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a-b-riddle · 1 month

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Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #angst with a happy ending #angst #grovel #jealousy

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yonemurishiroku · 8 months

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Yeah I was having too much free time and the realization has descended upon me about how much unbelievable sense it makes if Luke were to replace Nico in HOO.

Knowing about Camp Jupiter? - Yeah Idk ab you but like. Alabaster Torrington, former Lieutenant of the Titan Army, is literally out there wielding an Imperial Gold sword. Also Saturn's throne was attacked by the legionnaire. Surely there are many pieces missing but I mean the picture is there.

But how come Luke can become the Ambassador like Nico did? - You guys call Luke a manipulator all the time. He has the tongue he has the skills he has the charm. He'd be fineeeee

Also I reckon Luke vs Octavian might bring a fun dynamic to the stage idk. Former villain vs New Villain. Both with a diplomatic tongue and blonde hair and blue eyes--- Percy's gonna have an aneurysm.

Treading the Tartarus looking for the Doors of Death? - Luke's basically a (godly) federal criminal. He could have been banished to Tartarus. And who knows maybe he could have found his old shoes floating across the hell site that somehow helped him survive for all that time---

Nemesis helped Nico? Well, Nemesis is Ethan's mother and Ethan once sided with Luke back in the day, I wonder how she'd have reacted----

"The Twins wouldn't want Luke" - Well well welll. What if they did intend to take Nico but Luke somehow switched their places/ replaced him bc he refused to let the kid be a prisoner? What then?

Percy making Nico promise to lead them to the House of Hades? - Double angst bc now it's Luke - who led many demigods astray once. Would Percy have the heart to trust him? Would a promise be enough against all those times they had stood on two sides of the war?

Leading the way to the House of Hades? - Think about it. Luke's basically dead. He's a ghost. His father is also the god of traveling. Surely he can have some kind of instincts that guide him through the halls of the dead.

Transporting the Athena Parthenos? - Again. Son of Hermes, god of travel. Look me in the eye and tell me there's no plausible way Luke Castellan could have some sort of teleportation spell that magically blips them a thousand miles away.

And the best thing in all of this, is that Luke actually has the personal motive to fight Gaea.

For Nico, it's more like kindness, the "If I don't do this, those I love will die" - which is sweet, alright, but also quite universal. Luke has more than that. Luke has actually a personal reason which is he has committed the same mistake once. He brought Kronos upon them and only managed to kill him by killing himself. He sacrificed so much for the demigods' sake and now Octavian wants to raise Gaea to doom all of them? He was the one who allied himself with the monsters only to receive the bitter ending, and now Octavian intends to repeat the same mistake?

Try telling me Luke wouldn't want to rip the guy to shreds and blast Geae into pieces. I dare you.

Also obviously the hype of getting a friend-turned-foe turn ally again. How would Percy and Annabeth react? How's Thalia gonna react when Luke comes across the Amazons + Hunters when on his way transporting the Pathernos? Dammit I'd eat that shit up as if I've been starving since the day I was born.

#The only missing part is the Cupid debacle lmao idk about that tho #i dont think luke struggles with his sexuality the guy is probably as confident ab his homosexuality (if there is) as a lighthouse #so i'd give rick that #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson #luke castellan #nico and luke #house of hades

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justfangirlstuffs · 1 month

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For Your Thoughts

Weighty thoughts continue to plague you. While out on a walk, you get another visitor who has plenty on his mind to share. (Takes place after So Much More.)

You x Sea Slug Sun wordcount: 3030

Sea Slug AU belongs to @scarredlove

Hello, mortification, you're old friend. A friend you were currently shaking hands with as you sat on your bed, Moon hovering over you, with Sun standing there holding your spray bottle as he observed the pair of you with his gleaming, opalescent eyes. You normally kept it on hand to cool yourself off if need be, but Sun had decided to use it to squirt his brother like he were a misbehaving cat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Moonie,” Sun said, setting the bottom back on your desk. “You just seemed so distracted I wasn't sure how else to get your attention."

Moon's sharp teeth were bared in annoyance. Whatever moment Moon had been trying to build was effectively ruined by his brother's appearance. His antennae twitched as he glowered at Sun with sour petulance. "Well, you've definitely got my attention now. Is that what you wanted?"

"Indeed... you didn't tell us you were going to visit our old friend." Sun's tone was sweet but the undercurrent of irritation was glaringly apparent. He subtly wiped his hands over his robes. "We were... worried."

Moon's gaze narrowed slightly. "Oh, you were worried? How sweet of you," he replied sarcastically, sounding anything but grateful. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you were worried I'd mess up something, right?"

Oh, gosh.... the tension was unbearable. You glanced between the pair of them and hurriedly spoke up. "Um... it's fine. Everything is fine.” You sat up, scooting away from Moon to put some distance between the two of you. “Moon, thank you for coming to visit. Though... it is getting late and I should probably sleep soon."

Moon glanced at you, his eyes softening as you thanked him, and you could tell he was trying his best not to act upset. "Aw, are you kicking me out?" he asked with a playful smirk, clearly hoping to lighten the mood before he left.

You gave a weak laugh, feeling the tension lighten some. "I don't wanna keep you from them," you said, giving Moon an excuse to leave so he could sort things out with Sun. You carefully pulled your hand away from his. "But... thanks again. It really meant a lot."

He stared at you as you slipped your hand away. For a second it seems that he had something to say, almost like he wanted to pull you back. But then he sighed, slowly leaning back.

"Yeah...you're welcome," he said softly, standing up from the bed.

"Sorry for the intrusion, pearl," Sun said, shooting a bright smile your way. It sounded like he was apologizing on both his and Moon's behalf. "I promise I'll find some way to make it up to you next we meet."

Before you could tell him that it wasn't as big of a bother as he made it out to be, Sun began shepherding Moon towards and out the window from whence they came. They were speaking to each other in their own language, and even though you couldn't understand the words, you could tell they were arguing. A frown was plastered on Moon's face - you could hear his voice, slightly raised but barely so. Once they were gone, you heard the window being closed and then silence. The only sound in the room was you, the sounds of you inhaling and exhaling.

You got up from your chair then walked over to the window. The window that was now closed and the window that separated you and them.

Dammit... you missed them already.

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The next day passed both agonizingly slowly and swiftly. You spent a few hours applying for jobs, but when it came to your spare time... well, you had tried to do things. You'd already done most of the chores around the house earlier that week. You thought about all the things you wanted to do, yet you could never quite motivate yourself to get started. Like being stuck in quicksand or a tar pit.

It was getting late in the day and you had decided to take a walk on the beach, just to do something. Just so you could trick your mind into believing that you had done something, accomplished something. You bullied yourself into putting on clothes and leaving the house. Once you were outside, the idea of taking a walk came easier. Like, you were already outside so may as well follow through.

Roughly ten minutes later you were walking along the shoreline. It was close to the golden hour, and most people had gone home or back to their hotels due to the evening chill. Being outside, with the smell of the salt and sand, and the breeze on your face, you felt a little calmer.

Or at least you had, until a voice spoke up from right behind you. “Greetings, pearl!”

You hadn't expected sudden company. Although perhaps you probably should have. It still scared you though. Enough to where you jumped and cursed out loud, very loudly. Whirling around, you caught sight of Sun emerging from the frothy waves, glistening with droplets of sea water. He easily shook them off like a spray of tiny diamonds.

He laughed as you scolded and cursed in the evening, his wide smile bright and infectious. "I must say, it's always such a pleasure to witness your reactions. You always look so cute, the way you jump at the most trivial things." He stepped closer to you, completely undeterred by the glower you were leveling at him.

"It's not trivial when you sneak up out of the water like that," you griped. "Give me a dang heart attack why don't you?" Despite the initial irritation of being caught off guard and jump scared, you were actually.... relieved to see him? Was relief the right word? Content? Whelmed? …Happy? You pulled out your water bottle to take a drink.

Sun smirked and chuckled softly, looking at you with bright and sparkling white eyes. His aura was relaxing and calming. "Well, it's all for the charm, right? The element of surprise. It gets you all riled up, your... heart starts beating so fast..." His grin widened as he continued in a more teasing tone. "You could say I make your heart... skip a beat."

You nearly choke, coughing as a burst of guffaws erupted from your throat. "I cannot believe you actually just said that, oh my gosh..." You continued to giggle, covering your mouth to stifle the noises. Wow... this was the second time you'd laughed this month. Like full on laughing. It felt so wild. Like tasting your favorite treat for the first time in months.

Sun beamed as he watched you giggle. You didn't know it, but oh, how he loved it when you laughed. The sunset was just as beautiful as the sound of your giggles, and to experience both at the same time was truly a treat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I say something funny?" he asked with a sly grin, leaning in a bit closer so your cheeks flushed from his nearness.

"No, no, not at all," you said, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. "So... were you and Moon able to clear the air?" The last time you had seen them, Sun had seemed really upset by the fact that Moon apparently had snuck out to see you without letting his brothers know.

Sun chuckled under breath but didn't respond immediately as he gazed out towards the sea, looking thoughtful. "It was a bit messy, but overall... yes." He finally looked back at you, his pupils disappearing as his bright eyes absorbed the fading sunlight. "Moon was forgiven. Not that I could stay mad at him... but let's not talk about that silly drama for now. I'd much rather hear about you," he said, adjusting his robes as he spoke.

While you were happy to hear that things weren't rocky between the two, when Sun suggested talking about you, well, you immediately shied away from the idea. "Oh, things are... you know.... fine."

Sun tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying your behavior as the frills surrounding his face twitched slightly. "Are they, really?" he whispered, leaning closer. "You seem quite... distant, as if something is bothering you."

"Nothing interesting has been going on with me," you insisted. "What about you? What have you and the others been up to all these years?"

"Nothing interesting?" Sun repeated, his gaze attentive, studying yours. "Don't lie, I know when you're lying. What's wrong?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

You sighed heavily. The real answer was: a lot. Too much. But maybe you could just start small. "I haven't been sleeping very well," you confessed. "I'm exhausted, like all the time."

"You look it." Sun nodded, looking at your face, at your tired, sleepless expression, and the dark circles under your eyes. "What's been keeping you up? Bad dreams, perhaps?"

You shook your head. "Insomnia, it's a disorder that makes it hard to sleep. I've been dealing with it for a while now." It was a side effect of the medicine that you were on but he didn't need to know that for right now.

"Insomnia..." he murmured, nodding slowly. “That sounds difficult. You do seem to have a mind that constantly thinks things. Overthinks." His rays twitched and his next words sounded almost sad. "Can't sleep when your head is filled with thoughts."

You gave a weak laugh, dragging your nails through your hair. “Ain't that the truth? Most nights my head feels like... like a tide pool, where the sediment is getting constantly stirred up. The water is always cloudy, nothing was clear. Just a murky mess.”

"There, my friend. Exactly. You said it yourself. Your head is too crowded, too noisy. Mind's a mess, right? Can't sleep when your head's a messy mess." His hands smoothed over the ruffles of his robes. "What usually goes inside it? Do you think a lot about something or nothing at all?"

"Hey, how about we talk about you for a bit?" you suggested, fidgeting back and forth restlessly. You appreciated that Sun was trying to understand but you just weren't in a good head space to discuss it right now.

"Me? Really? You want to know about me?" He looked genuinely surprised at your question before his voice turned teasing again right away. "You really want to know what I think all day?"A tiny, coy smile played around his lips.

You managed a smile in return. "Sure, that'd be a great place to start. Penny for your thoughts. Or maybe a seashell since I don't have a penny right now. But I'm pretty sure I could find a seashell if you give me a few minutes."

Sun chuckled, his bright eyes shining with amusement. "I'll wait as long as necessary for the sea shell."

You smiled, finding some solace in the fact that you'd managed to make him smile. You dug your heels into the damp sand as you rocked back and forth. “I'll find you a really good one, promise.”

His body shifted towards you as he hummed thoughtfully. "Well then, what do you want to know? My thoughts? My fears?” As he spoke his hand slowly, almost cautiously came into contact with yours. It was such a delicate touch, just a light brushing of his knuckles against yours. Yet it sent a tremble through you. A weird, delightful tremble. He looked like he wanted to hold your hand, but something was stopping him. “My desires?"

"What are you thinking about right now?" you asked curiously.

Sun smirked, his eyes locking on yours again, watching you and your movements. "Right now?" he asked, pondering the question. His eyes were almost hypnotizing in the evening light. "I'm... thinking about you. Your company. The way you move, how your hair sways with the wind. How light the sand is around your feet, how the sun looks in your eyes." He sighed, a long and wistful sigh. "I'm just thinking about you, thinking about us, about right now."

You were admittedly taken off guard by that. Like... wow. Were those... were those butterflies in your stomach? You weren't even sure how to respond. You were too busy preoccupied with how hot your face felt against the cool evening air. "Ah.... that is quite a thought. Worth two sea shells at least." Oh my gaud, why am I like this? You thought.

Sun giggled, feeling positively delighted. He was unsure if his teasing was going a bit too far, but he couldn't resist seeing your reaction. Your cheeks were so pink now, like two fresh roses planted on your cheeks. Seeing such an adorable sight made him positively giddy. The way you played with the air, trying to look casual and relaxed, he had to suppress another laugh, his eyes sparkling brighter and brighter.

"I would have to buy a full beach to pay for the seashells I owe you for how precious you look right now."

You spluttered a few incoherent noises before turning fully away from him so he didn't have to see the red splotch that was your face right then. "You can't just say things like that unprovoked. Are you trying to end my life?"

"But you're adorable when you're blushing like this. Did you look in the mirror recently? Your beauty is enough to kill a man." His voice was soft, his gaze was warm and playful, his expression was amused, but he was genuine in his compliments. "Let me see your face again, pretty pearl. Please."

"Stop it," you said softly, covering your burning face with your hands. "If you're just fooling around, please stop." Because there was just no way he could truly feel that way. Not when you felt like such hot garbage.

Sun paused, he looked at you and realized that you were serious. Your blushing expression, your face that was heating up, and your attempt at hiding it; he could tell that you felt insecure and thought less of yourself, and he decided that he can't just let it be. Not when he genuinely saw you as an extraordinarily charming and beautiful person.

"I'm not fooling around," he spoke, his bright eyes locking on yours as he reached forward with trembling fingers. Carefully but firmly, he removed your hands from your face, keeping them trapped between his own as he stared at you seriously.

"Y... you're just saying all this because we were friends all those years ago. But I'm not that person anymore." Gods, how you wished you could be. Things felt so much easier than they did now. You had missed Sun and his brothers dearly and desperately. But that didn't change the fact that they didn't know you anymore and you certainly didn't know them as they were now.

Sun's expression softened for a second keeping a light but firm grip on your hands. "That's the thing. I can see that you've changed, I can see that you don't see yourself as beautifully as I do. But you're still the same person. Yes, time changes everyone, it's inevitable, but that doesn't mean that your core is different. So I know you might not see how lovely that core of yours is. But I can see it clearly, and you better bet that I'll keep reminding you."

