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lokisremainingsanity · 6 months

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content: bimbo!reader x moonknight, smut, top reader, sub marc, sub steven

"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink!"

~ava!🍓

Your alarm went off near your queen-sized bed, ringing a cute tone that resonated in your huge bedroom. Ever the energetic one, you sprung up and pushed the heavy fluffy fleece blanket off of you and stopped the alarm. You looked over your bed and noticed your sweethearts weren't there.

"Hmm.. They must have come home late last night.." you pouted

Usually, you'd drag them into your room and make them sleep with you. If it was Steven fronting, then that wasn't much of a struggle, he would never reject cuddling with you. Marc, however, was not easily convinced to sleep in your all-pink (with the exception of white and some lilacs) decorated and furnished room. You two had a bit of an argument just a few days ago about that...

"Look, Y/N, I love you, but that color blinds my eyes. I mean I'm gonna start dreaming in pink if I sleep there!"

"I mean... I do dream in pink.." you wandered off.. "But that's not a terrible thing if you do too! Please Marrrrrccc... pretty please with a pink CHANEL CHANCE EAU TENDRE ON THE TOP PLEASEE"

Your manicured hands made their way to his neck as you held him close. Of course, with your hands so close, he could smell the strawberry vanilla Victoria's Secret lotion you rubbed on yourself religiously. Your cute doe eyes and lashes fluttered as you tried to sway him.. just this time.

"please?"

He grunted.

"I'm asking nicely sugar. You know I wouldn't force you but-"

"You tied me with your Hello Kitty ascot to your bed last time-"

You figure moved off him in offense with a scoff, and you put your hands on your hips as you held your head high in defense

"That was only a means to an end-"

"How is holding me hostage in your bed a-"

A manicured finger pushed against his lips

"tututut shhhhh, this conversation is over."

That's when you walked away with your attitude to your room and ranted to your dolls about how men have the audacity to think they're right and you're wrong while doing your nightly skincare routine.

You figured that Marc was the last person fronting after their nightly vigilante business so they must have gone to bed in their room. After you freshened up and brushed your hair out you went running to the boy's room.

"Good morning Sunshine!"

"Love?" Steven groaned out as he squinted his eyes at a blurry pink figure.. you in your tight crop top, mini skirt, and stockings with a bow on the top of your ponytail.

You strolled over to him and jumped right next to him. "Helloo~ I missed you Stevie so *SMOOCH* so *SMOOCH* much *SMOOCH*" you gave him a kiss with every word as you held his jaw and pointed his lips, and he welcomed every single one. "Aw I missed you too Lovie" he laughed and pulled you into his lap while sitting up against the headboard. Your fingers trailed slowly down his jaw to his neck, then his amazingly toned body. Steven laid his head on top of yours and shut his eyes while rubbing your thighs, just staying there to appreciate your weight on him. "My beautiful darling, you feel amazing, could stay here forever..."

"I appreciate the compliment honey, but that will not happen now, you have work! Now get up now because you'll be late otherwise!"

"yes love :( " Steven reluctantly got up with you.

"You know where to meet me" you seductively whispered in his ear before leaving his room giggling happily.

"Hmm.. pink heart or pink bow?" Cue Steven walking opening your door 20 minutes later then closing it behind him. "I..I'm here" he stood in front of the door while he saw you bent over an open pink drawer, looking through your collection of buttplugs.

Yes.

Buttplugs.

You had a treasured pink jeweled collection with various shapes, and every morning you'd put a new one in Steven.

"OOOH! This one's a lip-kiss shape! I put the kitty paw one in you last time, yes?"

"mhmm"

"Then lip-kiss it is! Are you ready honey?"

"Yes... lovie, always ready for you"

"Good boy, now, bend over" You pointed your finger to your pink bed and went around to get behind Steven. He had his full museum uniform on, and you pulled his pants and boxers down altogether.

"Sucha pretty ass, Stevie, all f'me.. all mine." You whispered the dirty words while cupping and rubbing his soft bum but to Steven, they sounded like the words of an angel.

"yesss, I'm yours. Put it in me, please? Mark me yours today" his voice was already shaking.

"Oh? Really?" you asked in a soft but excited tone.

"Yes, please do it"

"Your wish is my command!"

Your hands opened up his bum for you, and you could see his cute star twitching already. Your finger gently circled it, watching it desperately trying to suck you in. After a little playing around with Steven's hole, you decided to finally put the plug right it.

"ohhh thank you, thank you~" he gasped out.

"Oh, don't thank me yet Sugar"

You quickly got up and went back to the drawer, and then you finally got what Steven was asking for, a heart-shaped paddle.

