape and history and the essence of what the Doctor was, what she had become to you) was ritualistically chained to a log and drowned. It hadn’t happened fast, or without warning. There had been a process, conversations. It had been an event. And you had just stood there, with Ryan and Graham and Yaz, while the wind knifed through you and revealed your true selves. There were plenty of reasons (excuses) why you didn’t act, any of you. Shock, certainly, and denial that this was happening at all. A lingering confidence that the Doctor was just playing along, and would never let herself actually be caught… be be chained… be mocked… be dunked - “No - “ with the word you jerked awake, terror flooding your limbs and crushing your chest. You sat up, drawing in a shuddering breath. You could feel your hands shaking. Your eyes were open, but the dream - the memories - continued their relentless flood, and you saw it again and again, the Doctor plunging into the lake, bound, mocked, alone. Saw again the water close over her head. You had finally acted, then. Maybe it was because of the four of you, you had the most to lose… or perhaps just the least faith. But when the Doctor had plunged into the water, something in you had broken. You might have screamed (you had) as your vision had gone white, lights exploding behind your eyes. Your frozen legs had leaped forwards, shoes slipping in the mud, hands reaching, reaching for her, even as the ripples and bubbles on the lake quelled. But you hadn’t even been able to act retroactively, hadn’t been able to even try. Because long before you made it to the water that had gone terrifyingly still, a vise had clamped around you, binding your arms to your side. Keeping you from her. You knew you had screamed that time. It was the same scream that had lingered on your lips as you jerked awake, back on the TARDIS. You hadn’t actually been bound, of course. In reality it had been Ryan’s arms around you. Very cognizant of both his coordination abilities and the fact that he was easily the largest member of the Team, it was rare for Ryan to access his strength. Rarer still, for him to use it against anyone. But when the King had cried “duck her”, when you had stopped breathing and watched those cold waters close over the Doctor’s head and had leaped after her, when you had screamed, Ryan had used every bit of his size and strength to catch you and hold you to him. “You can’t, you can’t, it won’t help - ” he had pleaded, his own voice breaking, his own arms trembling with the need to go to her, to save her, this extraordinary woman who you were all just watching die. You’d have to apologize to him. You had the lingering suspicion you might have kicked his shins; you knew you had scrabbled at his arms, ripping your nails on his coat and probably wounding him. And he had borne it all. Had held you, kept you safe, even in the face of his own agony and rage and fear. (Yeah, you’d definitely need to be apologizing to him.) But you weren’t thinking about that yet, as you swung your legs off the bed and gripped the sheets with shaking hands. Your ribs felt too tight, a band of pressure that your heart threw itself against, again and again. You swallowed hard, shutting your eyes and burying your face in hands that still shook. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around how close you all had come to losing her (and how much it affected you, hollowed you out and left a gaping void where something else, something happy had once been). Oh, the Doctor could gloss it over with her normal disregard for such petty human fears like drowning, or death. It’d take more than a few minutes in a lake and some rubbish chains to be rid of me, she’d declared, complete with her signature cheeky grin. But you weren’t so sure. Again and again, your re-lived it. Those clever, slender hands in chains. The wind, lifting strands of her hair. Her silhouette, alone on the edge of the water as everyone backed away. Her eyes, as the water closed over her head. The silence that followed it. That silence… you didn’t think you’d ever forget it. It had found its way in you, into that void, and somehow its presence eft you even more hollow. “No, no, no,” you gasped, you chest rising and falling jerkily. You just couldn’t stop seeing it. Couldn’t stop living it. The Doctor, your Doctor, and you had just stood there and let violence happen to her. Your fists pounded the mattress on either side of you as you gasped in a shuddering breath, lest your lingering fear and shame choke you. You had to see her again. You had to - you had to make sure she was still here. Breathing, laughing, safe. Maybe then you could sleep. Maybe then you could start to live with yourself again. You didn’t have the faintest idea what time it was, or how long you had been sleeping. There weren’t any clocks in your room, or you suspected anywhere else on the TARDIS. That seemed on-brand for the Doctor (although an entire room devoted to clocks would also be on-brand, she was just like that). And you’d lost your mobile several adventures ago. It probably didn’t matter. Even if was still the dead of whatever passed as night on the TARDIS, you figured the Doctor was unlikely to be sleeping. You’d never actually seen her sleep, and she was remarkably offhand and vague about it whenever the subject was broached. Ryan had a whole conspiracy theory about it. So, your hands still shaking and your throat still tight with that choking mixture of fear and shame, you stood up and left your room. Your breathing steadied some as you walked, now that you were moving and had a goal. You just needed to see her, and then maybe you could rest. (You knew that was probably a lie. But it was better than nothing. Seeing her was always better than anything.) But she wasn’t in the main console room. It still glowed with soft light and softer humming, but with no familiar form of the Doctor darting to and fro, it seemed suddenly… wrong, as you loitered in a doorway and looked up at those massive crystals. You didn’t feel like an intruder, precisely, but your skin still prickled with unease as you gazed out at the shadowed, empty room that normally rang with such laughter and noise and life. The quiet struck a chord in you, something that resonated painfully with that hollow place where your heart had been. This was what it would be like if she had actually - if she was truly - if - “No,” you gasped, clutching the door frame with one hand while the other fisted at your side. No. “I have to see her. Then I’ll know - then I can - I have to see her.” Silence, save for your ragged breathing, in and out. In and out. Then something hummed in your ear. You jumped and straightened, turning to see a flashing light along the wall. It pulsed, then vanished, reappearing several yards farther down the corridor. You eyed it, then glanced over your shoulder at the main console. “Uh, am I meant to follow?” you voiced, hesitantly. The Doctor was never entirely clear on how sentient this timeship of hers actually was, and in this dark empty room, with the echoes of your dream still thrumming in your blood… it was easy to lose what tenuous grasp on reality you had left. The console remained silent, but the lights flickered again, brighter. Annoyed? “Right, sorry,” you said. What else was there to do? You followed them, because lead you they did. Deeper into the TARDIS, areas you’d never seen before. You weren’t sure if you traveled a great distance or merely a few steps; time seemed to loosen its hold on you, gentling and blurring its edges. You reached another doorway, and blinked as the lights that had been your sole focus and companion dimmed and vanished. You felt surprisingly bereft without them. Wait, you wanted to say. Come back, don’t leave me. But the words died before they reached your lips, because you’d edged closer to the doorway and all at once you forgot everything but her, her. The TARDIS had led you to the Doctor, just as you’d asked. Real, breathing, alive. “Thank you,” you whispered, your hand finding the wall as you blinked back sudden tears, your knees sagging with the relief that surged through you. “Oh, thank you.” Warmth bloomed beneath your palm as the TARDIS gave a soft hum of acknowledgement. You scrubbed at your eyes, wiping away the traces of tears before they could fall and watching as the Doctor moved in and out of your field of vision. She looked rumpled, from what you could tell; her hair was curling in a way that indicated she’d been running her hands through it, and she wasn’t wearing her coat, her suspenders hanging loose at her hips. She was also talking to herself, but her voice was too low and she was too far for you to make any of it out. Which was fine. Good, even; you weren’t here to spy on her. You had just needed to see her. You took a steadying breath and prepared to turn away, hesitating only when the Doctor crossed back into view. She stopped, still muttering to herself. Or perhaps to the TARDIS. The light in the room was muted, a hair’s breadth away from being truly dim. You idly wondered what room it actually was - and then promptly stopped wondering anything at all as the Doctor abruptly shrugged out of her shirts. Your entire brain jammed, heat flooding your face and then sweeping through the rest of you. Oh, uh, wait, uh - Feeling as if you were trying to claw your way through mud, you wrestled your brain back into cooperation with your body and turned to leave, quickly. Gods, spying was bad enough, but while she undressed? Oh no, no. This was sacrosanct - she was sacrosanct. So you turned your blazing face away, towards the welcome darkness of the TARDIS corridor. But as you did, something caught your attention, told your subconscious hey, wait, look again, you missed it. You couldn’t help yourself; you glanced back in the room. And froze. Because the Doctor was still visible. And so was the massive stain of marbled blue and purple running across her back. Your breath caught in your throat. And you were stepping into the room and crossing to the Doctor long, long before your mind caught up with your body. Shock was coursing through you, but you could feel something else on its heels, gathering, a wave preparing to strike. It was, you realized distantly, rage. Your mind still hadn’t caught up when you reached out a hand. Your finger brushed along the edge of the bruise, at her jutting shoulder blade. The Doctor yelped, whirling on you faster than you would have thought possible, her hands thrown up to ward you off. You had jumped as well, the spell broken and your face flushing as you stumbled back a step. “You - scared the daylights out of me,” the Doctor said, dropping her hands and sounding equal parts relieved and annoyed. You registered that she was wearing only a bra; you’d never seen so much of her skin before. This was - bad. This was really bad. What had you been thinking? You opened your mouth to say I’m sorry, I’ll leave now, please don’t chuck me into a supernova like I definitely deserve. “Did they do that to you?” you asked, instead, and were surprised at the intensity of your voice. The Doctor clearly was too, her aggrieved look faded and was replaced by something else, something hard to pin down. She seemed to be deciding whether or not to evade the question, as she was wont to do. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, avoiding your gaze, but that only drew your attention to her wrists. You sucked in a breath; raw red stripes encircled them, stark against her pale skin. Rope burns. The Doctor’s eyes flicked to yours at your breath, and she dropped her hands hastily and tried to shove them both into her trouser pockets, only to wince as the fabric scraped over the raw, angry wounds. “Why didn’t you say something?” you asked her, your voice thin and brittle. Like ice, cracking. Look what they’d done to her, your Doctor, look what they’d done to her. Rage was making your hands shake again, but grief was rising now in its wake. “You should have told us - ” “What? Oh, no. This is nothing. Hardly worth mentioning, really, just some bumps, hardly even notice ‘em. All part of the job, you know.” Her voice was light, but she wasn’t meeting your eyes. “Doctor - ” “Oi, I’m fine, no need to fuss.” “Fine?” you asked, incredulous, and you reached out, your hand settling lightly on her shoulder and gently turning her so that you could again see that lurid pattern of bruising that ran across her spine. “Fine?” Rage was still coursing through your veins, but the tide was coming in, and grief was catching up. “This is not - fine - this is the opposite of fine - ” The Doctor was silent under this onslaught, looking absolutely gobsmacked. You weren’t generally one for taking command, certainly not over her, and you both were always so careful around each other. No superfluous touches, no casual affection. Yet now you held the Doctor’s warm shoulder with one hand, while your other lifted to trace the edges of that ugly bruise, and she was still beneath your touch. Letting you hold her. Touch her. Oh, but these were uncharted waters. “I can’t believe they did this,” you murmured, and perhaps the Doctor could hear the hint of tears in your words, because she shrugged. “I heal fast, me. Hardly bothers me half so much as it did.” “But it does hurt,” you said, your words almost a whisper. She didn’t reply to that. It hadn’t been a question. Your fingers ghosted over the bruising, and though her skin shivered and jumped in places, she didn’t pull away. But then your fingers found a rougher section, the skin raw. It was clearly a former wound, bruised so deeply that the skin had broken. The Doctor made a stifled sound as you brushed it, and you immediately moved your hand. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes. “It’s fine - ” “No, it’s not,” you cried, your voice breaking. You let out a shuddering breath and rested your forehead against the nape of her neck. “I let you down,” you whispered, and the pooling tears overflowed, began to slide down your face. “I should have been there, should never have let them get their hands on you, should have stopped them from trying to kill you, but I just stood there, I let them - ” “Hey, hey, hold on,” the Doctor was saying over your words. She finally turned in your arms. “This isn’t your fault!” she was trying to catch your eyes, and finally settled for a hand under your chin, lifting it. “You didn’t let me down, don’t be daft.” You looked at her earnest, concerned face while tears ran silently down your cheeks. “Oh, what’s this then?” she asked softly, moving her hand so that she could wipe away a tear. “I’m fine, honestly. ” “I keep - I keep seeing it, seeing it happen - ” you choked on the words. “I almost lost you. I just stood there, and I almost lost you, and I can’t stop seeing it - ” you were shaking as much as your voice, now. The Doctor’s lips had parted as she stared at you. “What do you mean, you can’t stop seeing it? And anyway, from what I can gather you did not ‘just stand there’,” the Doctor added, her lips twitching. “Ryan showed me a very nicely bruised shin earlier, I’m proper impressed. Didn’t know you had it in you.” She clearly meant to lighten the mood, but your throat only tightened, the tears falling faster. “Oh, okay, alright,” she murmured, and reached up to cradle your face. You closed your eyes, her compassionate scrutiny suddenly too much to bear. “It’s over. It’s okay. I’m here now, hey?” Her thumbs moved in soft circles over your cheeks as she searched your face. “Look at me,” she said. “Come on, look, there you are.” You exhaled shakily, staring back into those hazel depths that captured you so easily, so completely. You sniffed, angry with yourself. You knew you were doing this wrong, that this had somehow become about you, and your pain, when it was the Doctor who had been hurt, the Doctor who you wanted to help. “Nobody lost me, I’m right here,” she said, the low light in the room catching her eyes as they roved over your face. You could see flecks of gold in them, glimmering like so many stars. She wiped away another tear. “I should have helped you,” you whispered, wretched with the shame of it. “I’m sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry for,” the Doctor said, her eyes still moving over your face. “Except for skulking in here and scaring me half to Skaro, maybe.” She affected sternness as she said it, but you knew her heart wasn’t in it. She was still looking at you so carefully, her hand on your face. As if you were the one who had been brave, who had been hurt. Oh, you were doing this wrong. “I just - needed to see you,” you said, your voice low. “The dreams - ” You broke off. Took a breath. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” “Hm,” the Doctor said, her brows lifting, “bit late for that, though.” She frowned, eyes darting to the side in thought. “How did you find me? This is a bit off the beaten path, TARDIS-wise.” She still didn’t sound angry, just curious. “I don’t entirely know,” you answered. “I looked for you in the main console, and then these lights came on and they led me to - here,” you finished. Led me to you. “Really? She doesn’t usually do that. What are you, offering guided tours now?” The last words were directed to the room at large as the Doctor stepped away from you, hands landing on her hips. You became aware again that she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Oh, oh, crap - “Uh - do you want a - your shirt -” you were tripping all over yourself, trying to set your brain and mouth back onto the same path of coherency. The Doctor swung back around to you, brows lifted again in a very familiar look. “You humans and your modesty,” she said, falling into her standard cadence for remarking on humanity’s failings. “So many rules about when and where you should be clothed, who should be clothed, what type of clothes - and then once they’re laid out, you break all of the rules! Just switch them around, and expect everyone to catch up! Here I am, minding my own business, and now I’m told I ought to be embarrassed not to be wearing a shirt! In my room! No, I am not having it. You will take me as I am, ah -” She had moved around as she spoke, gesticulating wildly as only she could, but on the last gesture her face twisted in a flash of pain as she moved her injured shoulder. The expression was gone in an instant, but you had seen it, had heard the slight hitch in her speech. Without thinking, you moved forwards again. Reached out. You turned her gently, fingers again ghosting over that lurid mark, that thing that was hurting her. You knew it wasn’t the true source of her pain, not really. Bumps, scrapes, bruises; you’d seen her bear them all and worse with a bright smile and brighter enthusiasm. No, her pain here ran deeper than physical. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” she said, sounding a bit annoyed, and a bit something else. She had gone very still. “We Time Lords aren’t half so fragile as you lot.” “Fragile enough,” you whispered, eyes roving that bruise, that mark of violence done against her. You leaned forwards acting on nothing but instinct, on need, and brushed your lips along her jutting scapula, along the edge of that violence. You heard her breathing hitch, but she did not move. So you let your lips move, following the path of that violence as if you could smooth it away, undo it. Your hands trailed down until they rested on the Doctor’s hips, fingers just curling around the hem of her trousers, your palms warm against her skin as you held her. God, what were you thinking? “I should go,” you said, reluctantly, your nose resting in her hair as you leaned your face against her. You could feel her pulse, the warm blood rushing beneath her skin. The moment seemed to expand, crystallize, trembling on the edge of - something. But of what? “Then why are you still here?” the Doctor asked, softly. You weren’t sure what you read in her voice. “Why are you?” In answer, she turned in your arms again. You weren’t sure, later, who kissed who first. You both had a good case for it, as your lips met and your bodies pressed together. Your hands found themselves moving as well, wrapping around the Doctor and holding her to you. She made a low sound, or maybe it was you, and your lips found hers again eagerly, desperately. It wasn’t until your hands slid farther around her as she pressed into you that she stiffened, hissed in a soft breath against your face. You’d inadvertently pressed against the edges of the bruise. “Sorry, oh, I’m sorry,” you said, agonized, pulling away to look at her and dropping your hands. “It’s fine,” she insisted, but you were shaking your head. “Will you stop saying that?” “Maybe if you start believing me,” she replied, her face scrunching. You scrunched back, and you both stared at each other like that before breaking at the same time, the Doctor laughing and your own scrunch tipping into a smile before you too laughed. “Rule one, the Doctor lies,” you told her. Her scrunch returned. “My rules are always changing,” she countered. “What do I need to do to prove it to you?” Her voice had started light, but it ended somewhere else, on a pitch you couldn’t immediately pin down but made your stomach flutter in a most distracting manner. “I have a few ideas,” you said. Her answering smile seemed to light up the room. Again that flutter, again that pull towards her, always her. But this time, you let it move you. But this time, she moved too. You came together like the tide reaching for the shore, like celestial bodies, like there had never been any other possible outcome. You took her face in your hands, stared into those star-spun eyes. “I’m glad you’re fine,” you whispered, her cheeks warm against your hands as you looked at her. She was still smiling, her eyes huge and soft and shining, those flecks of gold in them seeming to glitter, and you knew that these were eyes you could get lost in. You could feel them tugging on you, pulling you in as if they were getting larger, closer, twin galaxies expanding to fill your whole vision - and then the Doctor had closed the space between you, and her lips were against yours and your hands were tangled in her hair and nothing else mattered. “Me too,” she whispered against your mouth. “I might need to make sure though,” you said. She didn’t answer, but you could feel her smile as you pressed tighter together. No longer alone, either of you. Breathe, you reminded yourself, as your heart raced and your blood sang and that terrible silence in you quieted, retreated in the face of such swelling, deafening joy. Oh, breathe.