Don't cry, don't cry, just.... just take the damn compliment. You take a very, very deep breath, until you thought your lungs might pop, and then exhaled slowly. "I missed you all, a lot. I thought about you so much..." You had never stopped blaming yourself for them getting lost and separated from you.

"I missed you too," Sun spoke softly, as your breathing slowed down, he finally felt like he was getting through your shell. Your fear. Now was the time to push a little, but not be too overbearing. He squeezed your hands with his, but he didn't move any closer. He wanted to make you comfortable with being this close, to feel safe by his side.

"Did you miss us all equally?" he asked suddenly, curiously, as he kept waiting for your answer, your breath. His eyes were sparkling with curiosity again.

You gave a snort and looked up at him. "Sun, really? I never played favorites with you back then, I'm not gonna start now."

"Oh, really?" he snickered, his grip tightening only slightly but enough for you to notice. "You never showed any extra fondness for any of us? Or maybe... extra fondness for one of us?"

You rolled your eyes, slipping your hands away from his, but you couldn't help but smile fondly as the memories started trickling in like a clear water spring. "Still the little attention whore I see. Except not so little anymore."

"Ohhh... You've noticed how tall and handsome I've gotten?" He straightened up to his fullest height, the red spots on his chest gleaming in the waning light, his grin widening. "Now I'm a big attention whore. Positively huge, even!”

You laughed so hard you were clutching your sides. At least he was self aware.

Sun chuckled along with you, enjoying the moment, the two of you laughing together. He was so happy to hear the sound of your mirth, that you seemed to become more relaxed than before, and the way your dimples flashed when you laughed. It all served to make this moment even more beautiful.

"Gods, I'm so glad I've found you again." His voice was soft, the look in his eyes warm and gentle, he paused before speaking again, looking away and scratching the back of his neck. "I hope you still feel the same way about me?"

Honestly, you felt so much lighter than when this conversation started. And it was true. You had missed them, and you were grateful you'd found them again. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, from out of nowhere, an octopus came flying and smacked Sun in the face, clinging to him.

After getting over your shock, a quick glance around and you spotted Moon's gleaming red eyes lurking in the shallows.

To be continued...

#fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #sun x y/n #sun x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #sea slug au #justfangirlwritings #no beta we die like pee paw willy

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sadistic-kiss · 2 months

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House of Alpha Chapter 22: Stress? What Stress?

*Omegaverse* Omega!Reader x AlphaSukuna x AlphaGetou x AlphaNanami x AlphaToji x AlphaGojo

You release a deep sigh looking back up the steps. It wouldn’t hurt to peek in on Nanami. He truly deals with a lot of stress and as prime omega, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t lose his mind and go insane. While he was doing all the work, Gojo and Getou got to slack off and reap the benefits. The benefit is you. You were their luxury. You were their stress relief. The thing they crave.

Fucking dammit.

You should feel flattered, right?

You grab your dress as you walk up the steps, no longer following Getou’s scent. You will just check on Nanami… make sure he’s okay and not about to jump out the window or strangle the other alphas.

Soon you find yourself in front of Nanami’s door. An alpha’s den is just as important to them as an omega nest was to you. It wasn’t just a room. It was more than that. A safe space.

You raised your hand to knock gently on the door.

It didn’t take long for the alpha to answer. “Raven?” He raised a brow, looking behind you as if you couldn’t possibly come to visit him on your own accord. “What are you doing here?” He questioned finally resting his gaze upon you.

“I… just wanted to check on you.“

The blonde offered you a light smile, “I’m quite fine, thank you for being concerned.”

You tried to not look at his open chest, his white blouse slightly unbuttoned. He was in the process of changing clothes perhaps. Then you noticed something red on his skin.

“What’s that?” You questioned already in motion to move his shirt.

“Oh-“ Nanami began but halted as you shifted the fabric out of the way to reveal the deep bruise on his shoulder.

“Nanami what happened?” You questioned in shock.

The blonde chuckled lightly, “I am much too embarrassed to tell you, but I can reassure you I’m fine.” He touched your hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

You quickly shook your head, “Let me heal it for-“

You went to step into his room but Nanami growled at you making you squeak away.

“I-“

“Raven you should know better than to enter an alpha’s den without his consent.” Even though he growled at you, you could tell he was trying to be nice about it.

You immediately felt like shit, what were you thinking? That sort of thing was a well-known fact, how stupid of you! You dropped your head to show how sorry you were, “I’m so sorry Nanami.”

The blonde sighed deeply grabbing your chin, he lifted your head so you could meet his soft gaze, “Raven… I’m not upset with you. I know you meant well, but promise me you won’t do that again. Some alphas aren’t as forgiving.”

“I promise.” You told him firmly. You wanted him to know you wouldn’t allow such a thing to slip your mind.

“Good.” He nodded his head and then stepped back, “You may enter my room, Raven.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #fanfiction #jujutsukaisen #sukuna #getou #gojo #readerxvarious #smutwarning #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #reader x gojo #getou x you #omegaverse #reverseharem

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spuukinightmares · 1 year

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Mondo Owada Headcanons

Because I need more of these . I need more of these so badly and if no one will give them to me I’ll DO IT MYSELF DAMMIT!

These are all romantic btw . sooo it’s x reader . If that’s not what u want thennnn sorrayyy !!

I feel like I’m gonna end up regretting this later and cringing at myself … but oh well !

Let’s just get this over with so I can gaslight myself into believing that I never wrote this nuh uh no way

Just in case you’re unaware, Mondo falls into the “tough guy delinquent who’s actually a big softie” trope of character.

Which basically means, though he acts all tough and looks all scary in front of everyone else, with his S/O? It’s almost a complete 180.

Whenever you’re alone together, he’s a huge teddy bear.

At the beginning of the relationship, it may take a while for him to actually be comfortable with cuddling and stuff like that.

He may not look it, but he’s actually kinda shy!

He doesn’t wanna mess things up, he doesn’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Plus, his whole life he’s had to keep together his strong, tough guy image in front of everyone.

He’s never really had anyone that he could just be vulnerable with until you. It was a big change.

Once he comes out of his shell though? HUGE cuddler.

He loves to hold you in his arms, to hold your hand, kiss you…

I think that physical touch would be one of his main love languages.

But he still values his image, so when you’re in public together, he isn’t gonna be super affectionate with you.

That’s not to say he won’t be affectionate at all, though!

It’s kind of silly how he does pda, he’s too embarrassed to hold your hand but he’ll still wrap his arm around you when you walk together.

Probably because it still makes him feel strong in a sense that it feels like he’s protecting you.

As well as signalling to other people that they need to back off.

He can get jealous quite easily. There’s a part of him that believes that he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

That maybe you’d be better off dating someone else.

It makes him feel afraid. Afraid that he’s going to lose you.

I think once you can convince him that you wouldn’t do something like that, and that you don’t want anyone other than him,

He’ll start to hold your hand. :]

Here’s an uncommon headcanon for you:

I’m so sorry, but he would not let you wear the jacket.

Cute as the idea may be, I imagine that his coat is quite sacred to him, sort of like his hair.

So unless you’re a part of the Crazy Diamonds, he’s not gonna let you wear it.

On the topic of his hair though, he almost always has it in his signature pompadour.

And no, he won’t let you touch the pompadour either.

You’ve asked him before if he’s ever let his hair be unstyled, and if he’d ever show you what that would look like.

Immediate answer is “hell no.”

With a bit of convincing, he says that maybe he’ll show you one day, but only if you don’t acknowledge it when it happens.

You agree, of course, but MAN is that a difficult promise to keep.

Because when it actually happens you wanna say something so badly because he looks ??? So gorgeous ?????

But you keep quiet.

Eventually he’ll end up letting you play with it at some point, but only when it’s down.

He finds it very soothing when you run your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

It’s so soothing in fact, that it causes him to fall asleep. Everytime.

Very adorable, just make sure to use this power wisely.

Surprisingly, he’s a quiet sleeper. Though he does drool.

If you sleep in the same bed, he’ll always be cuddling with you in some way.

Whether it be just having an arm around you, or hugging you close to him.

He is VERY warm. Great for when it’s cold, but pretty annoying during the summer.

So maybe try not to be under the covers with him in hot weather.

Good luck getting out of bed in the morning btw because he is NOT letting you go.

He’s usually out with his gang at night so he has a habit of going to bed late and not getting up until like . 12pm or something.

Which kinda works out if your sleep schedule is just as bad as his (coughs me coughs).

You help patch him up after fights !!

He gets into a lot of them, and sometimes he doesn’t even notice where he got hurt.

He’s a bit careless when it comes to that sort of thing, so you’re always the one thoroughly checking him over and bandaging him.

It would be oh so cute if you kissed some of his wounds before putting on bandages.

He begins to sort of look forward to you patching him up, so much so that he even allows himself to be hit a few times just so that you can.

He’d NEVER admit to this though. Never.

This isn’t to say that he wouldn’t try to avoid getting seriously injured, however.

He knows you care about him and he doesn’t wanna worry you, so he’s started trying extra hard to not get super roughed up.

Plus he tries to avoid fights all together when you’re with him.

Did I mention that he lets you ride behind him on his motorcycle? Because he does.

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll keep the muffler on. Or get you some earplugs.

If you’re nervous about it for the first time, he’ll promise to be careful.

Expect to be riding behind him a lot.

He’s never quite sure what to do for dates, so he usually just drives you around the city and makes a bunch of stops at places that he thinks you’d like.

He might also buy you some little trinkets if he has the money.

He’ll be especially nervous with giving gifts to you, he really wants you to like them.

Will probably end up shouting and cursing at nothing, assuming the worst if you don’t respond right away.

He’ll feel REALLY BAD if you flinch, apologizing profusely. And swearing at himself some more as he tries to quiet down.

Eventually you’ll be able to spot the signs when he’s nervous.

You’ll attempt to calm him by holding his hand or putting your hand on his arm or chest, reassuring him that it’s okay and he doesn’t have to feel so nervous.

He’s been working on his volume, for your sake.

Overall he is a very loving and gentle boyfriend, if not a little awkward.

You just need to show him a bit of patience :]

omfg this took SO LONGG and ended up BEING so long too . Oopsie . But anyways I hope that anyone who read this got some sort of enjoyment out of it because I will never be writing again goodbye forever I shall now retreat into my little hole of shame. /hj

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Chapter 33

Forever & Always

I had hoped the constant worrying would go away after we got married. After all, wasn’t that what I had been waiting for? And then we had Hailey, and a year later we had a mortgage in Copperdale, far away from everyone we knew. I was also pregnant again.

I loved my little family with an intensity that scared me, and it made my anxiety even worse.

Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and go to Hailey’s room, just to check that she was still breathing, and hadn’t been taken or hurt somehow.

I couldn’t go back to bed until I felt certain that she was fine.

In the mornings I woke up next to Samuel, wondering how much longer it would take before he was tired of me.

Or maybe he would fall in love with someone else. Or get in some sort of horrible accident or get sick and die, leaving me all alone.

I was constantly on edge.

Some days it felt like my anxiety sucked all the air from the house and even Samuel was struggling to breathe around me.

On those days, the fights got bad.

“I am not asking for much, Samuel, I just want you to spend a little time with your family sometimes! But you always put work first, like Hailey and I aren’t important! Like you don’t even care about us!”

“You’re being ridiculous, this has nothing to do with my work. This is about you and your own fucked up issues, Freya. Just like no amount of medals or trophies were ever going to make you feel good enough, there’s nothing I can do or say to convince you that I care.”

“You keep expecting me to manage all these feelings you’re having about random shit. You don’t just wear your emotions on your sleeve, you make them other people’s problem. My problem. And I can’t bring my bad mood to work, people depend on me. I’m a doctor, I have a responsibility to my patients, and -“

“I am aware that you’re a doctor, Samuel – because you never ever let me forget it! But you’re also a husband and a father and you have certain responsibilities here too!”

Yesterday had been pretty bad.

Samuel was quiet the next morning. I walked up to him as he was getting ready to leave for work.

“I’m sorry about last night. It’s just hormones. Promise you’ll come back.”

“Dammit, Freya, why are you so afraid that I’m going to leave you? Do you really think I’d give up on my wife, my daughter and my unborn child just because of a stupid argument? Do you not trust me at all?”

“You did once leave me for several years just because I wouldn’t kiss you.”

“Are you serious? That was a decade ago! We were fifteen, Freya!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just having my stupid feelings as usual. I’ll try not to bother you with them.”

“Freya, don’t. Please. Not now.”

“Listen, I promise that I will be back tonight, but right now I really need to get to the hospital. I’m already late.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Everything I did wore Samuel down, and I knew I was doing it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed him to stop me, to calm me down. I’d argue with him about things I didn’t even care about, just to have him look at me and tell me that everything was fine. To make him remind me, just once more, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Only in bed were we in perfect sync. By now it was like a precisely choreographed dance, the same every time. We’d go to bed, turn off the lights. Most nights, we would kiss and say goodnight and then turn around, falling asleep with our backs to each other.

Occasionally, maybe once or twice a month, one of us would make the kiss linger ever so slightly, and then Samuel would move his hands down my body, making sure I was ready before entering me.

On those nights, we’d fall asleep with our bodies pressed close. It was nice. And it was a break from the reality of what we had become. But as I got close to my due date, even that stopped.

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5 times gabby didn't realize kelly and matt were dating (and 1 time she did) - PART FIVE

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pairing - m. casey x k. severide

rating - teen and up (unrequited love, implied sexual content, hurt/comfort, minor violence, kidnapping, happy ending)

word count - 1,299

summary - for part five: matt's moving in! will gabby finally realize their intimacy?

a/n - very domestic sevasey with a small crotis scene included! what a chapter!!

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Matt peeked an eye open as he felt the bed lurch up. He laid there for a moment, blurrily watching Kelly waddle to the bathroom.

Forgetting about the man's injuries, he studies the muscles on his boyfriend's back until he swears, bumping into the doorframe.

"Fuck, fuck. Ow, damn." Kelly clutches his side, practically doubling over in pain.

The Captain sits up quickly, bounding off the bed and over to his partner. "Dammit, Kel." He put an arm around his shoulder, supporting Kelly on his way.

"God, sorry, babe. Next time I'll try not to be passed out on a collapsing warehouse floor." He hissed as they moved forward. "Looking for you." He added.

Matt recognized the sarcasm in his voice and fought the urge to whack him upside his head, not wanting to make the concussion worse.

Once they made it to the toilet, Kelly lowered himself slowly so as to not jostle his skull or bend his ankle.

The blonde left him there - confident he was okay - to get him a glass of water and check the time. The alarm clock on the nightstand read 3:37.

When Matt returned, Kelly looked all around like a lost and wounded puppy. He leaned against the wall, mouth slack and hand on his side. His eyebrows were scrunched together in pain.

