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idontknowreallywhy · 1 day

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Resurface 22 - Rescue

What went before

In which 11 year old Scott’s physics and construction methods are put under a little strain…

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“Helmet on, Scotty!”

Scott paused mid-clamber into the kayak and came back to take his his cycle helmet from Virgil, fastening it on before giving a big thumbs up. Virgil tried to tighten the strap under his own chin but his hands were sweaty and clumsy and he was relieved when Scotty’s long nimble fingers appeared and made it just right. Scott knocked gently on the top of the helmet just like Dad always did and they both chanted “Use your head - Use a helmet.”

As his brother climbed into the seat at the front the flying machine wobbled alarmingly. Virgil wondered if it might have been better to have launched from a flatter part of the roof but… well Scott said it had to be high and this was the highest bit. Too late now.

“Ok, can you steady her for me?”

Virgil nodded. Then squeaked a “yes” as he realised Scott was looking elsewhere. He clutched the back edge of the kayak and pushed downwards using his own weight to counter his brother’s. He glanced at the safety line wrapped around the chimney and secured with a tumble hitch knot - luckily that was a knot he did know and so he knew how to quickly release it when Scotty gave him the signal. Not yet though, he’d need to be in the boat first.

A crescendo of whining filled his ears as Scott started the lead drone and the rest of the swarm picked up the signal and followed. Sure enough the nose of the kayak lifted slightly into the air, so instead of pointing straight down the pitch of the roof it now looked off into the distance.

Maybe the math did work after all?

Scott looked back at him, eyes aflame with excitement. Virgil couldn’t help grinning back - they were going to do this! At his brother’s nod he climbed carefully into the back of the kayak, and settled into the seat, bracing his feet against the footrest and his knees against the sides.

Scott looked back and gave him a nearly-actual-wink “Ready First Officer Virgie?”

“Ready Captain Scott!”

Scott twisted back to face the front and stuck three fingers in the air, then two, one… he swooshed his hand downwards and Virgil pulled on the working end of the knot and it unravelled, smooth as anything.

The flying machine jolted forwards and downwards and Virgil’s stomach jumped into his neck but then the front wobbled back up again as the drones increased their intensity to fight the sudden pull of gravity. He could feel the part of the kayak immediately under his bottom go thud-thud-thudthudthudthud down the ridges of the tiles until it stopped halfway. The drones strained as Scott increased the power and pushed them forward as well as up and there was a tugging feeing which made Virgil wonder whether the flying machine was trying to escape from the claws of a monster.

Then there was a crack which made him jump and then a tearing noise and the machine slid forwards suddenly, but one of the wings stayed behind and everything tilted sideways. The drones were swaying wildly, all terrifying spinning blades and their pitch raised up another notch to frantic and it filled Virgil’s head with stinging fuzz. He couldn’t help squealing in fear but that was nothing compared to the howl of pain and horror from in front of him.

Without even thinking he dived forward and wrapped his arms around Scott’s waist just as the kayak flipped over and dumped Virgil on the roof tiles. His legs were trapped beneath it. His arms and neck and back and every muscle in him screamed at the sudden strain and he couldn’t work out why but just squeezed his eyes shut and held on tight because as long as they were together it would be alright.

The outer edge of the gutter was pressing into his cheek and Virgil fought against the relentless monster that was trying to pull Scott away from him.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #wee!tracys #resurface fic #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #physics is overrated #duct tape is also possibly overrated

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alicewritingstories · 6 months

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Whumptober Prompt Fills Part 10: Failure

~Also on AO3~

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” | Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

Alt 2: Aftermath of Failure (Replacing 16)

Warnings: Discussion of past failure, implied trauma and flashbacks, mention of injury

Central character(s): Time, Wild

The battle was effectively over; even as Time looked around, sword at the ready, the last gold bokoblin fell to a combined attack by Wind and Four, leaking black blood on the ground for a moment before it exploded into smoke. Time sighed and nodded to himself as the others instinctively gathered around the wounded: Wild had been trampled by a lynel as it made its final charge - he'd shot it in the throat just before impact - but was stirring feebly under Sky's hands. Warriors was pulling an arrow out of Hyrule's shoulder while Legend held him down, telling him firmly that he was to accept healing for himself before going to check on Wild and that squirming was just making the wound larger. They all had the usual collection of cuts and bruises, but overall had got off lightly apart from those two.

"I'm going to check there are no more lying in wait," he called.

Twilight had joined Sky kneeling over Wild and was uncorking a potion, but he looked up and nodded. Four and Wind also looked round from hovering between their injured brothers and Four hurried to a ruined wall to climb up it and get a good vantage point. Wind stayed where he was, looking around carefully, his sword still in his hand.

Time smiled proudly and set off.

The battle had taken them into the edges of Wild's Castletown: a sad collection of ruins that, unlike other ruins in Wild's Hyrule, had not been taken over by nature. Only a few green shoots were starting to sprout between cracked stones and the shadow of the deserted castle fell ominously over everything. Once Time had turned a few corners away from where his boys were recovering from the battle, it was mournfully quiet.

Familiarly so.

As Time looked around the ruins of Castletown, destroyed by Ganon while its hero was deep in a magical sleep, his armor suddenly felt strange. He almost thought he heard Navi's voice in his ear, so clear that it made him look round for her.

In the distance he saw Vah Medoh, resting peacefully on its perch, and that reminded him that he was in Wild's Hyrule, not his own. That he was a grown man, no longer a child suddenly thrust into a teenager's body.

He shook his head hard and hastily continued his patrol, just watching for movements and trying not to look too hard at the empty, roofless houses marked with scorch marks.

He couldn't get back to the others too soon.

They had set up camp a little way further from the town and both Wild and Hyrule had been healed. Time smiled and spoke to them in something close to a daze, ate dinner without really being aware of what he was putting in his mouth, brushed off concerned questions, and went to sit on a rock overlooking the town. He knew it was a bad idea. He knew sitting and looking at a standing reminder of the moments after he had left the Temple of Time wouldn't help anything, but he felt drawn to it despite himself.

With a sigh, he picked up his ocarina - not the Ocarina of Time, but his own - and started playing it softly, settling into Zelda's Lullaby to stop himself drifting to the Song of Time.

"Time?"

He startled and looked up as Wild came and crouched down on the rock next to him, balanced on the balls of his feet. The champion nodded a greeting to him, then looked out over the ruins with a sigh.

"How are you feeling?" Time asked softly.

"Still bruised, but barely worth mentioning." Wild shifted to sit down normally and rested his elbows on his knees. After a long moment he said softly, "I hate coming here."

Time looked round at him again.

"I don't remember it except ruined and full of Malice and guardians. I've been back with Zelda a few times - she has big plans to rebuild - and she tries to tell me what it was like before, but…" Wild shook his head.

"What does she say?" asked Time, curious and glad of the distraction.

Wild shrugged. "Busy. Colorful. It sounds like it was a lot like your Castletown, actually."

Time looked back at the ruins. "Yes. It does remind me of my Castletown."

He could almost feel Wild's stare, but wasn't sure how to elaborate.

"I suppose… the fountain is in the same place? Relative to the castle?" ventured Wild.

Time sighed, shaking his head. "Sorry, it's… difficult to talk about. You remember I told you that when I took on Ganon the kingdom was already in ruins?"

Wild nodded.

"Well… Before that happened, the sword made me sleep for seven years while Ganon triumphed. When I emerged…" Time gestured to the maze of crumbling stones in front of them and the dark mass beyond it. "This was what I found."

Wild looked back at the ruins. "How many times did you defeat him? Ganon, I mean?"

"I hardly know the answer to that myself any more."

"But he never defeated you. Well…" Wild's eyes flicked back towards the camp, where a sudden peal of Legend's laughter had just rung out. "I see why you don't like talking about it. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt."

Time chuckled. "Indeed. But to respond to what you're really saying, I did fail. I was a child and I couldn't stop Ganon and that's why I was forced to sleep for seven years until I was taller and stronger, but in the meantime Zelda and the people of Hyrule saw Ganon rise and suffered under his rule and when I emerged from my sleep a thriving town was a deserted ruin." He glanced at Wild and patted his shoulder. "Seven years, a hundred years, and it comes to the same thing in the end."

Wild scowled. "I wasn't a child, though. I just… I don't even remember what happened. Just a couple of moments that tell me we ran." He picked up a small stone and threw it morosely to rattle down the slope towards an empty street. "I don't know why. I don't know what I saw or what I tried to do or if I even tried anything to fight. You did, I assume."

Time remembered Ganon looming over him and laughing as he lay on the ground, a helpless child not even worth killing. "Oh, yes, I tried. But even if I might not recognise Princess Zelda's Appointed Knight, I know the Hero of the Wild and I can't imagine he was all that different. I can't imagine you didn't even try."

Wild made a noise halfway to a bitter laugh.

Time laid a hand on his shoulder and said softly, "It's OK, Wild."

Wild shook his head.

"Wild. It's OK."

Wild shook his head again, but this time he leaned a little closer and let Time wrap an arm around his shoulder. After a moment, he relaxed his head onto Time's shoulder.

"It's OK," said Time again, resting his cheek on the top of Wild's head. The silence stretched as they looked out over the ruins, but Time felt better. His Castletown and his Hyrule thrived. This one was as scarred and weary as its hero, but Wild was healing. One day his Hyrule would do the same.