You situated yourself behind him and rubbed your hands over his ass one more time.

"All because you asked..." your smile brightened.

One.. two.. three...

10 spanks later and heart-shaped bruises decorated his ass.

"There you go pretty baby, now you're all ready."

You pulled his pants back normally and helped him up since his legs already got weak from what you've done to him. Steven buried his face in your neck while muffling again "Thank you, I love you"

"I love you too, Stevie. Now c'mon, breakfast is ready, we can eat on the way to your work.

"W-wha? Who's driving and when did you make-"

"Cedric made it for us... and of course he's driving silly." You booped his nose while dragging him downstairs of your mansion. Oh yeah, Cedric, the butler. The boys still haven't gotten used to that part of your lifestyle yet either.

You had a run through town, going shopping for more cute lingerie and more variations of platform heels. You can't ever have too much, can you? You came back home and decided to relax with face masks and curlers in your hair while watching 2000s movies til your sweethearts came back home. Hours passed and soon enough, Cedric dropped off Steven and you rushed to him.

"Hello love- oof" You jumped right into his arms and snuggled into his chest. You lifted your head up and smiled up at him "How was work?"

"Not bad, Donna's been a bit less of a-"

"bother."

"Bitch?"

"...."

"Bitch works too."

You two giggle like idiots while still in each other's embrace.

"C'mon now, dinner's ready, I'm sure my poor baby is starving" "Yes Ma'am."

You two head to your big dining room where Steven had you sit on his lap while you two fed each other.

"-but she got mad when I said that so that daft woman said she'd have me fired?! Just for that!"

"Oh she did not." You gasped out.

It was a routine thing to have Steven tell you all the gossip that happens within the walls of his workplace, which provides perfect bonding time before the boys have to leave again.

"It's not like I hate her, really, but she didn't have to be so extra about my- Steven?" You noticed he zoned out for just a second.

"Ahh.. sorry love, but Marc said it's time to go now. Really sorry."

Of course he had to interrupt while you were talking.

"Oh. No that's okay." You got off his lap and Steven looked at you in pity

"You can continue after we come back, I'd love to hear the rest of it." He told you as he hugged you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"mhmm," you answered him absentmindedly.

"Stay safe."

Once his job for the night was over, Marc opened the window of their bedroom slowly and slipped in quietly. As he turned his back to shut the window, he summoned the suit armor off. He turned around in just his boxers and froze.

"Hey sugar" your sweet voice called out while you sat in his bed with your legs crossed in your pink lingerie set and stockings.

"Uhh, hi.. um wh-what are you doing here...?" His tense body language switched to a nervous mess.

"I can't wait for my handsome man in his bed now?"

"I-no I mean-"

"Come to bed Marc." You ordered him.

He slowly walked to the foot of the bed, and you pointed to the pillows where you wanted him.

Your soft hands pushed against his hard chest to lay him down as you straddled him.

"You've been a bad boy, Marc..."

Your eyes trail down his body where you can see the outline of his cock become more prominent in his boxers. Then they came back up to lock with his eyes.

"Do you agree? Hmm?"

He weakly nodded but your hand held his chin while you ordered him

"Use your words baby."

"Yes," he whimpered, "I've been a bad boy"

"Well, I'm sure it makes perfect sense to punish you. You need to be put back in your place honey. I mean c'mon, insulting my room, fighting with me then interrupting my story?"

"mmhmm, punish me however you want.. i-i deserve it."

You smirked as your hands collected his and you pulled a fabric from behind your back.m

A pink velvet ascot.

Marc's eyes widened slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll have you all tied up and pretty for me. This time, you won't get out." It was obvious how evilly you took pleasure from this.

It was hot, seeing his big hands tied up with the pink fabric while he pathetically looked up at you.

You leaned down, your lips kissing the edge of his. He tried to catch yours but you wouldn't let him. You trailed down his neck and pecs, sucking hickies and licking them after. By the time your lips made contact with Marc's abs, his body was shaking and both his dick and abs were clenching.

"please"

"Oh look who's begging now." You wanted to laugh at his broken voice.

Marc's legs spread immediately after you pulled his boxers off.

You kneeled down and nuzzled his juicy thighs. "You're such a manwhore, Marc. It's so hot." You whispered against his skin.

Marc moaned loudly just to prove your point further. His back arched as you licked and bit at his thighs.

"please please please-"

You suddenly kneeled up and looked down at him, his whole figure now covered in red hickeys and shining with your lipgloss and spit.

Deciding it was enough teasing for now, you went back down and took his tip in your mouth.

"ohhh fuck Y/N"

Your mouth suctioned around his dick, while your hands went down to press against the buttplug still in him. His whole body jerked and Marc whimpered as he adjusted his hips up to let you play with his hole as you liked.