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BATIM - Helping Hand

Summary: All stories have a beginning and an end. Henry’s ended with kindness, Joey’s began with cruelty.

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Back when he’d been trying to reintegrate into civilian life after going to war, Henry had no conceivable way of explaining his experiences in an eloquent fashion. It was very difficult to put into words the sort of visceral feelings that made his chest tighten with a mixture of white hot panic and instinctual terror. There were no feasible words to express the sensation of looking another human being in the eyes and knowing that they were just as reluctant to be there, and that one of them had to die for the other to live. War was a topic that muted him to a somewhat permanent degree. Too hard for him to talk about. But the studio? The horrifying atrocities Joey had committed in his absence? The lengths he'd gone to get what he wanted? That was the one horrific happenstance in which he could find his voice and curse out a supposed friend for their heinous crimes, especially when he found himself back on that familiar doorstep that led him into that repeating nightmare... The mockery of a long-dead dream. Yes, Henry Stein, the man of few words, would end up spewing out as many acidic profane words that he could conjure up on the spot. So foul they were that they would have had a sailor as shocked and disgusted as a blushing nun. Not that anyone could judge him for it. A man of routine could only bend so much to the insatiable will of another, before he slowly found himself pushed over the precipice of madness. It was by pure miracle he hadn't lost his senses long ago. Because, thankfully, Henry made due with what little leniency and creativity he had to keep himself entertained. Every few loops he changed things up just a little bit.

The “Long Runs” as he called them, were a respite of sorts Henry had concocted long ago as a means to give himself a break from the main storyline Joey so vehemently forced him through, with little to no choice in the matter. They were, in a sense, somewhat of a sacred thing. His sanctuary, as Sammy would put it, and one that he'd long since forced his puppeteer not to disturb. If Joey didn't want his marionette to flop onto the ground in defiance of restarting the same old stale song and dance all over again, he'd have to allow him some time to relax and get back on his game. Otherwise Henry would simply sit down and refuse to even go near the Ink Machine, much less begin this charade. Without the hellish thing as his driving point, it’s not like Joey could find any reason to push him forward anyway. Not without the Ink Demon being let out to take on its role of the relentless hunter. So, having learned this, Joey seemed to begrudgingly allow him to explore the studio to his heart’s content without pushing him to do anything that would immediately set him towards that final stage. That repetitive speech that made less and less sense the more Henry experienced it.

On these breaks Henry took his time and did what he’d done back when he was a kid: He people watched. An odd hobby, but one that taught him something quite valuable about creating characters. Traits and qualities. Everyone had a way of being that was entirely unique to them. Be it the way they walked, if they spoke just with their mouth or with their hands, or how they chose to project themselves out in the world. Dress and speech patterns, certain ritualistic habits, likes and dislikes...All things tended to be readable on a person if you just stopped, watched and listened for long enought. Which is why, on every one of these breaks, Henry took the time to figure out everyone’s gimmicks. Soon after, he’d started his little gestures of kindness...

It all started with the swollen searcher with the nice hat. Jack Fain, the once lyricist that had aided in getting the right words to Sammy’s jolly little tunes. Henry had been absentmindedly exploring the sewer tunnels near the music department when he’d noticed the searcher in a rather bad way. Overstuffed with the thick ink that Twisted Alice so coveted from his brethren. So large and nauseatingly lumpy that he couldn’t even move out of his current spot. He supposed that was his inevitable fate unless crushed with a crate, which made him feel a little less upset about dropping such a heavy object onto the poor thing. Then, much to his surprise, Sammy Lawrence himself sauntered down from one of the adjacent tunnels to find the pitiful creature blocking his path. And even more surprising, he actually seemed sad about it's sorry state. “Oh you silly sheep… This is the 4th time this week that I’ve found you so heavy with your precious wool…” How Sammy could count the weeks, Henry wasn’t sure, since he knew for a fact the music director often forgot his own name. Come to think of it, Sammy forgot a lot of things, reminding Henry of a fellow in his platoon that was afflicted with early onset dementia. He’d been discharged due to becoming a liability, and seeing him fight the disarray of his own mind had been a honestly terrifying spectacle. Henry had felt a great pity for him, which is about the same way he felt for Sammy now. The poor guy could have been great had he not ended up in Joey Drew’s grasp and then tossed into this nightmare realm. “Not to worry...Your shepherd is here now, although you’ll have to forgive me. I have no shears.”

