#Walk inside a tunnel that goes through a 2
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Medication - Leah Williamson
fluff, little bit of angst, anxiety attacks, mentions of depression, 3500 words
balled my eyes out to black fridays by tom odell and then this was birthed.
blurb:
your a rookie on the lionesses squad, who suffers from anxiety and when you stop taking your meds after learning you are starting a game in the euros everything goes downhill for you.
i am so sorry for how vague this was lol i’m writing this and publishing at 2:30 in the morning
I’d never liked gamedays. Everything felt different, all the feelings and emotions heightened. The pressure was insurmountable, especially when you are playing for your nation. Especially when you are one of the youngest, one of the least experienced, one of the youngsters. Today, we were playing Norway, my first game as a Lioness where I was a part of the starting line-up. It was a must win game, the stakes were high for us to win these Euro’s, especially considering it was a home euro’s for us. If we wanted to progress to the finals we couldn’t lose, the pressure was on.
I’d understood that as soon as I’d been notified that I was to start the match, understood that everything changed as soon as you were actually on the pitch. Our one point win over Austria had been great, but we were all hungrier for more, hungrier for the points that we needed to get us ahead in the competition. Sarina knew that there was an expectation for us to win, we all knew that.
I’d been feeling it all week, feeling the anxiety thrumming through my veins as we practised and went about our normal routine for the week. Something was different, it was my first year as a senior Lioness and I’d never been named as a starter. That was a big deal, a really big deal. That was all I could think about. What if I fucked it up? What if I messed up and they told me that I wasn’t going to be welcome back. What if Sarina saw me on the pitch and thought that I was worthless, useless, bad. That was all I could think about as we were standing in the tunnel getting ready to walk out. I was sandwiched in between Lucy and Beth. My hands shaking in my pockets and my breath quickening subconsciously. If I wasn’t aware of it then apparently the defender behind me was, because just as we were about to walk out I felt one of her hands fall to my shoulder, pulling me back into her just enough for her to be able to press her mouth to my ear and whisper,
“You’ve got this amore, you’re going to do perfectly fine,” Lucy’s voice was so strong, but so comforting. She was like an older sister to me, and had been since my first day at training camp. She had been the first person to believe in me besides my Arsenal teammates, the first person to really advocate for my future. She was also the first person on the Lionesses team besides Leah to learn about my struggles with anxiety, adhd and depression. She’d been a light in my life, texted me to make sure I was keeping up with my medication, or just to check in.
In the wake of the Euro’s I’d stopped taking my anxiety meds. I took Lorazepam, which worked really well for me, but it also tended to make me really drowsy and fatigued. Things that are not ideal when you are training and playing almost everyday for your country. It had positive effects, I definitely found it a lot easier to train and play my hardest, but there were a lot of negatives. Like how I was feeling right now. Like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, my hands getting clammy with sweat and shaking non stop like I’d just shot up on steroids. The sound of the crowd at Brighton didn’t help either as we walked out onto the pitch. I struggled to get through the national anthem and the pre game pleasantries, my chest and body hurting from the anxiety that was building up inside of my body.
I was grateful but also not to step out on the pitch properly. It felt like I was on a different planet, my senses overly heightened and my brain short circuiting almost everything.
I could feel Leah’s gaze on me as we all lined up to start the game, she worried about me, a lot. I was also her Arsenal teammate and she’d taken me under her wing beyond football, we’d become very close in our time spent together. I ignored her sidewards glances though, tasking myself with showing our nation that I deserved to be where I was and some jitters weren’t going to affect that.
My first half was rocky, normally with the mixture of adrenaline and endorphins my anxiety subsided when I started playing but this time I must have been too far gone, too much pent up anxiety built up for it to just fade away. It reflected in how I was playing, but our forwards had been flawless, slotting in six goals which put us in a lead that was pretty much untouchable. Clambering into the rooms at halftime was a charade. Everyone besides myself seemed ecstatic and hyped about our lead, I was on the inside but I was also wrapped up in my own bubble. I took a seat on the floor of the change rooms, taking in Serena’s speech about keeping our heads and just continuing what we were doing. I allowed Lucy to pass me a drink bottle, obliging her request for me to hydrate myself. She could tell something was up, she’d been hovering around me on the pitch, covering me. When one of the Norwegian girls had taken my feet out from under me she had immediately been at my side, pulling me up and then yelling at the umpire about how it had clearly been a foul if not a yellow. Leah had to pull her away just to ensure Lucy wouldn’t get carded herself, all whilst I stood there absolutely helpless as result of the amount of effort I was having to put into not collapsing from the amount of pain in my chest.
Leah kept it pretty brief after Serena, sticking to what she’d said and putting an emphasis on a few things before we headed back out. She managed to snag a grip on my jersey though as I trailed with the girls at the back of the group.
“Are you okay?” There was a little bit of captain in it, but it was mostly gentle, her voice a little bit rugged from the amount of yelling she’d done on the field.
“I’m fine.” Her facial expression was enough to tell me she didn’t believe a word I was saying.
“I’m telling Serena to sub you off, you clearly don’t look well enough to be playing.”
“I told you I feel fine Cap, I can play out the rest of the 90, please let me play it out.”
Leah looked conflicted, conflicted with what to do and how to react to my plea. I wasn’t one who begged very often, I didn’t see the point in it.
“Fine but y/n, as soon as anything happens out there, you put yourself in danger or someone else in danger you are going off, understood?”
I didn’t have any other option but to nod at Leah.
“Yes, captain.”
My voice had held some sarcasm as I tore her hand from the bottom of my jersey and started jogging back up the tunnel to catch up with girls that I’d previously been chatting to.
The last ten minutes of the second half was when bad transitioned to really not good. My body began to catch up with my over exertion and every second on the field became a battle. It was a blessing that the ball wasn’t really travelling down my end, Less and Toony had both been substituted in and were having a field day in our forward half kicking it back and forth to run the clock down. The Norwegian girls were giving it their best but you could tell they knew it was over. As the minutes passed though and we went into extra time I could feel my body really starting to get heavier, you could blame it on the lack of hydration and the english heat that we were playing in but I knew it was my body betraying me. I’d been denying my body for too long and it was catching up with me. I didn’t even know how many minutes of extra time we had, my vision was slowly blurring, my steps becoming wobbly and the pain in my chest becoming overbearing.
I could hear my opponent, I think it was Maren, or was it Guro? Asking me if I felt alright. I didn’t really comprehend it though, I couldn’t hear anything properly, it felt like I was underwater, my ears ringing out and my vision blacking over as I fell face first into the turf. Maren managed to catch me before I fully face planted into the grass, helping my limp form down to the ground before starting to yell out for help. It was then of course that the whistles blew and the match ended. I could make out the sounds of the crowd going nuts, maybe even my teammates on the sidelines yelling in triumph. I couldn’t open my eyes though and I definitely couldn’t make out the voice of Maren on the ground beside me trying to ask me questions and attract the attention of a medic. It was all mellowed out as my body succumbed to a coma like state that I’d forced myself into.
Leah and Lucy were the first two from my own team to locate me, passed out on the ground with Maren trying to provide as much privacy for me as possible whilst also pressing her hand to my throat to make sure that there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. It was Maren, Guro had been subbed off at the 84’ minute mark. I remembered that because I’d silently been wishing at the time that Serena would do the same, but she’d made her final changes and taking me off apparently hadn't been one of them.
“Y/n, can you open your eyes for me? Or squeeze my hand?”
I could feel Leah’s own hand fall into mine and I squeezed it as best as I could, it was enough for me to tell her that I was conscious enough to make out what she was saying to me.
“Good y/n/n, the medics are about to be here, can you try and open your eyes and talk for me?”
I tried my hardest to crack my eyes open, when I did finally muster up the will to open one of them I was met with the brightness of the stadium lights. I groaned almost immediately, being forced to take in my surroundings. I was surrounded by our trainers, who were draping different towels over my body in an attempt to cool me down and cover me. My cleats had been removed from my feet and someone was soaking my socks in cold water, something that I was not pleased to be awakened by.
“Good sweetheart, stay focused on me yeah, eyes on me.”
My eyes snapped back up to Leah, who was crouched above my head, Serena and Lucy’s heads were beside her own, staring down at me.
“The medics are going to come look at you and you are going to let them, okay?”
I almost immediately shook my head at Leah but she kept her jaw clenched and her stern face up.
“I’m not asking y/n, you just passed out on the field, you need to be assessed.”
I shook my head again and Leah rolled her eyes at me.
“An-n-xiety.”
I could hardly make out my own words in the stadium full of noise and the words themselves made me realise how much I was struggling to regulate my own breaths.
Leah nodded knowingly, suddenly everything seemed to come into perspective for her.
“You stopped taking your medication, didn’t you?”
I gulped and nodded at her, trying to block out all of the distractions that were happening around me. She looked annoyed at me, I cowered a little bit with the glare that she was giving me. After the last time I went on a sabbatical from my medication I swore to Leah I would never do it again.
As the medics crouched down next to me I shut my eyes again, it all becoming too much for my head. I let the medics fuss over me, I blacked out somewhere in between them putting me on a stretcher and getting me off the pitch.
I reawakened with sweat dripping down my body, all of the oxygen depleting from my body and my chest aching like it never had before. I choked a little bit as I sat up from my spot, gasping for air to enter my lungs. It took me a few seconds to recognise where I was, sitting inside the makeshift medical room at Brighton. My head was pounding and my whole body was aching.
“Y/n, look at me, you're having an anxiety attack, deep breaths.”
“Wh-what.” The words came out in a gasp as I struggled to take in any air, looking at Leah for guidance.
“We’re at Brighton, we just played Norway, you had an anxiety episode on the pitch. You’re having an attack right now, I need you to take deep breaths, follow me, in and out.”
I watched Leah as she exaggerated some deep breaths, if it hadn't been for the circumstance I probably would have laughed at her.
As I slowly started to take in more air she tried a different tactic.
“Good y/n/n, your doing so well my good girl. Can you tell me five things you can see?”
It was deflection, something that Leah had picked up on from her therapist.
“Serena, you, the light, Lucy and a drink bottle.”
Leah nodded at me encouragingly, rubbing slowly up my back as she continued.
“Good, you’re doing so well, how about four things you can feel?”
“Your breath, the scratchy blanket, my wet socks and I don’t know.”
My words were still choken as I used up whatever oxygen I was taking in to get the words out.
“That’s okay, that’s good, you are doing so well for me angel, how about three things you can hear?”
I tried to focus fully on Leah, on her words, her rubbing my back, her breath against my neck.
“Serena tapping her shoe, the heart monitor and the music from the changeroom.”
It was faint but if you focused in enough you could just hear the sound of my teammates in the change rooms, getting up to god knows that with the absence of their captain and manager.
“Perfect, you are doing absolutely perfectly. How about two things you can smell?”
“Antiseptic and your perfume.”
“Good, last one, one thing you can taste.”
I could feel my breath and body evening itself out, it felt like I was a piece of linen that was slowly but surely being ironed out, all of the crinkles and creases leaving my body.
“I don’t know.”
“Last one y/n, I know you can do it.”
“Metal, the iron taste from blood.”
Leah nodded at me, plastering a kiss on my forehead. Her words and actions being enough to bring me back down to earth fully. I very slowly took in my surroundings properly, Serena, Lucy and Keira were all sitting at the end of my bed, watching as Leah did her thing. I was hooked up to a few different things, cords and wires poking out of my extremities. A saline drip, heart monitor and another machine that I wasn’t sure the purpose of.
“Hey my girl, you back here with us now?”
I pushed my head into Leah’s chest, trying to hide from the world that I was now a participating member of.
“No hiding, not here,”
I groaned as Leah pushed me out of her chest, annoyed by the loss of contact and the confrontation of having to be put in front of some of the people I respected most.
“You gave us a fright back there, I think you came close to killing Maren.”
I gulped nervously, hanging onto every word that left Serena’s mouth, just bobbing my head in agreement because what else was I supposed to do.
“M’ sorry, didn’t mean to, just wanted to prove that I deserved to be here.”
Serena’s face held a kind of understanding, like she’d seen girls before me who had been the same, willing to die to prove their worth to the dutchwoman who we all regarded so highly.
“You wouldn’t be here in the first place if you didn’t deserve to be. It’s one thing to push yourself but to the point where you black out on the field is another thing. If it ever happens again y/n y/l/n then I can swear to you now that you will be benched, am I understood.” I nodded meekly at Serena,
“Yes ma’am.”