#whumptober2023 #no.29 #troubled past resurfacing #Alt.2 #Aftermath of failure #linked universe #fic #trauma tw #my fanfic #linked universe whump #lu time #lu wild

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yume127 · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roxas & Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Aqua & Terra & Ventus (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Kingdom Hearts III, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Worth Issues, Nightmares, discussion of trauma Summary:

It didn’t matter how many times Ventus cried alone in his room, how much he loathed himself, or how bad the memories plaguing him were. No one could see the war going on inside him as he went along his days acting like his normal smiley, bubbly self.

After returning home, Ventus had to deal with the remnants of his forgotten past.

#ventus #roxas #kingdom hearts #fanfiction #finally getting back into writing!#this fic is mostly focused on Ven and his internal struggle when his khux memories start to resurface #it's something i've been wanting to write for a while now

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meetinginsamarra · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 29 "troubled past resurfacing"

“I, John, um, am honoured…” Sherlock trailed off, cleared his throat and began anew. “Actually, and honestly, I’m too overwhelmed to find proper words.” He firmly focused his gaze on John’s eyes, forcing himself to concentrate. “But I would do it again. This sacrifice. For you.”

“Dear God, please, no!” John blurted and his body visibly shook as if it had been hit by a strong gust of wind. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate what you’ve done for me, all that you’ve done and thinking about it ‘appreciate’ is such a weak expression but I cannot think of another right now. I don’t know how to repay you, Sherlock.”

“There is no need to repay anything, John.”

“Yeah, sure. But you jumped off a roof for me, you shot Magnussen in order to save Mary and make me happy and now, you let yourself get killed for real by Smith to make me help you.” John scrubbed his hand throw his hair. “You have to stop sacrificing yourself for me Sherlock! I can’t take it to be the reason if you die and I won’t survive being left like this again. You’re not indestructable. You might think so but you’re really not.”

“I know but I made a vow to protect you. And Mary and the baby.”

“You kept your oath. Now, let me acquit you of it otherwise it will be the death of us both.”

“You cannot…”

“Just promise me to think about it, thoroughly, yes?” When Sherlock nodded, John’s strained posture relaxed a bit but he braced himself for what he needed to say next. To get over the troubled past resurfacing unwanted in front of his inner eye.

“When I saw you awake, I felt so happy. But then I thought you were afraid of me touching you, afraid that I might punch you again. I was crushed by guilt when I saw you so scared. I’ll never forgive myself for assaulting you in the mortuary. You were weak, drugged to hell and clearly out of your mind. I could have simply stopped after I incapacitated you, just left you there on the floor.”

“I made you do it. You have no fault. I don’t blame you, John. I had this plan and…”

John interjected, “Please don’t tell me you expected me to punch and kick you like this. I’ve been angry at everything and everyone for so long and you were just the poor innocent sod who made me break and received all the backlash.”

“I’m not innocent.” Sherlock choked out the next words. “I killed your wife.”

“No, absolutely not. She made a deliberate choice when she jumped in front of you. She might as well have just stood there watching you getting shot a second time.”

“She saved me.”

“She did. But we’ll never know what made her do it. Maybe she felt guilty after all for shooting you. I had not forgiven her and she knew it. Maybe she felt I never could if she let you die in the aquarium.”

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clintbartonruinedmylife · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 29

"Troubled past resurfacing"

For a while Clint was happy. He had found a man he loved and who loved him, he had married said man, he had a good job he liked, he had friends and a life. Everything was good. Until one fucking Friday afternoon.

Clint was just coming home from his job as a carpenter. He parked his bike in the driveway when he noticed a car opposite of the house he lived in with Bucky. He looked at the car for a very long moment before he walked up to the entrance door, unlocked it and went in. He saw Bucky’s shoes lying beside the door and a smile appeared on his lips. He was home already.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called, the smile broadening.

But when Bucky didn’t answer his smile vanished.

“Babe?” he called. “Bucky?”

He went from the living room to the kitchen and there he paled immediately.

“Hello, Clint,” he heard a voice had hoped to never hear again. The man stood beside a chair and held a gun in his hand, aimed it at Bucky’s head who was tied to said chair. His arms behind his back, his feet to the legs of the chair and he was gagged. His eyes widened, when the man said Clint’s name. Two more men were sitting on the other chairs at the table, drinking coffee and smirking at him.

“Barney,” Clint said. “Jacques, Buck.” It’s been more than fifteen years since he’s seen them the last time and he had hoped to never see them again.

“Oh, you still know who I am,” Barney grinned. “I’m honored,” he said and placed his empty hand on his chest.

“Are you okay, babe?” Clint said, ignoring his big brother. Bucky was pale but he half nodded, half shrugged.

“So, you’re still taking it up the ass?” Barney asked and pressed his gun against Bucky’s temple.

“Fuck you,” Clint snapped back. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

“We need you and your special talent,” Jacques said and pointed at him, Clint. “And he,” he pointed at Bucky, “will make sure that you do what we want.”

“I’ve told you I don’t want to do this anymore, Barney,” Clint said.

Barney raised a brow and pressed the muzzle of his gun harder against Bucky’s temple.

“Do you want him to live?” he said and Clint gritted his teeth.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him,” he whispered.

“Depends on what you do, little brother,” Barney grinned and Bucky’s eyes wet wide.

Clint threw a glare in his direction but then he went to Bucky, hunkered down beside him and put a hand on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, babe, that you have to find out this way. But I’m gonna explain everything to you when this is over. I promise.”

“Come on, get up. Buck will stay with your boyfriend and we…”

“Husband,” Clint said and glared at his brother. Barney cocked his head, grinned and patted his shoulder.

“Congrats! But now we have a job to do and Buck will take care that you do what we want you to do.”

“If you hurt him,” Clint growled. “If you so much as harm a hair on his head, I will kill you. All of you!”

He kissed Bucky despite the gag in his mouth and rose. “Let’s get this over with!”

#whumptober2023 #no. 29 #troubled past resurfacing #marvel #fic #clint barton #hawkeye #bucky barnes #winter soldier #winterhawk #barney barton #jacques duquesne #buck chisholm

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rd-eternity · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.” | Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”

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Summary: After months of living together after the war, Liam's gotten used to Theo waking in the middle of the night in terror. When one night it gets to a point Theo accidentally hurts himself, he does what he can in order to help him heal.

The mountain air barely helps. Theo still wakes up, sweating and terrified, at least once a night, and has gotten close to hurting himself again. He sobs while Liam holds him, until he falls back asleep. On the third night, he manages to claw his arm open. It’s not nearly as bad as the last time, but bad enough that he can’t get back in bed. Liam changes the sheets and gets him a new shirt, but he refuses to get in, stays against the opposite wall like a cornered puppy. Even Liam talking to him makes him flinch, eyes trained on the ground and away from the other. “Theo.” He takes his hands, stepping closer to the chimera. “It’s been months. I need you to talk to me, I want to help you.” “You can’t,” he says. “I know anything you say would be a lie, you said I deserved it.” Liam’s blood chills. “What?” He wiggles from Liam’s grasp and leaves the room, the beta scrambling after him. He catches him before the front door, pulling him to the couch. Theo groans, finally making eye contact with him. “It’s okay. I deserved it then, I still deserve it now.” “No, you absolutely fucking don’t,” he says firmly, putting a hand underneath his chin, making him look at the beta. “You’re hurting yourself, Theo. You don’t deserve to be in this much pain, no matter what you did.” “I hurt you,” he murmurs. “I tried forcing you to be something you’re not. I was going to kill you. ” He blinks a few times, realization slowly dawning on him. At the moment he said Theo deserved this, and why. God he was so stupid. “Where did Kira’s sword send you?” Theo shudders. “Hell.” “No-” he stops at the dead look in the chimera’s eyes, and pulls him closer. “Talk to me.”

#thiam #archive of our own #fanfiction #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #ao3 fanfic #no.29 #troubled past resurfacing #what happened to me #scented candle #violence tw #check tags for triggers #hurt/comfort #angst with a hopeful ending #cuddling & snuggling #fic moodboard

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uniasus · 6 months

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Whumptober 23 - Day 29 - YGO

This is a longer fill, so you can also read on Ao3.

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Atem blinked into the darkness, staring at the ceiling. Did he really have to go to the bathroom, or could he roll back over? Eh, he was up. Shoving the covers away, he padded out the room and into the hallway. He was too preoccupied with yawning to realize there was a light on under the bathroom door, twisting it open to startle Yugi, who dropped something with a yelp.

Atem stared at him and Yugi stared back. It took a moment for Atem’s brain to kick awake, but when it did all sleepiness vanished.

Yugi sat on the closed toilet seat, wearing sleep pants and a worn black t-shirt. His right leg was propped up on the edge of the tub, fabric pushed to his knees to show off a nasty-looking horizontal cut across the top of his calf. It was actively bleeding, if slowly, and behind Yugi on the sink were a variety of first aid supplies.

He turned, refusing to look at Atem, and picked up the wet cloth he’d dropped. Atem noticed used bandages on the floor. A bruise around Yugi’s lower calf, a thick ring of purple.

“Go back to bed, Atem.”

“I will not!”

“Well, if you have to pee, go use the bathroom downstairs.” Yugi concentrated on his leg, brushing the cloth along the wound. It didn’t stop bleeding; Atem could see the sluggish trail of red, the spots on the cloth. The bandages under Yugi’s lifted leg had brown spots.

He hadn’t simply injured himself during a shaving experiment.