"Alright, Kel, c'mon. Got you a couple ice packs and water." Matt crouched down to hoist his partner up off the seat.

Back on the bed, the Lieutenant angled his foot on a pillow, resting a cold pack across the ligament. He had one on his side, too; Matt was holding it there as he drifted back to sleep, cuddled up to Kelly.

Later in the morning, when Matt kissed his partner goodbye and made sure Stella was okay watching him, the blonde drove to his apartment to start packing.

Eventually, the others arrived, stuffing boxes in the back of Matt's truck as Matt talked to his landlord.

Kelly woke up to soft hands carding through his hair.

"Hey." The other spoke, sitting on the side of the bed.

The injured man shifted, raising himself on bent elbows. He groaned as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

Looking around the room, he saw lots of boxes. "Guess it's gonna be a lot more crowded in here."

"Yeah, well, I would have sorted it back at my apartment, but I talked to Len, and it turned out he's wanted me gone for a while. Already had another renter set up and everything. I promise it's not as bad as you think."

Kelly smiled, taking Matt's hand in his own. "It's fine. Are you done already? Figured you'd have some help."

"Nah, the guys are just on a lunch break, my treat." The Captain grabbed Kelly's other hand, helping him off the bed.

"You got so much money now that you're not renting an unused apartment, huh?" The brunette limped with Matt to the kitchen, sitting on a stool gingerly.

Matt snorted as he grabbed leftover homemade mac-and-cheese from the fridge, reheating it in the microwave.

Kelly took a bite from the bowl as his boyfriend set it down.

"Yeah, I'm practically Jeff Bezos over here."

Swallowing made the Lieutenant's head throb worse, and he swayed in his seat.

Matt looked up and quickly made his way to the other side of the island. "Oh! Oh, alright, Kelly, let's get you on the couch." Maneuvering him, the man slid down onto the furniture. Then, he suddenly started wheezing and coughing harshly. "Kelly, Kelly, deep breaths, come on, with me, in," Matt breathed deeply in, and Kelly followed as best he could. "Out. Again."

A few minutes later, Kelly had calmed down, and his breathing was back to normal.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that. The doctor said coughs, but not that kind of coughs."

Voice straining, Kelly whispered, "My fucking side hurts so bad." A small wheeze. Matt moved to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. The brunette tucked himself into his boyfriend's side, his eyes slipping closed.

The loft door crashed open, Cruz, Otis, Stella, Dawson, Herrmann, and Mouch jaunting through the door. They were laughing loudly, carrying foam boxes surely filled with leftovers.

Kelly put his hands up to his ears, somewhat deflecting their noise. Matt lifted his head to glare at the rowdy bunch, and they all promptly shut up.

"S-Sorry, Captain, we figured he was still asleep." Mouch started.

Casey opened his mouth to address them, "A-"

"It's fine, just please talk quieter," Severide interjected.

The group visited with each other as Kelly finished his lunch and a few glasses of water with his pills.

Otis had Cruz pushed up against the wall, a hand under his shirt, massaging his hip, as he berated the man's neck.

"Brian," he cried out quietly.

Severide cleared his throat, rubbing his lower back as a clear sign of discomfort.

"I- um. Just need-" He gestured to the bathroom door behind them. The pair moved to the side, Joe blushing profusely and Brian smirking slightly.

The tall brunette shuffled halfway into the room before he turned, wincing as his skin pulled on the bruising.

Cruz reached out two hands to steady him, asking, "Lieutenant, are you okay?"

"Peachy, how- uh, how long has this been goin' on?" Severide leaned against the doorway, wanting nothing more to sit down at that moment.

The couple glanced at each other, both telling their partner to speak first.

"Few days, I guess." Otis finally said. "After you got hurt, I just need to let Joe know how I felt in case something horrible happened."

"Congrats?" Severide squinted at them, his vision was swimming. "Can you get Matt, please? I can't see."

Cruz rushed off, a "right away" thrown over his shoulder.

-days later-

Matt poked Kelly in the hip, shocking him quickly back to the world of awake and alert. "Come on, babe. It's past your bedtime."

He groaned as he was helped off the couch, the TV before them shut off, the game presumably over.

"Did we win?" He asked.

"Yep, 3-2."

After Matt had managed to get Kelly in bed, he sat in the La-Z-Boy and read a book. A knock on the door made him look up from the novel and frown. He glanced at his watch before getting out of the chair.

"Gabby," he said after opening the door.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't want to come because it's so late, but-" She shifted the box in her hands, squeezing past Matt into the open room. "I had this stuff in my car that I forgot to bring, and I'm going out of town, so…"

"Right."

Dawson set the brown box down. Matt crossed his arms and leaned against the counter as she stood awkwardly.

"Severide asleep?"

"Yep."

Gabby stared at a hole in the floor for a few minutes before they heard footfalls coming from Kelly and Matt's room.

"Baby?" Severide called as he entered the living room. "There's no more water in… oh, hey, Dawson. What's up?"

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she halfheartedly pointed to the box on the couch. "I was bringing some stuff I left in my car after Matt's move. But, I know it's late, so I guess I should go."

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Gabby, I'll see you on Monday."

"Mmm-hmm." The door clicks behind her as she leaves.

"She seemed weird." Kelly said, adjusting his grip on the wall. Matt laughs, grabbing a couple of water bottles from the fridge and slinging an arm around his partner.

"Come on, grumpy, lets get you into bed."

Kelly tweaked his head and pouted. "I'm not grumpy."

"Sure, darling." Matt responded sarcastically.

They got into bed; Matt curled protectively around his partner.

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 18 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 18. Making Plans

Wayne was coming over to visit Eddie again after lunch and, since Wayne was not in the know and it would be unwise for Eddie to be seen anywhere in Hawkins yet, it was agreed the party would meet at the Hopper/Byers house to talk strategy. Steve had promised to fill Eddie in on everything that happened once Wayne was safely off to work.

With that sorted, Steve was not expecting the phone to ring again.

“Hello, Harrington residence,” he answered, because he had been trained well.

At first all he heard was crackling.

“St … Steve,” he finally made out.

“Mom?” he replied, because he thought it was his mother, but the line was so bad he could barely make it out.

Whatever damage the almost-end-of-the-world had done to the phones was still being repaired. Local calls were almost perfect now, but the wider world was still not really happening.

“I can’t hear you,” he said, as slowly and clearly as he could, hoping that maybe his mother could hear better than he could. “The line is no good.”

“… okay?”

“We’re all fine here,” he guessed at the question, “and the house wasn’t touched.”

“… damage …. safe … evac…”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

The hissing and crackling was getting worse.

“Ste…”

The line cut off and a dial tone replaced it.

“Dammit,” he said.

He really didn’t want his parents worrying.

“Problem?” Eddie asked, coming down the stairs from where he had been taking a shower.

“That was my mom, but the line was so bad I could barely make anything out,” he revealed. “I just hope she could hear better than I could, because if they decide to come back, it will make things way more complicated.”

“They don’t know about the Upside Down then?” Eddie said.

“No, not a thing,” he said with a shake of his head. “Might be simpler if they did, but that ship sailed years ago and it would put them in danger, so … yeah.”

“It really is part of your core personality, isn’t it?” Eddie said, wandering over and taking his hand.

“Um, what?” he asked, because he didn’t follow.

“Keeping people safe,” Eddie said, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.

He decided he really was blushing far too easily today as his face heated up.

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Owens had pulled a house out of his little black book with literally no notice, so the Hopper/Byers residence was not a cabin in the woods. It was a decent sized house for the large, blended family. Steve pulled up outside it and was impressed, since it was the first time he had been there. He gave the place a good once over as he climbed out of the car, Dustin dashed from the backseat, and Robin all but fell out of the passenger side.

“You look like a realtor surveying a property,” Robin said, coming up beside him.

“Just getting a feel for the place,” he replied. “It’s nice.”

“Do you think the government could magic me a house too?” Robin asked with a laugh. “Then you wouldn’t have to sneak in my window when we have a sleepover.”

“Not sure even Owens would think that was a valid enough reason, Robs,” he said and linked his arm through hers. “And you’ve got to admit I’ve gotten better at it.”

“You couldn’t have been worse,” she shot back. “The first time you woke my dad and I had to pretend a bird flew into my window while you hid in the closet.”

“Kind of appropriate,” he said with a snort of a laugh.

“What? Oh yeah,” she agreed, also laughing.

Dustin had already been welcomed into the house by the time they made it to the door. What Steve really was not expecting was for Joyce to come straight up to him the moment he stepped inside and hug him. For a second, he froze, before eventually returning the hug in what he hoped wasn’t as awkward a manner as it felt.

“Thank you,” Joyce said quietly when she finally drew back.

“You’re welcome,” he said automatically even as the sincerity in her eyes made him want to duck away.

“Come on through,” she said, smiling at him and Robin, “everyone is in the den.”

At least that answered the question on whether Joyce knew about Hopper. As far as Steve knew, everyone else just thought they were here to talk about visiting Max in an orderly fashion.

As they walked in, the kids were already sprawled all over the furniture and the floor, along with Jonathan, Argyle and Nancy. There was one space left on the soft-looking couch next to Nancy, so Steve headed over to the corner out of the way and let Robin take the seat. Joyce walked over to where Hopper was standing off to one side.

“Okay, okay, enough,” Hopper called out, effectively stopping the loud conversation Mike and Dustin were having about something that Steve was pretty sure had nothing to do with why they were here.

“So, we’ve spoken some more with Max’s mom,” Joyce said into the relative quiet, “and only two people are allowed to visit at a time. Doctor’s orders. Max is still very weak after being in a coma for so long.”

“Then Lucas and El should go first,” Dustin said almost instantly.

Steve’s heart warmed at the kid’s definite tone. There was no selfishness in there, just Dustin’s knowledge of his friends.

“And under normal circumstances we would agree,” Joyce said with a nod. “We know Lucas was with her all the way up until the evacuation. But we think it should be El and Steve who go to see her first.”

Most of the eyes in the room swung round to look at him while Steve did his best not to react. El fixed him with one of her particularly contemplative stares.

“You think you can help her,” El said, and it wasn’t a question.

“I know I can,” he replied.

“How, Steve?” Dustin asked. “How can you be sure?”

“Because like a good scientist I’ve already run the experiment, just like you’re always telling me,” he replied.

“My dude,” Argyle said nodding, as if impressed.

“Who?” Nancy asked, as direct as always.

“Me,” Hopper said, and Steve found himself with a little breathing room as heads swivelled to look at the older man.

“You didn’t go to see Powell last night,” Jonathan said as the penny dropped.

“No, he didn’t,” Joyce said and there was just a note of pissed off in her voice that had Steve very glad she was clearly placing all the blame on Hopper.

“What was wrong with you?” Mike asked, voice holding an edge of challenge.

“Wheeler, do not ask questions you do not want the answers to,” Hopper replied. “Just accept what Steve healed in me is in the same ballpark as Max.”

“If Steve healed you by himself, why El and Steve, not me and Steve?” Lucas asked, and Steve couldn’t blame him.

If it had been Eddie or Robin in the hospital, he would have wanted to be in there first too.

“Because no one outside our group knows about Steve and me,” Will offered the obvious answer. “I guess we’re going to pretend El is the one helping Max.”

“That is the plan,” Joyce confirmed.

“I can do that,” El said with a nod. “It is better to keep Will and Steve a secret until we are sure there is no more danger.”

“Can you heal her all at once?” Lucas asked, turning back to Steve hopefully.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “The bone breaks, yes, that’s,” he searched for the right word, “natural healing. Her sight, maybe, it depends what exactly is wrong. I can fix it, but it might take more than one time.”

“Why?” came from Erica and she seemed genuinely interested rather than just trying to be difficult.

Sometimes it was hard to tell with Erica, but Steve was pretty good at reading her these days.

“There’s a point where I need to eat to refuel,” he replied.

“Like a car?” Dustin asked.

“Kind of,” he said as he thought of it, “but more like a generator recharging a battery. I’m beginning to get why El loves Eggos.”

“They are a good boost,” El confirmed with a smile.

“I prefer chocolate,” Will added.

“What happens if you don’t stop?” Dustin asked, ever the enquiring mind.

“We are not asking that,” Robin said pointedly. “We are making sure Steve listens to the little voice in his head and doesn’t do anything stupid like pushing it too far.”

“I didn’t mean he should do it,” Dustin protested. “I was just wondering if he knew what the consequences would be. That way we could prepare just in case he needed it.”

“He is right here,” Steve butted in, “and he doesn’t know.”

“Okay, jeez,” Dustin responded. “I was just asking.”

“I think we can agree finding out would not be sensible,” Joyce concluded for them.

“How long will it take?” Nancy asked.

Steve couldn’t do anything except shrug.

“It took me three days with Eddie, but there was the Upside Down involved and I don’t really remember how long each time took,” he admitted. “With Robin and Dustin, I wasn’t even aware I was doing anything, and with Hop it took somewhere around two and a quarter hours, but it’s not quite done.”

“So, you couldn’t just go back in once you’d eaten?” Jonathan asked, clearly intrigued.

“I could have,” he replied, “but I was too tired for it to be a good idea.”

“You were dead on your feet, Steve,” Hopper added.

“I know this,” El contributed her opinion. “The power is there, but the body does not have enough energy to use it. Only extreme need or emotion can overcome it.”

It was nice to have some backup about that at least. Steve shared a look with El and gave her a smile of thanks.

“So, it’s a suck it and see situation,” Lucas concluded.

“Pretty much,” Steve agreed.

“Can you choose what to heal first?” was Lucas’ next question.

“Not yet,” he replied.

“So you should be able to?” came from Mike’s direction.

One day the kid would drop the vendetta he seemed to have, but today was not that day.

“I’m mostly running on instinct,” Steve replied, crossing his arms. “I feel like I should be able to, but I don’t know how. It’s not like this comes with an instruction manual.”

“I thought it was against the guy code to read those anyway,” Robin said, which made everyone laugh.

He sent her a grateful look.

“How do we make sure Steve has enough time to do his thing?” Erica asked in her usual perfunctory manner.

“Yeah, two hours is a long time,” Lucas agreed. “Max’s mom is bound to come back in that amount of time.”

“Dammit,” Dustin said, “that could be a problem.”

“Joyce can take her to lunch,” Nancy piped up.

“Me?” Joyce asked.

“Yes, Mom, it’ll be perfect,” Will spoke up. “The whole town knows what you went through with me, it could be one mother to another. Max’s mom has been dealing with this all by herself since the evacuation. I’m sure she’d jump at it.”

Joyce looked a little unsure.

“And Hop’s a bit too big and intimidating to be a relaxing lunch date,” Jonathan added, and even Steve managed to dredge up a laugh at that.

“Thanks, Jon,” Hopper said in his driest tone.

“Oh, I suppose, yes, that could work then,” Joyce agreed.

“What about nurses and doctors?” Lucas asked. “When I would read to Max, they’d come in and out at odd times.”

“Ooh, ooh, I know,” Robin piped up. “Prayer circle.”