He’d watched in morbid fascination as Sammy dug four-fingered hands into the swollen searcher’s mass, pulling out chunks of it in a way that made Henry’s stomach twist in discomfort. If Jack felt any pain, he didn’t show it. If anything with each clump of ink removed, he seemed almost relieved. Finally, once returned to his regular proportions, the searcher let out a much softer humming sound. One that was much nicer to the ear than the wet hiss he reserved for Henry whenever he got too close to the skittish creature. “You’re welcome my little sheep. The others will be most pleased with the wool you’ve so generously provided…” The pile of thick ink was truly massive, and the old artist could only wonder what Sammy hoped to do with it. “Please refrain from consuming more. Excessive indulgence is a sin you know...”

From the way Sammy had addressed Jack upon arrival, this seemed to be a recurring issue. One the self-appointed prophet seemed to exclusively come down into the sewers to solve himself. It piqued Henry’s interest in such a way that he’d begun to wonder… If he helped with that, would this in any way benefit him? Couldn't do him wrong to have some thick ink at hand... And then he wondered: Would helping them benefit Jack and Sammy in any way? Only one way to find out!

He'd left it for the next time he decided to take a break. First going through a few more loops to give himself time to figure out just how to help the prophet and the swollen searcher that lived down in the sewers. He couldn't exactly allow Sammy to sacrifice him. It would only end with the delusional ex-music director dying faster. So what could he, a humble artist, possibly do for someone who was so lost to devotion? And then there was the question of what could he do for Jack. The only thing he seemed interested in, was being left alone and keeping a hold of that dang valve. Henry hadn't personally known the man, so this was a difficult task. Luckily he found an answer in the form of an audio log Buddy had collected well before the older man had set foot in the studio. As it turned out, Jack Fain was a fan of coffee. That at least was something to look into, as he made his way all around the studio. He'd mostly only found rations of bacon soup, but surely there had been a coffee machine in the break room, right? And if he could keep his seeing tool, maybe he could keep anything else he kept on his person until the end of another run? He'd tried it once with Wally's keys and he was pretty sure he'd kept them on the next loop, only to lose them again later (the man should have invested in a better key ring, that one was a slippery bugger!). But could it work for heftier items? That too was a theory he tested, and Joey surely must have found it quite odd when he'd begun his end of the loop speech, only to stop as he stared in confusion at the bag of coffee Henry had brought along with him. "...I have questions..." He deadpanned as he stared at the bag of coffee with slight distrust. A bag of coffee beans. Nothing could be less threatening. "Funny, I thought that was my job?" Henry grinned. "Asking questions, and never getting any answers?" "Funny indeed… Whatever you're up to, don't think it'll do any good." Joey frowned. "Your path is set, and nothing can change that. Even if I’ve been rather patient with your excursions." "We'll see." That only gave Henry more motivation to try. If just to spite Joey. Another guilty pleasure of his that he indulged in from time to time. He too needed a bit of fresh unpredictable entertainment after all…

To not lug around a bag of coffee everywhere he went (which wasn’t very practical), Henry had decided to take another break on his next run to begin experimenting with this little idea that had been borne out of curiosity. It was easy to set a goal for it: If offering something of comfort to someone that had minimal impact in Joey’s puppeteering did anything of value not only to himself but for the person in question that he sought to offer some kindness to, then what could potentially happen if he tried the same trick with some of the "main cast"? It was, in all honesty, a rather clinical way of thinking and planning things out. He was essentially detaching himself from this reality to test those around him, having superior knowledge of what was truly going on (albeit in a limited and at times fleeting fashion) thus a sort of intellectual advantage over their situations. He was being a less harmful manipulator. Setting up events like Joey. The morality of it all came crashing down just as he’d gotten a coffee machine to work. “Keep it together Henry.” he shook himself out of that nasty train of thought as fast as he could. “You’re not doing anything malicious...You’re just...Making coffee.”

He could maybe use a cup or two himself. If just to settle his nerves. How ironic that a stimulant could calm anyone.

"Yeah, just a simple cup of coffee. No harm, no foul…" Except to his hand when the damn coffee maker scalded him for no particular reason. If anything, he hoped this was the best damn coffee that the swollen searcher had ever tasted in his whole life as an ink slug. There was just one tiny problem with this plan: Henry didn't have any cups. Nor any mugs. Not even those tiny little plastic cups that came with these sorts of machines. The studio was apparently in a "bring your own mug" policy just to skirt around buying a refill of those. "Joey you damn cheapskate…" he had to improvise. Thankfully he wasn't short on containers or an appetite for bacon soup. He just hoped the taps in the bathroom would still have access to clean water...

To Joey it must be quite a sight, watching an old man make his way down into the sewers balancing three cans of soup containing piping hot coffee in them. The stairs weren't exactly up to code and the ink coating them was slippery, so this whole journey to sate his damn curiosity might leave the old artist with second degree burns and potentially a ruined back. Thankfully he managed his way down into the depths with no real issues, and noted the shadow of the prophet following his every move. Good, he hoped an offering would appease him. Play on the same field as Sammy in a sense, just to see what he might do. Granted treating Jack nicely might grant him the cultist's mercy if he treated him like a friend still. At the sight of him, the thing that had once been Jack Fain began to flee as usual. "Hey, wait… I have something for you!" He watched the creature skirt around a corner, hat barely staying on. He stood there, unwilling to run, and simply held the cans of hot coffee with a slightly disappointed look on his face. And then…

...Snhiff shniff shhhhniff…

The wettest sniffing sound Henry had ever heard assaulted his ears, as the swollen searcher peeked back around the corner at him. Its mouth shut but the hollow sockets where it's eyes should be appearing to be wide as it tracked what must be an alluring aroma to it. It appeared searchers still retained a sense of smell, which begged the question of how Jack could stand to live down here. "Smells nice doesn't it? I uh…" he waved one of the cans carefully so as not to spill its contents. "Got a coffee maker upstairs working again." "Ksshhhff…Eeee..." he couldn't understand what it said, but Henry was pretty sure Jack was trying to say "coffee". He recognized what it was, and most importantly it looked like he desperately wanted it. "Yes. It's coffee. Do you want it?" He outstretched his arm, trying to entice the swollen searcher with his peace offering. It looked at the can, the sloshing dark liquid inside it, then stared at Henry. It seemed to be trying to decide if it was worth risking its "hide" to get what it so desperately craved. Finally after an agonizing minute, it went for it.

Henry nearly toppled over as the swollen ink abomination lunged for the can. He damn near spilled the other two on himself as well. Luckily he'd regained his footing and managed to keep everything nicely contained in the repurposed cans. The searcher on the other hand was less the skittish thing that ran circles around him, and more like an overexcited puppy. The slurping desperate chugging noises as it inhaled the coffee were a little gross, but that was easily overlooked by just how happy it looked. "That good uh?"

The gurgling purr that followed got a chuckle out of him, and he couldn't help give Jack a gentle pay on the hat. He couldn't have imagined just how happy the poor fellow would get. And he wasn't the only one. That worn out Bendy mask peering from the corner gave Henry a good idea of just how impactful such a small gesture had been. "I have an extra can if you'd also like some…" He'd brought one in the hopes that Sammy might appreciate some as well, but he wasn't sure if he liked the stuff. In the little time they'd worked together at the studio, the music director had been more of a smoker than a coffee enthusiast. Shame he wouldn't be able to get such an item for him… To Henry's surprise, rather than keep his distance and wait for his dramatical reveal, Sammy actually responded to him. "My stomach does not react kindly to most substances besides the Lord's plentiful gift..." His words were devoid of emotion. Awfully cold but also contemplative. "I'm sure my darling sheep would be more than happy to consume my share…" The happy gurgling more than confirmed this, and Henry wasted no time to give him the extra can. Jack took it gleefully and began to drink it eagerly. "A picky eater…" Henry felt slightly disturbed at the idea that Sammy was drinking any of the ink just laying around. "I can respect that." "I assure you, it is not by choice." The mask cocked to the side, studying him. "Although I must admit the stomach aches have helped ensure my physique stays at the peak of perfection to ensure my tasks are well done."

Henry frowned and stared down at his own stomach. He was a little on the pudgy side nowadays, and honestly chugging cans of bacon soup probably didn't help. But he wouldn't call Sammy's proportions the peak of perfection. "Doesn't sound too fun, getting sick unless you drink… the Lord's gift." Best not step on any toes, if Sammy still had any that is. Play it casual. "I do not believe you've come down here to critique my practices as a devout follower of the Ink Demon." The Bendy mask turned to watch Jack devour the can of coffee. Henry felt like he must have been smiling fondly. "You have… Come down here to present us with offerings. Kind ones." "Yes." He replied calmly, remaining just as calm when the mask turned back to him. Sammy's body language spoke for him more than his words did. He was doubtful. "Why?" A good question. "I had nothing better to do." He responded truthfully, albeit only partially. "And you could both use the kindness I'm sure."

They could, they honestly could. After having their minds, bodies and souls taken from them, their identities torn asunder, both Sammy and Jack could only benefit from being treated with the one thing Joey had stripped from them. Humanity. That run, for such a tiny little gesture as offering Jack some coffee, Sammy let him go without a fight. Joey's speech was much more heated than usual, but nothing really seemed to change on the next loop. At least he didn't think so until he found a can of hot coffee waiting for him in Sammy's sanctuary, as well as a bowl of extra thick ink with the valve propped in the middle of it.

His second gesture couldn't have been more easy. While Sammy still tried to sacrifice him, his speech was more subdoed. Almost playful in a way that said "I know what you did and I'm grateful, even if my actions don't show it". Joey's grip on him was too strong to escape with just one kind action, but not enough that Sammy even in his state of forgetfulness could get the mental image of Henry treating Jack to some coffee out of his inky brain. The alterations to his pattern gave Henry plenty of time to figure out just what to do for his encounter with Twisted Alice. Playing slightly into Sammy's delusions had allowed him to get close, so focusing on her obsession might coax what little of Susie was left. Because he'd gotten wise and asked what it was like to become a toon to the only other person qualified to give him a proper response. Sure Buddy couldn't talk, but his reignited personality had given Henry insight on what it was to become a cartoon character. There was a power struggle at first. The original human personality and the Toon's personality clashing in an effort to remain in or take full control. A chaotic and confusing process until one came out victorious. At first Boris had won… then Buddy had slowly begun resurfacing the more loops Henry went through. Now they had a mutual agreement. They needed each other to survive, and the same turned out to be true for Alice and Susie. Alice being the more dominant and jaded of the personalities, having long since fallen from grace after witnessing the sheer cruelty and lack of hope this abominable studio had to offer. Susie ended up being the weaker of the two, guarded by her dragon like a princess in a twisted castle. She sometimes spoke up, clearly disturbed by what their shared hands had done in the past, but Alice had too much of a grip on her to ever let her go. If Henry could properly appease the angel, he might be able to get to Susie as well. Give them… What? A glimmer of hope? Better than let them stew away in their rotten despair. "You're staying. I'm going." He pleaded with Buddy after taking the gifts left behind by Sammy and Jack. "Don't give me that look, I've told you what she does when she gets her hands on you…" A soft whine as the toon wolf pleaded for him to reconsider. "I know you worry, but I need to reach out to them. Even if it doesn't change much, they deserve some consideration." He pauses to think back on the tapes Susie had left, and then her final speech before he was forced to confront the brute Boris inevitably became. "After Joey used them it's the least I could do." Buddy (and no doubt Boris) growled in frustration before eloquently writing just what he thought of Joey. Henry crinkled his nose at the rather uncharacteristic choice of words, but the very last sentence made him smile somberly: “You don't have to fix Joey's mistakes.” "I wish it was that simple. I really do." It wasn't like he had a choice, not when Joey thought he could evade the responsibility himself and pin it on someone else.