Yugi continued cleaning the wound, moving with practiced ease. It was a stark reminder that before he’d solved the Puzzle, this had probably been a weekly occurrence for him. Tending his hurts by himself, not telling his grandfather to ease his worry. Atem had seen the memories, felt the sting of them. Yugi had never liked doing it.

But here he was. Treating himself for an injury Atem hadn’t known he’d gotten.

When Yugi dropped the cloth to reach for the gauze, Atem pressed into his space. He knelt on the ground, holding the cloth against Yugi’s leg.

“I’ll apply pressure while you get the bandages ready.”

“Go away, Atem.”

Atem stared at him in surprise, but Yugi’s face was blank. He wasn’t even looking at Atem, too busy opening up a packet of gauze. The squares were so white, almost glowing in the fluorescent light of the bathroom.

Yugi yanked Atem’s hand away. “I don’t need your help.”

“You only have so many hands.”

“I know what I’m doing. You don’t. Take that off.”

Reluctantly, Atem pulled away the wet rag. Yugi quickly measured the gauze against the length of the wound, then trimmed a bit from the piece’s edge. Then, he grabbed a dry cloth and patted his leg.

“Adhesives don’t stick well to wet skin,” he mumbled.

Ashamed, Atem leaned back and watched him work. He took a tube of something, antibiotic cream Atem read when he picked it up, and put a layer on the cut. Then, he put the strip of gauze over it, aligning the white fabric over the cut. Only then did he address Atem again.

“Can you hold that in place?”

Immediately, Atem leaned forward to obey. Around Atem’s fingers, Yugi placed a series of vertical bandaids to hold the gauze in place. On top of that, Yugi wrapped fabric bandages around his calf. Atem watched, nibbling his lip. He wanted to recommend stitches; the cut went halfway around Yugi’s leg and if it still bled it obviously wasn’t healing fast, but he suspected that Yugi would ignore the suggestion.

Atem combed through the ghost of memories he had from sharing Yugi’s body, the thoughts and feelings Yugi had shared with him to relieve Atem’s sadness at having no past. Yugi was familiar with doing this, taking care of himself in private. But he shouldn’t be doing it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Didn’t want to? Yugi, why? I just want to help-“

“Like you helped last weekend?”

“Last weekend? I don’t know what you did instead of going to that party with us, and I was worried when I realized you didn’t come home, but if you had something to do I would have certainly helped if you asked, Partner!” Atem was yelling by the end.

They both stilled, waiting to see if Solomon heard, but after a moment of no sounds they both let out their breath.

Yugi grit his teeth. “What, did you think I just went to a different party then? Got distracted by an errand for Grandpa? Found someone else to spend the weekend with?”

Atem narrowed his eyes. Honestly, yes, he had thought Yugi found something else to do last weekend and it had hurt that he’d not included Atem. Hadn’t even told him. But, he watched Yugi push down his pants leg, if Yugi hadn’t been at a different party. If something had happened, something that resulted in a cut that really, really should have stitches…

Yugi hadn’t ditched them for something better. He’d been in trouble. None of them had known, not over the weekend, and not now. If Atem hadn’t barged in on Yugi, he’d never have even known he was injured.

“Why didn’t you tell me, partner?” Atem asked again. “You could have called. You could have told us what happened. This isn’t the first time you’ve dressed this cut, I could have helped you with it yesterday!”

“Because I didn’t use to need to, partner.” Yugi threw back the nickname with venom. “You used to just look at me and know something was wrong, without reading my emotions through the Puzzle.”

“We were around each other twenty-four-seven! Of course, I would notice something. But now we both have school, jobs-“

“And I’ve dropped in priority, got it. Vessel job done, you’ve got a body, congrats.”

“Yugi!”

Yugi looked away and curled up on the toilet seat. Atem took the chance to look at him. He looked like he did every day, a tired university student who’d spent too much time studying. Yugi, never much for outdoor time, had become even paler as his studies had him spending hours in front of a computer screen learning to code. Easy answers to any question about his well-being, just like he used to shrug off Teá’s inquires about his health in lower secondary.

But Atem knew from Yugi’s shared memories that many of the times Yugi said he was fine, he was hiding bruises or some type of emotional hurt. A punch to the face hurt just as much as knowing he locked eyes with a classmate who scurried past to avoid having to see a beating. For all that he gave help to others, Yugi never asked for it. Even during the two and a half years they shared body, as they went from fight to fight with the support of friends, they always volunteered to come.

Joey’s insistence that Yugi not enter a tournament alone. Tristan on the sidelines, alert for potential danger and willing to lend a fist. Teá cheering her loudest, a reminder that Yugi had friends. Oh, he’d offer his help to Atem, and Atem would offer help in return. But to ask, please help me, had Yugi ever?

Once, Atem thought, when he first solved the Puzzle. When Atem, as Yami, forced himself into Yugi’s life and spent months helping him with bullies without Yugi being fully aware of it. He’d seen and acted, and now, now Yugi was right. Atem hadn’t noticed. But Yugi was also hiding. He didn’t have to decide to change his bandages at two in the morning. He’d slipped back into old habits, as if he was alone again, and that, that Atem regretted not catching.

He placed a hand on Yugi’s back. “Sorry. You’re right. I should have noticed something.”

Yugi turned his head to look at Atem. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean that.”

“I know.”

“I just,” Yugi hiccuped. “I miss you. I know you’re here, and you’re not trapped any more! But I miss spending all that time with you.”

“Me too.” Atem leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “And I want you to know, you’re the most important person in the world to me. So please, when you need help, tell me, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Any other wounds?”

“A few bruises.”

“How many is a few?”

Yugi pulled up his near pants leg, showing off the bruise around the bottom of his leg Atem noticed before. “This, and a match on my other leg. That’s it.”

“Do they hurt? Do you need painkillers?”

Yugi shook his head. “I took some after dinner. I’ll take more in the morning though.”

Atem nodded, making a note to watch Yugi this morning. Make sure he took those painkillers, try to figure out how he’d been hiding a limp or winces. It had to hurt to walk on his leg. “Can you tell me how you got them?”

“You’re gonna yell at me.”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

Yugi curled up tighter. “You should yell at me.”

Atem ran a hand through Yugi’s hair. “I promise I won’t.”

“Do you remember Malik’s group? The Rare Hunters?”

Atem already didn’t like where this was going. He forced himself to not fist the hand in Yugi’s hair, or twist his face into a snarl. He didn’t want Yugi to stop talking.

“I remember many of the members were unhinged and violent.”

Yugi gave a hoarse laugh. “Apparently, they’re still around. Malik and Rishid just up and left them after Battle City, so there’s a power vacuum. Apparently, the solution they’ve come up with for who to lead them is defeating the person who defeated Malik.”

“Us.”

Yugi’s eyes slipped closed and he shivered. “Yeah. Except all the reports say he was defeated by a Japanese boy with spikey hair so-“

“So they’ve been going after you.”

“Last weekend was the second time.”

Atem wanted to yell. This was 100% something Yugi should have told him, told the whole group. He wasn’t worried about Yugi losing, no doubt he’d won both duels, but not without getting hurt. And some of those Hunters had worked in pairs, what would happen then? A two vs one Duel Monsters match?

Atem wanted to press for details. Who had he fought. Where. How. Who was responsible for this past weekend, locking down Yugi’s ankles? Yugi would probably tell him, but he’d just gotten Yugi to open up and all those past details, all those memories, weren’t what was important.

“I’m going to have Kaiba put an app on my phone so I can track you.”

“Other meee.”

Atem smiled at the whine, even as his heart squeezed. He realized it’d been a while since he heard Yugi call him that, and he wondered if the last time was before the Rare Hunters started targeting Yugi. Before he found himself in situations where he needed help, but couldn’t ask, and so just hoped that Atem would look and know, only he hadn’t.

Gently, Atem pulled Yugi off the toilet and into his lap. “I won’t invade your privacy. But I’ll check it when something like this past weekend happens. When you don’t show up where I expect you to be.

“You’re my partner, Yugi. I want to help you, in any way I can. As your duel partner, helping apply a bandaid. Anything. But I’m not in your head anymore. We’re not sharing a body. So sometimes, you have to tell me you need help. Promise me you’ll do that, okay?”

Yugi buried his face into Atem’s chest. “Okay.”

“Good. Anything you need tonight?”

“No. Just sleep.”

Atem squeezed Yugi tight, then let him go. They helped each other to their feet, quietly putting away the first aid supplies. Atem noticed how low they were on certain things, further evidence of Yugi’s past hurts. He’d restock tomorrow.

“Go to bed, partner,” Atem said, pushing Yugi out the door.

“Are you not tired?”

“I woke up for a reason.”

Yugi laughed softly. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you in the morning, Other Me.”

Atem watched him walk down the hallway to his bedroom. He’d watch Yugi a lot now, until he knew Yugi broke the habit of suffering in silence. That’d change, one day. Atem would make it so.

#whumptober 2023 #no 29 #troubled past resurfacing #yugioh #fic #wound care #yugi muto #atem #puzzleshipping #post battle city #my fanfiction

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Resurface 2 - React

Smashed out some more words on the old commute. Am writing poor Virgil’s story from both ends now - this sits somewhere in the future where it all comes back to bite him (and happens immediately after this scene).

Train fic means unedited for now so please forgive heinous errors. Also it was a toss up between “solar flare” and “rare earth minerals” (thanks @gumnut-logic) for what is hampering Five and EOS for tension purposes - had to hamper them somehow else they are a bit OP. Also one of the other Thunderbirds has Magic so… *fudges everything*

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“HOW CAN HE HAVE DISAPPEARED? WE LIVE ON AN ISLAND!!”