Steve didn’t immediately follow.

“That is perfect in this town,” Nancy agreed.

“I do not understand,” El spoke up.

“From the way Eddie described what he saw when Steve healed Hopper,” Robin explained, waving her arms around as she explained, “it looks a bit like meditating. So keep Steve’s back to the door, because a nosebleed is gonna rouse suspicion and if anyone comes in, El can start praying out loud. With the religious nutjobs in this town, that will get anyone backing off asap.”

“I am not sure I know how to pray,” El said, looking conflicted.

“Don’t worry, Kid,” Hopper said, giving her a smile, “I’ll teach you how to sound just like one of those hypocritical asses.”

“And the rest of us can pretend to be waiting our turn,” Dustin added. “That way we can give El a heads up if anyone is coming.” Steve felt himself relaxing a little. They had a plan, now all they had to do was execute it.

End of Chapter 18

Chapter 19

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Mar'i meeting Lian and the twins?

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There’s chaos in the Harper house. Well…more chaos than normal. Roy’s 9-year-old daughter, Lian, chases her best friends, Irey and Jai West, around. Jumping over furniture and dodging pillows the way hero-raised kids can. Wally helps Roy sort snacks and food.

“Daddy!” Irey slides into the kitchen, “When’s Uncle Dickie getting here?”

“Soon, Lightning Bug.” Wally promises.

“You always say to be specific, Dad!” Jai reminds him, ducking as Lian throws a pillow at his head.

Roy whistles to get his daughter’s attention, “Yo, Baby Doll, we’re not doing headshots yet—Or crotch shots!”

“Awwww!”

Donna Troy snorts, watching the trio of kids chase each other around the room. Lian jumps over the sofa and onto her, “Aunt Donna! Do you know what the surprise is?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” The Amazon teases.

“What if it’s a giiiiiirrrrrrrllllll?!” Irey giggles, head turning as the front door opens.”

“It better not be a girl, he knows the rules—“

“Wally, when have I ever followed the rules?”

“Uncle Dickie!” Irey jumps up to hug him. Lian had taken the distraction to throw another pillow at Jai, so they’re wrestling on the ground.

“Hey, Irey.” He smiles at his niece.

“Do you have our surprise?”

“Huh?” Dick looks back, holding a hand out, “C’mon, Starshine. It’s okay.”

A little girl steps into the house, taking the hero’s hand. Dark curls fall from her ponytail, impossible green eyes flickering between the new faces. Dick pointedly ignores his friends questioning stares, instead addressing his nieces and nephew, “Hey, guys, I’ve got someone I want you to meet. This is Mar’i…my daughter.”

Shrinking back at the sight of so many new people, Mar’i looks up at Dick, “Daddy, x’sprack traqer doxen’tral—“

“That’s Tamaranean.” Roy says softly, recognizing that accent. Dick finally looks at the others. A silent question on their faces…and a pleading look in his eye that makes them wait.

Oblivious to the adults, Irey smiles brightly the new girl, “Hi, Mar’i, I’m Irey West.”

“Irri.” frowns, focusing on the new word.

“Yep! That is my brother, Jai—“

“Je-ay.”

Jai waves at her, “Nice to meet you! This is our best friend, Lian Harper.”

“Lian.” That word comes surprisingly easy. Mar’i even smiles a bit, “Mommy teka Mar’i Lian.”

“Teka?” Wally asks his best friend.

“Tamaranean for teach. Mines rusty but we’re figuring it out.” Dick runs a hand over her dark curls, “She understands English better than she speaks it.”

“That’s okay, Uncle Dickie,” Irey offers her hand to the dark haired girl, “Irri teka Mar’i.”

The smile that spreads across Mar’i’s face…God, that’s Kor’i, pure and simple. Taking the redhead’s hand, she follows her to the living area. Donna smiles fondly at her, offering a hand, “Hi, Mar’i, I’m—“

“Doh-na.”

“Mommy taught you about me too, huh?” Donna asks, smiling.

Mar’i nods, pointing at her then the men, “Doh-na. Wah-lee. R’oy. Daddy.”

“Dammit!” Lian peaks between the wall and the old piano. “Dad, my toolkit fell again!”

“Baby doll, you gotta keep it off that piano.”

Lian scowls then looks at Irey, “Can you get it, Ires?”

“Oh I see, I’m not good enough Lian—“

“Jai, stop being a butt—WOAH!”

“DAD! MAR’I HAS POWERS TOO!”

Sure enough, Mar’i had reached under the piano, lifting it straight into the air. “Zat br’aal, Lian.”

The young archer grabs her toolkit, grinning at Mar’i, “I like you.”

That earns another smile. Bouncing on his toes, Jai shouts, “You’re strong like me! What else can you do?”

“And that’s my queue.” Donna takes the piano from Mar’i, holding it above the kids’ heads, “Let’s go outside if we’re using powers.”

“Oooo, Dad, can I get my bow out?!”

“Don’t shoot your friends—Hey! No testing if Mar’i’s invincible!”

“Ughhh fine! Irey, let’s go!”

“Race you, Jai!” CRACK!

“Cheater! C’mon, Mar’i!” CRACK! Beaming, Mar’i races after them. Dick watches the glass door slide shut before he can face his friends.

Thank God for Wally West. “Dick, when we tease you about a secret kid, that’s not a challenge.”

Normally Dick would laugh, tell the speedster to fuck off. Now? He just looks on the verge of tears.

“Kor’i?” Roy asks softly.

“She, uh, she’s…” His face crumples. Body shaking in silent sobs.

“Oh, Dick.” Donna hugs Dick tight. Wally places a hand on Roy’ shoulder, offering what little comfort his friend will accept. The archer’s calloused hands turn white as he grips the countertop, head hung low.

“I’m sorry.” Dick takes a shaky breath, letting go of Donna, “Mar’i…she showed up a month ago. At the manor—scared the shit out of us. She’s been so…nervous…I-I haven’t had a chance to-to—”

“Process it?” Donna guesses. “Dick…why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“I didn’t know how.”

“Help.” Roy looks up, “That’s all you had to say. ‘Help, I’m in over my head.’ ‘Help, I need advice.’ Just fucking ‘Help.’ How many times have you helped me with Lian? Or the twins? Did you really think we’d say no?”

Dick wipes his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just…ask for help. Don’t be a dick, Dick.”

That makes them laugh…well as much as they can. The back door slides open, Mar’i poking her head in. Her eyes find her father immediately. Wiping his eyes discreetly, Dick smiles at her, “Hey, Star. What’s up?”

The little girl doesn’t answer. How can someone so young have eyes so old? Mar’i moves over to her father, wrapping her arms around his middle. Running a hand over her dark curls, Dick tries to keep his voice steady, “Everything okay?”

“Mar’i daddy.”

“I’m okay—“

“Ss-aa…” Mar’i frowns in concentration, “Ssssad. Oh-kay. Mommy teka.”

Oh yeah, Roy and Wally know that look. He’s wrapped around her fingers. Picking Mar’i up, Dick tucks a curl behind her ear, “Mommy’s right. It’s okay to be sad. That’s why we gotta find safe people to be sad with.”

Mar’i takes a second to absorb his words. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rests her head on his shoulder, “Daddy safe.”

“Mar’i safe.” He kisses her head. “You want to head back outside?”

“Yeah, before the others burn the swing set down.” Wally pats his best friend’s shoulder. “C’mon, Dickie, you can tell us all about the last month.”

“Yeah,” Donna tickles Mar’i, earning a giggle, “We need to hear all about our new niece.”

#mar'i grayson #irey west #lian harper #jai west #wally west #roy harper #dick grayson #donna troy #arsenal #wonder girl #the flash #nightwing #nightstar #dc comics #koriand'r

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drjacobkelly · 1 year

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"Magni-I'm stealing your wife!" Jacob called out from the kitchen, not really sure where the big guy was, but he heard his voice somewhere in the house. "Come on-the car's running."

JJ was on the other side of the kitchen table and narrowed her eyes as her brother started toward her. She didn't have time for this. "The hell you are, Jacob. I have things I need to do today. And I'm sure you have work and Amelia and tons of other things to-" She was cut off when Jacob darted around the left side of the big wooden table.

"You promised." He said, charging toward her and dodging the chair she pulled out in self-defense. "-that when you came back from Germany you'd come into the office to get checked out."

"Eeeeyyy!" she screeched and scrambled into the living room. "I'm fine! Stay away you goon!" She hopped over a few of the baby's toys and around the coffee table, but Jacob was faster and cornered her by the end of the couch. "Jacob! Stop! Come on." She knew she was losing ground, but frantically looked about for an escape. "Let me...let me meet you there tomorrow. I'll even take you out to lunch." "Nope. Already cleared my schedule." She had nowhere to go as far as he could see, and she was already winded.

He didn't expect her to shove him with her bony elbow, shoulder low enough to catch him off balance and she awkwardly jumped onto the couch to get away from him. "Dammit JJ!" He hissed, righting his footing and catching up to her with his longer strides before she could get back onto the ground.

"Don't make me sit on you like when we were little! You don't still bite do you?" He went to wrap a thick arm around her waist but she slipped past him. Before he could spin around, she let out a squeak and was on the floor, a plastic stacking ring flying out from under her foot as she landed hard on the floor.

"You're a prat, you know that?" she wheezed, face set in a sour grimace and she sniffed. Her head was pounding and she was out of breath. And now her butt hurt. "Aww-come on. I'm just worried. You've not been yourself and there's something going on." He crouched down next to her. "You alright? You landed pretty hard. Oh-Jay you've got a little blood right..." He brushed his finger under her nose where a little bit of blood had started running. "Does this happen often? Come on, let's get you sorted out." He scooped her up and set her on her feet.

"I hate you." "No, you don't. You love me. I'm your favorite and you know it."

#drabble #t: my undoing #mangithorson #mention #agentjjkelly #I should probably edit this but fk it #blood tw

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"Sheepdog" (AKA the Kim Wexler Pregnancy fic) Chapter 4: "The Living Blood"

Kim’s back was against the wall. She just realized she’d taken the fire exit. Good! Whatever silent alarm she’d just tripped, let the courthouse sort it out! She was just so hurt and scared and angry, and they couldn’t see her cry! No matter what happened, don’t let them see her cry…

Someone else had been standing here not too long ago. A squashed cigarette butt on the pavement still had 2 small embers glowing. Kim did her best to hold her jacket over her augmented body; she couldn’t linger here; the last thing she needed was a public indecency charge on top of everything else. Storm clouds were gathering as she got into her car. Raindrops started pelting her exposed midriff. God damnit! This pregnancy, or alien parasite, or ancient Egyptian curse or WHATEVER was happening to her, it had popped three of the buttons clean off her blouse. Admittedly, not the biggest concern at present, sure, but god dammit! This too?

She’d be half an hour early to see her GP about this arising circumstance, but all things considered, she obviously should have seen a doctor this morning. What had happened in court was her fault really, her punishment for thinking she could brute-force her way back into making today feel normal. Either way, there wasn’t time to waste kicking herself about it. She felt sick, but she didn’t feel sickly. It was time to get some answers about this; beginning with whether this transformation was going to kill her and if not, how was that possible?

…

Our heroine sat as still as a statue on the examination table, and still the paper covering found excuses to start shredding itself under her. She called Jimmy- Just like she promised she would.

“Hey…” the warmth of his voice carried through over the phone.

“Hey” she sniffled, “I made it to the appointment. I’m just letting you know where I am”

“Are you crying?”

“Hormones,” she brushed it off, “It’s just really nice to hear your voice. I had a bad day at work. Like Chernobyl bad. I’ll tell you about it when I get home. If I can stand to, that is”

“You know, I was planning to work until 5…” Jimmy offered, “But I can be there with you if you want. All I’ve got is two skin-heads and a botched tattoo removal settlement”

“Aw, aren’t you chivalrous…” Kim smirked but her eyes wandered back to her briefcase, and the comb she had stashed inside, “But no. I think I’m ok on my own”

“Is there anything else I can do? And think big; we’re talking lasso the moon here”

“Hmm… I think ice cream would solve at least some of my problems right now”

“Alright well now you’re just being ridiculous! That’s way above my pay-grade! … ah shit I’m going through a tunnel. I’ll call you back!” Jimmy said as he began to break up.

“It’s fine,” his wife raised her voice for the receiver, “A nurse came in to get my weight and bloodwork, and she said the doctor would be back any minute”

The other end of the call became garbled static, and the only discernible word which cut through may or may not have been “sandwich”. Then Kim’s phone beeped as the connection was lost completely. Another minute passed. The room was still quiet. She considered getting her work out to review, but the piles of matted narratives and memos had become stuffed so thick into her briefcase, honestly she pictured herself undoing the latch and they’d all immediately erupt out of their folders and onto the floor. She’d get back to it. Just not here, not now. She was too worn out for it.

On the TV at the end of the hallway outside, she could hear a Muzak cover of “No Surprises” by Radiohead. It was hard to tell if the voices were also coming from the TV, or if it was the nurses talking outside. Might as well investigate…

“You can hear it can't you? That little voice. The one that says, ‘Don't stare too long. Don't touch. Don't do anything you might regret!’ I used to be the same. Whenever I wanted something, I could hear that voice telling me to stop. To be careful. To leave most of my life un-lived. You know the only place that voice left me alone? In my dreams. I was free. I could be as good, or as bad, as I felt like being. And if I wanted something, I could just reach out and take it. But then I would wake up, and the voice would start all over again.

So… I ran away! Crossed the shining sea. And when I finally set foot back on solid ground, all I found was the same old shit. Then as if to mock me, that goddamn voice came back ringing in my ears again. And do you know what it said?”

“Kim?” a short doctor with big watery blue eyes introduced herself.

“Sorry. The ad on the tv was starting to get its hooks in me. That’s all”

“It is loud. I’m Dr. Daniels. You said you’re here because you recently found out you were pregnant?” the doctor said with her peepers lazing over her subject’s protruding stomach.

“I could lie and say I’d been putting off a visit for eight months, but that wouldn’t sound any less crazy, so I might as well tell the truth…” the words caught in Kim’s throat, but she managed to spit it out, and as a result she finally broke down sobbing, “I’ve been attacked! Someone in a red cloak came up to me and stabbed me in the arm with a needle! That’s how the KGB killed Georgi Markov, you know! It’s not science fiction!” Dr. Daniels handed her a box of tissues. “Thanks. Well the needle part isn’t, at least. But I have enemies! There are people trying to fuck with me! And they’re crafty; I don’t know what they are and aren’t capable of. I must stress again, I’m not paranoid. But I kid you not, I’ve caught cars following me! Read my chart - no history of mental illness! - well ok my mom’s an alcoholic, but that doesn’t automatically apply to me - I am only telling you this because we have doctor-patient confidentiality! I’m in it deep! My husband and I are both lawyers and a client we took on happened to be a high ranking cartel member. Now he’s stalking us, harassing us, giving us money I can’t even ask where it came from. If I go to the police, he’ll kill my husband, he’ll kill me, kill you too probably if confidentiality isn’t enough to motivate you. God knows what favor he’ll ask us to do next!