You slowly took out the plug, and you spit on his gaping hole, watching it twitch over nothing. Going back to suck his cock, your fingers now entered him and you fingered him as he shook above you.

"Fuck fuck fuck right there yesss-" Marc's voice cracked and he started crying as he felt his orgasm coming.

"Oh yeah baby? That's your sweet spot right there hmm?" Your fingers pressed against it harder just to tease.

"YES UGH"

Right as Marc was about to orgasm, you pulled your mouth and fingers off him and left him twitching and crying in disappointment.

"Why-why the hell-"

"You didn't think I'd let you off that easy did you?"

"Oh c'mon I was so close Y/N" he whined.

"You're gonna stay still, I'm not done with you." And with that, you got up and left the room, Marc's eyes on your swaying hips til you were out of his field of vision. You quickly ran to your room and opened your beloved toy drawer once more, and this time got your favorite pink vibrator out. Oh Marc's gonna love this

When you came back, you were a little worried to hear whimpers coming from Marc.

"Hey hey, I'm back now baby. No need to cry" You brushed his tears off. "I didn't know you'd come back..." "I wouldn't be that cruel to you Marc." Marc looked at your hands his eyes furrowed, "Is that a-"

"Yep!"

You took your position between his legs again and turned on the vibrator.

"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink" You smirked.

The second the vibrator touched his dick Marc was wailing and twitching. "Fuck Oh shit I-fuuuck" he gasped out, the sensations overwhelming him. Your fingers went back down to his whole, and you massaged his prostate intensely even as his feet started kicking.

"s'too much, god, I'm close please Y/N, oh my- fuck"

"That's it baby" you didn't take off the vibrator as his dick twitched wildly with the rest of his body. Marc's eyes rolled back the same way they would when he was summoning the ritual armor. Long ropes of cum shot out of his cock all over his chest. You gave him a little mercy and took away the vibrator to use your hands to massage his clenched balls this time.

"You look so pretty like this, let it all out for me sugar..." you whispered in awe. After the last of the cum that was in his balls spurt out, his body slumped and his cock lay limply on his stomach. You kneeled over him, slowly licking the mess he made of himself while Marc sighed and shut his eyes. "You did really good for me, that's my good boy" he finally got his kiss on the lips, but he was too tired to even hold you all he could do was pout his lips for you.

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So this juicy post was dedicated to @cosmicblogs

I hope I got the reader's characterization right!

also an ascot is this fabric you tie around neck, like the one barbie wore in the movie!

#moon knight fic #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #sub steven grant #moon knight #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #moon knight smut

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 4 months

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Chapter 3: The Amber Price of Whiskey

She's a badass, she's a lightweight

.... enter one Ava Silva

“Do you have a mirror under there? This is some Vegas magician shit you’re pulling.”

Suzanne peered out the screen door to the patio, where Mary and Shannon sat across from each other, evidently playing cards. A modest pile of beer bottles collected to their left. Mary slammed her cards down on the table.

“I’m just good!” Shannon, tall, fair, and smiling, laid her cards face down onto the table and leaned in with a smile.

Mary huffed and picked up her cards. “Chief? That you in there? Shannon’s cheating at cards again.” She turned back to Shannon. “And what am I, ‘o for seven, ‘o for eighteen now?”

“Stop cheating, Shannon,” called Superion.

“The next time I win, you’re cleaning the fucking toilet is what you’re doing,” Mary muttered.

Just then, a door closed somewhere in the house. Rather than Beatrice, Lilith walked into the kitchen. Lilith was tall and stern, with distinctive cheekbones and a delicate bone structure. It was modelesque in a way that could be intimidating. This wasn’t helped by the most severe case of resting bitch face Suzanne had ever seen—outside of her own, of course.

Lilith greeted her with a nod before opening the fridge. What she was looking for, Superion didn’t know; it was empty but for a beer called Alhambra when she’d just grabbed the water bottle.

Lilith closed the fridge, beer in hand. She nodded towards the whiskey. “I don’t know how you can stand that with no ice.”

“ This is for cooling off,” Superion held up the water. She held up her whiskey in the other, nodded toward it. “This is not.”

“Just drink beer like the rest of us, Chief, and you’ll get both at the same time,” Miguel said, sliding onto the stool next to Superion. He held out his hand toward Lilith and she obliged, tossing a beer across the kitchen. He caught it easily.

“Mmm. But then I’ll have to look like you.”

Just then, Beatrice walked through the living room and into the dining area. She’d caught the tail end of the conversion, so at face value, this was a wild thing to say. Miguel wasn’t Beatrice’s type, but she had eyes. The guy was fit, and not un attractive.