“I’m doing my best, Scott, but the solar flare is overwhelming some of Five’s sensors… there are only so many overrides EOS and I can…”

“Sorry. Yes. I’m sorry, John, it’s just…”

“I know.” The precise set of John’s jaw revealed his tension but otherwise he was projecting calm, sympathetic professionalism.

Scott looked around at the various shades of brave face the remainder of his family were wearing. Allie looked sick as a dog but stood tall and his shoulders were squared. Gordon was muttering aggressively and glaring at the island infographic as if it was deliberately withholding information. Brains was whispering to MAX and recalibrating scans at the speed of desperation. Kayo’s expression had set into neutral with the slightest tension in her frame which he recognised as her readiness to spring to their defence against… whatever was happening.

What WAS happening? It had been so fast and Scott had been so absorbed in his own thoughts he didn’t have any answer for what happened in the seconds between Virgil cheerily entering the room bearing coffee and him bolting like a startled hare.

“And he’s not been hiding an illness? His vitals were…”

“Entirely within normal range until 14 minutes ago when there was a sharp spike in heart rate and blood pressure for 6 minutes then he…”

“Disappeared.”

“Became invisible to Five’s scans, yes.”

“Maybe he took one of the boats?” Gordon ventured.

“Negative, EOS has scanned the dry dock, they are all still down there.”

“And no unexplained life signs?” Scott knew they’d covered this but he just couldn’t accept the answer.

John sighed but answered patiently “No, Scott that was the first thing we checked.”

Scott paced and tried to drag his mind out of the spiral of imagining the various scenarios in which his brother could be somewhere a life sign wasn’t. He needed to compartmentalise. This was just another search and rescue mission.

Rescue. Not recovery. Please not recovery.

“Ok. Manual search it is. Brains, you and Max use the drones to access the caldera and the more remote parts of the western slopes. Kayo, Gordon take Thunderbird Four on a clockwise sweep to check the beaches. Alan, you and I will…”

“JOHN!” EOS‘s voice was shrill and Scott’s heart froze.

“Thunderbird Shadow has commenced her launch sequence!”

Kayo’s eyes widened in shock.

“SHADOW? What? Why?”

Everyone looked blank.

“Is Virgil in there? Can you reach him?”

“Sorry Scott, she’s already cloaked and there’s no reply on comms.”

“Stop the launch then!”

“I can’t, we’re locked out.”

“I can.” Kayo, pulled up her remote access and wrestled with the controls for a few seconds before breathing a sigh of relief. “Ok, she’s not going anywhere. Um…”

Scott was already heading for the elevator to the hangars when his sister’s uncharacteristic uncertainty arrested him. He looked back. She swallowed.

“We may have a slight problem.”

“What? What is it Kayo??” Scott knew he was raising his voice but it was that or burst into frustrated tears which was… not an option.

EOS answered first.

“Thunderbird Shadow halted her sequence on the outside of the cliff face.”

Virgil was suspended over a death drop.

“Can we lock him inside?” Gordon had clearly reached the same horrified conclusion as his eldest brother had. Kayo shook her head.

Brains stepped forward “Unf-fortunately n-not as currently configured. The p-pilot’s ability to exit is always p-prioritised over remote a-access in c-case of… c-compromise.”

“I get it. Not your fault Brains. EOS?”

“I’m working on it Scott.”

“Good, in the meantime I’ll grab a couple of jet packs.” Scott headed for the hangar again.

“SCOTT! Wait!” John had dropped the professionalism which arrested Scott’s momentum faster than a brick wall.

“What now John??”

“Let the others go. You have to change.”

“WHAT?!”

“He can’t see you wearing… that.”

Scott looked down at the dress uniform he had forgotten he was wearing and ice crept down his spine. This… was the problem? He suddenly realised John knew something that he didn’t and cursed himself for not finding out what it was already. But now wasn’t the time.

“Right. You three, take jetpacks and get up there but don’t let him get out before I’m with you. I’ll be there asap.”

“FAB.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #kayo kyrano #thunderangst #earth and sky #Resurface fic

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autumnoficarus · 6 months

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coming back online to see ppl liking my silly thoughts abt loki and that single dad who sells jetskis:

#oh hello #the hyperfixation is strong in this one #ive been deep in the lokius ao3 fic filters since thursday tbh #i have only resurfaced momentarily i fear #txt: icarus has a bout of madness

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Whumptober 2023 No. 29 - Troubled Past Resurfacing

Scogan Bingo challenge Dirty Talk

It was dumb luck that they found the guy before one of the kids could, the pupils otherwise undoubtedly having yet another trauma in the process, added to the list of bullshit almost every mutant had to face from an early age on anyway.

Any other day, Logan would have been out in the woods for his daily meditation session at this time shortly before sunrise, something that had become more crucial than ever lately, to be sure he had a firm, steady hold on his instincts. Scott's and his almost fatal last meeting with Sabretooth a couple of weeks ago had been a very clear warning.

And Scott was the furthest from a morning person anyone could be, only halfway functional before his third cup of coffee on principle and normally doing his first workout of the day in the gym before teaching hours. What had possessed the guy to be awake even before Logan for once and challenge him for half an hour of a jog around the mansion, Logan wasn’t orientated enough yet himself to guess.

Then again, the last night had been especially shitty. Maybe his partner just didn’t want Logan to be on his own right now, with what was burdening not only his dreams so badly right now, after Creed had had Scott in captivity for a second time. And this time almost getting Logan to involuntarily assault his own partner with the help of a couple of damn pheromones and attractants. Much as they both tried to leave this barely-escaped catastrophe behind, to not give this bastard the satisfaction of having a significant role in their life, in their relationship … This was an episode Logan couldn’t just leave behind, not with the lingering uncertainty why Creed was after him so stubbornly lately. Not with the dreadful question if maybe the guy wasn’t just talking bullshit when he insisted, Logan had been his partner in the past, indulging in just as disgusting crimes as this asshole.

It was Scott who kept such intrusive thoughts at bay arduously every chance he got, and Logan appreciated the sentiment but if there was one thing he definitely wasn’t at ass o'clock either, it was talkative. So they ran side by side in silence, their hands occasionally brushing, Scott regarding Logan with small smiles. When they stopped in the shadow of the high garden wall or a tree for a break, they made use of almost everyone at the Mutant High being still asleep and traded a brief kiss, not as careful as usual about having to keep their relationship secret for now, since, if Creed would learn about it, Scott would only be in even more danger.

That today, it was neither that bastard nor some curious kids they had to worry about, they only realized when the quiet buzz of one of the mansion's intruder traps suddenly sounded in the distance, a quiet pained scream following that definitely did not belong to either Creed or to any other enemy Logan could remember encountering since he'd joined the fucked-up, lovable group of idealists in this house after Alkali Lake back then. Still, there was something about that high-pitched, smooth voice that startled him …

"Energy net." Not realizing how Logan froze for a moment, Scott already ran off, instinctively switching his glasses for his VISOR from his tracksuit jacket pocket, a colorful curse on his lips.

This shouldn’t be happening. No one should even be able to make it over that damn wall. Dozens of security cameras, automatic stun guns in the bright marble, and emergency alerts were supposed to make sure, something like before Alkali Lake could never hit them from behind ever again. Just another sign that whoever was trying to get in here was apparently alarmingly capable. Since Charles was out and about in Washington as so often since that one dreadful day at Stryker's facility, to try and calm the loaded mood between mutants and humanity, and they'd lost their other telepath in that very same fateful battle, no warning could have come from that side either. A neglect they hopefully would not come to regret before this damn Monday had even really started.

Only an agitated, confused voice in the back of Logan's head whispered to him that this was not what was happening here right now at all.

He caught up with Scott in spite of his dawdling before Scott could get to the struggling figure on the ground near the gate, the latter caught in the agonizing shocks of a tight metal web that had automatically wrapped around the stranger's whole body the second he'd entered the premises unauthorized. Logan exchanged a puzzled look with his partner when they could make out more of the intruder, suited up in a skin-tight latex suit colored red and black, including a mask encasing his whole head.

In a city like New York that was crowded with heroes, villains, and enhanced of any kind, that alone wouldn’t have been that spectacular. It was how the stranger was waiting for them that made no sense, laying on his side in an almost relaxed, almost lewd position, with his head braced on one elbow, winking at them with a delighted little shout between his grunts of pain. "Hello there! Oops, wrong franchise."

"The hell …?" Scott suspiciously stepped closer, his fingertips on the wheel of his VISOR in warning which seemed wholly unnecessary though since the stranger didn’t make a single move to free himself or possibly reach for these ridiculous katanas he was wearing on his belt.

Logan should have followed, in his function as Scott's second-in-command and full-time shield alone but he found his body hard-pressed to move once more, a gasp he could hardly hear himself coming from his lips when it felt like something in his mind was coming loose. It was like a rusty lever sluggishly torn from a viscous jet-black mass of tar, too slowly to make any sense yet still of a flood of incoherent, blurry images his head, of people in uniforms Logan hadn’t ever seen in any of his dreams before, of a scar-littered laughing face in a bar next to him, toasting to some victory with him, blood on his hands as so often in his scattered rare memories of the time before his amnesia, people screaming all around him, and then, just for a split second, a face of a far younger and very kind and supportive looking Stryker … Holy fuck. "Scott, wait."