And the worst part is I can’t even talk about this to Jimmy! I mean I can; it’d be worse if he was keeping this whole thing a secret from me. But he thinks I’m stoic! If I show him I’m scared - really out-of-body-experience scared, it’ll all be over between us. I refuse to let that happen. But of all the twisted things I had anticipated, in my wildest dreams I never imagined this!” the pregnant woman blew her nose. Her eyes were glassy with subsiding tears. “The world has officially stopped making sense to me. Everything I knew about the laws of physics… biology… has been proven wrong. You could tell me my whole life has been a John Carpenter movie, and at this point, I’d believe you”

The expression on Daniel’s face was solemn.

“Do you have a therapist?” she asked.

“He retired” Kim sighed, “You don’t believe me either”

“It’s much worse than that. I didn’t believe this story the first time I heard it. But in the last - what was it? - three months, you’re the twenty-second patient who’s told me something like this”

“... What?” Kim had spent her whole morning too much in her own head, and this was the first thing to get her complete attention.

“Well the whole part about the cartel is new. It’s not my job to judge. But the other details; the red cloak? The white mask? The unprovoked assaults with syringes full of mysterious pink gel? The supernaturally fast gestations over the course of less than two days? They’re only becoming more frequent!”

“Stop!” Kim had scooted herself to the edge of the examination table, “You’re saying there’s others?”

“My female patients have every right to be terrified. I don’t know who will be affected next”

“That’s great! Why isn’t the hospital issuing warnings about this? Go to the District Attorney; I can give you his number! This needs to be in every headline in New Mexico! At the very least”

“No it isn’t great!” Dr. Daniels threw her hands up, “You don’t think I’ve tried?! Of course I know this is front-page news. The brick wall is my chief of staff. He won’t listen. He’s not contesting any of the facts, but he says he doesn’t view this as a priority. I’ve gone to the papers! Same problem!”

Ms. Wexler furrowed her brow, “And you don’t think that’s weird”

“Why are you being so hard on me? I’m trying to help you”

“Ok,” she pressed, “But two authorities, completely independent of eachother, are choosing to ignore what is clearly an emergency, and are providing the same rationale. That points to a Watergate level conspiracy! I can’t think of an alternative explanation”

“I can!” the doctor replied as she began to gather up the tools for an ultrasound, “Not all conspiracies are done entirely on purpose. All it takes for an effective conspiracy to work is one person with a malicious design; everyone else could be operating in accord with their own status quo. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but ‘The System’ does a lot of unfair things to women. 1 in 10 of us have some sort of reproductive-related ailment, the only tool I have to treat it is Loestrin, and with the money spent paying off the cottage industry which surrounds sewing confusion about equal pay, They could probably just pay us more already”

If Daniels went around every day this exasperated, it would explain why her eyes were always so puffy. She interrupted her own lecture to ask Kim to lie down.

“It doesn’t have to be so tin-foil-hat all the time. It’s commonly understood that the things it’s worth raising the alarm about, and the things it’s convenient to raise an alarm about are very different. Not just for the bottom line, but for the people who have to toe that line, or else that abstract thing will, like you said, kill their friends and family. I’ve prayed almost every day for ten years that a new supervirus doesn’t emerge, because we aren’t prepared. And god forbid if it only affected women? They’d do NOTHING about it! But I know that with the conditions of the factory farms being what they are, it’s really only a matter of time”

Dr. Daniels had a point, or at least her words weren’t any more bs than anything else which had precedent, but Kim had stopped listening again. She was haunted by the moving silhouette on the black and white screen, and the rest of the world was closing out around her. Was she a bad mother if the first thought to enter her mind was “stupid baby”? She was just still in shock was all; she’d pictured something more in-line with how long she’d been given to process this news, a cluster of cells or some early big-headed skeletal lifeform. Not this! She could discern the outline of the fetus sucking its thumb. She could feel the windows of opportunity being slammed closed. Every other path yielding to the one right in front of her. “I don’t know. I love you, I guess! Shut up!” she thought to herself.

“So!” Daniel’s voice cut through the white noise, “Do you want to know?”

“Know what?” our protagonist replied spacily.

With gentleness and understanding, the physician’s assistant clarified, “If you’re having a boy or a girl…”

“Oh! Right!” Kim stammered, “Uh… sure! Yeah”

Daniels moved the wand higher on her patient’s bump. “Well I could always be wrong… but I don’t think I’m seeing a penis anywhere. I think you’re having a daughter, for whatever that’s worth”

It’s too much pressure, Kim lamented in her head. All these expectations parents foist on kids before they’re even born. It wasn’t fair. Maybe it was good she wasn’t more excited; maybe most of this excitement from new parents was performative anyway. Especially taking into account what a fluke it was that there was life on Earth at all, it was a miracle she was even here to conceive a child. She wasn’t excited, because this was what real unconditional love felt like: this little person was still a complete stranger to her. There was no way to know whether her child would grow up to be masculine or feminine, same way there was no way to know which life choices her child would go on to make that she’d approve of, and which she wouldn’t.

There were only three things Kim was certain of: (1) If she thought of her daughter as a mistake, she meant it as a compliment, because (2) it was an appealing idea to her, that something or someone could perform a transgressive act by its mere fact of existing. It conjured up imagery of some mutant animal with a hairline evolutionary advantage. And (3) even if it hadn’t been too late to go back and “fix” this mistake, she’d decided she was beyond the point of return, and therefore it was true. And now she’d defend that decision at any cost.

“I don’t care” she announced as she wiped the goo off her stomach, “This news still comes to me as a relief. I was seriously worried I was having a nervous breakdown. But if there’s twenty-one other women this has happened to? I can work with that! I’ll start a- a class action suit! Taking the hospital and the papers and anyone else to task for negligence! I’ll make it too loud to ignore! If you could put me in contact with these other patients? Right, no, confidentiality. I’ll figure something out! Oh!”

It was easy to get carried away with this new fire which had been lit under her. But there were a few more questions she had before she was free to charge out the front door. She went over to her briefcase and fished the comb out of the front pocket.

“This is my husband’s comb” she continued, “I was wondering if you could DNA test this. Or do you have to wait until after the kid is born before you can do that?”

Dr. Daniels shrugged, “That can be done easily enough. I’d have to take an amnio sample, which I needed to do anyway. Although for the record, the other women who were in here asked for a paternity test as well, for the obvious reason. And thus far, whatever the results of the test said, for each of them it was 100% what they had wanted to hear. The babies resulting from this mutation weren’t just clones of their mother; the husbands, the boyfriends, the long-term life partners, all the tests came back showing that the fathers were who my patients wanted them to be. At first, I thought this was going to help me narrow down what exactly that pink gel was. I thought maybe it was just extremely powerful at negating their birth control methods. Then a lesbian couple showed up complaining of this… the father in that case was the girlfriend as well. So I don’t have any theories! Deep breath, sharp pinch…” she said as she jabbed the long needle into Kim’s womb.

The spot where the needle had poked was going to be sore for another hour at least, but this reassurance brought our heroine another step closer to accepting what had happened. It was a warming thought, after all, that this stranger was going to be half her and half Jimmy. Even if it all but guaranteed this new animal would be an apex predator…

“Don’t rush out the door just yet!” Dr. Daniels stopped her as Kim was redressing in her ill-fitting and torn skirt, “I still need to do a bloodwork panel”

“Can’t you use the blood you already took?”

“I haven’t drawn any blood yet”

“Not you, but the nurse already stuck me before you came in. Remember, the vials had purple rubber caps?”

Daniels looked confused and turned to hammer away at the computer terminal, “Nobody performed a blood draw. There’d be a record of it. Even if it was less than an hour ago”

Kim’s veins turned to ice. She thought she was being careful. She’d waited 'til the door was closed before spilling her guts. She’d made sure there were no security cameras to capture her betrayal of the cartel. But what if it hadn’t been a record-keeping mistake? If her enemies had infiltrated the hospital, if they were impersonating medical staff, then… then how could she be sure Daniels wasn’t working for them as well? On the other hand, what did these red cloaks have to gain by alerting her of the deception? On the other other hand, she didn’t know what these people were capable of, let alone what they wanted. She made some excuse for why that was enough phlebotomy for one day and beat a hasty retreat without another word to those big, watery eyes.

In the basement of this same facility, technicians were loading trays of blood samples into a refrigerator. On the right-hand side, the vials capped with orange rubber. A label was affixed to the bottom lip of the tray. In black marker, it bore the word “Control”. The tray had been sitting out at room temperature for some time now and the vials had lost their crimson sheen. Where there was an imperfection in the orange cap, a droplet had escaped but already clotted into dry rust. The purple-capped vials next to them, however, did not seem to age. The contents stayed bright red, even though those samples weren’t any younger than the orange ones. A droplet had escaped the purple rubber as well, but it refused to denature in the presence of oxygen. This tray had a label too: “Test Group”. A fly buzzed loudly until it caught the scent of the drop. It perched itself on the vial and rubbed its legs together.

#kim wexler #jimmy x kim #mcwexler #jimmy mcgill #mcwexlerjr #bcs #saul goodman #rhea seehorn #better call saul fanfic #better call saul

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or-something-better · 2 years

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July 8, 2022

(Nigthly RP Part 4 of Charlie’s Baal Saga)

((Sam lays on the bed sleeping, bandages covering his wounds, breathing evenly))

Dean

walk into med bay to check in on him

Patience

I'm really worried about Sam

Henry

has been sitting on the chair the whole time

Charlie

in the main room working away on my laptop

Dean

Its Sammy he will be up moving around back to himself any time now

Ruby

I lay my hand on his shoulder, looking down at him, so still. “Whatever magic Imhotep used is very powerful. It’s certainly done a number on Sam, but he’s strong. He’ll survive.” I say, more to convince myself.

Henry

gets up to put a extra blanket over Sam

Dean

walk back out of med bay and join Charlie in the map room

Charlie

as the others enter the room I look up at them, hopeful how is he? Any change?

Henry

walks out with Dean

Ruby

I head out with the others to see Charlie in the map room “Not so far, but I’m sure he’ll come through this.”

Patience

I really hope so I hope Gabe can help

Charlie

hitting the table dammit! What else can these guys do? I mean its Sam! He’s literally been to hell and back …. If they can take him out… what about the rest of us?

Henry

Better be prepared for worse

Patience

No no he's got to pull through

Dean

But that’s it, it is Sammy and he’s been through everything he will come out of this

Henry

For people coming after us

Patience

What are we going to do

Charlie

sighing in frustration well before Sam passed out, he told us what Baal wanted, it looks like Imhotep is just a piece in a bigger game, he’s got Sam’s blood, Lucifer’s feather, the book of the dead, and now the key—if he gets the book of the damned he’s got a way to make himself more powerful than Gabe…. We need to make sure he doesn’t get his hands on it…

Dean

Oh I will be damned if he thinks he’s gonna get the book. I want a piece of his ass for Sammy

Henry

Agree I don’t want another Apocalypse

Dean

We should probably try to get ahold of Gabe and see if he is around to help..

Ruby

“It certainly would help if we had the extra power on our side for this.”

Charlie

nodding Dean, why don’t you try reaching out?

Gabe

appearing with Donna

Dean

Alright jumps as Gabe appears well that was fast I didn’t even think it yet....

Gabe

I’ve never wanted ihop so bad in all of my existence

Gabe

Dean no time for what the ladies tell you I want that ass hat and I want him NOW !! eyes glowing he ground shaking all around us as lightning pierced the sky and the moon turns blood red

Henry

Dad, Sam won’t wake up. There’s something wrong with him

Gabe

He’s in Winchester there’s something wrong with all of them

Henry

But he won’t wake up

Gabe

Becky uses industrial chloroform

Donna

placing my hands on my archangels’ shoulders you’ll get your chance, I promise. Just calm down for now…. Please

Gabe

You’re me damn right I’ll get my chance, I’m going to take it right before I take his life and the lives of everyone he’s ever known

Donna

a look of concern across my face I look at my archangel maybe we should check on him…. It’s been a long time since he passed out….

Ruby

Following Gabe and Donna to the med lab, I tell them my thoughts. “I’m certain that what happened to Sam is some sort of very old magic.”

Donna

heading into med bay I gasp as I see Sam laying there lifeless

Gabe

walking in putting my hand on Sam’s forehead I think ihop took more than blood from your boy here, took a few years off his life to boot

Ruby

I’m shocked at Gabe’s words. Humans live such short lives as it is!

Patience

How's that even possible

Donna

What??? confused look on my face! how???? I look to my love head tilted

Gabe

Listen Sam will be ok but as of right this second, there’s no way for him to woken . If I had to guess I’d say hey are going to revive another…..

Ruby

With a heavy sigh, I ask, “Can you do anything? Do you have a plan?”

Gabe

Yes I can go home, have a few drinks and take a nap. Seriously? looking at you like you grew a third eyeball when do I not have a plan?

Gabe

You know what my plan is now ? Leaving this room the Sammy corpse is kind unnerving heading out

Charlie

having overheard the conversation nope…. Gabe always has something up his sleeve…. Even if he comes up with it on the spot

Gabe

I never said it was a GOOD plan

Charlie

grins

Gabe

We could sacrifice Dean

Dean

I grab a beer and walk back in what if we...what? Really Gabe?

Gabe SPN: Maybe ihop will show

Henry

plays with my dagger

Gabe

I like this plan

Donna

Did you just corpse?!?! I hurry out of the room with my beloved!

Gabe

About 6ft below normal at the moment. Too soon?

Ruby

I smile wanly as Gabe's gallows humor

Dean

Dude I want this guy as bad as you do there has to be other ideas. I want a hand in killing these bastards to damnit. Without being dead

Alex

Walk into the bunker how is Sam doing? Look over to Donna and Gabe hi Gabe and Donna

Dean

What about whoever that douchebag thought ruby was? Could ruby pretend to be her to get to him?

Donna

Hey Alex!! 🥰

Gabe

How’s my favorite ware chicken ?

Charlie

still looking intently at my laptop screen and scrolling

Alex

Hey Donna walk over hugs

Donna

hugs Alex back

Alex

Look around me? Lol doing good Walk over and hugs

Gabe

That’s a good idea too. We could turn Sam into a marionette and make him think his plan didn’t work

Gabe

Wait ….. was he in love with whoever he thought Ruby was??

Donna

👀

Gabe

Yes?

Donna

I look from love to Ruby and eyes get big and back to my love! the Queen?

Charlie

suddenly my eyes light up and I run down the hall to the artifact room, within a few minutes I come out holding a medium sized black box but I’m struggling with the weight as I come out and sit it on the map table with a thud

Dean

Not Unless love involves death threats now?

Gabe

watching you run char you ok?