Alice was fairly easy to butter up to. He'd entered her lair and sat through her little song like the patient man he was, and then when she finished up with her usual screeching finale he did something she didn't quite expect. He applauded. She was so caught off guard that she just stood there, even as the lights turned back on. Flabbergasted at the sudden adulation. "What a finish, truly miss Angel, you're quite a gal." He'd continued to clap, bowl of thick ink balancing precariously on top of his head. "I'd offer flowers, but sadly all I have on me is ink…" "...Why, what a flatterer…" She sounded uncertain, a hint of Susie just barely at the surface. She must have been quite shocked as well. No one had ever reacted to Twisted Alice's presence with such a welcoming embrace. She was a creature to be feared after all. "Flatterer? Me? My goodness miss Angel, don't tell me you don't get the occasional fan…" he removed the bowl from his head and made sure the thick black blob was quite visible to her. An enticing offering provided by Jack Fain. It's not like he needed the excess ink. "Sadly not. If only most visitors were as well mannered as you..." She crossed her arms, Alice's suspicions breaking through. "But that's to expect from the real creator, isn't it Henry?" "Glad to see some recognition, but honestly I can't be credited for any of this. Not when it's been… Altered to such a degree." Henry looked around with a saddened expression. "Joey really managed to taint everything he touched..." "Only if you let him." The Angel's hiss was a terrifying thing. "But it was so easy to let him in, wasn't it...? He had a way with words…" Susie was such a meek girl. A scared chick in a world conducted by the big bad wolf. And Alice? Alice was a fox that offered her protection. But Henry could be just as cunning provided he was given the chance. Always for a good reason, rather than satisfying his selfish desires. So very unlike his childhood friend. "Words were his weapon of choice, until that wasn't enough." Henry offered her the bowl, watching as she inspected it. Tested it's stability. She seemed pleased. "Why are you here, Henry? Why come back to this miserable place?" Alice's gaze was piercing, but not as malicious as it often was. "And I'm sure it's not due to nostalgia, or an excuse to flatter your way up to the heavens." "I think I knew once." He replied in truth, because you didn't lie to an angel. "But now? Now I'm not so sure… I think Joey liked that naivety on my part. It certainly worked to his advantage." "That it did, little errand boy. You're just as trapped as the rest of us…" She dismissed him. "You may pass freely… But don't think I'll show you mercy twice. You are, after all, still a thief." "What's a man to do but try to protect a poor pup?" He couldn't help tease as he made his way to the door. He was free to explore her lair and go on about his "day" without her tasks or her looming presence. That was good enough a reward for him, even if it didn't promise Buddy's freedom from the cruel fate that awaited him. "Such a shame that pup wasn't meant to be." Alice responded. "A shame indeed. He was such a nice boy..."

This particular encounter gave him a lot to think. The people he'd once assumed to be monsters weren't inherently malicious. That much he'd figured from Sammy's behaviour after he'd played nice. But while most chose to cower and cry, or lose themselves to desperation and lies, Alice was simply resigned to the hand she'd been dealt. Because, honestly, she was in a terrible position to begin with. Even if Susie clearly wanted better, for the both of them. In the end, the angel was only trying to protect her vessel even if Joey set her on a most cruel path. She was tired of grasping on to shallow hopes of ever getting out. Rather be the hunter than the prey. That run, his old friend seemed even more frustrated with him. "Stop humanizing them. There's nothing you can do for them." Joey had grit out through his teeth, trying to keep a smile that was as insincere as his speeches. "You're wrong. There is something I can do." He'd responded, unbothered by the anger in his captor's words. "And what's that?" "Treat them with decency, which is something you never did."

The Projectionist was a challenge. From what he could tell, Norman Polk had essentially gone feral from years of agony and isolation. Most of the Lost Ones even considered him a dumb and very violent animal. Alice thought of him as useful. Susie felt a terrible pity for him. And Buddy? Buddy both feared and felt anguish when confronted with the Projectionist's presence. Henry had known him for a short while, so he could understand the sentiment. Norman had been a good albeit quirky man. "He looked after us…" Susie spoke over the intercom. "He was so kind. It hurts to see him like this… A monster."

While Alice didn't let up on her list of tasks, and did indeed always take the cartoon wolf as scripted, she'd started letting Susie come forth to speak to Henry. She had a lot to say. "If I knew how, I'd help him." He watched the Projectionist walk through the flooded maze of projectors and hearts. Each step heavy, and the clicking of the projectors somewhat deafening. Occasionally it let out a soft crackly noise from its speaker. "You'd die." Alice interjected. "How so?" "Why do you think it takes hearts, Henry?" The twisted angel asked. Come to think of it, he'd never considered the why of its actions. "It's because its own was stolen long ago." "Joey stole his heart?" "No my dear errand boy." Alice chuckled bitterly, before Susie took hold. "Sammy did…"

Joey was getting awfully frustrated with him, so Henry gave in and followed the plot to a t on the next three runs. He needed to think anyway. Think of how to address the problem. Because, really, how would he convince Sammy to halt his ritual to look for something he might not even recall ever having stolen? And then there was the matter of giving it back to the Projectionist without getting brutally killed. He decided to just wing it on his next break. Starting with visiting Jack with more coffee, if just to get Sammy to talk. It worked, but the prophet seemed hesitant to talk about the resident of level 14. "That beast is a dangerous one… Nothing but my lord can stop it's rampage." "That beast is looking for something someone took from him." Henry explained. "Or so I've been told." "And how am I to fix this exactly, little sheep?" The deranged cultist crossed his arms. "Surely you mustn't think of me as a miracle worker?" "Help me find it. I've been told you might know where to look."

Truth be told Sammy had no idea what he was on about, but he was adamant to repay him for once again bringing some semblance of joy into his favourite "sheep's" life. Luckily there wasn't any need to run around in futility, searching for something that might be long gone. The prophet's memory issues resulted in Sammy placing items he considered of value in the same place. A box hidden under the floorboards beneath the cot he'd set up in his sanctuary. Unluckily, a heart was not among the objects he'd stored. At least it seemed so since it wasn't anywhere to be found in the box of trinkets. "Damn it…" he sighed sadly. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. "I am sorry to disappoint." The Bendy mask betrayed no real emotions, so Henry wasn't too sure if the apology was genuine. He sounded a little miffed about having his personal space invaded, but didn't act upon it. "What is it you seek, exactly?"

Looking through the box, Henry gave a nonchalant shrug. He picked up a golden locket that was coated in dry ink, turning it slowly in his hand as he tried to figure out how to surpass this bump in the road. Sammy quickly reached out and took it from him, clearly upset that he'd touch his personal belongings. "Don't touch that." The cultist hissed. "Sorry…" he watched him put the locket back into the box, next to what appeared to be a series of unlabeled tapes. There was also a chain with a ring on it, and a few other trinkets that seemed to hold some sentimental value. "I know you can't remember much… but… Did you ever take a heart? A literal heart?" "A… Heart..." "Yes. I know it sounds strange but--" "Not at all. They're plentiful down below." Sammy shrugged "Delicious too… More so than the ink or the soup. I cannot explain how."

And Henry would rather not have him explain, because his stomach wouldn't be able to handle it. He’d killed people before as a soldier, seen horrific things, but the thought of someone describing eating a human-ish heart made him sick. "Then, yes a heart. Maybe not an ink one." He added, trying to keep the conversation on track. The ex-music director paused, tapping a finger to the chin of the mask, before staring down at his own chest. Much to Henry's horror, he plunged his fist into his own torso and pulled out…Well it must have been a heart at some point. Now it looked like an amalgamation of stitched flesh and all sorts of wires and weird clicking mechanisms. A perfect fit for the quasi-mechanical monster skulking around level 14. "Would this be the heart in question?" "W-what were you keeping it literally on your person for?!" He couldn't help spit out, much to the annoyance of the deranged ink man. "Where would YOU keep a heart?" He huffed "It was safer here… And it felt important."

No kidding. And important it was, to the point where Sammy didn’t want to give it back. How was Henry going to convince him to do so? Well… “The person it belongs to needs it back.” He pleaded. “Can’t you please hand it over so I can give it to him?” “I cannot trust that you’d find the rightful owner.” Sammy stated. “Sheep need guidance, not to guide. And you, little sheep, are risking falling prey to the wolves.” "I can assure you I know the owner, and so do you." At least he had, once. "The Projectionist needs it back Sammy. Please, be reasonable." "I am being reasonable. I'm protecting this from that horrific beast!" He held the heart closer to himself, very likely glaring beneath his mask. "It doesn't need protecting from him! It needs to go back to him!" Henry argued back. The old cartoonist was getting fed up. "No!"

That was… not the right answer. At least not when Henry was so close to a breakthrough. Or so he thought. He regretted what he had to do to get that heart in the end. Killing an unarmed man felt like cowardice, even if it was for a good cause.

Level 14 was always such a dreary place. Even with a newfound goal, an old veteran like Henry still felt uneasy going through such a maze. After being forced to kill Sammy that run, he wanted good results. If just to justify his actions as being for the greater good. They… weren't. The Projectionist charged as usual upon seeing him, and Henry had to fight his instincts to flee. Instead he held out his gift, closed his eyes, and prayed. No pain came, but the scream… That gutteral and mechanical crackling of sheer agony. Like hot iron had struck flesh. The Projectionist was screaming, it's chest ripping itself open to reclaim the missing piece. And then, when the wires shot out and took back the heart, the screaming only intensified. Boris took hold of the body he shared with Buddy. The cartoon wolf howling in despair to match the screams while curling into a tight shaking ball in the elevator. The Projectionist fell on its knees as it continued to scream. Henry's mind was fraying just listening to it. Watching the pitiful beast claw at its mending chest and screech until its speaker could handle no more. A loud pop filled the air, and suddenly there was no sound. But the clawing continued The convulsing carried on. It was screaming without a voice and it was all Henry's fault. Coward that he was, he ran to the elevator and slammed a hand against the buttons. His eyes too blurry from regretful tears to see where he'd end up. Alice and Susie remained quiet. Their silence was damning. Condemning his actions and allowing his conscience to fall heavy with guilt.

That time, once he set foot in the quaint New York apartment, Henry shakily sat down at Joey's table and stared into nothingness. A tired hollow man that couldn't bring himself to look at the grinning devil that was positively gloating with joy. "I told you so." A choked sob and bitter tears followed. Henry hated how careful Joey's hands were as he wiped away his tears, and as he murmured sweet words into his ear. That burning cobalt gaze aglow with the flames of victory. Fuck him. Fuck Joey Drew. This old war veteran would not give in so easily. He just had to try harder.