"Something ring a bell, Wolvie?" The stranger almost squeaked at him, trying to sit up in his predicament in visible infantile excitement, but fell back on the ground with a wince at another unpleasant shock. "Heard about that thing with your memories. Shame, really. But surely you remember your good ol' buddy Wade, right? After all that we did together, you'd break my heart." The man dramatically grabbed his chest and looked down on his body with a wince. "Oops, cardiac arrest imminent. Those are a bitch. Anyone care to let me out of this thing?"

After looking back between the stranger and Logan questioningly, quickly understanding by the dumbfounded look on Logan's face that he had no clue what the guy was talking about, Scott adjusted his VISOR to one of the smallest possible blasts and shot the controls for the web close to the stranger's body to pieces whereupon the electricity flow immediately stopped. "Don't try anything funny. Old friends coming to visit usually use the door."

"Where's the fun in that? Oh wait, you're the X-Men's famous fearless leader, right? Read about you too in those fancy files I snatched from the Oval Office a couple of days ago." Already busy freeing himself of the remains of the trap, that Wade guy tilted his head at Scott innocently, still showing not a sign of hostility. "Guy with a stick the size of Hulk's dick up his ass. Forget I said the bad word. No fun around here, got it. Don’t worry, I'm not staying. Just came by to say hello after I heard what you guys did up at Alkali Lake. About time someone offed that bastard Stryker. I just didn’t expect to see the name of my old war buddy James here in the White House database when I looked up who was on that mission."

"James …? I'm afraid you came to the wrong place, whoever you are." Scott backed away a little towards Logan when the stranger finally got up, still trembling from those shocks, stretching exaggeratedly. Only the way he sought Logan's gaze said, Scott knew better already. His jaw was tightening in worry when he saw how pale Logan had turned by now, how his fists were clenched, his breathing going fast and too choppy while he tried his best to keep that ongoing tsunami of chaotic, mostly violent images in his mind in check.

"Name's Deadpool. Your loverboy is one of the few people still knowing me as Wade Wilson, and from before that happened." The man reached up with his still twitching hand to his neck and pulled off that ridiculous mask slowly, revealing exactly that face scarred all over that Logan had just seen in alarmingly many new fragments of memory in his head. For all his juvenile antics and cheerful charisma, the guy suddenly looked honestly sincere and a good deal compassionate as he looked Logan straight in the eye. "Only back at that time, your name was James Howlett. Feral, healing factor off the charts, drunk grump but a heart of gold. Clearly in the wrong business and yet an excellent weapon in the field. Born 1875 in Alberta, Kanda."

And just like that, for a second time since he'd had to watch Jean kill herself to save her team at Alkali Lake, Logan's world crumbled to pieces around him.

****

Once that squirrel on LSD that was Logan's old-new friend had left, to spend the night in his own apartment in New York to Scott's relief, he was stuck in negotiations with Charles for the rest of the day while Logan, not entirely unexpectedly, vanished for a few hours of silence and workout into the woods behind the mansion.

Charles understandably wasn’t thrilled about the plan. But once he realized there was no way he could dissuade Scott, he was reluctantly ready to work out the details. Of course, it wouldn’t be fun for the rest of the staff, being two people short yet again for what would probably be months. But Charles knew as much as Scott that there was no way Logan wouldn’t be following all those new leads that his clearly clinically insane acquaintance had so willingly provided him with today.

And Scott refused to leave his partner alone in any quest that could involve encounters with Weapon X on principle. Plus, chances were, once Logan would hopefully have retrieved as much information as possible on that upcoming road trip through Canada, he'd be far less restless, living in this mansion, and the X-Men wouldn’t have to fear him, and thereby Scott, heedless running off after unexpected news like today.

Last but not least Hank had become a very valuable redeemed member of the team recently, spontaneously moving back in after Scott's and Logan's visit a couple of weeks ago. Ororo assured Charles believably that together with their returned team doctor, she'd handle things in the school. Not to mention, the teenagers like Marie, Piotr, Jubilee, Kade, and Bobby were mature and enthusiastic enough about becoming future X-Men at this point to help out with all things necessary.

And for cases of emergency, thanks to the hyperdrive all of the team vehicles were equipped with, Scott and Logan could always come back for an important mission in a couple of hours at most. It wouldn’t be easy but things would work out. That weight taken off his shoulders, Scott left his mentor's office in a hurry, checking his phone in routine, surprised that Logan had sent him a note, letting him know where he was. His partner usually preferred to handle things on his own after a mind-shattering encounter like this morning. A deep, warm sense of affection and a bit of pride instantly spread in Scott's heart, at how close the two of them had really come in the last few months. That Logan trusted him so soon with standing by him in this situation, he definitely didn’t take for granted. He took only a minute for a shower in their apartment and changing into a pair of tight leather pants that he knew his lover to love seeing on him before heading for the Danger Room. Overriding the door lock code with his own as Logan had long preconfigured it to be possible, which was another sign of growing trust, Scott locked it right behind him again and turned off his com, determined to not anyone or anything disturb them right now.

Half and half having expected one of these bloody, brutal combat situations in some jungle with which Logan preferred to get agitation and excess energy out of his system, he was surprised to find himself in some run-down bar he'd never seen before, so probably one of the joints that Logan had regularly come to in his time on the streets before Alkali Lake. Electronic guests hadn’t been added to this program variant though, the small stage for presumably strippers or musicians was empty as well; not even a barkeeper was waiting behind the counter that Logan was sitting at with a hunched position that looked mostly tired, fortunately, not dejected. He'd even cared to freshen up himself after probably running through the outer premises, hunting for hours. A good evening then.

Scott suddenly very much felt like kissing his partner. Since there hadn’t been a need to fight such urges for months, he came to stand behind Logan's barstool without much ado, bending over to cover Logan's beautiful broad lips with his, a slightly awkward upside-down touch but no less tender. The faint bitter fragrance of simulated whiskey wasn’t half as strong on Logan's tongue as usual which was another relieving sign that the many shocks this morning didn’t demand a lot of numbing. "I feel like I'm being asked on a date right now."

"Sap," Logan grumbled but he did it with a smile and leaned closer to him for another kiss before Scott straightened up again. "We good to go?"

"Charles asked us to stay until the weekend so the teenagers have a chance to get at least the gist of things in the classroom. And I want to be sure we're perfectly equipped before we get in that car. But by Sunday morning at the latest, we're out of here."

"You know you don't need to go with me right?" With something almost like a bad conscience showing on his tight lips, Logan reached for his still half-full bottle and poured Scott a drink on his own. "You got a job here, and things could get ugly on the road."

"Always do. Welcome to my life. Besides, I also got a private life, though far too many people I've met weren’t of that opinion. It was mostly thanks to you I learned better." Scott took the spot next to his lover, close enough so he could rest his hand on Logan's arm almost casually, happy to feel that some of that ever-present tension of apprehension had slipped from those massive muscles. "And that's just one of the reasons why you're part of that private life. We'll be alright, and so will they. We'll drive or fly in when they need us and otherwise do what you've been forced to wait for already for far too long. This is what I want, Logan, so save your breath. You should know by now I'm a stubborn asshole about things I want."

"That's a lot of words for saying you just want me to fuck you stupid in another motel bedroom every night for half a year," Logan answered dryly.

"That too," Scott deadpanned before dedicating himself to his drink, letting the quiet beats of some Stones album in the background set the mood while glancing around the room, the ramshackle wooden columns, the flickering lightning, the hopelessly outdated jukebox in the corner.

It was exactly where you would expect someone to be who was even far older than any of them had thought so far. Scott was at least as excited as Logan to visit a few of such spots soon that would hopefully provoke more and especially more coherent parts of Logan's lost memory to return. Neither of them had any illusions that they'd find everything but thanks to all that Wade guy had said earlier, they had at least a couple of valuable new traces. And some of those things waiting in the darkness of Logan's subconsciousness maybe weren’t all that attractive to rediscover anyway, just as Logan had feared for so long.

"You think that batshit crazy baboon was saying the truth?"

Logan nodded tersely, that mostly thoughtful but still sad expression back on his face. "Instincts are worth shit since my amnesia, but a couple of things, I've retrained myself in since I moved in with you guys. Telling lies is pretty easy for someone with my senses. Guy's brain is a monkey circus, but when he's got anything useful to say, it's apparently the truth. Plus, his story lines up with the few words Stryker and I exchanged at Alkali Lake." There was promptly a harsh twitch under Logan's wild beard that for once had nothing to do with him and Scott both losing the woman had both cared for not too long ago.

Suppressing the pain resurfacing in his own heart still every single time the subject of his deceased girlfriend arduously, Scott traced his fingertips down Logan's lower arms, along the deadly, diamond-sharp weapons he knew to rest under that fuzzy, soft skin until their fingers were firmly linked. "You trusted him, that's not a flaw. He promised you to make you indestructible, capable of defeating even the worst enemies in your life, and he succeeded. Everything else that bastard had going on, you had no idea of knowing, good instincts or not. I mean, hell, even that Wade guy didn’t know and ran from that special unit, the moment he finally learned. And that guy obviously rolls for a new moral compass every morning before leaving the house."

"I should have known, though. I was the feral in that group," Logan snapped, helplessly, and not at Scott, his other hand clenching hard around his glass. "Jesus, Slim, just knowing I really teamed up with someone like Creed, of all people, and not only at Weapon X but for decades … I doubt even one of these people that Stryker sent to kill us was guilty of whatever we were told. And only God knows what we did before Wade knew us. You can't possibly tell me you still think that's alright."