She nodded at me, she’d gotten her point across.
“Leah tells me this happened as a result of you not taking your medication?”
I pushed my head back into Leah’s chest, grunting at her when she pushed me out of it. I couldn’t do much else but nod at Serena.
“I get side effects ma’am, it makes me drowsy and sleepy, I didn’t want it to affect my game.”
Serena was very quick to fire back at me,
“You take medication to ensure that you feel well, there is no shame in that. If you are having a problem with side effects then you are to bring it up with one of our doctors, not boycott your medication entirely. From now on I am going to be responsible for your medication, you will come to me everyday to take it so I can ensure that you are receiving the correct doses so something like this does not occur again, is that understood?”
I gulped and nodded at Serena. She smiled at me knowingly in return.
“You are an elite athlete y/n, it is imperative that you care for your body. Or something like this happens, something with such magnitude that it can’t be overlooked. Your health and wellbeing comes first, always.”
I nodded at Serena once again, allowing her to give me a hug before leaving the room to give us some privacy. As soon as the door closed behind her I shed a few tears, I hated confrontation, it was one of my biggest fears.
“She’s right y’know, this could have been a lot worse, what if you’d put yourself in a really dangerous position because you were in a bad headspace and ended up seriously injured, you can’t just stop taking your medication randomly y/n, it’s not safe.”
Leah’s voice was murmured against my forehead, her lips staying plastered to the oily and cold skin.
“No one else on the team relies on medication to function, I thought I would be fine, I feel so stupid always being the one having to rely on shit to get through the day.”
I could feel Leah rolling her eyes from above me.
“No one else on the team struggles with intense anxiety and depression like you do, we are all different, we all function differently. There is no shame in needing medication y/n/n, Lucy uses an asthma puffer, does that make her stupid?”
I looked over at Lucy, it was different.
“No but it’s different.”
“How?”
Leah’s answer was fired back at me and I struggled slightly to recover from her sudden reply,
“Lucy has a physical problem, mine’s just in my head.”
“What you went through today seemed pretty physical to me.”
I was stumped by that answer, looking across at Kiera and Lucy who nodded along with what Leah was saying.
“You struggle with your mental health, there is no shame in that. You rely on medication. So what? Good for you for listening to your body and acknowledging that you need that to help you make it through the day. Y/n, there is absolutely nothing wrong with using medication to help you. If I felt sick, with the flu, and I needed antibiotics or whatever, would you think that I was weak for using them?”
I shook my head at Leah almost immediately, the question was a no brainer for me,
“Exactly, because I’d be taking the medication needed to keep me well and functioning. All you are doing is the same thing y/n, keeping yourself alive and well.”
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One Piece Spring Break Race-to-the-Beach AU.
The race starts at 11pm, goes through five states, ends at a beach house large enough that it was once filmed on MTV.
The prize? Glory. And gas money.
The cars are as follows;
The Merry. Usopp’s beat up Volkswagen Jetta with Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, and Sanji.
The Sunny. Franky’s modified school bus with Franky, Robin, Chopper, Brook and Jinbei.
The Punk. Kid’s 30 year old red jeep, with just Kid and Killer. In it for glory.
The Tang. Law’s perfectly clean Audi. Contains Law, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi.
The Phoenix. Sabo’s smart car with Sabo, Ace and Marco.
Hour 1; 11pm
The East Blue immediately starts in the wrong direction. Nami is screaming at Zoro. He does not get to drive anymore.
The Punk cuts off The Tang getting onto the interstate. There’s cursing on both ends. Law swears revenge.
The Sunny is playing Coldplay exclusively, as Franky says it’s “tradition”.
The Phoenix is taking “a shortcut”. They may be lost.
Hour 2; 12am.
The East Blue: Zoro and Sanji are asleep. Luffy has eaten all of the road snacks.
The Sunny: Chopper is also asleep. Robin is reading aloud from her book on decomposition.
The Punk: has hit 100mph. Killer is on cop-watch.
The Tang: has delegated a sleep rotation for maximum wakefulness. The rotation has already fallen apart as Shachi has revealed the crate of Monster energy.
The Phoenix: shakes when it gets over 60mph.
Hour 3: 1am.
Cars have entered The Mountains.
East Blue: Luffy drives for 15 minutes before Nami bans him for going too fast on curves.
Sunny: does not do well on inclines. Jinbei does not go over the speed limit.
Phoenix: has found the secret tunnel THROUGH the mountain.
The Punk: has received their first speeding ticket. Kid’s plates are expired.
The Tang: currently in first, because Penguin slammed two monsters and sped past the Punk while they were pulled over.
Hour 4: 2am.
The East Blue: Usopp is the one driving when they hit The Deer. No one is hurt but the car is Totaled. Usopp is in tears and Luffy is trying to cheer him up by reading from riddles dot com.
The Sunny: gets the distress call.
The Punk: gets a second speeding ticket. Killer takes over because Kid speeds more when he’s angry.
The Tang: Shachi and Penguin have a meltdown when they realise Biscuit World is closed. Bepo says they have biscuits at home.
The Phoenix: Ace is upset they won’t let him drive. He has narcolepsy.
Hour 5: 3am.
The Sunny: Nami takes over driving. Franky refuses to stop playing Coldplay. Brook is offended about this, he brought his whole mixtape collection. Usopp is in mourning. Luffy is so happy to be around more friends.
The Punk: killer gets a speeding ticket.
The Tang: shocking everyone, Bepo hits 110mph going down the mountain. He is screaming. Law bans him from driving.
The Phoenix: Stops for gas and picks up a hitchhiker named Teach
Hour 5.5
The Phoenix: Marco physically removes Teach from the car. The car is, at the time, doing 60 mph. Fuck that guy.
Hour 6: 4am.
The Sunny: has stopped for gas. Luffy is walking in circles around the bus, humming offkey Coldplay. Zoro, Usopp and Chopper are watching him with worried eyes from inside the bus. Sanji is inside buying all the beef jerky they have.
Punk: hits a cow and flips. Kid and Killer both wear their seatbelts very responsibly (??) and are fine.
Tang: passes Punk. Shachi is driving. Turns back. Law is screaming that he won’t let them in his car. Law is overruled because Penguin and Killer have a Stardew farm co-op.
The Phoenix: Marco and Ace are making out. Sabo regrets this passenger combination.
Hour 7: 5am.
The Sunny: Jinbei and Brook and Nami are asleep. Chopper has mistakenly drunk an energy drink and has stopped blinking. Sanji and Zoro are arguing in whispers as Nami is asleep on the bench next to them. Luffy licked a window when it fogged up.
The Tang: Law is driving. Bepo is shotgun. Penguin is sitting on Killer’s lap, and Shachi is squished between Killer and Kid. Law is FUMING. He and Kid are in an intense argument about toll roads versus back roads.
The Phoenix: Ace is asleep again.
Hour 8: 6am.
The Sunny and the Tang are in the flat states near the coast. The Phoenix is taking backroads and has lost GPS signal.
Hour 9: 7am.
A firefly has been squished on the windshield of the Sunny, and Luffy, Usopp and Robin are OBSESSED. There’s glowing goo all over the windshield. Sanji is cowering behind Zoro at the back of the bus. Nami is, thankfully, asleep.
The Tang has broken the sound barrier, because Law is still driving and he needs to get OUT OF THIS CAR. Penguin is straddling Killer. Shachi and Kid might start hate fucking soon. Bepo is asleep.
The Phoenix has stopped at a 24 hour antique shop.
Hour 10: 8am.
The sun is rising. The Sunny is in the middle of a Britney Speaks sing-along led by Brook, even though Franky won’t turn the Coldplay off.
Robin is driving. At a red light, she sees The Phoenix at the opposite side of the intersection. She says nothing.
The Tang stops for gas, and Law stumbles out and onto the ground like a man at an oasis in the desert. He goes inside and buys gas station sushi because a strong man chooses how he dies.
Hour 11: 9am.
The Sunny is in the right state! The end is near! Zoro has fallen asleep in Sanji’s lap and Sanji seems to be having a crisis. Franky and Robin are holding hands. Luffy is attempting to crawl onto the roof at every red lighy.
The Phoenix and the Tang pull up next to each other at a stop light. Ace is asleep on the back seat but Marco and Sabo wave. Law gives them the middle finger and Bepo apologises. Penguin’s fingers are under Killer’s mask and no one wants to talk about it.
Hour 12: 10am.
The Sunny drives over the bridge to the island where the beach house is located! There is rejoicing!! They’ve made it!!
…except it turns out the island is still a 20 minute drive from one end to the other. Nami spots the Tang right behind them out the window.
Nami screams at Franky to Floor it. Franky Floors it. Law, who has not slept at all and needs to get away from whatever is happening in the back seat, also floors it.
Luffy manages to get the emergency hatch at the top of the bus open and crawls onto the roof, waving wildly
Yelling for Torao to look at him as Zoro grabs onto his ankles to keep him attached to the bus.
Kid sees Luffy and starts yelling at Law to speed up. Law yells at Kid that it’s a single lane road. Penguin is making out with Killer’s mask. Shachi’s hands are… somewhere.
They race down the waterfront road as the bus shakes from exertion and the Audi purrs like a kitten. Everyone is screaming.
The Tang drives into the opposing traffic to try to overtake the sunny just as they reach the beach house at the very end of the lane
There’s a squealing of tires as they both brake to a stop on the lawn, mere inches from the front door.
Chopper stumbles out onto the sand, having lost years off his life in the last few seconds of that race.
Law gets out and starts throwing rocks at everyone in the back
Then, the front door of the beach house opens and Ace walks out, roast beef sandwich mid bite.
Everyone stares at him.
“Hey,” Ace says. “What took you so long?”
Nami wails.
Luffy scampers all the way onto the Sunny’s roof and jumps at Ace.
Ace does not catch him.
Killer and Penguin are making out on the sand, killer’s mask partially up.
Zoro and Sanji are… in the back of the bus. Doing… something.
Jinbei starts unloading luggage.
After recovering from his fall, Luffy jumps over to Law and drags him in to pick rooms.
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Double Date Part 2 - Roy Kent x Platonic!Reader (Ted Lasso)
A/N: Roy being the bestest friend and keeping you safe. Part 1
It was pretty late when you made it inside Nelson Road. You kept your hoodie up to try to cover as much of your face as you could. Grateful the guy who lived in the Stadium let you in the door after you mentioned Roy's name without asking any questions
Walking through the tunnels with the lights flickering only enhanced your sense of dread. You couldn't shake the feeling of being watched even though you knew no one else was there at this time of night. While you didn't have a good plan, you knew you could hide in the boot room since it had the most privacy and leave through the tunnels in the morning before the team arrived.
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Yeah you could've called Roy but it was late and you didn't want to put him out over this. He'd told you a thousand times that Luke was bad news but you swore up and down he wasn't anything other than a gentleman. What a liar you turned out to be.
By the time you made it inside to the boot room, your adrenaline had faded. You finally felt safe and curled up on the floor behind the boot wall.
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When Will showed up in the morning, he was ready to tackle the day. Although he never quite won over Nate Shelley while he was around, the Greyhounds had been very receptive to his little improvements he'd made to Nate's processes.
Because of this he liked to start off the day in the locker room reviewing everything he'd set out the night before and sprayed a lavender scent there and in the boot room to start the day off right.
Not today though.
Upon entering the boot room, he knew something was off. There were dirt tracks left on his floor! He followed them cautiously around the corner of the boot wall to find... you. fast asleep. Oh wait are those scrapes on your face?! Blood? Oh dear. Will checked his watch and knew that the coaches should be here any minute. For now, you didn't show any signs of waking but the room was chilly so he took towel and laid it gently around you in case you were cold.
With that he left the room as quietly as he could to find Roy ideally but Ted would do too.
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"Ey, uh.. Coach Kent?" Roy continued ignoring Will who'd stood at his door for 5 minutes already before saying anything.
"Coach, Sorry to disturb you so soon after you've arrived but you're needed in the Boot Room." Will fumbled his way through the sentence but he finally got Roy's attention.
"Why the fuck would I need to go to the fucking smellyarse Boot Room first the in the fucking morning?" Roy didn't yell but Will was nodding along polite as he is. He took a deep breathe and finally told the whole truth.