There was no point in following the plot. He felt like he had to fix the mishaps of his last run before he even tried to offer his services to either Tom or Allison. This much was clear once he stepped foot in the sewers, because instead of being happy to see him or even feeling timid, Jack outright attacked him on sight. Gurgling and hissing in rage at him having hurt Sammy in his last run. "I know… I'm sorry…" he kept the irate swollen searcher at bay if only just barely, hoping to appease him with his sincerest regrets. "Can you take me to Sammy? I… I want to make it up to him. What I did was wrong."

More than wrong. It was damaging. Because instead of the usual inky figure clad in overalls, boots and a Bendy mask, Henry was met with a shivering searcher with said mask. "Oh Sammy… I'm so sorry." He was at risk of getting his throat ripped out, but he still couldn't help kneeling down to make himself look less threatening to the frightened creature. The searcher didn't try to retaliate, instead it clutched its chest and groaned pitifully. "I know what I did was wrong. But so was keeping Norman's heart." Not that Sammy wasn't aware of this. He'd claimed it to be important, and he'd wanted to protect it, but he'd also been reluctant to give it back. People's selfishness had already done so much damage to this studio, it was only cruelly ironic that in trying to do the right thing Henry too had been quite selfish. "Is there any way I can make this less painful for you?"

Gesturing vaguely at the searcher's current state explained enough. The creature that had at one point been a prophet that had in turn been Sammy Lawrence, seemed to hum in thought before nodding slowly. It dragged itself towards the upstairs, motioning for Henry to follow. He did so, with Jack right on his tail if only to keep a suspicious eye on him. Back in the music department Sammy proceeded towards his Sanctuary, which Henry quickly got to work on unlocking for himself. He couldn't exactly do the little wall trick Sammy did to get around. Once the projector turned on and he plucked or hit every correct note, Henry strolled towards the opening shutter. Sammy greeted him with his box of trinkets. "Is there something in there you need?" He adjusted his glasses as he asked, trying to get a better look at the contents. The searcher nodded eagerly and pointed at a vinyl record, way at the bottom of the pile. "Oh… you want me to play that for you?"

More eager nodding and a wet sounding slap on the ground. Well it wasn't much but considering Sammy refused to touch it for fear of covering it in ink, Henry thought perhaps he hadn't heard any music in far too long. Besides the "hymns" he played for his Lord. "Willow Weep for Me? I don't think I've heard this one." With careful hands he took the vinyl from the box and began to look for a record player. The dinged up gramophone in the corner was almost beckoning him to play it. Once he'd turned it on, the melody was quite soothing. His two searcher companions seemed to think the same. Jack seemed to finally relax and practically curled up near the record player, while Sammy seemed to bob slightly to the tune. Henry simply closed his eyes and listened to the music, only opening them back up when broken words began to sing along. Sammy's form was repairing itself. Slowly, but steadily. Going from slouching and being half submerged in a puddle to looking like he was kneeling on regenerating legs.

"Willo- we'p for…" the prophet coughed "...me."

Not too long after Sammy's recovery, Henry left the music department. He had a lot of preparations to make if he wanted to do any more actual good rather than having a repeat of the last run. Hopefully Sammy would be in higher spirits once they met back up in the harbour. As loathsome as it was to fight him, it was better to see him so full of energy than cowering in a puddle. He already knew what he could do for the duo of survivors, but he had to make a few stops along the way. Starting with giving Buddy the notebook he carried on his person, and Boris his favourite bone. It was a delight seeing the toon wolf's eyes light up as he flipped through several pages of doodles, while he happily gnawed on that suspiciously human sized bone. Then he went to Alice and requested an actual "date" with the angel. Not in the romantic sense mind you, he loved his beautiful Linda like the goddess she was. He merely wanted to sit down, have a can of coffee, and talk. Let Susie feel normal for a little while after both she and the angel witnessed what happened to the Projectionist. Afterwards, he checked up on said ink creature and noted that it wasn't roaming like usual. Instead the Projectionist was sitting on a crate, staring at the wall where one of several Bendy cartoons was playing. It even chose to ignore Henry when he approached, one hand clutching its chest in slight pain. Still adjusting to what had been restored. On his way out, Henry swore he heard a soft "thank you" under all the crackling and static of its speaker.

The Lost Ones greeted him with their sorrowful gaze as usual and he replied not with fear or revulsion as he once did, but with a kind smile and promises that one day he'd find a way to make it better. It wasn't immediate freedom like they desired, but it was something more tangible. Something more human. The path to fighting Buddy in his brutish form was as harrowing as ever, but Henry's mind was set. He left cans of soup out for the Butcher Gang, oiled the joints of the octopus ride Bertrum Piedmont's disembodied head resided in, talked to the animatronic despite having no proof that it actually moved, and even greeted the Ink Demon from within the Little Miracle Station where it always fought the Projectionist. Henry could practically feel Joey's outrage at his nonchalant actions. His carefree actions despite the hopelessness of his situation. Of their situation. Then when he met with Tom and Allison, he promptly disarmed himself and offered them his tools,before accepting captivity without a word. Once questioned, he gave them the honest truth. Hard to believe, but Allison was not as suspicious as her canine companion. It wasn't difficult to give her the proof she needed to know he was being genuine. Pity to see her so crushed that there really was no escape in their foreseeable future. Not just yet. But still a possibility. After all, the others were remembering with each gesture of kindness he offered them. "Joey wants us to feel less than human." He told the not-quite-angel. "It's how he keeps us in the linearity of his failed ending. He can't accept that he can't win." "But neither can we. Otherwise we'd already be free?" Allison sighed, Tom offering her a gentle pay with his good arm as they left the Harbour. "Maybe, but giving up hope is the last thing I'd ever do. Then I'd just be letting him win." Henry calmly replied,ready to plummet very soon as he began walking over the precarious boards. "Joey is a man who dreams big. What he never did was have any faith in said dreams… Instead he forced others to do it for him. I'm tired of being his scapegoat, and maybe we won't get out today or tomorrow, but there's only so much he can throw at me until he gives in." "So we outlive his dreams?" Allison asked. "No. We just outlive Joey instead." With that said, Henry walked forward and felt as light as a feather as he fell into the depths. There was one last person to show some decency to. Even the demon deserved a gesture of kindness.

Joey Drew was furious. For all that he'd spoke of belief and dreams in his many speeches he knew that Henry Stein, that stubborn fool, was right. There was only so much he could throw into the plot before he grew tired. His body was already giving in to time itself, and he'd never quite perfected his methods enough that he could make himself a reliable new form. Not without risking becoming one of the abominations… Buddy Lewek's Boris had been a fluke. A lucky match. The rest? The rest were adamant to not be what he'd set them to be reborn as. Even Susie had failed to emulate the character she so loved. And Henry? Oh his blood boiled… Why couldn't Henry give in?! Joey was so close,so close to getting his perfect Bendy. If the traitor would just let the Ink Demon consume him!

A knock on the door caused him to rip up his storyboard with the ink pen he'd been using. Cursing himself, Joey crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the trash can besides his desk. Already it was overflowing with similarly crumpled papers covered in ink stains. Looking at the clock, a few more profanities spewed from his mouth as he turned his wheelchair around. Who, for the love of God, was knocking on his door at 3AM?! Wheeling himself over, Joey practically ripped the door open. "What?!" He didn't care if he was rude. His mood was completely sour and he hated being interrupted. To his shock and confusion, he was met with a face he thought he'd never get to see again. Nathan Arch smiled down at him with that unnerving toothy smile of his. "Hello to you too, Mr. Drew." Joey blinked up at his old friend and rival. He hadn't heard from Arch since… Since he'd bought the studio and the Bendy IP… What could he possibly want now, when he'd already taken so much? "Mr. Arch." He regained his composure. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Oh, just dropping by to discuss something… Something very interesting." The man used his leg to gently push Joey out of his way, arms crossed behind his back as he invited himself in and began looking around. Joey glared behind his back and closed the door. "At 3AM? Even for you, a punctual man, this is a bit much." He stated as he uneasily observed Nathan as he looked through his storyboards. "Couldn't it have waited until a more reasonable hour?" "Since when were we reasonable men, Joey? Especially when you've been so… Cruel to me." The other turned to stare at him, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "The machine… Joey. You took the machine." "Of course I did. It's mine." And no one else's. Not that fool Thomas Connor's, nor GENT's. The Ink Machine was his and his alone. "Yours is the studio and even my work. But the machine will never not be mine." "Oh, that's where you're wrong. You see,the GENT contract you signed stated that it belongs to the studio… Thus, it belongs to me." Nathan stalked over, arms coming to rest on Joey's shoulder. "It's as simple as that." "Not quite. As it is, it can't be moved…" "Ah yes. Your little… Project." Nathan chuckled. "Show me. Show me the homunculus…"

There was no saying no to Mr. Arch, and no actual way he’d be able to physically force him out, so Joey complied to his request. Wheeling back into his office where the machine resided, Nathan followed and watched with glee as Joey called upon the Ink Demon itself. It stood there, in all its despicably gruesome glory, staring at both men without visible eyes. It shrunk away from Joey, just as it always had. "It's magnificent…" the awe in Nathan's voice was disturbing. "It's a freak of nature." Joey hissed. "Imperfect and incomplete." "In who's eyes, dear friend? Here stands defiance to God's will. Life created by the creation." The Ink Demon shivered, holding it's head in its mismatched hands. Trying to block out their words. "Why throw it away so eagerly just because it didn't correctly follow the template?" "Because it's not enough! It needs to be perfect! It needs to be all we've ever dreamed of!" "We? Oh Joey darling… did you really think creating a living toon would ever bring back your beloved Henry? Did you think he'd ever want you? When he had such a lovely girl that could give him what you never could?" Nathan laughed cruelly. "Henry Stein left you, because you were a selfish boar. And then you were so hung up on trying to win him back with extravagance that you couldn't stop and see what you already had! God above Joey, you were so desperate you hired a mere child that reminded you of Henry, only to torture him the same way you tortured your employees…"

The Ink Demon looked to them again, flinching when Nathan stalked forward and grabbed it by the chin. "This, Joey, is not a failure! It's the doorway to immortality. A vessel of timelessness. A godly power that you rejected vehemently." Nathan's eyes were becoming crazed, that dangerous spark devolving into an inescapable madness and anger. "For what end exactly? To give it away to some shmuck that could never truly appreciate it?! Well… that won't do. That won't do at all!"

And without warning Nathan Arch did something Joey couldn't believe he'd ever dare. He plunged a fist into the Ink Demon itself, and tore out it's heart. "NO!" "If you won't accept this gift, then I shall!"

There was nothing to be done. The ink demon shrieked and soon the machine began its work. Ink flowed out of the nozzle, mixing with the distorting melting figure of the demon and pulling both it, and both men inside. As the world around them passed by, Joey could only watch as the ink began to claim both his form and the form of the one who dared intrude in his project. They both fell with a wet splat, a large puddle, before taking two very distinct newly reborn and remade forms. One a towering grinning demon with disturbingly human teeth. The other a little devil in a suit. The studio was without a narrator. This was the end.

#Eps Writes:#Bendy and the Ink Machine #BATIM #Henry Stein #Joey Drew

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hello! 😊 can you write Arthur reassuring reader after she woke up screaming from a nightmare?

Here you go, Anon! I sort of forgot the screaming part of the request, and this turned out differently than I planned. This honestly could’ve gone multiple ways. Anywho, hope this satisfies.

Warnings: scenes of graphic violence/torture

Keep running, you say to yourself. You have to keep running. If you stop for even a second, they’ll catch you.