But you know what? Somehow that made it even funnier.

Beatrice continued into the kitchen comfortably, eyes settling on the beat-up yellow YETI cooler at Superion’s feet. On top, it had a dirty piece of duct tape labeled CANTINA in thick sharpie marker. Beatrice grimaced, amused. Almost every unit she’d deployed with had something similar, though the YETI was a step up from the beat up old Igloo held together by duct tape and dreams they’d had in Syria.

Miguel raised his head to look at Beatrice. “And you must be our little Sparrow.”

Mary leaned her chair back to more clearly see from the backyard into the apartment, hand over her brow to shade her eyes. “Hey, if you’re here to fix the air conditioner, it’s right around the corner. Thank you very much. Thank you for your service.”

Ah, ball busting, a tradition as integral to this job as much as any other. Beatrice ignored her and leaned on the back of the sofa. She did, however, fight a smile when she heard a thud followed by a whispered “ What ? I was just fucking with her.”

Superion set down her whisky glass and cleared her throat. “I’ll introduce you to everyone. That out there is my QRF team lead, Shannon. That across from her is Shotgun Mary.” She gestured to the shirtless blond to her right, then to the woman cracking a beer open by slamming it against the counter. “This is Miguel, and that’s Lilith.”

“We’ve met,” said Beatrice to Lilith. She offered a respectful nod toward the fellow Marine. Former Marine? Beatrice never could tell; some people said you could never be a former Marine. Beatrice tended to agree. “Villaumbrosia.”

They’d worked together a couple of times in Kuwait. Lilith was precise, meticulous, and to the point. A bit more abrasive than Beatrice usually preferred in her coworkers, but trustworthy and reliable overall. Lilith returned the nod. “Kline.”

The door shut, and everyone turned to see a short-haired brunette kick off her shoes, grocery bags in hand. “And I’m Camila”

Lilith set her beer down to help Camila with the grocery bags. Mary opened the screen door and came inside, moving counterclockwise around the kitchen bar and gathered crew to get to the fridge.

“Why Shotgun Mary?”

“Take a guess.” Snarky, but alright. Beatrice had earned that. Also, if it was anything like the other nicknames or callsigns, it was probably something incredibly stupid.

“Beatrice, can I get you a beer?” Superion stood and made like she was moving toward the kitchen.

“Just water, please.”

“Water,” sniggered Mary, not enough under her breath to not be a goad. Despite her protests, Camila sent a water bottle Beatrice’s way via air mail. It only narrowly missed Superion as she ducked out of the way.

Much to Beatrice’s relief, she didn’t bobble the bottle at all as she pulled it from the air, smoothly twisting the cap off as she raised it to her lips. Yikes. It was never a good sign when water tasted sweet. She should probably get on the hydration train fairly soon or she would be regretting it tomorrow, drinking today or not. “When do we start?”

“His family keeps an apartment here,” Superion answered, idly twisting her back as she moved around. Beatrice didn’t blame her—she felt stiff from the plane ride too—but each twitch as Suzanne subtly stretched a certain spot implied the woman had an old injury. “We have eyes on it. When she moves, we move.”

“And where does he stay?” Beatrice obviously had said she didn’t have a problem using this woman to get to her father, but it would be infinitely easier if she could just access the target with little to no fuss.

“That’s the million dollar question you’re here to answer.” The reply was provided with some satisfaction, like Superion was sure that she’d made the right choice with Beatrice.

Just then, Mary walked up to Beatrice, face smiling—practically a picture of compassion.

“Let’s see that,” Mary chided, taking the open water bottle directly from Beatrice’s hand and slamming a beer in its place. She looked Beatrice in the eye, set a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t doesn’t get drunk with me. Bottoms up, Babygirl.”

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finnofamerica · 1 year

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The Week Of - Bucky Barnes X Reader || Part 1 || Angst

Summary: As a bridesmaid in your best friend's wedding, you are invited to stay with her during the week of the wedding as everything gets prepared for the big day. Things don't quite go as planned when you discover that you will be bunking with one of the groomsmen.

Word Count: 1,631

Date Posted: 05.29.23

TW: strong language.

Note: This may not actually be that angsty, but I wasn't sure what else to tag it as lol.

|| Masterlist || Request Here || Ask Me Stuff || Part 2 || Requested

Let's get one thing very clear. You hated flying. You hated airports and their crowds. You hated airplanes. You hated these deathtraps on wings that made babies scream and cry until you were so overstimulated that you wanted to claw your ear drums out. Your leg bounced rapidly as you tried desperately to tune out the static, but your headphones just weren’t quite doing it for you.