"Because I found your friend Y/F/N Y/L/N in there asleep when I came in this morning with her face a little cut up. Coach, I think she spent the night here."
Roy was up and out of his chair before Will could even finish his sentence once he said you were the reason he was needed in the boot room. Fuuucking hell. What did that prick do to you?
His answer came shortly after that thought as you started mumbling and twitching in your sleep.
He had been just so angry that evening. Ever since that double date, things got worse. He was mean and a little picky before but that night when you arrive home he slammed the door and turned on you, shoving you to the ground. You felt your heart leap into your throat afraid that he would come back so you locked yourself in the bathroom until he went to bed.
"You fucking bitch, you tried to upstage me with your friends huh?" CRASH. There goes the lamp from your coffee table falling into pieces on the floor.
"No no, that wasn't it. I didn't want them to think you were mean when you called your trainees idiots is all. I was trying to fix it. I'm sorry I'm sorry."
"You think I'm mean? You were trying to fix me? I am the best damn thing to ever happen to you. Where would you be without me?" CRASH except this time the glass he threw at the wall was too close to your face and the some shards ricocheted off the wall scraping your face a bit. It was in that moment that you woke up with a start arms flailing, knocking the blanket Will had draped over you away.
"Don't touch me!" Roy's heart broke as he watched you take in your surroundings as you realized you weren't in that horrid memory but at Nelson Road with him in front of you arms up in surrender.
He stayed right where he was as you took deep breathes to try to calm your breathing but it wasn't working. Your panic was increasing instead of subsiding. As you dropped your head on your knees and wrapped your arms around your legs to form a ball, Roy sat down next to you taking you under his arm so you were curled up against him. He texted Keeley.
RK: Y/N is here. It's bad. I don't car what she says she can't go back to that prick. He hurt her. She's going to stay with us for a bit. That okay w u?
KJ: Ofcourse love! Fuck that piece of shit. Do you need me to come there?
RK: Not yet, I've got them for now. Can you ready the guest room just in case? *Keeley reacted with a heart emoji.
Roy smlied at his phone and then pulled you closer.
"Fuck that guy. Fuck what happened. I'm here and you're safe."
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A Brief Refresher on the Sam Bucket Saga and the Egg
It’s been a while since the first two streams in the Sam Bucket trilogy, and people who have fallen out of keeping up with the Dream SMP in the past month or two might be wondering...
Who the hell is Sam Bucket and why is his lore significant?
What’s the red portal?
Is the Egg really a thing again?
Why is Foolish involved?
Well, here’s a brief recap in case you want to watch the finale but don’t want to watch everything else first!
This trilogy is a little unique in terms of DSMP lore, as it is not chronologically aligned with actual real life time, but instead has two streams take place moments after another, with implications that time is frozen in-universe outside of the character’s POV for the duration of the stream.
Sam Bucket started off, like many others, as a joke character, so I won’t go through the entire backstory of his first appearances pranking Bad.
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Lore Vods
(Not including previous appearances of Sam Bucket before these)
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MARCH 29, 2022: WHO IS SAM BUCKET? (Bad’s POV)
APRIL 20, 2022: JUST WHO IS SAM BUCKET? (Awesamdude’s POV)
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So...Who is Sam Bucket?
Sam Bucket is identical to regular Sam and Sam Nook. Unlike Sam Nook, he does not seem to be a robot. He is characterized by saying only his own name in various tones, and constantly carrying buckets.
Sam Nook, the robot, knows of Sam Bucket’s existence. In fact, in a conversation with Foolish, Sam Nook seems to be concerned about him, considering Sam Bucket a dangerous entity.
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TIME FREEZE 1: THE FOREST FOUNTAIN
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Bad was at his mansion one day telling Sam about Sam Bucket. Sam, of course, doesn’t believe Bad and thinks he’s been drinking. Sam leaves Bad at the mansion.
Bad goes to try and find Foolish in the desert, but, instead of Foolish, Sam Bucket is at Foolish’s home looking through Foolish’s belongings. After Bad gives him some buckets, Sam Bucket leaves. Bad follows him in secret to a forest just outside of Las Nevadas. The sky goes black and a path of soul torches, strewn with Wither skulls, leads into the woods.
In the woods, Bad finds Sam Bucket at a fountain of water surrounded by pillars of stone with buckets hung on them. On two of the pillars are names written in red: one, Bad’s now has a filled bucket. The other, empty, is Foolish’s.
Bad trips and is noticed by Sam Bucket. Sam Bucket chases Bad all the way back to the mansion, until Bad turns behind him to see Sam Bucket. The screen cuts to black.
When Bad comes out of the mansion, the sky is bright again and Sam is there. The two of them had just spoken a few minutes ago. Bad tries to show Sam the fountain in the forest, but, of course, it is gone.
The two go walking down the Prime Path back, and Bad asks Sam who Sam Bucket is. Sam says there is no one named Sam Bucket.
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TIME FREEZE 2: THE UNDERGROUND TUNNELS
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Taking place moments after the first stream ends, the second is from Sam’s POV. After leading Bad home, Sam parts ways with him, suspecting the Egg might be at fault. Sam goes to the Egg Room to inspect it.
In the back rooms behind the Egg, Sam finds a new tunnel, this one leading to a maze of underground chambers splattered with murals of the Egg and strange writings on the walls. Inside the chests, Sam finds journal entries:
Sam Bucket was going mining in a ravine one day when he came across some of the Egg’s infamous Blood Vines. The source, he found, was buried, but as he got closer and closer he began to hear voices. As he continued to dig, he eventually found the source of the Vines: The Egg.
He was eager to show everyone his discovery. Once he did, though, some were not so on board as the Vines began to spread to the surface. The Egg knew how to take care of this situation, and gave Sam Bucket a plan to take care of the troublemakers once and for all...
Like Bad did, Sam Bucket was affected by the Egg’s promises, dragged into helping it grow. There were people, friends of Sam Bucket, who didn’t like the Vines who had to be dealt with. It is uncertain what happened to them.
Sam Bucket had dug tunnels underground to help the Vines grow. The first one, he wrote, would be “under his house” (who exactly is unknown).
In the chambers, Awesam finds a similar pillar circle to the one Bad found. Past a Blood Vine he finds Sam Bucket standing before what looks like a bright, red, glowing portal.
It is at that point that Sam Bucket notices Sam and gives chase, sending Sam running all the way back to the surface by Bad’s mansion.
Bad had only just been talking to Sam a few minutes ago! But Sam explains what happened.
The two decide that, together, they must go down to the underground once more to find out what’s going on.
And if they do, they must be prepared to destroy the Egg.
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So...who is Sam Bucket?
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Sam Bucket appears to be a man who discovered the Egg long before Bad did, judging by his mention of friends (as people on the Dream SMP currently don’t seem to know Sam Bucket). He went down a similar path to Bad and likely pulled some sort of Red Banquet-esque stunt to deal with the people who didn’t like the Egg.
One way or another, by the time Bad found the Egg, it had been buried again, and Sam Bucket’s friends are nowhere to be seen.
For some reason, Sam Bucket seems to have a fixation not only on Bad but also Foolish, going to Foolish’s home and aiming to get a bucket of water from him. The water is a recurring theme here, and those who watched the Egg Arc might remember how holy water from the fountain of Church Prime played a large role.
Bad was certainly a leader of the Egg’s resurgence, but why Foolish? Well, Foolish’s first life was fed to the Egg, and in order to purify the Egg’s voice from his head he had to submerge himself in the holy fountain. The Egg may still be after him, or even lying in wait in his own head.
Another point of interest is the red portal. What does this portal lead to? It’s not a Nether portal like the one to Ohio, nor does it likely lead to Utah.
Could it be a different dimension ruled by the Egg? A teleport to an important location on the server? A doorway to Texas? Who knows.
The Finale will give us the answers!
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Can I ask for a continuation of the Sokka and Katara raised in the fire nation au?
Continued from: [Link], [Link], and [Link].
1. There is a woman involved with the search, from two villages over. She always comes out for these searches. She's an old innkeeper, a sweet woman. Kanna recognizes her. And it's really really weird that she recognizes her, because she recognizes her as a Southern Water Tribe woman, who was kidnapped by the Fire Navy. What is she doing here and free? Kanna sidles up to her and, voice too soft for anyone else to hear, says "Hello Hama, how did you come to be here?" Hama looks at her, and then looks again, and she smiles a smile of surprise and delight, and says to her that she could ask her the same thing. And they talk. Hama tells Kanna about escaping prison. Kanna hells Hama about her daughter in law's death and her son's capture.
2. Then she mentions that it's her grandson who is missing. Hama is shocked. She grows quiet and troubled. And something just feels really off. And Kanna used to know Hama well enough to know when something was really off. And she doesn't want to think...
3. That night, after Katara is settled into bed, Kanna slips out and follows Hama back to her village. Hama heads to her inn and goes inside, and Kanna waits. And waits. And just when she thinks that this was all very stupid, and she's being paranoid about somebody who used to be a close friend, Hama emerges from the inn, and heads out into thr night. Kanna follows. Hama winds her way through the woods to the mouth of a tunnel, and Kanna waits, for what feels like hours for her to surface again. Once she does, Kanna leaves her hiding place and goes down the tunnel in Hama's stead. It's pitch dark, so Kanna takes a flint and lights a candle from her pocket. As she walks down the tunnel, the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. She hears garbled noises. They slowly resolve, Into voices, and the clanking of chains.
4. When she reaches the cave at the end of the tunnel, She almost can't piece together what she sees, can't pull it into something that makes sense, gaunt shrunken forms hanging from the wall, her grandson strung up like a fairground puppet. It's real, and yet it's what's right in front of her. She tears one of the iron pins, so common to elderly Fire Nation peasant women, from her hair. She hasn't picked a lock since she was a teenage girl in the Northern Water Tribe, and the iron pin is too big for it anyway, but it doesn't matter, because all she has to do is shove The pins into manacle the locks, and push, to shove the locks open. First is Sokka, and her grandson falls into her arms.
5. She frees the others as quick as she can, but she soon realizes she has a problem. None of the others, who've been hanging there for months, are strong enough to walk more than a few steps. She's forced to leave them with Sokka. They run up the tunnel To the sound of the other prisoners begging them to come back, and as soon as they reach Hama's village, they pound on the door to the small garrison, and tell them what they've seen, and what Hama did. Several guards go with Kanna, so that she can lead them to the tunnel, so that they can verify her story. They carry Hama's other victims to freedom. Then they go to arrest Hama. Suddenly it's all over. They summon a judge, who rides through two days later, and Hama is sentenced to death. Every village for miles around has lost someone, and only a handful were still alive to be rescued. They all turn out to witness the execution. And sickeningly, Kanna finds herself the hero who sniffed out the Water Tribe witch.
#avatar the last airbender#atla kanna#atla hama#posts i created#do you want to ask a question it doesn't have to be a question#five headcanons#sokka the meat and sarchasm guy
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part 21 / previous installments/tags
When Arizona comes to town, Mason’s a healthy scratch. He can’t tell if Cronin does it to keep him away from Connor. At this point, the way Mason’s playing is reason enough to send him to the pressbox.
He’s supposed to be learning valuable lessons watching the game from the rafters or whatever, but all he does is watch Connor. Connor taking faceoffs, Connor on the bench, Connor getting knocked over by Nathan Gaucher. Mason grips the edge of the table in front of him so hard it nearly splinters.
Mason dutifully waits by the tunnel to fistbump all of his teammates after Anaheim pulls out a 3-2 win. After the dressing room routines, an assistant coach pulls him aside. “The trainer from Arizona wants a word with you.”
“...the fuck?” Mason asks.
“He said you’d probably know what it’s about.” The coach raises his eyebrows, curious. Mason shrugs.
One of Anaheim’s medical staff escorts Mason through the tunnels to the visitors’ locker room, as if Mason’s going to misbehave. The Coyotes are starting to filter out to the bus, hair still dripping from the showers onto the collars of their gameday suits.
“McTavish.” Guenther gives him a fistbump on his way by. “What are you doing here? Did we trade for you?”
Mason shrugs. “Not that I know of.” Wouldn’t that be a hell of a thing, though.
The Anaheim staffer points him toward the coaches’ room. Mason’s heart lurches as he walks through the door and sees Connor in a chair next to one of the worktables, arms crossed, looking every bit as petulant as he did when Mason first met him. Looking every bit as desirable as he did when Mason last saw him.