“Come on!” you shout behind you at your little sister.

“I can’t, I’m tired!” she whines, stopping again for the third time in a row. You do too, your lungs burning from running. The ash and smoke you breathed in earlier doesn’t help.

“I know, I am too. But we have to keep going!” you scream, grabbing her hand and dragging her behind you. Behind you comes the laughter, like a pack of coyotes. They are coming. The sound makes you scream and you run faster.

“They went this way,” A man’s voice screams. “Keep running, children! We’ll get ya!”

What is wrong with these people? They almost act like they’re hunting animals, only you’re the animals. You shriek again and keep running, your face and arms getting scratched by the bushes you run through, leaping over fallen trees. Your sister struggles to keep up with you, her hand being crushed by your own.

“I want mama!” she cries out.

“They got her,” you say, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Papa too. We can’t stop though!”

From behind you hear the heavy footfalls of a much larger person than yourself bounding towards you. Your sister is suddenly wrenched from your grasp, making you stumble. You turn to see the man holding her up by the arm as she screams, several other men bounding up to his side and laughing.

You don’t think, you just get up and continue running. It’s too late for her, there’s nothing you can do. You’ve no weapons and you’re half their size. As you flee, you hear a weird splashing sound. You jump over the large trunk of a fallen tree and hear your sister screaming like you’ve never heard before. You hide behind the trunk and look back, but then you wish you’d kept running. You see your sister’s silhouette in the flames covering her body. The men must have doused her in some kind of flammable oil and then thrown a torch at her. Her arms flail about as she shrieks in agony, twirling and running in circles as the men laugh.

You can’t watch anymore as they let her burn alive. You get back up on your legs and keep running, tears streaming down your cheeks. You blindly hurl yourself into trees, and each one you touch begins glowing, their bark turning to coals. The men chasing you lurch out of the darkness, taunting you, screaming at you. The sky above the tall trees illuminates, lightning streaking across the clouds.

One of the man grabs your wrists, his hand growing hairy and his nails lengthening and turning black. You look up at him and his face morphs into a dog’s. He growls and yelps, his companions closing in. They’re turning too and they’re preparing to leap onto you, ready to tear you to shreds. They show their teeth, foamy spit dripping from their jowls.

This isn’t right, you think. Pull yourself out, this isn’t right. This isn’t real because this isn’t how it happened. Get out of this!

Somehow you wake yourself up, but the howls and cackling of the men still rings in your ears. You look outside your tent, convincing yourself that you see their glowing eyes in the darkest spots in the area you can see.

You sit up, feeling yourself shaking. The vision of your sister, bathed in flames, keeps swimming into your vision. An overwhelming sense of guilt slams into you. While you don’t know exactly how she died at the hands of her murderers, you were the only one of your family to survive. All because you ran rather than staying behind to try and fight them off like your father and older brother. True, your father had screamed at you and your sister to run, but she hadn’t. She’d stayed behind with them, too afraid of leaving your parents, and those monsters killed her. You only know they did because they didn’t leave victims. They weren’t named the Skinners for nothing.

You’ve had dreams like this before, many times since that awful night. You’ve watched each member of your family murdered in different ways, and each time you run instead of helping them. The dreams always end the same: with the Skinners catching up to you and killing you. Them transforming into dogs is a new addition, but nonetheless terrifying.

You’re parched, so you climb out of your tent and walk over to Pearson’s wagon. Everyone else is asleep, not that you’re surprised. You dare a glance over at Arthur’s tent, but it’s empty. No surprise, he went on a hunting trip this morning. He’s usually out for a day or two when he hunts. Somehow you think you’d feel better if he was around. It’s hard to feel threatened when you’re in his presence. It’s not just that he’s big and broad, he just has this energy and force to him, like nothing could move him if he didn’t want to be moved. The fact that he’s fiercely loyal to the gang and almost everyone in it only adds to that.

You grab a tin cup on the table Pearson uses to cut vegetables and dip it into the water barrel, drinking greedily. The flames from your dream had felt so real, singeing your throat and lungs. You empty the cup in seconds and then dip it into the water a second time. Just as you’re raising it to your lips, a voice comes from right behind you.

“Surprised you’re up this late.”

You drop the cup and turn quickly, ignoring the fact that the water’s splashed down your legs.

“Oh, Arthur,” you say, putting a hand over your heart as if it’ll stop the pounding.

“You a’right?” he asks softly, his face worried.

“Y-yeah. Just… I had a nightmare, is all. They always shake me up.”

“Hmm. Well, why don’t ya come sit down with me at the fire, try to settle down again. We can talk if ya want.”

This kind of invitation isn’t unusual for Arthur, or for him to offer it to you. He’s one of the few men that will run miles in order to get a small trinket for someone if they ask, and he’s one of the few who takes interest in everyone. It’s one of the things you love about him, not that you’d ever admit you’ve got a thing for him. Especially not to him. Emotionally, he’s very unavailable.

You smile and nod. “Thanks, Arthur.”

He walks with you over to the fire and sits down on the log next to you, making sure to keep a few inches between you. For the next few moments, you’re both quiet. You look over to him, he looks tired. You wonder why he didn’t just make sure you were okay and then head off to bed.

“You don’t have to stay up with me,” you say. “I’ll be okay. You should get some sleep.”

He glances over at you. “I’m a’right. I’d rather stay up and make sure you can settle down again.”

“I will, Arthur. Now go take care of yourself.” Arthur’s a complex man. You’ve seen how scary he can be, know how many men he’s killed. On the other side though, he can be funny, witty, sarcastic, but most of all, caring. He truly cares about those he considers family and would happily die for this gang. He’s sweet to the girls, especially Tilly and Mary-Beth, and he’s extremely caring and even paternal with Jack. You remember catching him holding a sleeping Jack while Abigail was swamped with chores. That was when you knew you were in trouble, that your crush was more than a minor infatuation that would snuff itself out in a matter of time.

Arthur stretches his arms out. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

“Arthur, you’re tired. Go on, get some sleep.”

He looks over at you with a small smile. “Tell ya what. I’ll go to bed after you tell me about this dream.”

You swallow nervously. Of course it’s no secret to anyone in the gang how your family died. It’d been many years ago, you were barely a teenager when it’d happened. You were travelling with your family, you set up camp in a forest for a few days to rest. Little did anyone in your family know that the Skinners had migrated this way. One night, they’d raided your wagon. You were the only one to escape.

“I just… dreamed about my family again,” you say sadly. “I’ve had these dreams before. It’s like my brain’s trying to find answers as to how they died, like it’s seeking closure. I’ve watched them all die in a number of ways. Tonight it was my sister. She… she and I were best friends.”

Your lip’s trembling as you remember her. The way she used to laugh, how she’d sing to herself, her jokes that could always make you laugh. You proceed telling Arthur about your dream, not hiding any detail, not even the part when you ran rather than trying to help her. When you get to the Skinners turning to dogs, you stop.

“That’s all that happened,” you finish, staring into the dirt. You can’t look into the fire, afraid you’ll see her again.

Arthur sighs, “Bad business, Y/N. I’m truly sorry. I can’t imagine how you must feel.” He’s silent for a moment, almost as though he’s debating.

“Well, I don’t wanna leave you alone now. Doubt you’ll be able to sleep after a dream like that, know I wouldn’t.”

“But you need to sleep,” you say as he yawns.

“Let me finish. I was thinkin’... maybe I could sleep in the other half of your tent. That way you ain’t alone.” His eyes widen a bit. “I ain’t plannin’ nothin’, please don’t think that. Just want ya to be okay.”

You smile, glad it’s dark so he doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks. “I know you’d never do anything, Arthur. I… I’d like that.”

You stand up and lead him to your tent. You crawl in and settle down into your bed roll. You’re just about to grab the blanket when Arthur drapes it over you. He pats your shoulder and then sits down next to you, takes his hat off and then lies on his back.

“Let me know if ya need anythin’,” he says in the darkness. You yawn, feeling suddenly tired.

Just as you’re drifting off, you hear a bush somewhere behind your tent rustle. The sound jerks you awake, memories of the Skinners leaping out of the darkness of your dream coming back to you.

“Arthur!” you hiss. He sits up, blinking his own exhaustion from his face.

“Sure it’s nothin’,” he says. He gets up and goes out. You hear him walk away and then silence. Your blood pounds in your ears and you fear the worst. Funny how the night magnifies one’s senses and makes things seem a lot scarier than they are. You start wringing your hands, but then Arthur’s footsteps come back. He enters the tent again and settles down.

“Just a raccoon lookin’ for scraps. It’s gone now.”

You let out a relieved sigh, but your adrenaline is still going. Arthur looks at you in the darkness.

“You sure you’re okay? Ya seem nervous.”

“Y-yeah,” you say. “Just being silly.”

You look down at him and he extends his arm closest to you out and away from his body. “Come here,” he whispers.

“Oh I don’t wanna impose on you, Arthur.”

“It ain’t imposin’ if you’ve been invited. Ya need to sleep too. Now come on.”

You sigh and lay down next to him, settle your body right against his and then lay your head on his chest. It’s only now that you realize how cold you are. His body radiates heat and his heart drums at a steady pace in your ears. He smells good, like pine, sage and earth. You can’t help but take several deep breaths so his scent floods your nostrils. His hand lays against your shoulder, his thumb circling over it, comforting you. You drape your arm over him, bringing you even closer to him.

Within seconds, you’re beginning to fall asleep. That is until his hand leaves your shoulder. He fidgets a bit and then you feel the blanket covering you again. You shift a little against him, getting even more comfortable. You’ve only dared imagine this moment during your loneliest hours in the past, but they’re nowhere near as good as the real thing. You hardly need a blanket lying next to him, but it keeps your back warm. His arm around you forms a protective cocoon and his heartbeat covers the sounds of the world outside. What you wouldn’t give to feel his lips graze your forehead?

You want to stay awake simply to continue enjoying this moment, but you’re so warm and comfortable, you can’t help but begin drifting off. The nightmare doesn’t seem at all threatening anymore. You can’t remember the last time you felt this safe. You press your forehead to his neck, falling further into sleep. Just as you go under, you swear you hear him say something.

“You damn idiot. You ain’t foolin’ no one, Morgan.”

#red dead fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #awkward asks #gender neutral

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Long Haul - Re-Review #48

Okay, I think I managed to reply to most people yesterday, but I had over a hundred odd notifications to scroll through - so if I missed your comment, I’m really sorry! So, moving on to today’s review.

It’s all nice and steady, business as usual, and there’s even some lovely peaceful music until we get to the ‘duh-dun’ part and in comes trouble.

“All ships divert from bay 2:1 and await further instructions.”

“Bravo Two Four, I gave an order to divert.”

“Sorry control, missed that.”

Okay, it wasn’t their fault, as such, there’s very little you can do about radio interference, but these things will happen and cause chaos. At least it wasn’t deliberate for once!

“We hit something! How bad is it?”

“We’re going into meltdown!”

That bad is your answer, mate.

“Space Hub One, come in. This is International Rescue. Do you need assistance?”

“This is Controller Conrad. Our core is ruptured, the coolant unit is leaking, and we’re going into meltdown. Apart from that, everything is fine.”

Yes, that makes everything sound just peachy! I wouldn’t cool that everything is fine. Apart from what? Everything is dying on you basically. Meltdown is pretty... finite?