“Are you some kind of nervous flyer?” The man next to you asked, drawing your attention from where you were staring out the window, dissociating as self-preservation. You pushed back one of the ear cuffs on your headset, the rush of noise making you cringe.

“No,” You snapped, “I just can’t stand the chatter.”

“Damn, I was just trying to make conversation. You didn’t have to snap like that.”

“And you should know better than to try to make conversation with someone clearly wearing headphones.”

The man held his hands up in surrender, and you slid your headset back in place. Ava owed you dinner and some peace and goddamn quiet. You wouldn’t have even been on this damn plane in the first place if it wasn’t for her. She and her stupid fiance Greyson, you wanted to smack the shit out of right now.

Ava was your best friend in the whole world that had moved out of state with Greyson when he’d gotten a job offer that was too good for him to turn down. You’d kept in touch, but you had to admit that you were a little surprised when she asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, given that you wouldn’t be able to participate in a lot of the planning.

The jarring touchdown of the landing gear on the asphalt was as if someone had activated the trash compactor on the Death Star. It felt like the walls were closing in, and you were itching to set your feet on the cheap linoleum that lined the corridors of the airport. Once the airplane door was open, you had your carry-ons in hand, just waiting for your opportunity to join the slow shuffling line to the exit.

However, the stranger in the aisle seat next to you had other plans. He sat calmly in his seat, looking as relaxed as ever, despite your death stares boring holes in his temple. He was certainly in no rush to join the line or clear the way for you to hop past him. Only if murder wasn’t illegal, you had some fun plans for him.

Y/n: I’ve landed, but this fucker in the aisle won't get the fuck out of my way, so I can get off this plane.

Ava: I’m roughly 30 minutes out from the airport. We’ll be leaving soon to pick you up.

Y/n: I appreciate it, but I’d really rather not be at the airport any longer than necessary. Ava: Well, sweetheart, as long as that “fuck” isn’t moving, it looks like you are stuck either way. You’ll be fine. We’ll be there soon.

“After you.” Finally, once you were the last pair on the plan, he moved to let you out of your row. He gave you a faux gentlemanly smile that didn’t reach his silver-blue eyes as he allowed you to exit the jet in front of him.

“Go fuck yourself,” You scoffed as you made your way down the uncomfortably narrow aisle. If you never had to see him again, you’d die a happy woman. Sure that you had lost him long behind you, you made your way down the baggage claim, collecting your suitcase that they had started unloading off the belt to make room for the next arrivals' luggage.

Once outside, you felt like you could take a breath, despite the cloud of cigarette smoke from people lighting up after their long flights.

Ava: I’m five minutes away, just navigating my way to the gate. I got lost and had to loop around again.

You fastened your headphones firmly over your ear, trying to drown out the cacophony of car horns. You rocked on the balls of your feet until a familiar car pulled into view. Ava’s unmistakable VW bus hadn’t changed a bit despite being older than you were.

Ava pulled to a stop in front of you, hopping out of the driver’s seat with a squeal, rushing over to you, arms stretched out for a hug.

“Hugs or no hugs?” She asked, hesitation halting her movements.

“Later hugs,” you offered, “The airport and flight were just too many people, and I’d like to take a break.”

“Okay,” She gave you an understanding smile, dropping her arms and helping you load your bag into the van. You stared at her for a good beat, waiting for her to head back to the driver’s seat and back to her house.

“Are we not going now?” You shuffled, scratching your arm, wondering if you’d missed something.

“I’m just waiting on one more person,” She assured.

Just as you turned to hop in the front passenger seat, you heard the unmistakable voice of your worst nightmare. Today was just not going to be your day. It was the man from your flight. The leather jacket he wore did nothing to hide the built muscles underneath, nor did his well-fitting jeans. You would have thought he was attractive if you didn't despise him.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He cursed. You knew it was meant to be under his breath, but it didn’t stop you from hearing it anyway.

“Bucky!” Ava cooed, wrapping him up in a hug, “How was your flight?”

“It was fine.” he patted her back in assurance, whispering, “Who is that?”

Of course, it was Bucky. The Bucky. Ava told you about James Buchannan Barnes, the other guest she’d have in her home over the course of the next week while they’d prepared everyone for the wedding. Greyson’s friend from the support group for disabled veterans that he used to attend before they moved. The Bucky that Ava and Greyson had always wanted to hook you up with but had never actually met. That Bucky.

The Bucky that you had been a bitch to on your flight.

You turned up your headphones, drowning him out. You weren’t interested in what Bucky had to say about you. You were certain it wouldn’t be anything good anyway. Ava helped him load up into the van before joining you in the front row of seating behind the steering wheel.