“Hi,” Mason chokes out, once he’s regained his footing after the familiar punch of Connor’s scent. He doesn’t know whether to offer a fistbump, or a handshake, or a hug, or what. Connor doesn’t offer anything besides a nod.
A trainer… or coach, or whatever, someone in a Coyotes zipneck… sitting at the worktable clears his throat. He stands and introduces himself to Mason, and Mason goes through the motions of politeness but there’s no way he’s going to remember this guy’s name.
“I’ll get right to it,” says the Arizona trainer. “Connor’s being affected by a faulty bond, and we think it would be useful for the two of you to talk. Will you come back to the hotel with us?”
Mason looks at Connor before he answers, but Connor’s expression is impassive. “...yes?” Mason says cautiously. “Is that necessary?”
“We think it’s for the best.” The trainer picks up his work bag, signaling that the topic is closed. “Ready, Connor?”
Connor stands up without comment.
Mason’s escort from Anaheim rejoins them outside the visitors’ room. He gives Mason an everything okay? expression and Mason nods to confirm. He follows them to the loading dock, and toward a black SUV, waiting separate from the team bus. Mason remembers that Arizona plays in San Jose tomorrow. The rest of the team is headed out of town.
Mason’s Anaheim escort sees him into the car and then turns back into the arena, his work apparently done. The Arizona trainer takes the front seat. Mason leans his head against the window on the passenger side, trying to get as far as he can from Connor’s freezing presence on the other end of the back seat. It’s excruciating to be trapped in a car with Connor’s scent, even if it still has that brittle quality that says he’s furious. Mason wonders what his own scent is telling Connor, whether it’s having any effect on him. Connor’s probably stronger than he is.
The trainer takes them up the elevator, and then he tells Connor you know where to find me if you need anything, and then he keycards himself into what’s apparently his own room, leaving Connor and Mason in the hallway.
Connor swipes his card in the opposite door. Mason follows him inside. The door closes behind him, loud in the empty hallway. “What’s going on?”
Connor turns to face him. His suitcase sits open on the luggage rack by his side. His jaw is as tense as Mason’s ever seen it. “They decided we’ve got a faulty bond.” Mason remembers Jamie sending Connor to his trainer after they met on the ice. Unlike Mason, Connor probably didn’t have the option of lying to whatever dynamic specialist his team called in. “They told me to fix it.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Connor hangs his suit jacket over the back of the desk chair. He takes a step toward Mason, and then another one.
Mason takes a step back. “Wait, we’re just supposed to fuck it out and hope things are fine?”
“I guess.” Connor looks like he’s bracing himself. Mason doesn’t like to think about what for.
Mason closes the distance between them, with the hard angry edge of Connor’s scent knifing into his lungs. He takes Connor’s face between his hands and Connor’s scent stays icily steady. Mason leans in to bring their lips together.
At the last minute, he backs away. “I can’t do this.”
“I thought you’d been waiting for this,” Connor says waspishly.
“Not for this.” Mason flaps a hand at Connor. He doesn’t want Connor setting his jaw and looking at Mason like he’s an ice bath, unpleasant but necessary. He wants the Connor he had all too briefly in Arizona, throwing himself into Mason’s arms smelling like pure want.
Connor gives him a look like then what?
Mason recognizes the irony of being stuck in a hotel room with Connor. It’s where they started. They got through it, with push-up contests and arm wrestling and narrowing their eyes at each other as they faced off in dueling wall sits, determined to be the one who outlasted. Maybe they can again.
“Come with me.” Mason pivots toward the door. “I’ve got an idea.”
(next)
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Arendelle Castle Rooms Part 4 | Analysis
In part 3, we explore the swing, the royal garden, the gallery and the library.
1. The swing
(ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen' | "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')
The swing inside the grounds of the castle, is just after the three knights done the hall of the spiral steps. It also appears in Frozen Fever when Elsa gives Anna as one of her many gifts, a sandwich baguette! And I think this swing is on the east side of the castle given the view that can be seen when Anna is on I alone in the first movie. @lovewillthaw-j has a post detailing all about it and so to fully understand the location of the swing, do check out her post. The swing is located at the inner east of the castle, right before the palace - just so that you can see one of the small wide pillars of the castle. I can't put an image here due to the limit but you can see the last part of this post series to see the collage I put together concluding all of this.
2. The royal garden
(ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen' | "Ring in the season" in 'Olaf's Frozen Adventure')
The royal garden is considered the most peaceful area of the castle as it's quiet. The key thing about it is the willow tree. The garden is at the front of the castle right next to the bridge that connects the castle to the rest of the kingdom. The garden goes all long the outer palace wall. To get to it from the inside, there's a tunnel like way on the inner perimeter of the castle as seen in the second image above - where the red arrow goes along and from there you just walk straight down and at the end you turn left and there should be a door that opens up to the castle garden given that door is on the wall. See the last part/ part 9 for the full view of each room with their locations in the castle.
Again @lovewillthaw-j 's posts are so helpful. She made a post about this door to the garden.
3. The gallery
(ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen' | "Making today a perfect day" in 'Frozen Fever')
The gallery has all kinds of ancient art but it also includes family portraits and photos such as the one Elsa gave Anna on her 19th birthday in Frozen Fever. The portraits have changed over the years so the teal couch Anna jumped and made a pose, is the same couch Elsa jumps with her to present Anna her gift. The chairs must've been in place on purpose for the jump so I don't think they're placed there.
The placement of the gallery is on the left side in the middle teal slope area. Due to the limit I can't show you but when I gathered all the rooms on the Arendelle Castle image, I'll fit the rooms to their places
4. The library
(ref: "For the first time in forever" in 'Frozen' | Hans reveals his villainous self to Anna in 'Frozen' | Charades game night in 'Frozen 2')
This is the room Elsa practices her coronation ceremony in holding the orb and sceptre but the extra practice is on controlling her magic. And there's a large painting of her father's coronation ceremony too. It's also the same place where Hans betrays and reveals himself to Anna leaving her to die in a frozen heart.
In Frozen 2, the same room appears and this time they have a charades tradition in the evening in the library. The set-up however has changed a little with the L - Sofa being replaced with the table and Lt. Mattias' portrait hung up too. The door next to Agnaar's portrait may have been a continuity error too and so it doesn't exist.
But right outside the room is a window and we see Anna and Olaf climbing through the window to get to Kristoff, towards the end of Frozen, so we know roughly where the room could be (which I'll show in Part 5).
To be continued in Part 5.
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Session 1
I played a brief session of Delve the other night. I like to use it to generate writing prompts.
If you're not familiar with the game, it's a TTRPG dungeon map game. You start with a team of five dwarves and explore a dungeon by drawing from a deck of cards. As you explore, you gather resources, discover rooms, run into monsters and other disasters. The goal is to survive. So you use the resources to build rooms like barracks to buy soldiers or cages to hold hounds or tame monsters. It can change every time you play.
To keep it fresh, I like to think of a leader in the group running the expedition, assign traits and try to think of how they'd approach the dungeon. If they're not thoughtful, the dungeon can be brutal. As is the case below. Part of it was also literally in the cards I drew.
Here's how a session went and how I use it like an outline for a WIP.
I rolled on some inspiration tables in the book Roll For Novel (I think?) to generate a setting and a way the dungeon is discovered.
The prompts were: Avatar of Fertility; lake of ice; worshippers of the avatar.
I turned those into:
"A cleric has a dream of a lost idol calling out to them from amidst a world of ice and snow. They seek meaning from a high priest who encourages them to man an expedition and search for it. They explore a nearby glacier and upon accident, discover plants growing deeper in a crevice."
This is where I start drawing cards. The cards had them discover a vast forest shielded by or from layers of ice with it's own unique flora and fauna. They spend several days there and discover an abandoned library with large stone doors.
Inside, they discover a strange glowing glyph that's warm to the touch and a storeroom with a cache of unspoiled supplies.
Bolstered by good luck, they discover a cave entrance and through a series of tunnels discover a large dormant lava chute.
Exploring further, they discover a dormant lich, which awakens and kills them all.
Now with that all in mind, I can break it all down into scenes.
Scene 1: Dream sequence
Scene 2: Conversation with the high priest.
Scene 3: Putting a team together with some character disagreements or whatever.
Scene 4: Journey to the glacier. It was dangerous. Oh yeah? How dangerous was it? It was so dangerous I'm not entirely sure sending someone back for help means they survive or at the very least, you're stressed out if someone goes back alone.
Scene 5: Accidental discovery of the dungeon. Not to be tropey, but probably due to a disagreement or dwarves suck at walking on glaciers or there is a small disaster.
Scene 6: Forest exploration and foreshadowing that all isn't right in here.
Scene 7: Discovering the library. Did you get the memo about how things are weird here?
Scene 8: Tunnels. I'm asking you again, how dangerous is this about to get?
Scene 9: Lich and everybody dies?
Now with this rough outline, I get a sense of the whole thing. Tropes come to mind and that's okay. Nine scenes isn't that much and I can already think of maybe two or three more scenes being needed. It's broken down into something kind of tangible now, so I can go on and play in the scenes as I think about them.
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Chris Argent- Kates Back
Reader is 18+ by the way
"What the hell" YN's eyes widen when she walks into the Hales loft. She drops her bag on the floor staring at the now young Derek. YN's eyes dart up to Peter
"YN we need your help"
"I can see, how.. what... who..." YN splutters not being able to find the right words
"So errm your not going to believe this, but... Kates back" YN just stares at Peter
"Your kidding right? But you killed her, I watched you kill her" the door to the loft opens and in walks Chris and Allison
"Well I'm afraid she's back and not just a hunter"
"Peter what do you mean?" YN says with gritted teeth
"Well shes now a were-Jaguar and now is making berserkers" Chris walks over to where YN is standing and stands next to her. It's hard for them both to not hold hands or be wrapped in each others arms, but no one knows they're dating
"She wanted to make Derek forget what she is and what she's done. She wanted him to trust her so she can use him to make her master her own shifts" Peter finish off
"Ok right so what do you need me to do?" YN sighs
"While we're figuring this out we need you and Allison to go and protect Scott. Also Stiles will be there" Chris smiles at YN
"Fine but you lot owe me" YN points to everyone around the room before grabbing her bag and heading to the safe house where Scott is hiding with Allison.
Once they arrived YN gets out the car with Allison and they head into the safe house where Scott and Stiles are
"Guys I'll be fine" Scott tries to reassure everyone
"Yeah yeah with Stiles' cooking we will all be dead" YN jokes making fun of her younger brother while Allison greets her boyfriend
"Hey your crap at cooking as well"
"But I'm not crap at magic so shut up so I can make food. Also I'm going to put a spell on this place while we wait for the others to figure this all out" just as YN was about to chant the protection spell the doors bust open and Kate walks in with her berserkers
"To late. Nice to see you again YN" Kate evilly smiles at YN before everything suddenly goes black.
When YN wakes up she's in some kind of cave or tunnel. Kate walks up to YN smiling
"Good your awake, can't say the same for your dear brother"
"What the fuck have you done?" YN snaps
"Oh relax he will wake up. Hopefully soon because I want to give them a show" Kate walks over to a machine that YN recognises from when Kate was shocking Derek. God this woman just can't leave him alone
"Kate please stop we can help you through this you don't need to kill anyone"
"Yes I do because I need the power"
"No you don't. If you do this others will come after you. You won't ever be safe"
"Shut up" Kate yells in YNs face. Instinctively YN holds her stomach a way to protect the tiny little life that's inside her. She hasn't long found out she was pregnant with Chris' child but when she saw the 2 lines on the stick YN was ecstatic and so was Chris
"YN? Scott?" a weak voice says. YN looks across from Kate to see Stiles is waking up and so is Allison
"You wouldn't kill your own niece would you?" YN looks back at Kate who rolls her eyes and walks over to Scott kicking him awake
"Finally your all awake. Time to get this party started. Now YN I say you should go first"
"What? No no no please Kate no" YN puts up a struggle, the others move to try and help her by they are all chained down. Kate ties YN up and walks over to the electric machine
"Night night YN sweet dreams"
"KATE STOP IM PREGNANT" YN yells crying "please don't. I'm pregnant please stop don't hurt my baby"
"Oh the witch is pregnant. Now this is a fun game. Whose the daddy? Well it can't be Stiles because he's your brother, Scott's to young, Derek maybe but he's into that Braeden. Would he cheat? Hmm no I can't see it. What about Peter? he's 10 years older that you" YN doesn't say anything because the last thing she wants is for Allison to find out her father is dating her best friend
"Hmm no not Peter. You held disgust is your eye. Can't be the Sheriff because that's your father so that just leaves.... oh my. I have another niece or nephew on the way don't I? well now this is truly going to be fun" Kate puts her hand on the bar to turn the voltage on
"Nooo" YN yell and closes her eyes but instead of pain she hears a gun shot. YN opens up her eyes and sees Chris standing with a gun pointing to where Kate was standing. Chris puts the gun away and runs towards YN
"You ok?" he asks helping untie her
"Chris they know"
"Know what ?"