"You know what I think is alright?" Scott firmly rested his hand on Logan's cheeks to get him to look at him, with unbroken determination in his straight posture, his brows raised slightly in challenge. "That you left both Weapon X and Creed the moment you did realize, this isn’t you. That before, even in this whole web of lies, you've been such a reliable and caring friend to your comrades, most of whom were also a piece of shit like Stryker, that this Wade dude came here the second he learned where you were to help you out. And that in spite of everything Creed has fucked up back then already, you did your best to slow him down in his madness and bloodlust."

"Instead of taking his head right off, yeah." No, the excitement of the upcoming scavenger hunt and a few hours of being on his own to think couldn’t entirely drown out the part of Wade's tale that had rattled Logan so deeply.

That, as so often, would be Scott's job, and he was pretty sure he'd succeed with that tonight better than usual. "I severely doubt you didn’t try. I've seen you gut people for less. My bet is that you just turned to try and keep a leash on that asshole when you realized you simply didn’t have the means to kill him. It's very possible no one has. When we run into him again, that will be ugly. But you know, I'm even kinda looking forward to that now. I'll be happy to throw all of his bullshit lies about you being exactly like him in his face."

"If we ever run into that bastard again, what you will gonna do is get your thin ass the fuck out of there," Logan growled warningly, the bone-deep panic from how close it had been last time they'd seen Creed, still darkening his beautiful narrow eyes. "I like your stupid mug far better next to me in a car while I'm listening to your shitty voice on some Elvis mush, or kneeling for me on some cheap mattress while I fuck you into oblivion, than torn open and eaten alive right before my eyes."

"I will have you know that the girls love my Elvis," Scott said pointedly, feigning offense to lighten the mood back up. Leaning in closer to his lover for a longer, more involved kiss now, he let him know he'd heard and understood the repeated warning though, and that he would be watching out.

"So, you want to hear me say I told you so for an hour or do I get a reward for being right about you and Creed?"

"A reward?" That expression of regret and self-doubt in Logan's eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of heat as they slowly roamed up and down Scott's body, Logan apparently only now noticing his outfit consciously. "Huh. What a lucky coincidence, I mostly came to this shitty spot here for adventures in the backroom back then."

"Adventures …?" With a frown, Scott turned his head to follow Logan's gaze to an inconspicuous dark door far behind the tables. A curious hiss came from his lips when Logan got up to place a sweet kiss on the side of his neck, followed by a sharp little nip that had Scott's blood starting to go south for good. "Oh, so that kind of room, huh? Is it sanitary?"

Leaving towards said door, Logan nodded him along uncompromisingly. "Move your ass, Slim."

*****

While it had been mostly good one, the day had been full of stress, so they mostly ignored most of the very creative dark leather furniture that the room behind that door offered, dropping on the extra large king-size together the second they'd gotten out of most of their clothes in a haste. There was deep need in Logan's kisses, in his hectic groping, in how hard he already was in Scott's hand, but not that lost feeling of looking for purchase and security from the last time they'd encountered Creed.

Therefore, Scott decided against putting up a fight even for the show when Logan came back from tugging his underwear down his hips with a small bottle of lube, kneeling between his legs, his lips soon on Scott's equally hard cock. Scott's rare experiences with the same sex in his youth, before Jean, with being on the receiving end, hadn’t been particularly good but Logan had been so surprisingly gentle, patient, and skilled with him in that regard that he'd quickly come to love everything they did in bed. Especially being buried under that broad, hot body helplessly, speared on a beautiful cock taking him to new heights every single time they did this. So he willingly spread his legs further, wrapping his lower legs around his lover's sturdy shape to open himself up, his skin already flushed all the way from his cheeks down to his chest, his breathing going fast and uneven.

Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. Logan regarded him with an affectionate chuckle while dripping an unusually large amount of oil on his right hand, a sight that made Scott's heart skip a beat with the possible implications, after they'd played with certain limits in bed a couple of times lately already. The too-deep, too-rough sound of Logan's voice as he slowly started to massage the thick, smooth fluid into the rough skin of Scott's lewdly exposed opening went straight to his cock as so often. "You know, every time I wonder if you might be doing all this just to cheer me up, you remind me what a shameless ass slut you truly are."

Scott had an offended protest at the just as unloved as strangely hot insult already on his lips but had to shut it as a moan came out instead, just from that wonderful sensation of a first finger slowly slipping into him. So much for even trying to deny. "Yet have to hear you complain, Claws," he panted with at least a hint of resistance seeing as his body already did give none, far too hungry for this much-needed touch after they'd hardly found a chance for some sexy downtime in the last two weeks.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Entirely ignoring Scott's throbbing erection for the moment, just like his own, Logan cautiously went deeper, adapting to the rhythm of the initial natural clench of muscles until it loosened up and his fingertip unerringly hit that one perfect spot inside, just to stay there, with light, teasing pressure, unmoving, even when Scott started to writhe in need on the mattress, trying to push down on him. "Robbing myself of that beautiful sight? I'm not as masochistic as you, Slim. You got no idea just how hot you are like this, greedy to be stretched and filled …"

His cheeks turning even redder with embarrassment and arousal, Scott closed his eyes behind his glasses, trying in vain to hold still again, expose himself not half as shamelessly as wanting exactly all that. Only to find his hands clenched helplessly around the pillow under his head instead, a first treacherous drop of white leaking from the tip of his neglected cock onto his concaving lower body as Logan pressed down harder on that patch of nerves inside. Fuck this. Maybe he was a damn hedonist in bed. There were worse vices to have. "More …"

"Gladly." It was not a night for teasing either, at least not outside of words, another digit promptly, slowly entering him, scissoring just slightly when Scott threw his head back with a groan, arching his back. Logan's thick length was twitching against his thigh still untouched as Scott could make out with his lust-addled sight when he opened his eyes again. The sight of his attractive, unnaturally strong lover cowering before him, entirely focused on the task at hand, bravely fighting his feral basic needs, once more betraying even the idea that in this regard especially, he was anything like that bastard he'd supposedly spend large parts of his life with … It was beautiful.

If he hadn’t been too busy moaning, Scott thought, he might have told Logan again, but as it was, he could only give himself to the assault on his prostate from two fingers now, the way his muscles were readily giving in to those slow thrusts while the heat, the unbridled want for even more of these wonderful sensations coiled in his lower body. "Another one, please …"

"So impatient …" This time, Logan didn’t react at once, knowing the limits of Scott's body already perfectly after a couple of months of them sleeping together and at least in this regard never willing to hurt him in any way. He just kept up that lazy rhythm for the moment while bending down to lick the traces of white from Scott's stomach with a low hum. Tilting and circling his fingers against the last of weak muscle resistance, he waited until there was not even a second of unpleasant sensations left, before a third of his thick, deft fingers made its way to join the others. "Look at your slutty little hole just sucking them in … Thinking about what we talked about last time, slut?" Logan asked with a turned-on growl, his wolfish grin growing wider when Scott turned his head away, biting his lip, only to throw it back heavily once more when Logan's now quicker-moving fingertips stabbed right into his prostate, not entirely unlike that rhythm of some Def Leppard tune sounding from the jukebox through the open door. "Guess that's a yes." Logan scooted down further on the bed to get his mouth back on Scott's aching cock, just light, long licks and the occasional nibble on the swollen flesh for the moment, but in combination with those perfectly aimed thrusts, enough to have Scott squirm on the bed even harder, the puddle of precum staining his stomach growing. "Got an answer for me this time? Because you know, this is not happening unless I hear it from your lips. You know my body autonomy fetish."

Scott glared down at Logan through his glasses but couldn’t keep up that look for long, not when Logan wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking him in just a little, not nearly enough for real satisfaction yet … But with how want instantly widened his pupils, his own breathing going harder as his instincts, his greed for tasting and smelling as much of his lover in bed as possible, threatened to take over, that wouldn’t take long. And while it would have been fulfilling as ever, letting himself get carried away by that heavenly mouth and those skilled fingers, and fucked into incoherency by that great piece of cock in a few minutes … That might not be enough for either of them tonight. Not after a crucial new development had brought them even closer together. "Toys?" Scott's ability to form full sentences was remarkably limited right now.

Logan nodded over his shoulder at the antique black chest in the corner. "All we need, right here." The mischievous grin curling on his lips left no doubt that was one of the reasons why he'd generated this scenario in the first place. "So? I know your brain already checked out for the night but Imma need you to be clear about this, Slim."

"Then how about you stop that drum solo inside of me for a second?" Scott somehow got out, caught between a breathless chuckle and another groan, and immediately disappointed when Logan actually obeyed for once, the cruel emptiness clenching inside at the loss of sensation almost painful. At this stage, inhibitions about expressing himself far more naughtily and openly in bed than he'd been used to in the past, were an obstacle quickly overcome. He was pretty sure he'd die without any of their enemies being anywhere nearby if Logan didn’t fuck him with anything soon. And it was probably better to get up to something that would leave him too sore to sit right for a couple of days while they were not on the road yet. "You gonna show me these toys or what? If I'm supposed to take your whole hand, we'll gonna need more than oil."