“Do you have an EVAC in progress?”

“Yes, I’m riding the power controls to buy time until everyone is out. But I’m only delaying the meltdown. I can’t stop it.”

“Alan, you reading this? You need to get up there.”

“FAB John, I’m on my way.”

Hooray for Thunderbird Three! Although, did Alan leave with any plan other than to get Conrad who was going to evacuate anyway? It seems like John was predicting a rescue would be needed here, which isn’t a bad thing, I just wasn’t entirely clear on the reasoning. On the one hand, you’ve got predicting something before it happens which is great; but on the other, you’ve got acting too soon, which then dragged Thunderbird Two up, when maybe Virgil could have just gone with Alan? I know it’s all for the sake of story, so I’m not going to dwell here for long.

“Conrad, time to get out of there.”

“Okay, I’m heading out.”

Apparently, according to the writers with their hands of God, you are not!

“Alan, Conrad was still on board when the comms went down. He was about to evac, but I don’t know if he made it.”

“If he’s there, I’ll find him. I got him! But he’s not moving, and life signs are very weak. One wrong more and the whole thing will break apart.”

Just to my penny’s worth in here, very cheery start to the episode! No, really, it was nice to see an episode which did just get straight down to business and save the humour for later, really heightened the tension. I do love episodes where we just get to dive right into the deep, there’s something rewarding in them me thinks.

“This is the duty log of Space Controller Conrad, Space Hub One. I’m running out of air and time. I don’t know if anyone will hear this... I hope everyone else made it out. This is all my fault, I should have spotted that cruiser. I’m sorry.”

I really liked this guest character! They gave us so much backstory for him too and the music! I just loved it all. I will be honest, teared a bit at that speech. It’s like he was leaving a message on the log, expecting it to be his last, expecting to die there, and still thinking of others regardless.

“Brains, how do I get into this thing?”

The music behind this conversation was also awesome!

“You can’t cut through. That chute is designed to withstand meteor hits and collisions with space debris. And I’ve got worst news.”

“Of course you do.”

“Oxygen levels have reached critical. Conrad is running out of air.”

Skipping a bit here and keeping the focus on these two, all alone in space - I really felt for Alan and Conrad here. They were so close an yet so far.

“Alan, I don’t want anyone else to be put in danger because of me.”

“Hey, we’re International Rescue. It’s what we do! And I’m gonna stay right here until we open the door.”

Alan really has grown. If this mission had been put on him in Series 1, I don’t think he would have been able to cope, what with his focus then on being able to go on missions, and being allowed to spread his wings. Series 2 for Alan is really an example of how he begins to balance his love and excitement for what he does, with a practical working attitude like his brothers. and actually, he is really good at in this episode.

“So, Conrad, how do you become a Space Controller?”

“You’re making conversation to try and take my mind of the meltdown, aren’t you?”

“Nooooo....”

He so is!

“It’s okay, I haven’t got anything better to do. I always wanted to see the world. I mean, really see it.”

Uh, perfect description of how John feels?

“Now all I want is to see my home again.”

“And where is that?”

“Slough. My family still live there. And they’re all heroes. My brother’s a firefighter, the other’s a paramedic, and my sister’s a police officer. Do you have any idea how much pressure that is?”

Uh, perfect description of Alan? Of course he knows what that feels like.

“I can try to imagine.”

“I just wanted to make them proud of me. I mean, space! That’s a pretty big deal right? And I blew it. I didn’t react fast enough.”

“It was an emergency situation. You responded as fast as you could and you got everyone out safely.”

“Everyone but me.”

One of the most emotional discussions in TAG? i think so. And it didn’t matter that it was involving a guest character, because they said everything which needed to be said. The Tracy boys may be our heroes, and they may battle with much higher levels to live up to, but there are families out there who have the same struggles. I really think this will have resonated with people out there. It’s hard to not resent elder siblings when you feel like they are constantly above you and we sort of saw Alan going through that in Series 1. Conrad was a good person for him to meet - this scene was thought-provoking, powerful, and reflective. Everything it should have been.

Now back to the whole Tracy Island interlude.

Personally, I love the silent moments we had which begun this scene. Virgil and Scott silently walking into the room, and the looks whilst they wait to find out whether they’re too late... I really felt that. Sometimes we don’t need words in a scene to convey emotions. I mean, did you see the way Alan’s shoulders dropped when he thought there wasn’t going to be an answer, and the way the boys looked at Brains? Said it all.

“Then we need a plan fast. The temperature is still rising and we’re running out of time before the whole thing blows!”

“Ok, Brains, give us a run down of our options.”

“I admire your optimism in thinking we have more than one.”

Brains, please try not to pessimistic for one episode? It’s hard, I know, and it’s ironic of me to ask him that, because I am also a pessimist so would probably be doing the exact same! Ironic, I know, but really, that got me.

“Without a working coolant unit, the power core will keep overheating until meltdown. But it’s too damaged for repairs. we need to replace it.”

“Ok, where do we get a replacement?”

“Right here. We use the same cooling system for the power system on Tracy Island. And I have a back-up.”

Of course he does, this is Brains we’re talking about! Always ready, like a Scout right? I wasn’t a Scout, so I might be wrong on that one.

“Great! Problem solved.”

I love how Scott was turning to leave, striding away all purposefully to go and get everything!

“It’s not that simple. That coolant unit is massive. The one at the space hub was transported bit by bit. It took weeks.”

“And we don’t have weeks. Is there a vehicle that could take it in one piece?”

“Thunderbird Three, but-”

And we all know what’s coming next!

“But disconnecting it from the hub means no life support for Conrad.”

Thank you, Scott.

“You said we had one option?”

Yes. Yes he did. Shall we find out what it was?

“Thunderbird Two could carry it.”

“Uh.. I think you’re forgetting the whole ‘in space’ part of the mission. Thunderbird Two is not a space ship.”

Listen to Scott, ever the obvious! No, really I love how ‘eldest brother’ he acted in this episode.

“I think it could break free of Earth’s gravity and make it to the space hub.”

“You think? We need to be sure.”

See, big brother! I really love it when he acts like that.

“I don’t know about this, Virgil, what do you think?”

“Well, Scott, I think Thunderbird two is going into space!”

Space, Space, Space! I feel like it’s a new catch phrase! Let’s see how many times I can fit the word into this next section of the Review.

“Hey Brains, when you’re done here, can you make Thunderbird Four into a spaceship too?”

*Watch as Brains’ face literally lights up, and then Scott proceeds to crush his dreams. Payback for Gordon and the Panda?*

“Uh, let’s not get carried away here guys! Besides we need Thunderbird Four standing by as a submarine!”

“FAB. But could you blame a guy for asking?”

“Right!”

Look at those faces! Scott is sick of it already.

New version of the countdown? Love it.

“Thunderbird Two is go-ing into space! Woo-hoo! Going into space! Going into space! Going into space! Going into space!”

Virgil has been to space before, this is nothing new for him... except it’s in Thunderbird Two and that must be like his absolute dream! It’s one thing to go in Thunderbird Three with Alan as a co-pilot, it’s another thing entirely to take your own ship up, and on a maiden voyage of sorts. I love the excitement in this scene - and I’m a little surprised Scott didn’t admonish the whooping over the radio!

“Ok, but keep monitoring. Closely.”

Oh, wait, that’s why, he’s too busy worrying his every last nerve! Fairly so though, I think I would have done the same.

“Come on, old friend, you can do this.”

And the faith here? I don’t think I could ever have as much faith in technology and machinery as these boys do and I think that is a testament to them, what they do, and their equipment. Connections really do mean everything, and I know we had this discussion in one of the comment sections, but I think it really is possible that these 2060 epic works of machinery are sentient.

“Only a few thousand metres to go.”

“We made it!

And we have lift off! The dream is a reality.

“You have pizza?”

“No, I was joking.”

Meanie. Alan took you seriously. Although why I don’t know!

And the rescue is pulled off with success! Back to Earth we go, after another ‘Thunderbird; debate;

“This way, I get to ride in Thunderbird Two. I mean, it is the coolest Thunderbird.”

“Right?”

New catchphrase for Virgil?

“I’m choosing to ignore that.”

“Virgil, it’s your heat shields! They took took much damage on launch. Thunderbird two is going to burn up on re-entry!”

“Virgil, I’m coming for ya’!”

“It’s too late, Alan. Thunderbird Two is caught in Earth’s gravity.”

Yes, Scott, just shove Brains out of the way! I must admit I love that scene.

“Virgil, you guys have to bail out in the pod.”

“Negative, Scott. Can’t do it.”

“We can build another Thunderbird Two. We can’t rebuild you!”

That line still gets me. It’s so poignant.

“Eject, now!”

Virgil won’t do that. He’s a go down with your ship kinda guy.

“He’s right.”

And that is Brains’ way of saying that he should have thought of that! Really, Conrad is actually very, very smart. I think he should have been offered a job on the spot. I mean, that’s a pretty good interview performance, right?

“Conrad’s plan just might work.”

“Might?”

“It might definitely work!”

“I hope so.”

So do we all, Scott.

“Come on Thunderbird Two...”

And Thunderbird Two does. Hooray! The underwater landing was quite entertaining as well.

Now for a happpy shot.

“I should have reacted quicker.”

Stop being so hard on yourself! I think he’s one of the good ones.

“Hey, your quick thinking up there saved us. And Thunderbird Two.”

“So Conrad...”

Little shoulder bump! Love it.

“What’s next?”

“I’ll drop in and see my family in Slough and then it’s back to the Hub.”

He’ll have one heck of a story to tell.

“Hey Brains, how long would it take to re-fit Thunderbird Two to take Conrad back up to the Hub?”

“Thanks, but this time I’ll get a ride designed to go into space. Alan?”

“And which Thunderbird is the coolest?”

“Thunderbird Three is the coolest.”

“Yes, it is.”

He deserved a visit to the Island after saving Virgil’s (and his own of course) life like that. He seems like a really smart, switched on kid who just got stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time in a tough situation. I love episodes like this one because it reminds us that everyone on this show is human - even those in the Tracy family.

P.S. Shall we have the coolest Thunderbird debate? Now seems like a good time since the boys have instigated it. Stick your thoughts below if you want to!

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Finding Home - Chapter 9

Finding Home: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC (Daisy Adams)

Word Count: 2634

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, violence, major character death, mentions of sexual abuse/rape, pregnancy, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex, pregnancy sex, Bisexual MMF threesome)

Synopsis: Daisy Adams has abilities. She can read minds. Force her thoughts onto others. As a child, she is taken by Hydra and raised as a weapon. Daisy finds another and speaks to him in his dreams. He has been taken too. He wants to return to the man he loves. Can she get them back together? Will she even want to once she realizes that she’s falling in love?

Chapter 9

I slept uneasily that night. My dreams were filled with Bucky and Tony. It was all pain and trauma. I couldn’t keep taking over people’s minds like that. I was bringing bits of them back with me.

The next day, I sat outside on the porch in a rocking chair and waited. I held James. After what I’d just done I didn’t want to put him down. I think he knew something was wrong and was projecting back the soothing thoughts I normally sent him. That can’t be right though can it? He was only three days old.

The Quinn Jet arrived, just like I knew it would, and landed in the woods just to the front of the house. I got up and unsteadily walked towards it. The others were heading towards me in single file. You could tell how broken they were just by looking at them. I didn’t even have to look into their minds. Their pain poured out of them and crashed down on top of me. Bruce in particular. He felt ruined. Like he had given up hope. He wanted to die but knew even that was hopeless.