"Us" YN says looking into Chris' eyes
"Oh" after YN is untied they both quietly untie the others.
The silence continues until they get outside, soon learning that they were back in Mexico
"You know I'm ok with this right?" Allison suddenly says holing on to Scott's hand "you and my dad. I love you already. You've been a mother figure even if you haven't realised it and to be honest I can't wait to have a brother or sister" YN walks up to Allison and hugs her
"Thank you" next she looks at Stiles
"I guess there's worse people you could have ended up with. At least Chris doesn't want to rip my throat out"
"So how long have you been... well... erm you know doing whatever you guys are doing?" Scott awkwardly asks
"We've been dating for a year in secret" Chris answers as we get into the his car
"Of course Derek found out. Saw Chris and I kissing"
"Eww" Stiles scrunches his nose up
"I think we should get home and talk about this then. YN you should get some sleep" Chris kisses YN's forehead and pulls a blanket out from behind his seat giving it to YN to wrap up warm in.
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It's Friday, so it's time to bring back another of my old fics. This is one is the fluffiest I've ever written, imho. Cuteness overload it's guaranteed (With baby Omega and 99 together, what else can you expect, right?). I hope you enjoy it!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 713 words
Relationships: 99 & Omega
Characters: Omega, 99, Nala Se (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Toddler Omega, Fluff, Flufftober, Day 2, Prompt: Sneaking Out Together, it's fluff but with unintended underlying angst, What Did You Expect, it's about clones, Omega is a toddler, the bad batch wasn't even cloned yet
Series: Part 2 of Star Wars X-tober Extravaganza 2k21, Part 3 of Good Soldiers Follow Orders, Good Brothers Disobey Them
Summary: On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.
ON AN ADVENTURE
Omega giggles as she scurries away from Mistress Nala Se’s lab. The happiness swelling in her chest for having evaded the Kaminoan’s watchful eyes is more than she can control. Her little feet take her fast as they can through the long tunnel and toward the upper level of the city.
It’s hard for Omega to understand why Mistress Nala Se wants to keep her in the lab all the time. It makes her sad being alone. Besides, she’s curious about the other clones. She wants to make friends. She wants to explore, to know what’s beyond the lab.
At the end of the hallway, Omega finds an obstacle. The door is closed, and the panel to open it is out of her reach. She tries, anyway. Lifting herself on the tiptoes, she stretches her arm up, her fingers barely brushing the panel’s surface. Not even with a little jump, Omega can reach the buttons.
Shock replaces the bitter disappointment when the door whooshes open and a man, a clone, walks in. Her breath gets tangled in her throat and her heart does a weird thrum-thrum inside her chest. She looks up, stunned, sure that she’s about to be taken back to the lab. Her dismay at being found out so soon changes to a pleasant surprise when she recognizes him. It’s one of the few clones, not to say the only one, with which she has contact.
“Nin’ty-nine!”
He goes rigid with shock, then sweeps his gaze around until he finds her. A slow smile breaks into his lined face, his eyes warm and kind. “Vod’ika, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?"
She half-shrugs, sweeping her gaze around and avoiding 99’s eyes. “I’m not sleepy. I wanna go outside!”
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#fic back friday#on an adventure#tbb#the bad batch#the clone wars#tcw#swxt 2k21#fluff#tbb omega#99#mare writes star wars
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Thinking thoughts re: Henry, Will, plot progression from S2-S4
from S2 and S4, we can infer that the weakness to fire / preference for cold temperatures is a characteristic of the Mind Flayer
and
Will and Henry's psychic connection is independent of that, since Will gets his visions/shadow walking episodes even before his possession,
but
the Mind Flayer going into Will's body intensifies the psychic link to a possession state. Likely because Henry is also connected to the Mind Flayer.
from S3 and S4, we can infer that the high numbers of the Flayed and their negative emotions strengthened Henry enough that he gained the "cerebro"-like ability he uses in S4.
so
it can be assumed that prior to S2 and S3, Henry's only real link to the Rightside Up was Will. It might be possible that El's own psychic abilities prevents Henry from forming a permanent link to her.
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Working backwards, it's possible that...
S2 was Henry's first attempt at creating the rift via the tunnels. this failed because 1. there was only one true gate and 2. El closed it.
(edit addition: closing the gate killed the demodogs and could have also killed Will. The Mind Flayer needed to have an open connection to operate. In S3, the Russians creating the Starcourt gate provided the Mind Flayer / Henry that opening again.
(sidenote 5: could there have already been a fragment of the Mind Flayer inside Will when he was found in the library? probably not likely since Will would have been exhibiting the aversion to warmth earlier on)
S3 was Henry's attempt at strengthening his psychic powers via what remained of the Mind Flayer, to which he had a psychic link, in the Rightside Up. We can assume that at this point he still needed the Mind Flayer to create a psychic link with his victims compared to Will where there was a psychic link even without the MF. Henry ends S3 not needing the MF anymore.
(sidenote 1: may be possible that the MF has scattered into even smaller particles that the Rightside Up Hawkins air has these suspended in it. hard to verify. possible that the MF in Kamchatka was the same remains in S3.)
(sidenote 2: Possible that the MF is functionally immortal and cannot be truly killed. Possible that this extends to Henry if he has consumed a fraction of the MF also. Possible that to fully kill him, the MF has to be "exorcised" out of him.)
S4 was Henry using what he gained from seasons 2 and 3. He used his psychic powers to 1. manipulate his victims in the Rightside Up through the visions, 2. use these victims as sacrifices to open gates, and 3. use the gates to create the rift.
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S2 left Will the ability to sense Henry weakly. Before the Mind Flayer scene in S2, it can be assumed that their connection was only one-way. Henry could sense/see through Will but Will only got the visions via shadow walking. It's possible that each shadow walk vision was meant to send Will a message somehow, leading up to the Mind Flayer possession.
Due to the nature of the moments Will senses the Mind Flayer / Henry in S3, it may be possible that Will can only do it in moments of heightened emotion (either his or Henry's)
Will in S2 could be seen to shadow walk in the UD Hawkins while remaining in the Rightside Up. This only happens until the Mind Flayer goes into him and instead of shadow walking, Will gets now-memories instead. It may be possible that the moments of shadow walking Will does prior to this were only visions i.e. illusions from Henry, until the connection was strong enough that Will could shadow walk into the UD for real so that he could be possessed by the Mind Flayer.
Working backwards again, when Will vanished into the Upside Down, it's likely Henry already had a one-way connection to him. This could be what enabled Will to contact his mother through the phone -- something El could also do with the walkie-talkie -- and through the lights in a much stronger way than what the older teens could manage in S4. And when Will was found in the UD library, it could be possible that Henry was strengthening their link even further through the tube/vine that is also connected to him (as all seem to be, like a spider web's thread).
(sidenote 3: the demodog youngling that Will vomits at the end of S1 could also have been deposited via this tube. We see in S2 that D'artagnan was still very small when Dustin found them. It may be possible that demodogs have a long infant/adolescent phase vs. short young adult phase. Possible that Henry knew Will could be more useful alive because then he would have a link to the Rightside Up again.)
Will and Henry's connection is likely what enables Will to display any sort of psychic ability and it's also likely that Henry is cultivating this connection and power deliberately. S4 ends with Will being able to sense Henry's physical and possibly even emotional/mental status. This can be seen as a level up from Will's ability in S3 where he could only weakly sense the Mind Flayer's presence but not infer anything else. It may be possible that this is due to the rift weakening the barriers of the UD and RU, and therefore the barriers to Will and Henry's link also.
(sidenote 4: Will saving Hopper through his now-memories is likely to have been a possible ploy by Henry to lull Will and co. into a false sense of security and lead them into the trap in the tunnels later on)
Question 1: what would Henry need Will for in S5? Could he be attempting to create his own protégé like he initially tried with El?
Question 2: would Will be in danger of the Mind Flayer again? if it is possible that the MF is what granted Henry the ability to be functionally immortal, e.g. not needing food or water to survive. Henry desiring Will as an ally might mean he would also need Will to be immortal like he is.
#strangely blogging#bizarre love triangle redux#will byers#stranger things season 4#stranger things theory#byler
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I dreamed of a grand old movie musical starring Funny Girl-era Barbra Streisand and BBC Pride & Prejudice-era Colin Firth (and no, the time period and ages of the actors don’t make any sense, it’s dream logic). Act 1 was set in an indeterminate time in the past, possibly the turn of the 20th century. Barbra’s character was a show girl and Colin Firth’s character was her husband, an architect building a colossal statue reminiscent of the Statue of Liberty. He had a rival in architecture who also was in unrequited love with Barbra, and Act 1 culminated in a dramatic fight inside the statue that ended with the statue burning to the ground and Barbra as the only survivor.
Act 2 started with a several-decade time skip. We see a woman all in shadows walking through a tunnel toward the camera. An orchestral version of Barbra’s Act 1 theme plays, and we understand the woman is her character. Then she steps out of the shadows, and it’s Angela Lansbury.
(At this point Dream I “paused” the “movie” to comment that in the original Broadway run Barbra had played the character in both Acts but with a wig and exaggerated old lady makeup in Act 2, but that the movie director wanted realism and to maximize the number of stars so he casted Angela for Act 2. I also noted that the Broadway audience would have recognized Barbra in old lady makeup so minimal explanation would have been needed for them to understand this was an older version of her character, but that they probably should have done a better job of explaining this in the movie.)
Angela steps out of the tunnel and the camera turns around 180 degrees and you see that she is looking at the building that served as the pedestal to the colossal statue. Then the camera pans up and you see that there is no statue atop the pedestal, and it’s a shocking moment, even though we just saw it burn down.
A voice asks “You’re saying there used to be a statue on top of that building?” Angela turns and explains to a group of young women, “Oh yes, and it was marvelous. My husband built it.” The ladies say thank you but you can also tell that they think she’s a bit senile and don’t believe she was married to the architect.
Another voice says “The tour of the grounds of the former statue starts now!” Angela excitedly steps forward, saying “I’d love to tour it!” But the tour guide rudely tells her she’s skipping the line, and if she wants a tour she needs to buy a ticket and get at the back of the (long) line. Angela wanders off, singing about how much things have changed since Act 1.
As Angela wanders through the park, we hear people excitedly say that Colin Firth, the famous actor, is coming. That’s right, Colin Firth plays himself in Act 2. As genre-savvy viewers we understand that since he also played the love interest in Act 1, he will inevitably have a May-December romance with Angela Lansbury’s character in Act 2. Alas, Angela wanders off to the right just as Colin enters from the left, so they don’t meet each other… yet.
Angela goes to the casino where she used to be the headliner, but nobody recognizes her except for a kindly restaurant owner who serves her lunch on the house.
And then, drat my luck! I woke up. Now I really want to see how Colin Firth and Angela Lansbury fall in love!
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(A fic originally intended to get the Within Us out-)
[Kokichi's POV]
There are two impostors among us...
Another Saturday, another chance to play Among Us in the Neo World. My eyes scanning through everyone's positions on the map, I sighed. Between the vertigo on the airship, all the tasks I had to do, and the looming threat of the impostors, my mind was too crowded on these days to think about much else. Still, I was determined to catch whoever was causing trouble this time. With Shuichi and Rantaro already gone, I couldn't hesitate.
Where could I get the most alone time to think about this... Dammit, Electrical!? Nobody goes into Electrical without a task to prompt them, and for good reason! You can easily get cornered and killed, and it's a fucking maze on this map! I nearly threw my handbook onto the floor in frustration, but I restrained myself and instead checked my task list to try and compose myself. Turned out I had a task in Electrical, so... ugh, let's just get this over with.