Ava made small talk with Bucky the whole way home, leaving you to mess with your pop-it and try to regulate yourself. You ignored them until Ava parked the car in front of a beautiful two-story house you’d only seen in pictures. The entire first floor was open-concept, allowing plenty of room to have a living room and conversation area. With the exception of Greyson’s home office, which was the only separate room on the entire first floor. You knew from Ava’s stories that the house had two guest bedrooms. Once they’d gotten to that point in their relationship, one of them would become a kids' room.

“Well, you are welcome to anything in the house.” Ava smiled, stopping outside of the larger of the two guest rooms, “Oh, and Greyson’s parents arrived late last night, and William & Janine will be staying in the other guest room, so you and Buck have to share.”

Before you had the chance to protest, Ava continued, “You two are grown adults. You’ll be fine sharing for the week. Besides, there is plenty of space in there for the two of you.”

You sighed, the look of defeat evident on your face. You knew you couldn’t afford a hotel for the entire weekend. You led the way into the room, setting your suitcase on the bed. It was a simple room with a large king bed centered on the interior wall. There wasn’t much for decoration, but it was nice nonetheless.

“I call first shower,” you muttered to Bucky, digging through your suitcase to find your shower items to take into the attached bathroom. If you didn’t shower the ‘travel’ off of you, there was no way you’d be able to sleep at night. But you had to shower before your unwanted roommate, or there was no way you’d be getting in a shower. Logically, the hot water heater would refill in about twenty minutes, and you didn’t know how Bucky liked his showers, but either way, if you didn’t shower first, then you weren’t showering. All of the hot water would be gone, and there would be no more left for you.

“Be my guest,” Bucky let out a groan as he sat in the armchair in the corner of the room. He dug out his phone, and you were convinced it was to text Ava and Greyson his private complaints about you. Or, as you hoped, to book a hotel and be out of there asap.

You took as quick of a shower as you could when you had to scrub every inch of your body until you no longer felt like you were covered head to toe in slime. Being around so many people in such tight quarters always made you feel like there was garbage sticking to your entire body. You’d changed into sweats and an oversized t-shirt. You hadn’t expected to be stuck in the same room with someone long enough to be worried about dressing sexy.

“The shower is all yours,” You offered meekly, moving to zip your suitcase back up and set it on the floor. Bucky said nothing but gathered his things and headed to the bathroom himself.

Great, your thoughts echoed. Off to a great start.

Tags: @1deadpool26

#bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel x reader #james bucky barnes

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justalittletomato · 2 years

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Denouement (Seilos x Ava)

@literatureandqueen @gran-maul-seizure @patchiefrog @eyecandyeoz @by-the-primes @stardustbee @storm89 @kimageddon @apocalypticwafflekitten

He was unsure why he agreed to attend this, maybe he should have just agreed to go to the museum before all this. No Ava was stubborn and now here he was getting dressed up for a gala to see Seilos’s artwork.

Danica strides in looking every bit enchanting and exquisite, pearl chains in her hair, a necklace of them about her throat, and the pearl ring Seilos gifted to her on her finger. A soft champagne dress trailed behind her. Just off her shoulders and showing off her soft curves.

“Stars, it's no wonder why he calls you a muse.”

She blushes, “ You like it? Not over the top?”

Seilos glances into the room, “ My you bot- Dancia you look stunning, you look quite handsome Ava”

He knows he does….and yet

Ava knows his blush has escaped his control. He wishes to say the same, Seilos in dress clothes. Sharp and neat and making his heart thrum. Hair up in the intricate braid Ava showed him.

Ava wants nothing more than to carefully help finish off the cufflinks on the suit Seilos fiddles with and maybe grab one of the silk ribbons from his room to add to Seilos’s hair.

But Ava refrains, taking hold of one of Danica’s arm while Seilos takes the other and off the three go.

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As always Danica shyly hides behind Seilos. “They are all staring..”

Ava smiles, “Well how can they not, Seilos you have really outdone yourself with these.”

Portraits are scattered about the gallery of Seilos’s muse. Danica’s gentle beauty is captured in the paintings of apple red, golds, and her famous pearls.

Seilos watched as Ava stared at the paintings for long moments, a flicker of a smile as well as a frown. There was love in the artist’s work, it glowed with it. Seilos loved Dani so….

“Ah so you finally appeared to these.” a voice that makes Ava tense greets, “ Good evening young Ava”

—-

Thrawn was a constant thorn in Ava’s life, more animosity on Ava’s part but well justified the younger will protest.

Here he was once more, more gray hair than black now, and greeting Danica kindly.