That seemed to be enough of consent for Logan who was – not least due to his disgust for guys like Creed who couldn’t give less of a fuck whom their primitive urges were hurting – very careful about boundaries. Wiping his hand on a towel thoughtfully within reach, he got up from the bed in a hurry that belied all this put-on composure and patience. Quickly finding what he'd been looking for, he spread out some dark rubber devices next to Scott's body along with another huge bottle of lube that had Scott's breath hitch in his throat. "We're not doing anything more than you can take, Slim," Logan told him, reaching up to cup his face in his hand, shuddering when Scott used the chance to give one fingertip a seductive little nibble, reminding him of all those naughty things he could do with his mouth given half a chance. "Yeah, nice try. Afterward maybe. Gonna need it after wearing this for an hour or so." With a grimace, Logan reached for the first of the toys he'd brought, rolling his eyes good-naturedly when Scott snatched it right out of his hand to slip the broad, sturdy metal over Logan's steel hard length, behind his balls.

It had been Scott's idea in the first place, to use that support to cage in Logan's feral needs when they were up to something more lengthy, so he was always glad to do those honors. While Scott was more prone to indulging in the submissive side in bed, he couldn’t deny there was something extremely hot about Logan occasionally giving up control and command a little himself, no matter how grumpy his lover could get about it just on principle. "I'm gonna make up for it thoroughly," Scott promised, biting his lower lip as his sight fell on the other toys again, a shiver running from his neck down to his tailbone, to the spot where his still sensitive opening kept on clenching around nothing. "Do I get to choose?"

"With your utter lack of self-preservation skills and how horny you are? I don't think so, slut." Logan was quick to put the biggest of those phalluses far away before taking his place between Scott's legs again, lying before him this time with his mouth back on Scott's loins, easily distracting him from the new verbal provocation by removing every single drop of salty white on his skin, with the hand not holding Scott tight by his hip already back where it had been, giving his loosened muscles another good workout.

It took less than a minute before Scott was flushed and panting all over again, his eyes tightly squeezed shut. By the time a sizable first plug slipped past his rim, he was far too turned on for his body to tense already. Even when Logan made it a point, holding that toy still before it could slip all the way in so that Scott's oiled hole was stretched around its widest point, fluttering weakly, Scott just keened weakly in need, trying in vain to thrust his hips down against the iron hold on them. "Please …"

"About to, Slim." At last, Logan gave the toy another little nudge so it finally slipped all the way in, sitting heavily right against Scott's hole but not deep enough for any real satisfaction. Which made it only even more torture when Logan's skilled mouth was back on his cock, taking him all the way in easily, a shout of lust from Scott's lips ringing through the room. "God, you're hot." Logan brought his hand up from the base of the plug to his balls, massaging firmly, slowly, occasionally almost too hard, adding just a small spike of pain adrenaline to the mix as Scott loved it so much, and at the same time making it clear there was no coming for him in the immediate future either. "Stretched wide open and still needing even more … Coming almost all over yourself just from having your greedy ass filled … This is exactly how I want to see my little ass slut, insatiable and desperate for all I'm giving you …"

"Do it then," Scott breathed hoarsely, one hand reaching out to come to rest on Logan's shoulder, so tightly that on anyone without his lover's healing factor, he would have left bruises now. "Want to see how much it turns you on, having your whole hand inside …"

"Not quite there yet, Slim." Logan licked another long stripe over his straining cock, unfazed by Scott's rude curse, the tip of his tongue dipping into Scott's slit, thoroughly distracting him from the tug of the toy against the inside of his sensitive rim as Logan cautiously removed it.

And this time, Scott didn’t stay empty for long, something actually smaller, not bigger entering his stretched channel next which confused him for a moment, but only until Logan used some kind of pump connected to that toy and it started to grow inside him. "Fuck …"

"Tell me when it gets too much." Logan pressed an almost chaste kiss to the underside of his cock before tracing it with his tongue, leaving Scott to writhe on the mattress again, to try and hump that entirely new kind of toy inside that was quickly turning into pure excitement.

While Logan went back to drive him crazy, sucking him down just as quickly as firmly, swallowing around him, with his free hand being back on Scott's balls, the root of his cock, preventing any too fast ending to this game, Scott had to tell himself repeatedly to keep breathing. His mind entirely wiped clean of all worries and shock of this day, all he could see behind his closed eyes were bright flashes of lust, his whole body going tense like a spring again and again as that toy slowly started to stretch him out thoroughly, reaching deep inside, nudging his prostate, all of the sensitive nerve ending located in that area on fire. And still, it was not enough, not with something even more enticing on the horizon. "Want it, Logan, please …"

"You know, if you'll be like that on the road, we'll have lots of angry neighbors knocking on our door in those hotels." Logan looked up from his thorough administrations with his eyes blown wide and definitely flushed under that wild beard of his too, the way he was rutting his hips into the mattress belying his attempts to play it cool. "We better pocket a couple of notes for bribery because I have a lot of plans for you on that journey, Slim." The toy apparently having been inflated to its widest girth, Logan tightened his grip on the base to slowly rotate it, pull it back and forth. Just a little, but that was more than enough for Scott to gasp loudly, to clench down on that pillow again, the hefty weight inside of him, working his already overstretched muscles, taking him to the brink of orgasm, until his cock was twitching violently in Logan's relentless hold. His lover tsked at him a little and licked another trace of precum from his tip, smiling heatedly when Scott whimpered his name. "We are definitely buying something like that toy for this trip. Maybe a cage for that greedy slut cock of yours, too, so you'll keep it together while we're on the road. And I got a couple of plans for those, too … You'd look beautiful with rings in these …" He reached almost casually to give Scott's pebbled nipples a little tug before going back to fuck him stupid with that damn inflatable, effectively killing any protest on Scott's lips regarding some of these ideas. "Eh, doesn’t even matter what we can think of getting up to, honestly. You're a goddamn sin whenever you're like this, slut, no matter what we do. A begging mess leaving your seed all over the place, hole wide open, just asking to be taken apart piece by piece ... You're gonna get a lot of that soon. And Imma enjoy every second of it."

"Don't make me wait then. You know what I want right now," Scott somehow got out with what was still left of his voice. His thigh muscles were aching from the sheer amount of holding up his hips he was doing, and he knew, tomorrow he would be sore in more than one place. Happily, too. "No need for that," he promised when Logan threw a doubtful glance at the last toy prepared, resembling a quite realistic-looking hand on a long arm. While Scott was sure, that thing would have been fun as well? Right now, he was longing for the real deal. "I'll be alright, really. Just … slowly."

"Plan to." Logan placed a soothing kiss on his twitching loins, his breath ghosting over Scott's oversensitive cock as he carefully pulled out that second toy as well, not deflating it all the way before, and since it was pretty clear that was a test for Logan's piece of mind, Scott was glad that there was not a single sound of discomfort on his lips. Next, Logan's mouth was on his too-full balls, sucking them deeply into his mouth, the perfect teasing of his tongue over the sensitive flesh derailing Scott's sensations away from the sound of more, much more oil dripping, and from the slow, almost shy caress of fingertips on his awfully empty feeling rim.

Only when another broken plea came from his lips, he was being breached again, a fourth finger joining the caress from before, just like on their last night together. And this time, with far more preparation, he could honestly enjoy that, pushing his hips down, keening, his back arched like a spring, and so rock hard that even Logan's restrictive pressure on his balls was almost not enough to stop his orgasm. Being so wound up, blind almost with lust, only the obscene wet noise of a slow glide sounding through the room along with the noises from his lips, it took Scott a moment to even notice when the pressure against his rim changed to a tight fist, newly oiled knuckles gently slipping inside, the back of his lover's strong hand, and finally the widest point at the thumb joint … For a moment, he thought this was it when his body tensed up in protest, his muscles clenching so hard he was sure it had to hurt his partner … Then Logan leaned up farther to suck Scott's cock back into his mouth, with firm pressure of his tongue against the underside, and Scott's vision went white. Just like that, the moment of almost too-thick intrusion was gone, replaced by the overwhelming feeling of something so wide and heavy filling him perfectly once more, and this time, it was not a lifeless toy. "Just like that … Feels so fucking good …"

"Knew you could take it, slut." Logan stared up at him impressed, lovingly, just very carefully tilting and turning his hand a little to make Scott shake and sweat even more. "Look at how pretty you are, riding my fist like it's nothing. Your cute little ass was made for me, I swear."

Scott didn’t know about that but he sure as fuck knew that it had never been that easy with anyone, indulging in new and exotic practices in bed, and he didn’t take that for granted even for a second. He'd only be able to actually express that again though when he was no longer chokng on held-back arousal. "Need to come, Logan, please …"

"Sh, I've got you." The next thrust of that huge, warm intruder was slightly deeper, stretching Scott out further, unfurling fingers quickly back on his prostate when he screamed out in nothing but lust.

With all his nerve endings on the surface, a few shallow thrusts was all it took, along with Logan's lips back around the head of his cock, before Scott was emptying himself in his lover's mouth, his mind entirely blanking for good. He wasn’t out long enough, luckily, to not gather his senses once Logan had carefully pulled away from him. He tugged his partner close uncompromisingly, reaching out for his cock between them with harsh, fast movements, the way he knew Logan to need it in such moments, until his lover spilled over Scott's spent cock and stomach with a grunt, his face buried against the side of Scott's neck. Not exactly fancy or elegant but Scott very much intended to make up for that with his mouth before the sun went up.

Right now, Logan didn’t exactly look like he was missing anything either way, staring down at Scott breathlessly, kissing him deeply to let him taste himself on Logan's tongue, both their bodies only slowly recovering from that little adventure. "Thank you," Logan finally murmured against his lips when he could speak again.

"And you haven’t even seen anything yet," Scott joked, his cheeks immediately flushing again. "Wait till we reach our first motel. That's when things will get truly dirty."