Alex

Charlie? What in the box?? Rise her eyebrows and went to help Charlie

Donna

Lifeless body to marionette … doesn’t sound gross at all!!! bluck!

Gabe

Well lately with you and Becky

Ruby

I'm curious what Charlie has in mind

Donna

watches Charlie and box! the heck???

Gabe

You know last time I saw Charlie run like that it involved a blonde in a tight black mini skirt

Henry

stops playing with my dagger and looks at the box

Dean

There wasn’t any death threats we just aren’t on the same page yet

Gabe

Yes you don’t know what no means

Charlie

opening the box, I remove some paper revealing a gold book with hieroglyphs on the front

Dean

What the hell is that?

Donna

my eye get huge know exactly what that is!

Alex

Rise her eyebrows what is that?

Donna

I asked about it last night!!!!!! It’s been here????!!!!!

Gabe

sitting I watch char wondering what she’s up to now

Charlie

The Amun-ra…. The exact opposite of the book of the dead…. The book of life

Donna

standing near you!

Charlie

Whatever imhotep can bring out of their book…. We can eliminate with ours!

Gabe

What if we just end him and reverse it then?

Donna

taps nose! I like that idea!

Dean

I grab the book looking at it, feeling how heavy it is damn its heavier than it looks

Henry

It’s shiny staring at it

Donna

What’s your plan Charlie????

Ruby

“Do you think messing with another ancient book is really a good idea?”

Gabe

watching I snap myself a drink

Charlie

holding my finger up to my lips I ask for silence I got to thinking when I heard about his reaction to ruby and the name he said so I did some research…. Ankhesenamun was his wife…. They started with the book of the dead together… to gain immortality. She betrayed him. She was able to use the book of life against him… but he killed her too….

Ruby

That's love

Gabe

Why am I seeing Becky’s future here. If we don’t learn from history…..

Charlie

She might know what they’re up to… Baal likely wants more than immortality… he already has that

Alex

How is that help?

Charlie

She may distract him long enough for us to do the spells we need….

Dean

So bring the exwife/wife who’s also clearly a psychopath to help find and kill another psycho that makes sense

Gabe

Speaking of black miniskirts

Charlie

Ruby… will you do it? Awaken Ankhesenamun?

Ruby

Understanding what Charlie wants to do, but still a little reluctant, I have no other suggestions. “I’ll do it”, I say, nodding.

Charlie

I take the amun-ra back from dean and with effort, pass it to Ruby

Ruby

Taking the book, surprised by how much it weighs, I lay it out on the table.

Gabe

Well then, I guess I’ll stand by to bind her if shit goes sideways finishing my drink I set it on the table and head towards Ruby

Dean

This will be fun....not

Charlie

Donna, we should set up a place to hold her right?

Alex

What can I do?

Charlie

Want to grab some restraints?

Alex

Yes ma’am chain

Ruby

Finding what I need in the book, I hope I'm ready for this

Donna

10-4 starts to scoot one of the large metal chairs to middle of the room

Alex

Went the armory and look for a chain and she see chain bingo

Gabe

Charlie’s phone goes off

Charlie

reading my phone I look up at the group shit! Worst timing ever!

Donna

What?

Charlie

It’s my medical supplier… they have a delivery, I’m supposed to go get them. They’re a day late

Gabe

nodding at the door go we got this

Charlie

sighing reluctantly text me if you need me….. leaving the room I head outside and get in my car to drive away

Dean

I walk over beside Donna ready to help restraint this whatever we are getting ready to summon

Ruby

My Arabic is a bit rusty, but I am hoping my sincerity in performing the spell is worthy of Anubis.

(In Arabic) ‘Oh great God Anubis, Master of the afterlife, I call upon your wisdom and holiness. I beseech that you find me worthy and grant my plea and allow the one called Ankhesenamun time upon the Earth.’

I feel a shift in the air. Looking up I see a woman step through a kind of rift, a woman that looks…..like me!

Ankhesenamun

blinking I look around to a room lit without torches and to faces I don’t know….

Alex

Run zoom I got chain

Dean

I step forward grabbing onto you ALEX CHAINS QUICK! Trying to race you to sit in the chair

Ankhesenamun

shocked at the instant violence Hey!!

Donna

doing the same!

Dean

holding you the best that I can

Donna

I pull her back with force to sit

Dean

Alex hurry up and chain her!Alex be um nice..... We just need to talk to her

Ruby

I watch in silence, still shocked at the resemblance

Alex

chain her up UH AH! We got you

Ankhesenamun

What is happening??

Gabe

looking at you apologetically sorry about that it seems to be the only way my friend can get a girl lately, we’ve tried changing him but shrugs old dogs and all that. Listen, we just need to know if you have any idea what lover boy is up to?

Alex

Make sure super tight there it super tight now Look over Dean

Ankhesenamun

Imhotep? He’s dead…. I made sure….

Gabe

Well Doc you didn’t look close enough, apparently it didn’t stick

Ankhesenamun

shaking head he told me that his plan was to use the book of the dead to make us immortal. So they couldn’t entomb us… he lied…. He was going to sacrafice me for his own immortality…. So I used the book of life to bind us… when I died… so did he…. But his soul—-they attached it to the book of the dead…. It ruined him. He was so kind before that. But then he became desperate for power, at any cost. That’s why I was able to do what I did….. tearing up

Gabe

While I’m sorry that happens to you we really don’t have time for a CW moment, we need to find him , NOW . Lives hang in the balance

Ankhesenamun*

I truly don’t know… I was in the underworld, but not in the same violent place he was. I have no idea what he’s up to….

Gabe

Well if you can’t be helpful we can just send you back …

Donna

Welll I have an idea! I look to my love and team And having her maybe helpful. and back to Noxie maybe you could help!

Dean

laughs how the hell could she possibly help us??

Donna

Imhotep may want revenge on her, we could use that to our advantage!!

Henry

He is too smart this time and he has Baal

Patience

What can we do to defeat him

Alex

Ankhesenamun have them

Gabe

Maybe guys instead of running head long into a trap, this time we set our own

Donna

Exactly!

Alex

Ohhh

Dean

extremely hesitant not sure if she can really be trusted, trusting Gabe and Donna’s judgment, I unlock the chains

Ankhesenamun

rubbing my wrists

Donna

I help you up out of the chair and lead you to the main room /map room

Ruby

Following Donna and Ankhesenamun, I still can’t get over the mirror image I see in front of me. Imhotep’s comment makes perfect sense now. I wonder…can we exploit that?

Dean

Hey henry lets go lock the artifact room and armory. I can get the art room if you wanna lock the armory? heads to the artifact room making sure everything is locked and secure and return to the main room

Henry

helps Dean with locking up

Ankhesenamun

taking a deep breath I share my past Imhotep didn’t want eternal afterlife. He wanted to live forever. The book of the dead promises that, only it comes at a cost. The more he used the book, the more of his soul he lost. He went from a kind loving husband to someone I didn’t recognize….he ruled the kingdom with brutality…. I didn’t want my people to suffer forevermore…. So I stopped him. But I never saw him in the afterlife. He lost too much of himself…..

Dean

I grab another beer before sitting at the table

Henry

grabs a cookie and sits on a arm of the chair

Patience

Are you sure we can stop him

Ankhesenamun

I have accomplished it before….

Alex

If he would like you her much now

Dean

I seriously doubt he’d be her best friend at this point if she helped kill his ass

Gabe

Listen Ankajankaju can you tell us what ihop was like before the book ?

Ankhesenamun

Before the book he was a kind and fair ruler, a great husband and father… nothing like what you see now…. a tear rolls down my cheek

Charlie

But I do not like who he is now so I will help stop him again….

Gabe

Yeah welllll we aren’t exactly his biggest fans either

Dean

Definitely NOT A FAN

Alex

Oh no

Henry

What will we do?

***To Be Continued…

……………………………

1. Sam is now passed out from his experience and lays sleeping in med bay. Patience says she is worried he’s been asleep a long time. Dean says it’s Sammy and he will come through this. Ruby lays her hand on him, and says whatever magic Imhotep had used had certainly done a number, but Sam would survive. Henry covers Sam with an extra blanket and they join Charlie in the main room. Charlie asks if there’s been any change and ruby says not so far. Charlie is angered by this and makes a comment on what these guys can do, especially if they can take out Sam. Henry agrees and Charlie lays out what they know so far.

2. Dean says they should probably see if Donna and Gabe are around to help, these guys were strong. Ruby says it would likely be helpful if we had some power on our side for this. Charlie asks dean to reach out but before he can, Gabe appears in the bunker with Donna, still infuriated that Imhotep got away from him. Donna assured him that he will get another chance and Gabe tells her he will because he’s taking it. Henry tells Gabe about Sam in med bay and how he won’t wake up. Donna gets concerned and suggests they check on him. Gabe and Donna head into med bay, with ruby close on their heels telling them that some kind of magic or power has struck him down. Gabe places his hand on Sam’s head, and says that Imhotep took more than blood. He took a few years off of Sam’s life. Patience asks how that's possible. Donna and Ruby are confused and he explains that they must have plans to revive another…. Sam would be ok, but there was no way to wake him. He had to do it on his own.

3. Ruby sighs and asks Donna if she and Gabe have a plan. Donna looks to Gabe for answers. Gabe gives a grin and asks if he’s ever without a plan, Charlie answers as they enter the map room with nope, even if you come up with it on the spot. Dean gets a beer and is coming up with ideas and Henry is playing with his daggers when Alex walks in asking how Sam is doing, and greets Donna and Gabe. Patience tells Alex he will be fine but its gonna be awhile. Charlie is still doing some research on her laptop and jumps up from the table when she finds something. Gabe asks her if she’s ok and Charlie runs down to the artifact room and grabs a box. Donna says nothing good ever comes out of there, Henry says he’s scared of that room. And Alex asks what she is carrying. Struggling under the weight of the box Charlie sits it on the table and opens it, revealing what she’s come up with.

4. Dean grabs the book, surprised at its weight. Henry comments on how shiny it is. Patience asks what the book is. Donna asks Charlie what she’s planning. Ruby asks if risking another ancient text was really a good idea. (They’re all speaking at once) Charlie silences the team and shares the story of Imhotep and Ankhesenamun and how she betrayed him before their death. Alex asks how that will help and Charlie explains further, the team comments as they begin to understand. Charlie asks Ruby if she will perform the spell to awaken Ankhesenamun, Ruby is skeptical but agrees. Gabe says he will stand by to bind her, in case this goes the other way. Ruby sets up and Charlie hands her the book so she can begin the incantation.

5. Charlie and Donna set up a chair while Alex grabs some chains as they weren’t sure what they were going to be up against. Charlie gets a text and says her supply order has come in, Gabe tells her to go so she does. Dean comes to stand by Donna to help detain whatever they brought back. Ruby does her thing and a woman that looks just like ruby but in Egyptian dress appears in the Center of the room looking confused. Dean and Donna grab her while Alex chain her. She protests and asks what is going on. Gabe asks her if she has any idea what her husband is up to. She shares a tale and Donna has an idea. She tells Gabe that maybe she could help. Dean snorts and asks how she was going to be helpful. Donna says Imhotep would want revenge since she helped beat him last time. Henry says he may be too smart this time and he has Baal. Patience asks if there is a way to outsmart him. Alex comments that Ankhesenamun had them now too. Gabe begins to follow and remarks that maybe it’s time they set a trap of their own.

6. Reluctantly dean unchains Ankhesenamun, Donna helps her up and leads her to the map room. Ruby follows-she’s shocked at how much this new person looks like her current vessel and now understands Imhotep’s comment. Dean and Henry lock up the artifact room and the armory before joining at the table. Ankhesenamun explains how the book of the dead claims your soul as you use it, her husband had used it a lot and became someone evil so she betrayed him and had him killed before he could complete the immortality spell. Understanding now Alex asks if he would like her much now. Dean pipes in with probably not, Gabe asks Ankhesenamun what Imhotep was like before the book and can see how much she loved him. But she didn’t like who he had become so she was willing to stop him. Patience asks if she’s sure they will be able to stop him and what will happen if they fail.

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feveredreams · 2 years

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c3e23: the power of the DM in D&D, or why we are all Laudna right now

last night's episode of critical role really struck home for me how unique D&D is as a format for media, and how the format of Storyteller and Characters draws the audience even further into a story than other forms of media might. It's really beautiful and fucking amazing if you think about it. The potential as a medium to engage the audience while building a world is just unlike anything else.

The biggest thing is this: the power of a DM to make the audience feel exactly what the characters are feeling. Okay, but isn't that the point of a storyteller, you ask? To connect the audience and the story? Sure! But the format of D&D, especially watching D&D, immerses you into a character's mindset like nothing else. Our implicit trust in the DM as our storyteller means we are susceptible to some pretty cool emotional tricks, as evidenced by the end of this episode.

[spoilers for ep 23 of critical role campaign 3 ahead]

Imogen and Laudna are talking, an emotional conversation about Imogen's recent state of mind and Laudna's concern for her. It revolves around the strange pink rock they'd picked up earlier, a rock that seems to draw Imogen to it with promises of safety and comfort. We, as the audience, are aware that there's something not Quite Right with the rock and its power over Imogen. As Laudna continues to ask about it, Matt interjects: each time she pushes a little further, Laudna feels a pulse of...something, something urging her to look at the rock, to examine it further. This happens three times, each time more insistent.

At first I interpret this urge as some sort of...arcane instinct, perhaps. An expression of Laudna's concern for Imogen's well-being, or some part of Imogen not under the spell of the rock reaching out, seeking escape. As I watched, I was impatient for Laudna to listen to this urge. I wanted her to help Imogen, free her from whatever potentially malicious influence was impairing her judgment.

And then Laudna finally convinced Imogen to hand over the rock. She took it in her hand, and Matt's voice turned into the sinister, cruel drawl of Delilah Briarwood.

Delilah, of course, fucks everything up and breaks the rock, draining it of its power and straining Laudna and Imogen's relationship. Especially after Laudna promises wholeheartedly to not do anything to the rock without asking Imogen, the act is a betrayal. Imogen's quiet, heartbroken, "You lied." is just the cherry on top (I could wax poetic about Laura Bailey's acting in this scene, but this post is already getting long).

Laudna is, understandably, horrified. This is our first time seeing true conflict between her and Delilah, and boy is it juicy. Not only is she realizing that Delilah has more power over her than she thought, but her words from literal minutes earlier are coming back to haunt her: where does she end, and where does Delilah begin? Was it her concern and care for Imogen that compelled her to take the rock, or was that all Delilah? Can she trust her own mind, her own feelings?

The great thing about D&D is that we are right there with her. The essential format of D&D is that you trust the storyteller, because they create the story and all you experience in it. We trust Matt implicitly. That's why I was rooting for Laudna to hurry up and investigate that rock, dammit! That's why after the episode, even Marisha said, "He was telling me to do it!" When Matt describes these pulsing urges to take the rock, it was Matt telling us something Laudna felt. We trust Matt. He guides us through this world! His word is law.