I stepped into one of the several isolated rooms, anxiety growing with every step I took. That certainly didn't help the vertigo... I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I approached the panel. I just had to divert the power. Shouldn't be too hard, right...?
As I was trying to find the right switch, I felt a strong grip on my wrist, and I tensed up all over again. The loud electric crackle of a sabotage filled my ears, and the next thing I knew, both the lights and my tracking bracelet were completely fritzed out. And then, as if the vertigo I was feeling wasn't bad enough, I felt myself slowly shrinking down to size. This was bad, this was bad! As soon as everything started happening, I knew an impostor had come to get me. 2 inches tall, I was so vulnerable I could've passed out from the overwhelming anxiety.
I was lifted by my scarf to be eye-level with the impostor. It was way too dark to see their face through their visor, but the cyan color of their suit gave them away as none other than Kiibo. Taking off his helmet to reveal his face, he let out a sigh as he lifted me above his head. He opened his maw to reveal razor-sharp canines and a glowing forked tongue. I barely had time to register anything before I was dropped in and pinned to the inside of his cheek.
"Shh... It's alright... I won't hurt you..." he muttered through his limited speech. What was he saying...? He comes for me as an impostor and dares to say he won't hurt me? None of it made sense... Just when I thought I was free, I felt myself slipping back into some tunnel. I gasped, scrabbling for something to grab onto, but no luck. I felt my legs being tugged at, and near-immediately, a thick gulp sent me down.
[Kiibo's POV]
I sighed in exasperation. I always hated Electrical on the Airship, that maze of a room, but getting my second catch of the game certainly didn't hurt. I had to admit, Kokichi did feel nice, squirming on the way down. Really, I didn't want to employ that function in the game, but with the potential guilt surrounding actually killing anyone, I just had to.
I placed a hand on my midsection as I felt Kokichi enter. He was screaming something that I couldn't quite make out, and he was DEFINITELY mad at me. I put my helmet back on so I wouldn't appear suspicious and started to head out.
Soon, I saw Tsumugi crawl out from a vent in the kitchen, staring me dead in the eye. "Second kill," she whispered. "You get anything done?" I nodded and traced a finger down my neck to silently communicate that I'd scored my second catch. She nodded back excitedly. "So, who did you... You know?"
"Kokichi. I cornered him in Electrical."
"Wow, good job!" she said, giving me a thumbs up. Suddenly, the emergency meeting alarm sounded. We both sighed, softly, and she grabbed me by the wrist (don't ask me why) as we walked to the meeting room.
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I watched as the others argued over the impostors' identities, having all but tuned it out by now. They were just getting nowhere with this, and while that was good for me and Tsumugi, it was annoying and boring. I felt a rising sense of dread, but I tried to ignore it, hoping someone incorrect would be voted off.
Suddenly, static filled our handbook screens, and that static was quickly replaced by Shuichi's face. At that moment, it was like my body froze over. Shuichi's handbook managed to get back on. And he was video-calling us all from inside of my stomach. Oh no.
"Is it working? Is everyone hearing me okay?"
"Gimme that! I need to have a word with Kiiboy!"
"No! You'll just mess things up for everyone!" Shuichi shouted at Kokichi, and the dread I was trying to ignore began to bubble up to the surface. How did this happen? I suppose a loophole in the rules might have allowed Shuichi's tracking bracelet to come back on and connect, even while he was inside of me, but it was still terrifying.
"Guys, Kiibo is an impostor," he continued. "He ate both me and Kokichi. I'm calling from inside his stomach right now..." I placed my handbook on the table, curling in on myself as I wrapped my arms around my middle. I could feel everyone staring at me with a disapproving glare.
Votes were cast. I was out.
[3rd person POV]
"Alright, Kiibo, the jig's up. Let those two out!"
"No, screw you!" Kiibo hissed at Kaito, who had just locked him in the Brig. "I broke the tracking bracelets before I swallowed those two. They are out of this round, and if you disagree, you can rip it out of my cold, metallic hands!" Kaito simply walked away, unable to argue, and Kiibo sat down.
He pulled out his handbook and sighed. "So how did your tracking bracelet even come back on after I ate you?" he asked Shuichi, placing a hand on his stomach. He felt a little mad, since the tracking bracelet coming back on when it wasn't supposed to was what allowed him to get ratted out as an impostor.
"Well, I think it's because since we aren't technically dead in here, my tracking bracelet came on after some time," Shuichi said, holding up his hand to show said tracking bracelet. That was reasonable; if a tracking bracelet's owner wasn't killed within two minutes of it being broken, it would come back online again. Kiibo knew it all along, but the loophole was still frustrating.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his belly, making him curl in on himself. "Kokichi! Stop that!" he heard Shuichi shout, sounding really angry. Ah. As expected. Kokichi tended to do that whenever Kiibo ate him. That boy just hated getting eaten, and wanted out as soon as possible.
"Sorry, Kokichi, but you'll just have to deal with being in my stomach for now," Kiibo sighed, leaning back. "It might be a while before the game is done..." Kokichi huffed, and he felt another kick to the stomach walls. These were going to be some long minutes...
After that game, a new rule was instated that if someone was eaten by an impostor instead of killed off proper, they weren't allowed to use their handbook for the rest of that game.
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and therefore is winged cupid flying blind - ch. 10
✨💘final chapter💘✨
Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick
Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw
Rating: E
Chapter Count: 10/10
read ch. 1 one / 2 two / 3 three / 4 four / 5 five / 6 six
7 seven / 8 eight / 9 nine
Chapter summary:
What’s the same: the jukebox, the jokes, the thousand little competitions happening at once—darts, pool, Fanboy trying to carry over the most beer bottles while Penny winces from behind the bar. What’s different: the atmosphere that’s there when the laughter dies down, when one song ends and the next hasn’t been punched in yet, when Mav walks in wearing his dress whites.
days 10 & 11
The days after Admiral Kazansky’s funeral are long ones, strenuous but gratifying, everyone relieved to get back in the air and hungry for improvement so close to the mission. They’re just four days out, then three. In three days, six of them—the best six, slots still hotly contested—will fly this course. It’ll be fast and it’ll be real and mistakes won’t mean Mav going after them to make sure they wake from their G-force blackout or visiting their hospital beds with a better-luck-next-time smile.
Even when Mav’s summoned to Vice Admiral Simpson’s office in the late afternoon on their second straight day of all-flight instruction, they keep going up. Halo determines pairings and Payback barks them out. The waiting aviators start calling their unelected teammates Mom and Dad, but (almost) nobody argues. It’s easiest just to keep things moving—efficient.
While they’re on the ground, Natasha and Bob confer constantly. Who’s had the best time? Who’s flown the entire run most consistently? Who works with them instead of racing ahead and leaving them stranded while Bob’s prepping the laser? She thought it’d be obvious by now—the pilot they’d be hoping to get matched with should they be assigned to fly the mission—but it’s not. There’s no certainty in her gut, and that’s troubling.
In spite of his apology the other day, she’d prefer not to be partnered with Hangman. The memory of his cockiness on their first night at the Hard Deck sticks with her. Maybe he’s matured a little emotionally (or maybe the admiral’s funeral jarred him as much as it did the rest of them), but when Natasha looks at him strutting across the tarmac to his jet, the only person who gave Halo and Payback any pushback on their temporary leadership, she gets the sense that he continues to view this undertaking not as a four-plane squadron but as one leader and three followers. During the day’s brightest moments (she and Bob shave another seven seconds off their time; Coyote’s relieved voice breaks across the radio as he escapes Coffin Corner without passing out; Bradley tugs her in by the strap of her harness to kiss her before he goes up), she can almost stomach it. During the most grim and frustrating, she wouldn’t follow Jake to a drinking fountain if she were dying of thirst.
With Halo on top of the schedule, they work out when they can take breaks, staggering their mealtimes, standing around with coffees to keep themselves sharp when their turn comes up again. After Fanboy shouts through the comms about almost peeing his pants—a sudden pressure on his bladder when Payback inverts them for the canyon descent—they discontinue the practice.
Evening deepens and the airstrip’s lights punch holes in the dark. When Natasha guides them in following what will be their last run of the night, Bob notes that the base looks like a cluster of fireflies. She agrees. For a minute, the box goes quiet and peaceful, and it could almost be a summer night anywhere. If this plane had power windows, she’d roll them down and stick her arm out to let her hand ride the breeze. It’d have more of the force of a wind tunnel at this speed, but Natasha unclips her mask and relaxes into the illusion until they have to come in to land.
Their team treks inside, splits off, regroups, knowing they should rest but ending up at the mess for a snack or the rec room for a round of pool. It goes around that nobody’s heard from Mav, nobody saw him at dinner. It’s not like he spends every moment of the day with them, but it’s starting to feel strange to Natasha that he isn’t around. She always valued his talent and his often rebellious, violently optimistic perspective; since the bird strike, she feels better with him nearby. More at ease. Right now, it feels like someone’s missing and she wonders whether it was anything like that for Bradley, growing up with Mav around before he shoved him away and Mav—maybe justifiably, maybe not—got tired of trying to force himself into a space in Bradley’s life that Bradley refuses to let him occupy.
When Bradley gets up the motivation to go look for Mav, the nerve to put himself in a position that might result in them having a real conversation, Natasha watches him with a careful expression on her face.
“Ok,” she says.
“I’m not worried,” Bradley hedges, though she didn’t ask, “I’m just curious why he ditched us on one of the last training days we have.”
She shrugs instead of attempting to convince her boyfriend that their instructor didn’t ditch them, he was called away. If Bradley’s phrasing isn’t suited to this situation, then it is to another one, a more painful one that she wasn’t a part of.
But Bradley finds Natasha in Bob’s quarters half an hour later, long enough for him to have searched the likeliest spots on the base, but not long enough to have had a substantial conversation with Mav; she assumes he couldn’t locate him.
She and Bob are sitting cross-legged on Bob’s bed, playing—
“Go fish?” Bradley asks, observing them from the doorway.
“I can’t play blackjack with him,” Natasha explains, rearranging her hand to put her threes together. “He counts the cards.”
Bradley laughs.
“You do?” he asks Bob.
Bob flushes slightly, plucking at his t-shirt.
“I’m just lucky. Any sixes?” he asks Natasha.
“Go fish,” she tells him. He draws a card. “Any threes?”
He sighs and flicks the one he just picked up in her direction. Natasha beams as she lays down her complete set on the bed, edges overlapping evenly.
“She’s lucky too,” Bob points out.
“That was not luck,” Natasha argues. “It was perseverance. And you’re not lucky either, Bob. You’re a fucking liar.”
Bob smiles, tipping his face down to his cards.
“Lucky or perceptive or really goddamn good at math, I’m glad it’s you up there with her,” Bradley says, clapping Bob on the shoulder.
“Stop being weird,” she requests.
“Fatherly,” Bob observes.
“Gross,” Natasha and Bradley say together.
“You ready to hit the hay?” her boyfriend asks.
She checks her hand, spreading a club and a diamond to count.
“I almost have my nines.”
“Got any nines?” Bob asks immediately and she groans.
“Never mind,” she tells Bradley, throwing down her cards in defeat. “I’m ready.”
He offers her a hand and she lets him haul her off the bed, stumbling to her feet. His fingers slip into the back of her t-shirt and flip her tag up against the nape of her neck. She bats it back down. Bradley flips it up, the edges scratchy.
“Stop it,” she orders, attempting to stomp on his foot, but he dances out of the way, keeping his eyes on her amused back-seater.
“Bob, she’s getting overtired and violent. Guess we should say goodnight. You can play with yourself for awhile, can’t you?”
Natasha coughs out a laugh.
“What the hell?”
“The cards,” Bradley says.
“Actually…” Bob begins, twisting his watch to consult the face. He looks up as Fanboy swings through the doorway, nowhere near as stealthy as Bob, but definitely punctual. “Guess I won’t have to.”
“Hey, guys,” Fanboy says with a broad smile. Unselfconscious, he throws himself onto the bed, scattering Natasha’s neat row of cards, and grabs the back of Bob’s neck to pull him into a quick kiss. Fanboy has that call sign for a reason—he’s never been shy about expressing what he’s a fan of, and the latest thing Fanboy’s a fan of is Bob.
Natasha snorts.
“We’ll see you two tomorrow.”