"Thank you for believing in me when I didn’t know if I even could do so myself, Slim," Logan said calmly. "For trusting me with everything from your team to your body. For not bailing on us when you lost the one you loved."

"I love you, too." Scott meant it.

"Right back at ya. And I'm not going anywhere." It sounded almost like a promise though usually neither of them was big on those.

The lump in Scott's throat was far too thick to answer suddenly, so he only pulled his partner down for another long kiss that maybe said all they needed to know already.

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 29 - Obsession

This is the actual next chapter of Obsession, following after Threats. It's not the entire scene that I wanted to come next, but I was running short on time (and inspiration) here at the end of the month, so I will have to continue this scene at a later date.

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

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No. 29: Troubled Past Resurfacing

Contains: lady whump, stalker, selective mutism, fear

Cadence doesn’t suspect a connection, at first, between the text and the doorbell ringing. Why should she? They don’t get visitors, usually, but the small part of her brain that hears it assumes it must be a delivery.

Most of her mind is occupied with trying to forget the text, anyway. Do you think that staying at home all the time keeps me from getting to you anytime I want? You’re so adorable.

He won’t leave her alone. There’s no way that she can get away from him, not ever, she knows that. It doesn’t stop her from trying. He tracked her down at her favorite coffee shop, so she started switching where she went to draw - other coffee shops, the park, even McDonald’s. Anywhere that he might not think of to look for her. He somehow knew what her hair looked like while she was sitting at the bus stop, so she gave up altogether and just locked herself inside the house. Janaysia has been giving her suspicious looks, but there’s nothing she can do about that. She can’t go out there anymore, where he’s lurking. He’s already threatened to take her again. If she steps out of this house, he’ll be waiting to snatch her.

There’s a sharp knock at her bedroom door. Startled out of her spiraling thoughts, Cady stands and crosses the room, easing the door open to see Janaysia standing in the hall.

“So…apparently you forgot to tell us you had company coming over?” Her housemate raises an eyebrow at her, as if she doesn’t quite believe the situation.

Her mouth opens and shuts again, eyebrow furrowed in confusion and dread beginning to grow in her stomach. It wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t dare come here like this, not when he’s so adamant that no one ever finds out. But…it has to have something to do with him, right? Because she certainly didn’t invite anyone over. Everything in her life seems to be connected to him.

She shakes her head no, adamantly, but Janaysia just sighs and smiles. “It’s okay, it’s no big deal. We haven’t started cooking dinner yet, so we can just make a little more. Unless you guys were planning to go out…?”

Cadence shakes her head even harder. The dread has expanded up into her chest and is crawling toward her throat. She steps back into the room, reaching for her notebook, but Janaysia steps away, too.

“Don’t worry about it, just come on so Devin doesn’t have to keep making awkward conversation with a stranger! You can explain it to us later.”

She feels like she’s choking the whole way down the hall. Every inch of her wants to turn and run back to the safety of her bedroom, to grab Janaysia’s arm and plead with her to keep her safe, to not make her go out there, but she just keeps in step, body moving robotically just like it does with him.

Somewhere in her gut, she knows. No matter how much her brain tries to drown it out with protests of how it can’t be, he wouldn’t, she still knows.

But nothing can prepare her for walking around the corner and seeing him. In their living room. Sitting on their couch. Chatting casually with one of her best friends, like he’s just a normal guy who can do normal things like that.

All of the blood drains from Cadence’s face, and she stops moving, staring at him with blurred vision. Whatever words are being spoken are so far away she can’t hear them. All she knows is him, in their living room, on their couch.

Until he looks her way, smiling that smile that she sees in her nightmares. Her mind immediately zeroes in on his words to her, unable to risk missing anything.

“Ah, Cadence, there you are. I guess it…slipped your mind, that you invited me over tonight?”

He’s here. He’s here. He’s here. Why? What does it mean, what is he going to do?

She nods, numb, not knowing what else to do but agree.

“Wait, is…Cady short for…Cadence?” Janaysia’s looking at her all wide-eyed and fascinated and she wants to scream, to tell them no, they can’t know about that, they can’t know about him, but it’s far too late for that because he’s right there, sitting on their couch.

“Oh, right, my bad.” He chuckles, waving a hand. “I keep forgetting she goes by that now. She’ll always be Cadence to me, I’m afraid.”

Devin smiles at her. “Oliver was just telling me -” he shouldn’t be saying his name so casually like that, it isn’t right -“a little about how the two of you met, back in college.”

College? It wasn’t college, it was after that, but that must be his cover story. She has to remember that, to make sure she doesn’t slip up and say the wrong thing and mess it all up.

Assuming they all make it past this night with secrets still intact. They have to. Her friends’ lives depend on it.

“It’s a shame we lost touch after a while, but I’m so glad I ran into her again recently.”

“Was that…at the birthday party?” Janaysia is too smart for all of this. She’s already starting to put a few pieces together, and if this continues she might put together more. Cadence has to play her part, she can’t let her find out. But she can’t make herself move, there’s no way that she can act anywhere near normal with him in the room. When he’s here, she has to be still and be quiet and wait for him to tell her what to do. She can’t act like herself.

She isn’t even sure she knows what that means anymore, anyway.

“Right! At Devin’s birthday party. So sorry for stealing her away, by the way, we just had so much catching up to do.”

Janaysia’s smile says that she’s still a little miffed about the whole thing. “Well, next time a little heads up would be nice before she just disappears, we were definitely worried! But no real harm done, in the end.”

She could almost laugh aloud at that, if she wasn’t frozen in place and could remember how. There had been plenty of harm done. But they could never, ever know about it.

“Well.” Devin slaps his hands down onto his thighs, then stands. “I’m gonna go get started on dinner, and let you two visit.”

Cadence startles, eyes darting to both her friends before zoning in on the floor. Don’t leave me don’t leave me please don’t leave me. Except that she doesn’t want them here, either. They don’t need to be anywhere near him, they need to run, to go far far away where he can’t get to them. But if they leave, he’ll be free to do whatever he wants to her. As long as they’re in the room, he’s leaving her alone.

“Yep, I’ll come help you. Any, uh…food allergies, Oliver?”

He smiles brilliantly at Janaysia. “None at all, thank you for asking.”

“Alright, perfect.” She turns to leave, but looks at Cadence first, brow furrowing in concern. “You okay?” she asks softly.

All she can do is nod. It isn’t anywhere near convincing, but she can’t even force a smile or look her in the eye.

But apparently Janaysia reads her emotions as something completely different, anyway. She reaches out and squeezes her arm gently, leaning in. “Don’t be nervous, he obviously likes you. Also…he is hot, just saying.” With a quiet laugh, she walks into the adjoining kitchen with Devin. A couple of seconds later, she reappears with Cadence’s dry erase board, handing it over with another smile before leaving again.

Her gaze slides up until it finds his, boring into her with all its usual intensity, and quickly drops back down. Her pulse is pounding in her ears. She grips the dry erase marker too tightly, the hard plastic digging into the bones of her fingers, as her breath stutters in and out of her closed-over throat.

“Come sit down, Cadence.”

His tone is pleasant, but she knows better than to think it’s a suggestion. Her feet lurch into motion. Two steps on the hardwood, five more across the worn out rug and around the ottoman. The closer to him she gets, the harder it is to breathe. But she sinks down onto the couch, anyway, just a few inches away from him. His hand immediately finds her thigh. “So good to see you again.” His fingers begin to squeeze, digging into her skin with a promise of more to come. “You really should get out of the house more often.”

#whumptober2023 #no.29 #troubled past resurfacing #original content #fic #stalking tw #fear tw #obsession fic #cadence the whumpee #oliver the stalker #lady whump #lady whumpee #selective mutism #whump writing #whump series

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bobmckenzie · 9 months

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Look After You | danny x caitie moodboard

As Becky helps her dad prepare dinner, she can't help but ask, "Is she really going to go back out there?"

"Hitchhiking?" He continues when she nods, "It seems like it. Unless the two of us can come up with a reason that'll convince her why she shouldn't."

She knows a good reason, and it's standing right in front of her: the man who hasn't had a date in as long as she can remember.

Caitie's nice, she's pretty, and she's fallen right into their laps like one of those damsel-in-distress princesses from the movies Debbie always puts on at sleepovers. So why can't Danny O'Shea be her prince? He's already been acting like her knight in shining armor.

She looks up at her dad with a self-assured smirk, the gears already turning in her mind. "We can think of something."

#i made this so long ago i can't believe i'm only posting it now klsdjksjf #my danny feels have been resurfacing lately 🥹🥹🥹#i really wanna get back to writing my fic for him!!! it's so comforting. i just get sidetracked too easily lol🧍‍♀️#caitiedits #urbaenia #🏈 becky

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jegskalfiksedet · 10 months

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hellllp. I’ve lost a VegasPete fic and can’t remember its title or find it through tags.

Plot: Pete loses 3 years worth of memory, moved back to the major family, Vegas is stressed obvi, Venice is there, Pete eventually starts remembering bits, moves back, and there’s a whole thing about nicknames.

It was so good. But I can’t find it on AO3.

#vegaspete #vegaspete fic #vegaspete fanfic #thoughts and prayers for me until it resurfaces

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nagiru · 6 months

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Some days, the Doctor feels fine. Some days, even the barest touch sends memories back that she does not want to deal with; at all.

#whumptober2023 #no.17 #touch aversion #doctor who #fic #past child abuse tw #panic attack tw #no.29 #troubled past resurfacing #my fics #13 doctor #tecteun is involved

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