And then it turns out his word wasn't his word at all. It was Delilah fucking Briarwood. We are thinking oh shit, what can we trust? at the same moment Laudna is thinking oh shit, what can I trust? Which thoughts are mine and which are hers? As we are questioning our perception of the world, so is she.

That's the unique power of the DM when there's an audience watching your campaign, and that's also just the fucking genius of Matt Mercer. The function of the DM as both voice of god and voice of everything else just sets up these really potent emotional moments that resonate just as strongly for the audience as they do the characters. As the story unfolds, we are just as immersed as any of the players at the table. And I think that's super neat!

#can you tell that i'm also just SCREAMING at the angst this entails?#holy crap do I have thoughts about this.#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr #cr spoilers #laudna #imogen temult #imodna #D&D #cr analysis #critical role analysis #long post

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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It’s All in the Perspective

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4491

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Gun Violence, Minor Character Injury, A Peek at Angry Bucky, Explosions (if that’s a warning), Mentions of Stevie (I really miss him, guys)

A/N: So! Here it is! Part 4.3! After long hours of laboring and slaving away - kidding, kidding. I had a bit of trouble with this part, not gonna lie, because there’s a lot of feelings I wanted to try explaining. To do that, there’s a little sort of twist at the end that, once I decided to put in, made the chapter much smoother to write. I wasn’t happy with it at first, but now I’m satisfied.

There’s a lot of things happening in this one; it’s longer than I had anticipated because of the little snippet at the end I added. It’s got a few scene-for-scene things, but I kinda blew past it just to get to the characters’ emotions and stuff. Plus writing action like the shipping yard scene is hard when you’re not focusing entirely on that scene, which I wasn’t.

You’ll notice that the last little bit with Ayo (the Wakandan) isn’t in this. That’s because I couldn’t really find a way to fit it in and I’m assuming it will fit in better with next week’s episode.

Not beta’d, so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you wonderful people for reading and commenting! I enjoy hearing your opinions and what you like about the show and the series! Enjoy the final Part for Episode 3 and stay tuned for an announcement tomorrow about the One Shots I’ll be doing in relation to this series!

FATWS MASTERLIST

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

You and Bucky kept sneaking glances at each other as you walked through the dock, weaving between the different colored shipping containers with Sharon leading the way. Every time you caught his eye, his ears turned red and he looked away, scanning your surroundings. Not that you were any better, immediately turning away when he turned your way.

You almost kissed him. Fuck. You couldn’t let that happen. He was your friend. Your teammate. He was the best friend to the man you fell in love with, who just so happened to be your best friend. Your best friend who left you. Your best friend who you promised you would watch out for Bucky.

Bucky…who you also fell in love with. Whether or not it was because of Steve, the fact of the matter was: you loved him. You loved both of them. And you’d never loved anyone like that before. And one left. And the other was trying to navigate through his shitty life. And you weren’t any better. Which is why, you decided in that moment, that no matter how much you wanted to - and holy shit did you want to - you wouldn’t pursue.

Yet. Maybe. Ugh! When did feelings become so complicated?!

When you started having them.

You silently grumbled to yourself, shaking your head clear. You had to focus and be in the moment. Now was not the time to sort out what to do about the suddenly rising emotions towards the cerulean eyed brunette currently burning with you with a gaze you refused to return.

“Alright.” Sharon stopped, making the group stop as well. “He’s in there. Container 4261. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry; we’re on borrowed time.”

You each grabbed one of the earpieces she held in her palm, slipping it comfortably in your ear. “I’ll stay back with you.” Sharon went to talk, but you cut her off. “I’d feel better knowing it’s not just you out here.”

She pursed her lips, before nodding. “Alright. If that’s what you want.”

“Doll-”

“I’ll be fine, Buck.” You insisted, checking your gun to make sure it was loaded. Bucky stayed quiet, nodding in begrudging acceptance.

You and Sharon headed off as the boys went towards the storage unit. “Just like old times, huh?” Sharon raised an eyebrow at you.

You grinned, shoving your gun in the thigh holster she let you borrow. “Let the good times roll, babe.”

“Absolutely.” Sharon winked, before you two split up to cover more ground. It wasn’t long before Sharon announced company and you took off sprinting in her direction.

You got to her just as more thugs approached her from behind, immediately lunging into action.

“Hey, so, we never finished that conversation!”

You grunted as you roundhouse kicked a guy, hooking your knee over his shoulder and pulling him to the ground by the neck “Really?! You wanna do that now?!”

“Sure! I’m not too busy!”

You rolled your eyes at her reply, seeing her knock a guy unconscious before she turned around to knee another one in the face. “What were we talking about?”

“Why’re you holding back?”

“It’s complicated!” You elbowed a guy in the ribs, flipping him over your shoulder and twisting his arm till a sickening crack sounded.

“Because of Steve?!”

“Yes - no! Kind of!”

Sharon was on the floor choking a guy out as you slammed a guy’s head into a shipping container, pushing him at another guy. “You loved him didn’t you?! And I mean, like in love with him!”

“Who?!” You laced your fingers around the back of his head and brought his face down onto his knee.

“Director Fury!” You gave her a look which she snorted at. “Steve, you dumbass! Who else?!”

“Yeah! No shit I was in love with him!” You ran up the side of a storage unit to do a backflip and land on some guy’s shoulders, choking him out. Before he fell, you rolled off, tripping a guy in the process and elbowing his throat.

“Well at least you’re admitting it now!”

You were hit in the back of the head, thrown into a wrestle with another guy on the ground. You bit his hand, making him cry out, before you headbutted him.

“You couldn’t even hear his name without having to remind people you were ‘just friends’!”

“We were just friends, Share! You know that!”

You heard her shoot of a gun a few times as you smacked someone in the back of the head with the butt of your gun, trying to save ammo. “You really never did anything about it?!”

“No!”

She glanced at you incredulously from across the way, bodies now littering the ground. “And you don’t regret that?”

“No.” You sighed at her look, relenting. “Yes. Kind of. I dunno. I mean…he’s happy with his decision, and for me that’s enough.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts. It hurts like hell. But-”

“But you still have him so it’s all good.”

You bit your lip, shrugging. “Something like that.”

Sharon tilted her head, confused. “So why don’t you tell him?”

“I dunno. I don’t think either of us is ready.”

“C’mon. I saw you two earlier. You should’ve just kissed him.”

Rolling your eyes, you frowned when you noticed something missing. “Ah shit. My ear piece. It must’ve fallen out earlier.” You looked around, but Sharon stopped you, nodding her head between a couple shipping containers.

“Don’t worry about it. Mine broke a little while ago, too. Let’s go get the guys. Tell them we need to leave.”

You nodded and started running with her to the unit Nagel’s lab was in. You followed her around the corner, only to widen your eyes and shove her out of the way. Two gunshots rang out, Sharon catching the guy right between the eyes, while the man’s bullet grazed your shoulder.

“Ow, fuck.” You hissed, hand immediately going up to clamp your wound.

“Dammit! You shouldn’t have done that, you idiot!”

You gave her a look. “You’re welcome.”

Rolling her eyes, she quickly tore off part of your shirt. “Hey!”

“First off, this is my shirt. Second, I’m just making it more of a crop top. Third, it’s your own fault, so quit your whining.”

“Touchy touchy.” You grumbled, wincing when she tied it around your arm.

“Just come on. And hey,” she turned to you as she sprinted with your wrist in her hold. “My advice? Don’t wait. Seriously. I know it must be weird, the whole he’s his best friend, he was your best friend, now he’s your best friend, thing you’ve got going on, but there’s nothing else stopping you. Steve made his choice. And he’d be fine with whatever you choose as long as you’re happy.”

You shook your head. “But Bucky’s still healing-”

“So? He’s already been on dates. I think you’re just using that as an excuse to protect your heart from hurting again. Trust me; Barnes isn’t going anywhere.”

Not able to respond since you were making your way to the guys in Nagel’s lab, you bit your lip, hating that she got the last say in the conversation. She definitely planned it so she would. “We’re outta time, fellas.”

As if things couldn’t get worse Zemo - that fucking snake, you knew he was gonna do something stupid - took out a gun he got from who knows where. You sure as hell didn’t let him have a gun. Before you could stop him, he shot Nagel, your best, your only, lead.

“Goddammit!” You growled as Sam and Sharon restrained him. “You fucking-”

The explosion came next, again happening faster than you could react. Bucky grabbed you and pulled you underneath him, covering you with his body as glass and metal flew around you. With ringing ears, you groaned, squinting your eyes open.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You were vaguely aware of the alarms going off, a red light blinking behind Bucky’s head. You nodded, his worried eyes softening just slightly at your response. “We gotta get out-”

“I know, I know. C’mon.” He helped you up, eyes catching sight of the makeshift bandage on your arm. “Dammit, what did you do?”

“I’m fine.” You pushed his hands off. “Go help Sharon. We’ve gotta move. Now.” He huffed, but nodded and moved over to get Sharon. You tried to see where Zemo went through the smoke, but he was already gone.

You four made it just before the whole thing combusted due to the chemicals in the lab. So much for any evidence or leads.

The moment you got out, you were thrust into a gunfight, rolling your eyes as Bucky and Sam, once again, did their own thing.

“Are they always like this?”

“Usually it’s worse. Wait until they start arguing about who was right.” Sharon gave you an unamused look to which you nodded at, ducking when a bullet whizzed by you. “I know. It’s so annoying.”

Sure enough, when Bucky ran out of bullets, the bickering commenced, making you huff and Sharon shout at them. “Are they serious?”

You shot a few more bullets before your gun started clicking. “Dammit. Unfortunately.”

“I’m out!”

“Me too!”

Another explosion and a person you couldn’t see clearly through the haze caused a distraction for you guys to get away, Sam practically shoving you and Sharon into an open shipping container as Bucky took care of a couple more bounty hunters.

“What happened? Both of your comms went out.” Bucky growled once he came in behind you, grabbing your forearm to study your wound.

“It’s just a graze. Chill your ass down. I lost my earpiece and Sharon’s broke.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed, his voice low with warning. “What. Happened.”

“We rounded a corner, the guy was there. I shoved Sharon, he shot, she shot, I got hit, he’s now dead. Happy?”

“You promised.” He snapped, finger tightening on your arm. “You said you’d save yourself first.”

“Buck, let go.” Grabbing his wrist, you tugged a bit, wincing slightly. “Seriously. Stop. That hurts.”

He blinked, his features slacking and his fingers immediately dropping your arm. “Doll, I-I…fuck.” He turned to go punch through the back wall to get out of the unit you were in.

Before you could respond and tell him it was fine, the Baron himself drove up in a slick blue convertible. You groaned at Bucky’s response to Zemo. “We need him.” God, you were getting tired of hearing that.

“You’re lucky I don’t bash your head in.” You growled at him.

“If you try that shit again-”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky got into the passenger’s seat with no hesitation, looking at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you shrugged and slipped into the back with Sam. Bucky and you always took the back seat. You had ever since the dumb little blue car Steve got.

You hugged Sharon in parting, knowing she couldn’t come with. “Hey.” She looked at you sternly. “Take a leap.”

“We’ll see.” You told her, sitting down and buckling.

“Do better than that, Y/L/N. And get me that pardon you promised me.” She told Sam, pointing at him..

“Thanks for everything.” She nodded, before jogging off in the opposite direction you’d be heading. Sam turned back to the front, an annoyed expression crossing his face. “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”

“No.”

You snickered as Sam shot you a glare, Zemo starting to drive the car out of the shipping yard, away from the chaos.

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You collapsed onto the seat in front of Bucky, leaning onto the knee he had propped up against the back. He glanced up at you, face blank, before looking back down at his metal hand he was cleaning.

“Here. Let me see-”

“I got it.” He grumbled, shifting away from where your hands reached for his.

Your eyes widened, stunned at his reaction. “Bucky, just let me-”

“I said no, Y/N.” Your name. Again. You can’t remember him calling you ‘doll’ since before the shipping yard explosion.

“Are you okay?” He merely grunted. You straightened off his leg, swatting his knees with the back of your hand. “Hey.”

He shifted again, planting his feet on the floor. “Stop.”

“No.”

He shot you a warning glare. “Y/N-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“It’s your name, isn’t it?”

“What is wrong with you?” You scrunched up your features in confusion and concern. “Is this about my arm? I told you it’s fine.” You got no response except his eye flickering to your now properly bandaged shoulder. “Why are you acting so weird?”

He shrugged. “I’m not.”

You scoffed in disbelief, jaw dropping. “You’re not.”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” You stood up, brushing your legs off, the bare skin having splotches and smears of dirt and dust. “If you wanna be like that, go ahead. Brood. Be a child. When you’re ready to talk to me about whatever the hell is bothering you, like an adult, I’ll be in the back room.”

You only took two steps before he called out for you. “Doll.” You turned around, an expectant look on your features as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one foot. He looked up at you nervously, before looking down and picking at the metal plates of his hand. “I got scared.”

Your features softened, your head tilting gently. “Scared?”

“When you stopped talking. You and Sharon…you were talking. But both of your comms went down around the same time and I…it scared me. I-I don’t get scared anymore. Not the way I did when your voice stopped. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” His voice got quieter at the last sentence, his eyes looking to the purple handprint on your forearm.

“It was an accident, Buck.” You reassured him, settling back down in front of him. “It’s fine. You were still reeling it in from the bar. I know it’s hard for you to judge your strength like that. Steve had problems like that too.” You looked down at the rag he was holding, putting your hand out.

He licked his lips, before handing you the rag. You got off the couch to shift so you were sitting between his legs, his chest to your back. Holding his metallic hand between both of yours, you set to work, gingerly wiping away the grime, picking at the filth that wedged itself between the plates.

“He,” you chuckled, shaking your head at the moment you were remembering. “He accidentally gave me a concussion once when we were sparring. At first it was awesome; he got me my favorite take out and took me to the movies and all that. But then he just started getting annoying. Wouldn’t even let me reach for the TV remote on the coffee table a yard away.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hummed, tilting your head slightly when you felt his chin hooking on your shoulder, giving him more room. “How long did you love him?”

Freezing, you raised an eyebrow and turned to face him. “What?”

“You and Sharon. When you were talking…your comms were on.”

“How-” You swallowed thickly, a lump suddenly forming in the back of your throat. “How much did you hear?”

“Yours went out right after you admitted you were in love with him. Hers went out after you said you were just friends.”

Holding in a sigh of relief, you went back to cleaning his hand. “I don’t really know exactly when it happened. After the Battle of New York, maybe. So 2012, I guess? I dunno. I was getting up from falling for him, though. A few years later.”

“Was?”

“I - yeah. I kind of…fell again.”

He hummed, leaning back, taking his chin off your shoulder and unwinding his arm from your waist. “He’s an easy person to fall for. Hell, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on him once upon a time.”