Clint and Natasha passed me without a word. Nat offered me a sad smile and Clint patted me briefly on the shoulder.

Tony glared at me. “We’re going to need to talk.” He said as he passed me. I nodded.

Thor looked awful. I was glad I couldn’t hear his thoughts. As he walked passed I took his hand and he squeezed it and let go without breaking his stride.

Steve stopped and kissed me, taking James from my arms. He looked relieved to see me. He didn’t know I’d be here, and whatever that other person had done to him had made him forget that he had us at all. Bruce caught up to us because of the brief stop and I turned and hooked my arm with his, and we kind of supported each other as we headed back to the house.

“Thank you.” He said.

“I’m just glad it worked.”

He let out a hollow laugh. “Not half as much as I am.”

“What happened?”

He shook his head. That twin is like you, only she’s so much worse. She trapped us in our worst thoughts. For me, that’s setting of a time bomb.”

“Fuck,” I said, under my breath.

“I feel like our only chance is to have you there with us, but you’re in no condition to fight. So now what? We’re just doomed.” We were almost at the house now. Clint, Nat, and Tony were already inside. “Where are we?”

I laughed. “I think that’s for Clint to tell.”

We headed inside and Clint was already introducing Barney and Laura to everyone. I approached Steve and wrapped my arms around him. Tony was perplexed. He couldn’t quite get his head around Clint having a family he’d hidden from us.

The kids tore around the corner.

“Uncle Clint! Auntie Nat!” They cried slamming into Nat and Clint.

“Auntie Nat?” Tony asked. Steve smirked.

“Sorry for barging in,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed.” Tony snarked.

“Yeah well, Fury helped me set this up,” Clint explained. “We had a rough start, people were after us. I agreed to join SHIELD if Fury agreed to keep them safe. We hid Barney’s identity. He kept them off SHIELD’s files and I’d like to keep it that way. I figured it was a good place to lay low. And as you can see, Daisy’s been hiding out here.”

Nat started talking to Laura as the men all shifted around awkwardly. Not quite knowing what to do with themselves. I took Jamie off Steve and went and sat down. Thor suddenly stormed out of the room and Steve followed. I heard the sound of Thor taking off, and then this incredible sadness isolation poured out of Steve so strongly I scrambled back to my feet and hobbled towards the door to find him. Tony grabbed me by the arm.

“You. Me. Talk. Now.” He snapped.

He dragged me into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry, Tony,” I said, not looking him in the eye.

“You took over my body.” He snapped.

“I saw what was happening. I stopped it. Isn’t that what’s important?”

“You pushed me out of control of my own body! Do you even know what that feels like?”

I shook my head. “Probably doesn’t feel as bad as being crushed to death because the Hulk dropped part of a building on you.”

“Will you please look at me.” He snapped.

I looked up. He wasn’t projecting anger. He was projecting hurt. “I’m sorry, Tony. That other one has been in there too. I don’t think you’re even aware that happened. Did you have a weird vision at some point?”

He shook himself and I saw all of us floating in space dead. “I can probably get that out. I need to recharge more first.”

“Since when could you even do that? We were on the other side of the planet.”

I lowered my eyes again. “I don’t know. I just knew I had to try something. I’m sorry it was unpleasant for you. I stand by my decision.”

“You’re kind of scary, you know?” Tony said.

I laughed and looked back up at him. “Who me? I’m so small and non-threatening though. Look I’m holding a baby and everything.”

He hugged me and I awkwardly returned it. “That’s what makes it so scary.”

I found Steve in the yard. I was over-doing it with all this walking around. Especially still holding James. I started to feel week and pain radiated through my whole body. It was nothing compared to what Steve was feeling.

“Steve?” I said as I approached. He turned to me and smiled. He took James from me again, and put his arm around me, letting me lean my weight on him.

“What she did to you. It’s not you.” I said.

“Daisy. Please, my thoughts are mine. Why do you keep doing this to me?”

“I haven’t done anything, Steve. You’re pushing your hurt out so much that anyone with any empathy could feel it. I don’t know what you’re actually thinking.”

“Then how do you know it’s not me?”

I leaned up and kissed him. “Steve. I know you. This pain your feeling, you’re a good person and you don’t deserve that.”

He smiled sadly. “I just feel like what they have in that house, it’s been stolen from me. I had plans, Daisy.”

“Steve. Look at what is currently in your arms right now.”

He looked down at me and James. A smile crept over his face. It came reluctantly, but it did come. He leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth.

“I’m going to pick that bitch out of your mind later, and you’re going to let me. Right now you need a shower and to sleep. I need that too. So, come on.”

I woke up and Steve was gone. James was stirring beside me. He was hungry, and he needed changing. I got up and took him to the changing table by the window. I could see Steve and Tony chopping wood. I started changing James half watching them out the window. Steve suddenly tore a log in two with his bare hands.

What’s it like to be around functional people I wonder?

I went downstairs and started preparing a bottle for James. Clint and Natasha came up behind me. Nat held out her arms and I handed James over.

“How are you holding up?” Clint asked.

“Better than you guys. I had your awesome sister-in-law looking after me.” I handed the bottle to Nat.

“I think we need you for this battle, Daisy,” Clint said.

“Yay! I’m gonna get killed because I can’t actually fight for shit. Particularly in my present condition.” I cheered and went behind Nat putting my hands on her head.

“What are you doing?” Nat asked.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. I could see where that little bitch had damaged Natasha’s psyche, what thoughts she’d trapped her in. I pulled it all apart and put things back how they belonged.

I opened my eyes and swayed slightly on my feet. “Better?” I asked.

“Much.” She said. “Though, I wish you hadn’t seen that.”

I shrugged and grabbed a paper towel. My nose was bleeding again. This time just a trickle, thank god. “Burden of the skill set I have, I’m afraid. None of you get secrets. Even you, Clint.” I winked at him and he blushed.

Tony came inside followed by Steve and a man I didn’t know. I looked at Steve confused.

“You must be the infamous Daisy Adams.” The man said. I scanned him quickly. Fury. This was Nick Fury. The one Bucky had been sent to kill.

“I am,” I said. “And you’re Nick Fury.”

“Very good, and what other tricks can you do?” Nick asked me.

Nat glared up at him. Nick was thinking about how he could use me. Not in a terrible weapon way, more like if I were trained I could join the others. Could I be a hero? Or was I a risk because of my Hydra start? Nat was worried he saw me as a weapon.

I pushed my thoughts at him.

I CAN DO SO MANY THINGS. THINGS I DON’T EVEN KNOW YET. IT SCARES ME A LITTLE. BUT I AM NO THREAT TO YOU IF YOU ARE HERE AS A FRIEND.

“Very good.” Fury said. “Don’t worry. You have nothing to fear from me. What about the little one.”

“Jamie,” I said.

He walked over and hovered over Jamie. He was still feeding, but he’d slowed a lot and he looked up at Fury. He wasn’t worried at all. He just pushed his happy baby thoughts out of him.

“Does he seem to have any abilities,” Fury asked.

Natasha looked at me and shook her head very slightly.

“Not so far. He’s three days old.” Steve said stepping forward.

That night all of us ate together, and as the table was cleared, Fury filled everyone in.

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with … I don’t think it’s just one thing.” He said as he washed the dishes.

Steve stood leaning on the archway between the kitchen and the lounge room. He held James and rocked him as he fed him his night time bottle. I sat at the kitchen table with Nat as the other kids ran around the house bringing drawings to her. Bruce lent on one of the kitchen cabinets, as Clint played with his niece and nephew. Tony was playing darts, trying to pass off being nonchalant when this was eating him alive.

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked.

“He’s easy to track. He’s everywhere.” Fury said. “Guy’s multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

“Still going after launch codes?” Tony asked.

“Yes he is, but he’s not making any headway.” Fury said. He’d moved to cutting up some bread. This was all bizarrely domestic considering what danger we were all in.

“I cracked the pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare,” Tony said. His frustration was dripping from him.

“Yeah, well. I contacted our friends at the NEXUS about that.”

“NEXUS?” Steve asked.

“It’s the world Internet hub in Oslo,” Bruce explained. “Every byte of data flows through there. It has the fastest access on Earth”

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked cutting Bruce off.

“He’s fixated on the missiles. But the codes are constantly being changed.” Fury said.

“By whom?” Tony asked. Clint threw a dart that skimmed past Tony’s face startling him, before embedding itself in the bulls-eye.

“Parties unknown.” Fury said.

“We have an ally?” Natasha asked.

“Ultron’s got an enemy.” Fury said. “That’s not the same thing. Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is.”

“Might need to visit Oslo,” Tony said. “Find our unknown.”

“Well, this is good times, boss. But I was kinda hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that.” Natasha said. She was exhausted and frustrated. Clint came over and put his hands on her shoulders. She leaned back into him. I guess they’d given up on hiding themselves.

“I do.” Fury said. “I have you.”

Everyone in the room basically just rolled their eyes. I actually let out a small laugh at them. I quickly covered my mouth.

“Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere. Ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream of. And here we all are back on Earth. With nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world.” Fury said. “Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this laid in a grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”

Natasha smirked. “Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

“You know what, Romanoff?” He teased.

“So what does he want?” Fury asked.

“To become better,” Steve answered. “Better than us. He keeps building bodies.”

“Person bodies,” Tony said. “The human form is inefficient biologically speaking, we’re outmoded. But he keeps going back to it.”

Bruce had walked over to Natasha and was looking at the painting of a butterfly Lila had painted. He was having thoughts about evolution and metamorphosis.

“When you two programmed him to protect the human race,” Nat said looking between Bruce and Tony. “You amazingly failed.”

“They don’t need to be protected,” Bruce said. “They need to evolve. Ultron’s going to evolve.”

“How?” Fury asked.

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce asked.

“The Cradle,” Tony said.

“Exactly,” Bruce said. “He’s going to build himself a new body.”

“We could use you in this fight, Daisy. That Maximoff girl is a threat. You’re the only one equipped to deal with her.” Fury said turning to me.

Steve stepped over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, James had drifted off in his arms and was sleeping peacefully against his chest. “There is no way.”

“Then you may all be doomed.”

Steve went to speak, and I put my hand on his. “I don’t see how I can fight. I can barely even walk yet. I have stitches along the bottom of my abdomen. I lost like three pints of blood. Even if that wasn’t the case, I’m not combat trained. I don’t Hulk out like this guy.” I hooked my thumb back at Bruce. “I’m just a civilian who can read minds.”

“Read minds. Alter minds. Force your will on to others. You could incapacitate the fast one, and you could protect everyone else from the other one.” Fury said.

“Or I could get knocked the fuck out, and die and leave my son with neither of his biological parents.” I snapped.

“You could stay in the jet. You took over my body when I was in South Africa and you were on this farm.” Tony said. “You wouldn’t need to be in any danger.”

“No,” Steve said. “I won’t allow it. It’s too dangerous.”

“You’ve been trying to protect her for so long, Rogers,” Tony said. He spoke calmly and rationally. “Maybe it’s time you let her protect you.”

I felt like everyone was missing a massive piece of the puzzle here. “What about, James?” I asked.

“Maybe James could spend some time with his Uncle Nick?”

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