Thrawn had a soft spot for the youngest Oppress, a brilliant historian and writer, always learning and open to hearing suggestions. “Had she been in the ascendency maybe even a Aristocra”

Ava had growled at that, the Chiss would not get hold of Dani and Thrawn was fooling himself the Chiss never took well to outsiders…

As time went on, Thrawn had been quite vocal about his dismay towards Danica’s first marriage many of his messages were directed to the boy everyone had been convinced would have married Danica.

“I may lack at times at social aptitude but did you not have affection for her for nearly 14 years?”

“I did not…” Ava lied.

“Then you didn't lose, you were never a contender.”

“She is my best friend….” Ava gritted out

“Friend, but your anger is more of that of a scorned lover as I have been told.”

“No it's not!”

“You cannot be angry you never took the chance…”

“AND I HATE MYSELF FOR IT”

—-

“Ah Seilos, you have again demonstrated your heart’s desire in your works, they are ever so telling.”

Seilos smiles at the compliment when Thrawn gives a sigh, “It leaves you quite vulnerable given your current situation.”

“Thrawn,” Danica warns in her soft voice now edging toward a deep growl.

“I am merely giving my critique, you show your affections in your artwork, I saw some of your older collections you did the same when the subject was your intended, however, the subject was distant and resulted in work that seemed cold,”

Ava stops Thrawn, “ Don't bring that woman up!” he could see Seilo’s smile had faded, memories flooding back.

“But Danica's portraits…she opened up to you, there is warmth, there is love one can say, requited for once….”

Ava puts himself between Thrawn and Seilos.

“How dare you, “ Ava hisses, “how dare you say that to him.”

He loves so deeply and you bring up such painful things?!

“It’s true isnt it? He fled after such rejection when all the signs were there…once more when you Ava returned to Danica’s life. How long until…”

“Thrawn stop it.” Danica bites back, “I will love Seilos for all my days…”

Ava doesn't feel anger, he doesn't feel sorrow that she admits this, he instead feels…

“I cannot name that look, but it is not the one I anticipated,” Thrawn mutters quietly.

Ava takes a step, Seilos grips his hand, “ He isn't wrong.”

“It isn't right! Apologize to Seilos!” Ava demands.

“I thought you hated him…” Thrawn attempts

“No.” Ava whispers, “ I wish I could…I wish I could hate him…”

Seilos drops Ava’s hand, pulling away when Ava attempts to take hold his hand.

Danica tries to comfort Seilos only for the Chiss to again pull away and from them.

“Seilos!” He doesn't look back walking far from the three. Thoughts buzzing and tears stinging.

Ava wished to hate him…Ava wants to hate him…

—

Danica goes about searching other galleries. Ava goes higher up to the observatory, the sound of sobbing in the darkened corners of the room.

“Seilos…”

“Did you wish on countless stars? Beg each night that you could hate me?” Seilos’s braid had come undone and his red eyes were puffy with tears. Everything came flooding back again, the last Chiss he had loved. It hurt so terribly.

“I didn't mean for it to sound as it did,” Ava said regretful.

“Oh you never do,” Seilos’s voice was bitter, “ You never do and I like a fool just stand it.”

A gentle hand to his hair, “ I don’t like change…I wanted to keep things the same. Just Dani and me as always…” Ava moves his hand to brush Seilos’s cheek. “I could never account for someone like you..”

—-

The truth is whispered as the stars flash overhead, whispered in their native tongue. Seilos who had always shown it finally heard it said to him.

Ava started trembling after admitting it. Admitting it over and over to Seilos. “I love you.” Kisses once teasing now heartfelt…

The two Chiss kissed another softly as much as they could.

Everything would change….

For once Ava was happy for it…

—-

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Cast Reveal #1 - Umbrella

Please welcome the Umbrella Tribe, named after the evil pharmaceutical company responsible for the Raccoon City Incident. Tribe color is #881D1B.

Here is the cast:

AVA (23, They/Them)

Hello all! My name is Ava and I am a 23-year old they/them living in the PNW bartending my life away! I've played survivor orgs for about a year now (on and off of course) and the only time I've ever won was a 8-hour long Taylor Swift themed mini and that's the most proud i've ever been of myself. I love music, reading, my cat Broccoli, and food. Can't wait to play this season and meet everyone!

Timezone: PST

Fun Fact: My fun fact is that I've logged over 200 hours of Harvest Moon: One World on my switch

Favorite Media: My favorite piece of media of all time is a toss up between Red (Taylor's Version) (album) or The Secret History by Donna Tart (book)

Favorite Food: I could eat street tacos until I threw up

Expected Placement: 10th or something where I get cut right before merge. Obviously hoping for better but I have low expectations for myself ✊😔

CLEFFORD (20, He/Him)

Good day! I'm Clefford Millos, 20 years old from the Philippines. I'm very kind. Really. I spend most of my time watching films, TV series, and reality shows. I just brought a bike to start making my social life.