You chuckled at that, raising an eyebrow over your shoulder at him. “I never said I fell for him again. But, yeah. You’re right.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “You like someone else?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Oh…” He cleared his throat as you went back to his hand. “Uh…so you don’t still love him? Steve, I mean?”

“He was the first person I really loved, Bucky. A part of me will always love him.”

Bucky fingers twitched in your hold, the fingers on his other hand tapping against his thigh. “You know…he loved you too.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“It’s true-”

“He left, James. If he loved me, why would he leave?”

You could feel his hesitation as his next words left his lips. “I-I dunno.” That was a lie. You could hear it in his voice. If there was one person Steve trusted more than you, it was Bucky. Of course he knew.

“Listen, I really don’t want to talk about this-”

“It’s in the notebook.” You bit your lip as Bucky shifted, pulling out the little notebook from his pocket. “He made lists - he liked lists. He made lists of things you said that made him laugh. Songs that reminded him of you. Little quirks you do that he noticed over the years. He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

“James, please-”

“He didn’t want me to let you know. But I had to tell you. You have to know. He loved you.”

You let out a shaky breath as he placed the book on your thigh. You stared at it for a moment, before grabbing it and placing it in his left hand, closing his fingers around it and standing up. “I think…I’m gonna go rest for a bit in the back room. Holler if you need me.”

You didn’t wait for a response, moving quickly to the small back room of the plane which you got dressed in only a couple days ago. It only had one arm chair and instead of a door there was a curtain, but you were fine with that, plopping down in the chair and reclining.

Why? Why would he bring that up? Did he hear more than he said? Was he trying to let you down easy before you could even tell him how you felt? Did he get spooked after dancing? After the almost-kiss?

You never thought of Steve in the wrong. After all he’d done for the world in his life, he deserved to be selfish - to be happy. And Peggy gave him that. But why? Why would he leave if he loved you so dearly? If he really did what Bucky said? He wouldn’t. He’s not cruel. He wouldn’t up and leave, without even saying goodbye, knowing how deeply you loved him and feeling the same about you. This was Steven Grant Rogers for crying out loud! He wouldn’t…right?

But Bucky…he wouldn’t lie to you. He wouldn’t tell you that, especially knowing how much you missed the lovable blonde. And you knew his words held at least some truth. Actions spoke louder than words, and as something Bucky said repeated itself in your mind, you started slipping into a memory, your eyes shutting and your breaths evening out.

“He missed you every time you went on a mission and prayed you’d get back safely.”

The incessant knocking made you groan, shouting that you were coming and mumbling curses. You barely threw open the door before his worried voice hit your ears. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

“Stevie.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes and looking over at the clock on the wall. “Bubs…it’s two in the morning. I just got back, like, an hour ago.”

He shuffled, pink lips in a pout, eyes round and distressed. “I know, honey. I know. I’m sorry. But I heard you got hurt-”

You shook your head, a small giggle of amusement leaving your lips and you lifted your right hand, letting him see the black split holding your ring and pinky fingers. “I jammed my fingers in a door. The doc said I’ll be fully healed in a month at most.”

His eyes darted across your face and down your body, scanning for any more injuries. After glancing at your hands again, they finally landed on your eyes once more. Next thing you knew, you were being held against his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. You hummed softly, running your fingers down his spine, moving the two of you deeper into your apartment so you could shut the door.

“Don’t ever do that again. I gotta have faith in something and if you come home hurt, it’ll be crushed.”

Your eyebrows knit together. At his strange wording. “What’s that mean?”

“It means you have to promise me you’ll stay safe, honey.” He pulled back and held your face between his hands. “Please.”

“I can promise I’ll try my best.” You teased lightly, smiling at him and booping his nose, making him grin, although it was strained. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? We’ll turn on some TV in my room and you can keep me safe while I get much needed sleep.”

That made his grin relax into a real one, his head nodding in agreement. “Sounds perfect.”

“C’mon, bubs.” You took his hand, leading him to your room. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll catch some zzzz’s too.”

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“What the hell was that?”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was gaping at him in utter disbelief, looking from the assassin to the doorway Y/N just walked through. “She needed to know.”

“Buck, she’s been dealing with some shit. And we both know something’s going on that she isn’t telling us. Her “zoning out” isn’t just zoning out, and we know that. She doesn’t need you confusing her even more.”

“Confusing her?”

Sam blinked, his troubled expression falling into a deadpan. “Are you fucking with me? No. There’s no way you’re that naive. Seriously?! Man, c’mon!”

Bucky scrunched up his face. “What?”

“She likes you, man! Everyone knows it!”

The brunette shook his head, forehead creased. “No. No, you heard her, Sam. She’s in love with Steve.”

“Was in love. As in past tense.”

“But-but she said- she likes someone else-”

“Barnes!” Sam threw his hands up, exasperated. “You are someone else!”

“I thought you two were already-”

Bucky pointed warningly at Zemo. “Watch it. Wait, wait-” He turned back to Sam. “But I heard her-”

“Bucky…man…” Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything. I’m not about to break my girl’s trust like that. But you gotta hear me when I tell you she likes you. What do you think almost happened at the party?”

“She - I - it was…an accident?”

Sam spluttered, eyes wide. “An accident? You two grinding and nearly making out was an accident?!”

“Woah! We were not…grinding-”

Zemo hummed. “Hmm…you kind of were.”

Bucky glared at him. “Thin. Fucking. Ice.” He whipped back to Sam. “I just remind her of him.”

“What?! That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! You remind her of Steve? Yes, granted your both dumbasses, but she knows both of you enough to know there’s quite a few big differences.”

“Wilson-”

Sam held up his hand, shutting Bucky up. “You like her. Yes or no.”

Bucky huffed, looking down at the hand she was holding only minutes ago. “Yes.” He finally relented. “Since the first couple months in Wakanda.”

“Steve liked her. Yes or no.”

He ran a hand through his hair, nodding his head. “Yes. Yes he liked her. I wasn’t lying about that.”

“So explain something to me.” Sam crossed his arms. “Why is it that Steve isn’t here, and you are?”

Bucky crossed his arms, brooding - although he’d never admit it - while staring out the window. “Steve…knew. I liked her. And, yes, he loved her, but he also loved Peggy. So he…”

“He told you to take your chance with Y/N, and he went back to be with his first love.”

HYDRA’s former fist nodded with a sigh. “Something like that.”

“You need to tell her.”

“I can’t.”

Sam groaned. “Why not?!”

“Because!” Bucky took a breath, trying not to shout and alert the sleeping girl in the room over, his ears tuning into her slowed heartbeat to make sure she was okay. “Because Steve has her heart, Sam. The whole thing just…I’m jealous of him. Because he got her first. And then I get mad because he didn’t do shit about it. And then I feel guilty because all the shit he put up with for me and here I am complaining…and then I just get…depressed because he’s not here. I used to be the one who fixed his problems. But after I got out…he’s been the one fixing mine. And I just…I don’t know what to do.”

Sam shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I get it. That’s valid. But stop whining and moping around about it. It happened. And you need to get your shit together. If not for your sake, for hers. Because she lost him too. And she’s probably feeling those exact same feelings.”

“But…she’s his girl-”

“No. She’s not. He made his choice.” Sam nodded towards Bucky. “Now you gotta make yours, Buckaroo.”

He shot him a glare. “You can’t call me that.”

“Why not? Y/N calls you that.”

“Y/N has a plan.”

“We both know that’s not true, Buckaroo. Hey! That one rhymed!”

Bucky shook his head with a scowl. “I will beat your ass, Wilson.”

Sam scoffed, shoving Bucky’s head playfully. “Stop being a dumbass and tell her. Buckaroo.”

“That’s it!”

Bucky tackled Sam to the ground, Zemo giving them an amused expression before leaving to talk to Oeznik. They were so wrapped up in their wrestling session, they didn’t notice the woman leaning against the wall, tired eyes barely opened as her eyebrows raised, unimpressed.

“Are you fellas done?’

They both stopped, shooting up when they noticed her. “Doll, I-”

She shook her head. “Don’t, Buck. Not right now. I’m just really tired.”

“Did we wake you?” Sam winced.

She shook her head again, yawning. “No. I just needed to use the restroom.”

Bucky couldn’t help the small smile as she rubbed her eyes, stretching her arms overhead, making that ripped crop top ride higher up. She was too cute. And she didn’t even realize it.

“Sleep well, doll. We’ll try to keep it down.”

She nodded, turning and waving over her shoulder. “You two try getting sleep, too, alright? Goodnight, Sammy.”

“Night, cher.”

“Sweetheart?” She peeked through the curtain, tilting her head slightly. “You know I love you, right?”

A small smile quirked up her lips, but it was sadder than the ones his question usually elicited. “As long as you know I love you.”

He nodded, returning the half-smile. “G’night, doll.”

“Goodnight, Buckaroo.”

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God seeing Marcy in that tank, floating and healing, unconscious… A part of me is relieved as hell, but;

A part of me is still in utter despair. It still hurts to watch; Not only because of what happened, the emotional and mental and PHYSICAL anguish she went through… But also, even if she’s recovering, well, she still WENT through that to begin with, she shouldn’t be in this kind of state, EVER! She’s literally a child and Marcy has gone through unimaginable trauma of multiple forms, and it shouldn’t have happened at all!

She’s not fully safe yet, she’s still by herself, still wounded… Hurting, scarred already- GOD, can you imagine Marcy handling a scar for the rest of her life, of her most traumatic experience!? Dreaming, possibly having nightmares, not even fully aware or realizing that she’s alive- She might think she’s dead, or is in too lucid of a coma-like state to even realize or remember, too lucid to be relieved and given hope. She looks so lonely in there, so forgotten...! So small, but also weirdly peaceful and tranquil, like a dead body resting... It’s bittersweet and leaves me conflict and confused like her. Blissfully unaware... of the pain but also that she’s safe and still alive, so she’s trapped in that terror in a sense. The void- She must FEEL dead and I hate it. That this is the rest from life she wanted all along...

And I’m sad because… Marcy was so afraid of being left behind. Sasha and Anne didn’t even KNOW she was going to leave them, can you believe that?! How they’d have reacted if Marcy told them, but she didn’t trust them, didn’t feel safe enough to admit this first at least? They had no idea that they were about to lose her too, they would’ve found out on Anne’s BIRTHDAY… Marcy was so afraid of being left out, behind, alone from the others, and she kind of was on that day; Anne and Sasha had fun (well mostly Sasha) as they forgot about Marcy, who had to grapple with the worst news of her life all by herself.

Watch Sasha and Anne’s antics, knowing that somewhere out there, Marcy is having a borderline panic attack and feels so incredibly isolated and detached, desperate even- It’s the end of the world for her, while for Sasha and Anne, it’s just goofy antics; The worst thing for Anne is being late to her own birthday, but at least there will be more birthdays, and more times to hang out with her friends. But Marcy…

Now, Marcy is left alone, once again! Because Sasha and Anne… They have company. They have people, REAL friends. And they’ll no doubt reunite and put in the work to stop Andrias. Sasha is going to learn and heal from her mistakes, but Marcy… She’s probably going to float in that tank, all by herself, taken advantage of by Andrias’ master, for who knows how long. Marcy’s going to miss out on so much, the chance to grow and develop and be with her friends against Andrias, because now she’s trapped with them…

Even though Marcy lived… Just. The WAY the show handled it. The complete and utter breakdown. The despair, the terror, the regret… The genuine belief that she was dead, the shock from Marcy and everyone else. It all felt real, and still does, in the moment, that you keep forgetting she lives- Like you’re actually there, reliving the moment as if it were new, each time and feeling the dread alongside everyone else. For a moment, Marcy DID die- And they’ll never forget that. She went through the experience of believing, of feeling she was dead, and for all intents and purposes she was. Marcy shouldn’t have EVER been dead…

We would’ve had to wait who knows HOW long before we got reassurance that Marcy lived, had True Colors aired properly. Even if Marcy lives, that trauma… She’ll NEVER be the same after this, the innocent girl she was, it didn’t grow into someone else- It felt more like it was brutally murdered to make room for another, more mature yet scarred Marcy.

Marcy may not have literally died in True Colors… But it was the death of her innocence. Her spirit, her hope, and dreams and fantasy… The fun, the carefree attitude that every kid is owed; And the trust from her friends, the trust towards others, the belief in herself. Marcy may not be completely dead, but a part of her DID die, irreparably I feel… And I’m just afraid that Marcy is going to return rather late in Season 3, and be forced to catch up on all this growth she missed out, on the time Sasha and Anne had together. Still left out…

But, hopefully they’ll stick with her, to let Marcy know they’re never leaving her behind. But DAMN it sucks that Marcy might not get this full development on-screen, and it just feels so unfair and descriptive of her life, always overlooked and ignored, given the short end of the stick… Barely making through with the bare minimum of a victory, and just being grateful for that! I swear, I NEED to see Season 3 fully delve into Marcy’s recovery from her wound, let her realize she’s alive and still has a chance, fully develop her hope, rekindle friendships with Sasha and Marcy, actual time to do so, at her own pace (mostly)…

Just… let Marcy be here. Let her participate like the rest of the girls, and not be forgotten and sidelined again. NOBODY deserves this, least of all a literal child like her… She just wanted to avoid loneliness. She could’ve learned her lesson without this sort of trauma, so all of it, all of Marcy’s suffering- It’s just pointless and needlessly cruel, and accomplishes nothing but to break her. And she had NO ONE to listen to her, no one who actually cared… So dammit, I want to see Marcy reconcile and vent and admit to Sasha and Anne, and have them listen and forgive her, and let Marcy know that she’s HEARD, all right! I just need some full emotional closure for her, some on-screen, canonical development, inarguably there and described, and not just alluded to or set up in an off-screen epilogue.

And I need Marcy to know that it’s all right. That as she floats, she’s going to be dreaming a lot, and… A lot of her dreams will be nightmares. She won’t wake up for a while, she’ll be trapped in her fears, reliving trauma and isolation and despair, over and over again, not realizing that there’s an end or even that there was ever anything else to begin with. But you’ll wake up soon, Mar-Mar, and it’ll be all right… It wasn’t just a bad dream, a lot of it DID happen- But the rest, Sasha and Anne will fight to make sure it never occurs, no more pain. No more suffering and anguish… They know what happened and they will FIGHT for you this time! They’re here to protect and defend, and you can trust them, rely on them, to come for you in the end… They’ll come back, I promise.

I want to see it- The hope, the glimmer and realization, the new life and invigoration and joy in her eyes, when Marcy first realizes that Anne and the others are coming back for her. I want to see it. And I want her to experience and appreciate this joy by herself, to be left alone with it, without Andrias or his master or anyone else there to ruin it.

...Not too long ago, she was so HAPPY singing with Anne and Sasha. She really thought it’d all be okay and she was looking forward to it, even! I see her in that tank and I want to hold her, cherish her, cuddle and comfort Marcy, and tell her it’s gonna be alright, it’s okay, you’re safe now- And we understand. We still love and forgive you.

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