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day 12
Two days. The mission’s in two days and Cyclone sits them down to announce that Mav is no longer their instructor. Natasha hears her easygoing, gets-along-with-everybody back-seater bravely mutter “This is bullshit” under his breath, and she thinks he’s right. This is bullshit. But what can she do when Mav’s just a captain and she’s just a lieutenant? Definitely not tell the vice admiral that he might be called Cyclone but, in her opinion, he behaves more like a Shitstorm—blowing through the classroom door with all his bluster and condescending softening of the mission parameters to fuck up their progress and jeopardize the mission. This must have been his call. How the hell does he expect them to do this without Mav?
Natasha keeps her expression impassive, but under the table, she’s clenching her hands into fists, curling her toes inside her boots, forcing everything inward because she does not like the words coming out of Admiral Simpson’s mouth. Not a single goddamn one of them. All he’s doing by easing the course’s parameters is telling them it’s more important that they blow the target than come home alive. Step one: get in with plenty of time to check and recheck the laser’s guidance before dropping missiles at the hatch, everything nice and safe. Step two: die on the way out. Cyclone’s not fooling them. Mav didn’t set them impossible specifications for nothing.
They need a leader here, Natasha decides. Not somebody who knows the details of the mission, but somebody who understands the ins and outs of this team. Somebody who’ll gather them together after this briefing and unofficially order them to ignore the adjustments Cyclone just dictated. Keep flying like their hair’s on fire. Keep believing they’ll make it home.
She’s about to take on the role herself when Mav has to go and rip those leadership aspirations right out from under her. Natasha gets over it immediately, reinvigorated by the sight of Mav’s plane on radar, the sound of his irreverent voice over the radio as he takes the initiative to fly the course his way, effectively reassigning himself as their squadron’s instructor (she hopes). Grinning, Natasha wonders if he timed the flight to interrupt their lesson on purpose or if it’s just a happy accident that she gets to look from the screen to Cyclone’s dumbstruck face.
When she twists in her seat to see Bradley’s reaction, whatever excited words she was about to utter vanish on their way out; his eyes are fixed on the path of Mav’s plane like he can will Mav through this run, like he needs Mav to do this. It’s the raw expression of someone desperate to believe and Natasha turns back around because it seems too personal to intrude upon.
Mav hits the target. He soars free of Coffin Corner. It’s only a simulation, but his time is so fast that she’s sure he just made it home. No collisions, no dogfighting. The run is all miracle. And what will he tell his family? Natasha glances around the room, taking in rapt expressions, dynamic posture as aviators lean forward over their desks like they were urging Mav’s plane forward. They’re his family. He can tell them whatever he wants. They’ll listen.
Whether or not they’re formally dismissed is a blur. They stampede from the classroom, heading out to get ready. When Mav finds them in the hangar, his smile looks almost painfully wide.
“Hope you haven’t been havin’ too much fun without me,” he says.
Hangman strides up to him seriously, helmet gripped hard in his hand.
“Show me how to do what you just did,” he says.
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do!” Mav jokes. But he slaps Jake’s arm approvingly and tells him to hustle (hustle—again with the middle-school coach energy, Natasha thinks) to his plane.
She’s keen to get in there herself, to inhale a little of whatever rarified air their instructor’s been breathing to take a jet up without permission basically for the purpose of making his superior look like a Grade-A jackass, but Bradley hangs back from the group that swarms Mav, so she does too.
“You aren’t sorry he’s back, are you?” she asks quietly.
Bradley shakes his head.
“No. I need him. We need him. All of us.”
Natasha stares at him. Wonders if he wanted that to be him with Maverick instead of Hangman—his moment to be proud of Mav and to transparently demonstrate that he wants to do something that makes Mav proud of him too. She can picture it: Bradley would be too eager to bother holding up that wall he keeps around himself, Mav would be warmer towards him than he was with Jake, maybe putting an arm around Bradley to squeeze his shoulder as he steered him to his aircraft. She can see it all in Bradley’s face, that he could be imagining the same thing. Until he blinks, too aware of her watching him.
“Think it’s too late to change Bagman’s call sign to ‘Kiss-Ass’?” she speculates aloud to break the tension.
Bradley’s chuckle sounds equal parts amused and grateful.
“Unfortunately,” he says. “But that’s the closest I’ve ever heard him come to paying someone a compliment.”
“Me too.”
“Miracle number three.”
Natasha smirks and bumps her hip into his, making him raise an eyebrow.
“How ’bout we get up there next and you show me how fast you can fly?” she proposes.
Bradley turns towards her and his gaze drops, running over her swiftly but appreciatively.
“Think you can keep up with me?”
“Try me,” she dares, stepping closer.
“And me,” Bob pipes up. “I’ll be there too. Uh, two-seater plane.”
“No, yeah, that’s perfect,” Bradley stutters out. “Sounds great, man.”
Natasha’s laughter’s in her eyes, but it’s hard to keep it contained there when they meet Bradley’s.
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After the training, after the run that admittedly could’ve been faster if she and Bradley hadn’t been flirting as their planes ripped through the simulated canyon, after Mav’s prowess had Cyclone folding like a wet napkin and naming him Team Leader, they hit the Hard Deck.
What’s the same: the jukebox, the jokes, the thousand little competitions happening at once—darts, pool, Fanboy trying to carry over the most beer bottles while Penny winces from behind the bar. What’s different: the atmosphere that’s there when the laughter dies down, when one song ends and the next hasn’t been punched in yet, when Mav walks in wearing his dress whites.
“Stealing all the attention,” Payback grumbles as they watch their instructor make his way to the bar, drawing the eyes of the other patrons on his way.
“Oh?” Halo checks. “Was there someone else’s attention you were hoping to get tonight?”
He smiles wide and embraces her. Natasha rolls her eyes fondly.
The rest of them are in khaki, no distinguished Chosen Ones amongst them. The only person who stands out is Bradley, who’s in his khaki uniform as well instead of the traditional Bradshaw attire of jeans and Hawaiian shirt. For the rest of them, their appearance symbolizes a normal night out, but with Bradley in their midst… well, he gives them away. Depending on what happens two days from now, they might never all stand around a Navy bar together again. Bradley’s taking that seriously. He’s dressed to show the occasion some respect, even if he also entertains himself by tripping Omaha as he circles the pool table and breaking into boisterous Elton John tunes on the piano every time Hangman starts to speak (Fanboy joins in at the chorus, belting “B-B-B-Bobby and the jets!” as Bob turns bright red). Natasha watches Bradley with outward exasperation and private adoration. She’s never loved him more, or maybe it’s just the significance of the night and the booze in her bloodstream.
She wanders up behind him while he’s tinkling delicately through the start of “Tiny Dancer” and strokes his hairline—behind one ear and down across the back of his tanned neck, then up to the other ear—before placing her mouth beside his ear.
“Take me to bed,” she whispers.
Bradley stands immediately, shoving the piano bench back with a squeal. A few people protest the abrupt cut-off, but he doesn’t look at them. He only looks at her.
The bed part of the request wasn’t as imperative as the take me; Natasha has no complaints when Bradley makes for the airstrip instead of the base. She has her hand in his lap, rubbing the hard bulge of his tightly-constrained cock through his pants while he takes measured breaths from his nose.
“You’re gonna make me crash,” he says.
She trails a thoughtful finger over his zipper.
“Hmmm… a TOPGUN pilot? I think you know how to stay focused in the face of distraction.”
To further assist Bradley in understanding this—really, for the sake of his own self-confidence—Natasha gets his pants open and leans across the seat to wrap her mouth around his dick. Bradley gasps and lays a hand on the back of her head. His fingers massage through her hair.
“At least let me park.”
“Does it look like I’m stopping you?”
“Shit, Nat, don’t ask me to look.”
He obviously figures it out because the car stops and Natasha lifts her head while her hand works the shaft she’s slicked with spit. She sees that he’s parked on the access road running alongside the airstrip, nobody taking off at the moment but the stretch of tarmac all lit up in a glittering band against the evening sky. There’s a sliver of dark red-orange at the horizon about to be consumed by the warm, descending blackness and she tilts her head, tipsy enough for her brain to stall over how beautiful that is. And then Bradley’s fingers are splayed firmly on the back of her head and his open mouth’s slanted across hers and he tastes like beer and he tastes like horny weekends in nondescript apartments and he tastes like home and they’re fumbling to unbuckle their seatbelts and to take off their pants and to find the condom in the slot in the wallet in the pocket of the pants Bradley just took off. And Natasha’s in his lap. And Bradley unbuttons her shirt from the top, tugging the collar aside to kiss her neck with a completely unhurried thoroughness as she sinks down on him. And everything slows. Right. Down.
With the windows down, the sounds of the night pour in. Insects sing and the cooling engine ticks and there’s a general hum that might be the heat of the day still leaving the pavement. Natasha and Bradley pant into each other’s mouths, almost a whine as Natasha moves up and down, every inch accomplished at a painstaking pace. Bradley shoves his hips forward, sinking in his seat, and she curls over him, catching his top lip between hers. She has her knees parted as widely as the driver’s seat allows and her hips roll freely. When he decides he needs more of her, he unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way and tugs it off. His fingers skate up and down the length of her spine (beginning to grow dewy with sweat because the night’s warm and Bradley disheveled beneath her is…) before grasping the closure of her bra, and then she’s riding him completely naked—no harness, no parachute, nothing to protect her from the freefalling sensation she gets when her hooded eyes hold his.
“You still carry a pocketknife?” she asks, hips swaying as his cock glides slickly in and out of her.
“Yeah.”
One hand light on her bare waist, Bradley uses the other to pop open the center console without looking. Natasha extracts his little folding knife—You never know when you might need a knife, he’s said, and it has come in handy—and holds the worn wooden handle between her teeth. She undoes the buttons of his uniform shirt swiftly. When she takes the knife in hand and unfolds the short blade with a wicked smile, Bradley groans. She feels him throb inside her.
“Hope you packed spares, Bradshaw,” Natasha tells him. She holds the white undershirt away from his chest to pierce the tip of the knife through the cotton. Once she’s worked in the full width of the blade, she slices upward to the neckline, then collapses the pocketknife and tosses it back into the console. With two hands, she grips Bradley’s undershirt and tears all the way down to the bottom. His breathing is ragged as she runs her hand down his exposed torso.
“Better,” she says.
“God, Nat. Fuck.”
His hands caress from her thighs up to her breasts, cupping her while she rocks her hips torturously against his, returning to her hips when he feels the need to speed them up. She’s on the precipice of orgasm as he’s fucking up into her so fast that it’s almost a vibration inside her, as he’s pushing himself so hard—eyebrows scrunched together, fingers digging into her—that he could belong on that airstrip, gunning for takeoff. Natasha comes possibly just because Bradley wills it, and she does it with the crook of her elbow hooked around the back of his neck and a scream in her throat. She bobs on his lap in shuddering motions, nerves more lit-up than her F-18’s controls before the crash.
“I’ll be ok,” she gasps, when her body settles enough for her to realize Bradley’s still fucking her vigorously and maybe not allowing himself to come. “I’ll come back. You can let go.”
He blinks several times, and then the words seem to reach him.
“You have to,” he says in a tone more openly needful than she’s ever heard from him.
“I know.” Natasha touches his face.
“For me. Let me ask you for this one thing.”
“For you,” she agrees.
Bradley nods sharply and his fingers loosen on her hips. His rhythm wobbles.
She presses her mouth to his temple and tells him she loves him, over and over and over and over.
—
day 13
Flying an F-18 is like controlling her own island in the sky—clouds for waves and views for miles. Now, Natasha stands on a different island, floating on dark, glassy water. Fighter pilots are supposed to be the only naval division repelled by water; water means death. It’s not for landing on, only crashing into. Even so, she feels steady on the carrier. The air’s different, the bunks are cramped, but the disappearing proximity to the mission calms her. She’s that kind of freak. The right kind of freak for this mission.
Of course, she hasn’t been officially assigned to it yet. That’ll happen tomorrow, and it’s something to be glad for: that none of them will be kept awake tonight with the knowledge that they’re slotted to make that impossible run. They can be kept awake wondering instead. All Natasha knows for sure is that she and Bob have put in the time and effort. They’ve made consistent improvements, winning Maverick’s praise and the rest of the squadron’s admiration, especially when they came back strong after the bird strike.
Every day but the day right after it happened, Natasha’s flown, the constant pressure of her harness making her bruises slow to heal. They’re fading at last though, a disgusting yellowy-green that she and Bob have made a routine of comparing.
“Bruise inspection,” she announces, rapping her knuckles against the open door of Bob’s shared cabin.
Bob looks up from where he’s reclining on his bunk reading The Maltese Falcon.
Natasha laughs in amazement.
“You packed a book?”
“It’s my favourite,” Bob explains, sitting up. “I always read it the night before a mission. It’s sort of a ritual.”
“No, I get it,” Natasha promises.
Bob sets the book facedown with the pages open to keep his spot, then pushes up off the bunk. The space is tiny and Natasha steps back as far as she can to give him room. He passes her his glasses to hold, then grabs a fistful of his t-shirt behind his neck and pulls it over his head.
“Shoot your shot, Bob,” Payback encourages.
Natasha turns to see him and Fanboy leaning through the doorway. She snorts.
Bob blushes reflexively.
Fanboy shoves Payback aside to come in. With a crease between his eyebrows, he examines Bob’s bruises, and Bob’s blush deepens as Fanboy trails light fingers across his skin.
“You’re ok?” he asks softly.
“I’m ok,” Bob promises.
“Get a room, you two,” Payback begs.
But Natasha can’t bring herself to join in the teasing. She displays her bruises perfunctorily, giving an ironic curtsy when Payback groans at the sight of the bruise on her right shoulder blade and tells her it’s the grossest thing he’s ever seen.
The minutes with the four of them together, smiling and laughing, talking about anything but the mission, brushing arms whenever they so much as breathe in the close cabin… they don’t last long. They’ll be performing friendship differently soon, keeping each other alive out there if they’re chosen—and, based on the number of two-seater pairs in the candidate pool, at least half of the people in this room probably will be.
Because there won’t be time tomorrow, she and Payback leave Bob and Fanboy to say whatever they need to say to each other tonight. Payback goes to find Halo. Natasha goes to Bradley.
He’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, elbows on his knees, fingers interwoven, foot bouncing on the floor. His head snaps up when she steps inside and she smiles, though it won’t be enough to set him at ease.
Natasha sits down beside Bradley on the bunk. They have their own customs. Those don’t require them to speak, but in a different way from how they don’t speak before one of them’s deployed; they aren’t going to contort themselves trying to fuck on this narrow bunk. Natasha’s not going to hit her head as she moves to straddle his lap, letting him once again fish her bra out through her t-shirt’s armhole. They won’t make things awkward for his cabinmates’ inevitable return. Most importantly, Bradley won’t be gone in the morning, beyond borders, beyond the calls he never placed. She’ll see him before the sun has a chance to rise again.
So she just does this: she slips her hand into his and exhales when he holds on tight. They sit together in silence because tomorrow will be loud. Natasha doesn’t need to ask if he’s thinking about his dad and Bradley won’t be wondering whether she still feels the need to prove her worth, one of just two female aviators even considered to fly this mission. He turns to her with soft, private eyes and her heart swells the way it always has when he really looks at her. The way it maybe always will.
—
day 14
Maverick selects her and Bob to fly, Payback and Fanboy. Then, he names Bradley as his wingman. Ok. They haven’t breeched the entry window yet, but a stopwatch starts inside Natasha, time already ticking down.
She prepares to the click of that imaginary needle. Her steps across the flightdeck are even. Her pre-flight checks will be systematic and repeated to establish certainty. In between, she hurls herself into Bradley’s rhythm—slow and fast at the piano, squeezing in extra notes as his fingers trip along or losing himself in the lengthening of a phrase—because he comes over to her before she can ascend into her aircraft. His expression is controlled, except for his eyes. Without a word, he pulls her against him and kisses her like he played out the worst-case scenario last night when he couldn’t sleep. So did she.
That clock keeps ticking and they don’t have time and the only way to say she loves him in a way that they can both survive is already in her mouth, ready to be spoken when Bradley wrenches his lips away from hers like it hurts to be apart.
Natasha grabs his face to force him to look at her, though he already is.
“You be safe,” she says.
His eyes squint against the rising sun.
“You be safer.”
Their ritual, but with scorching love in Bradley’s eyes as they stare down into hers.
They’ve never done this before.
—
Natasha grabs a headset from a member of the ground crew and bolts across the deck. Her legs feel strange, like she’s running in a dream, but it’s only that she and Bob just set down—alive and accounted for, which is more than anyone can currently say about Daggers One and Two.
Jake’s in the cockpit of Dagger Spare, alert and waiting to be dispatched the instant there’s news of their missing aviators. When Natasha adjusts the microphone that curves in front of her face and speaks, it’s to him.
“Make sure he makes it home,” she orders.
Everyone on this frequency can hear her, and she doesn’t care. Maybe even here, these strangers on this carrier have heard about her and Bradley, how they’ve hesitated for years, suppressing and ignoring how strongly they felt. Let them listen to how much she loves him; she doesn’t say it in those words, but she does in the implication that she knows he’s out there somewhere, that he survived the dogfight and his plane being shot down. That’s what Bradley does: he survives. If Jake goes, he’ll find him, and when Bradley’s found, he’ll come home. And Natasha’s bruises will heal first, but Bradley’s will heal too. She’ll be with him from plum-purple beginnings to the faintest, ugliest yellowy-green.
Jake looks down from the canopy and sees her standing on the tarmac, flight suit buffeted by the wind off the ocean. He nods at her.
“I’d be a pretty shitty wingman if I didn’t,” he says. He almost smiles, adding, “In every sense of the word.”
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My fifth piece of Alan Wake 2 meta. This one is about Initiation 2.
Initiation 2: Casey
What happened in this chapter?
Alan leaves the TV studio and enters the fake New York City landscape created by the Dark Place. When he hears a payphone ringing, Alan answers it and a man speaks to him. Alan doesn’t recognize the man (Thomas Zane, but the player might not know this unless they remember Zane’s voice from the AWE DLC of Control), but he senses that he knows the guy from somewhere but can’t remember. The stranger directs him to Caldera Street Station, and Alan finds a subway card on the floor.
He travels to the station in question, but finds the doorway blocked. A broken lightbulb flickers, and Alan works out that he can use the angel lamp he found in the basement to fix the station entrance. So, he sets off to look for a light source he can take. The neon lights seem to direct Alan down an alleyway, where a bright light illuminates the end of the alley.
Alan walks towards it but gets intersected by Alex Casey. At first, he mistakes Casey for Sam Lake, because they look identical, but it soon occurs to him that this man is in fact Alex Casey, his fictional character. Alan can hear Casey’s inner detective monologue, in which Casey tries to work out if Alan is connected to a series of murders based off his books. When the light vanishes, Casey goes to investigate, refusing Alan’s plea to give him a gun. Casey gets murdered off screen, and Alan picks up the detective’s flashlight and gun.
Continuing his journey through the Dark Place, Alan charges the lamp with light and returns to the station. Inside, he finds an echo of Casey monologuing about the case, and this gives Alan an idea. He returns to the Writer’s Room and puts the idea on his plot board, allowing him to alter the scene. This changes the story, opening the way forward.
Using the plot point about the missing agent to change the story, Alan follows his blood trail through the subway. Finding a collapsed tunnel, Alan learns that the agent was killed as part of a satanic ritual. Later, he finds a train carriage blocking his way, and after seeing an echo talking about the cult burning a group of torchbearers alive, Alan rewrites the story to do just that. He crawls through the burned carriage, surrounded by charred corpses and able to hear a cacophony of horrified screams. Eventually, he reaches an abandoned station, used as the cult’s hideout, and discovers a plot element of a summoning ritual, which he can use at the collapsed tunnel.
Alan returns to the collapsed tunnel and does just that, but gets chased through the tunnels by the Dark Presence, having to hide in a break room until it leaves. When he returns to the now open tunnel, Alan continues down the path, finding the murder site—an Overlap. The naked body of the FBI agent lies on a stone plinth with his heart beside it. Alan tries to pick up the heart, but it vanishes.
He then sees faint visions of a woman—Saga Anderson—who to Alan’s amazement can hear him. However, they have communication issues, and Alan struggles to tell her about his attempts to escape the Dark Place. When she vanishes, Alan wonders if she helped him, before sensing that something has changed outside.
My Thoughts
This chapter lets us explore the Dark Place properly for the first time, and the place has such an incredible design. All the signs and graffiti have messages written on them that speak straight to Alan or possibly the player, and the neon signs point you in the direction the game wants you to go, a really nice bit of level design. This fake New York City is so fascinating, full of so many little details that make the place feel even eerier.
I love that Alan mistakes Casey for the actor called Sam Lake who he met on Door’s show, because why wouldn’t he think that a man who looks just like someone he met earlier is actually the same person? Although their voices are very different, so perhaps Alan should have worked out sooner than he’s talking to a different man. Again, I’m not over how hilarious and confusing it is that Sam Lake is a character in this game unrelated to Sam Lake, the writer of the game. It always makes me laugh.
On two occasions, it’s possible to find Tim Breaker in the Dark Place, and I love how… chill Tim seems about the whole thing. Many people would be crying or panicking about ending up here, but Tim is impressively calm, just trying to compile data on his whiteboard. He has a particular focus on Mr. Door, who always shows up in his dreams, but he doesn’t believe Alan when he mentions Door being a talk show host. Also, Tim is the one who has left stashes all over the place, which makes me wonder how he managed to do so without getting killed; is he really good at sneaking past the shadows, or is he as good with a flashlight and handgun as Alan? Everything about Tim in the Dark Place is just very interesting.
The scene where Alan travels through the burned train carriage is one of the scariest moments in the whole game for me, and the horrifying screams of people who are trapped and burning to death haunted me for a while after I finished that scene. They truly nailed the horror in that scene, and it gives me chills no matter how many times I experience it.
It’s really cool getting to see the overlap from Alan’s perspective, especially knowing what he was saying because when playing as Saga, we didn’t understand much of what Alan said. And they have the same issue but the other way around, with Alan not hearing much of Saga’s speech.
The gameplay mechanic of Alan finding ideas and using them to change the world around him is so interesting, especially because we know that the Dark Presence can do this sort of thing in the real world through a piece of art, such as Alan’s writing in the first game. It’s really inventive and seamlessly blends Alan’s writing with the way the game plays, creating a sense of immersion.
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Preposition - "Through"
Preposition “Through”
The preposition through has several meanings, and I'll provide examples for each of them:
Spatial Passage or
Movement:
Refers to moving from one side or point to another side or point, often while passing inside or within something.
Example: She walked through the forest to reach the other side.
Example: The tunnel goes through the mountain.
Duration or
Continuation:
Indicates the duration of an action or a state.
Example: They worked through the night to finish the project.
Example: I read the book through the weekend.
In the Midst or
Company of:
Suggests being surrounded by or in the presence of something or someone.
Example: He made his way through the crowd to see the performer.
Example: We walked through the bustling market.
Completion or
Conclusion:
Indicates reaching the end or completion of something.
Example: They made it through the difficult task.
Example: We need to push through this last mile of the marathon.
Cause or
Reason:
Indicates the reason or cause behind an action or situation.
Example: She succeeded through hard work and determination.
Example: They got through the tough times by supporting each other.
Means or Method:
Refers to the method or means by which something is done.
Example: He communicated through sign language.
Example: We can solve this problem through negotiation.
Instruments or
Media:
Specifies the medium or instrument used to convey information or transmit something.
Example: The news reached us through the radio.
Example: We learned about it through social media.
Penetration or
Piercing:
Describes the act of piercing or going into something.
Example: The arrow went through the target.
Example: The knife cut through the cake.
In Excess of:
Indicates exceeding a particular quantity or limit.
Example 1: The noise was through the roof.
Example 2: The temperature soared through the 100-degree mark.
Understanding or
Mastery:
Suggests having a deep understanding or mastery of a subject or skill.
Example: He's a genius when it comes to math; he sees it as if he's looking through a window.
Example: She learned to play the piano so well that she can express her emotions through music.
Transition or
Change:
Denotes a change from one state or condition to another.
Example: The caterpillar transforms into a butterfly through metamorphosis.
Example: We can achieve growth through innovation.
Remember that the specific meaning of through in a sentence depends on the context, so it's important to consider the overall context to understand which meaning is being used.
Preposition – “Through”
Prepositions “Since” and “From”
Preposition – “Since”
Prepositions – “Round” and Around”
Preposition – “Over”
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