Timezone: GMT+8

Fun Fact: I love Mother Earth. I have a very huge interest with the Sun.

Favorite Media: Films

Favorite Food: Apple

Expected Placement: 3rd

EVANGELINA (29, She/Her)

You know the lovable side character in horror movies who lasts three quarters of the film because they're funny, loyal to their friends, and only like 30% stupid? But then they get axed at the climax because funny doesn't translate to physical strength and also they can't handle the stress of utilizing the last brain cell as the group dwindles? That's Evangelina. She's a Latina bookworm from Kansas City who currently makes a living by "helping brilliant but left-brained engineers sound literate." She loves all of the nerd sh*t but must never be asked to do math. When not engaging in fandom or hanging with friends, she works on her own stories under the suspect supervision of her cats.

Timezone: CST

Fun Fact: I collect enamel pins and funky brooches

Favorite Media: Tie between Sailor Moon and the book Circe by Madeline Miller.

Favorite Food: Any iteration of carb + dip would be fine because that combo type owns my soul. At the moment, I'd lean toward pita and hummus but by the time this is revealed, I might make an argument for chips and salsa.

Expected Placement: 15th

HUNTER (18, He/Him)

I'm Hunter <3 Well Obviously you know that. Okay um fuck I'm really bad at these, I'm just Hunter I smile and I shine and I'm usually the youngest. I'm like an avid dance moms watcher and obsession person with it. I think I'm funny sometimes, I think moreso I just say stupid shit, like where the fuck did that come from?

Timezone: PST

Fun Fact: I'm like almost full German <3 idk is that even a good fact?

Favorite Media: Scream Queens. It never fails to make me laugh and it's very good and honestly if your not watching it, than flop af

Favorite Food: Sushi. I'm actually omw to get sushi in like 10 minutes, so should be exciting. I think because It taste's good and is glamourous <3

Expected Placement: 17th <3 Maybe? idk i talk alot so maybe yea

MJ (25, She/Her)

My name is MJ, a business entrepreneur. I’m the lead gift curator at HampersbyMJ, a non-seasonal gift company and also a freelance bridal makeup artiste. My love for adventure is a major highlight of my life. I’m the kind of girl that can quit an engineering career at age 45 because I find drawing and artistry fun and adventurous. That’s why I don’t answer questions like; “where exactly do you see yourself in the next 20years?” I probably might be doing something totally new but so far I’m thriving, I’m good! And yea, I’m a Jesus girl too, a committed believer of Christ, a fun to be with lady, a passionate friend and a spontaneous leader.

Timezone: GMT+1

Fun Fact: A fun fact about me is that I have never lost in a LUDO game 😜😁

Favorite Media: The internet (social media) it’s just a world of its own and I love it here

Favorite Food: Different varieties of rice. It’s friendly, flexible and accommodating 😅😄 I mean who hates rice? I don’t get tired of it.

Expected Placement: This is so funny. For some Weird reason or the other, I’m always coming 2nd in games and competition. But I’ll go for 1st

ZUKISWA (46, She/Her)

I'm a South African mother of two boys and two girls. I'm currently unemployed but I do now and the get jobs to put food on the table. I do a lot of community development work. The most important job I have though is that of Mom.

Timezone: CAT (Central Africa Time)

Fun Fact: I am a crazed Survivor fan. My first born is 26 and my last born is 12, and we are all hooked. I'm told that I'm 46 but I've looked for the years and I can't find them. Truth be told, I'm not even sure if these are really my kids! I'm 30 in my head!

Favorite Media: Is it quirky if I say Survivor? If it is, then Scandal is my second favorite TV Show.

Favorite Food: Pasta. Only because it's easy to cook.

Expected Placement: 1st duh!

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Nothing Lasts – Newt x Paige!Reader (The Death Cure AU) (Part 1)

Gif not mine. Credits to the original owner.

Summary: The story takes place in the Last City, where Newt and the reader, Ava Paige's daughter have built their lives. Reader suspects that Newt may be contracting the Flare. {Requested}

(I'm not good at summaries. Read the ficlet yourself :))

Word count: 2.057

Pairing and other characters mentioned: Newt x Reader, Ava Paige

Warnings: none I can think of

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm on my senior year and math is kicking my ass. Leave some feedback if you liked this, tho, it took me like, three weeks to write. :)

Also, if you wanna be added on the taglist, let me know.

Song recommendation: Look Outside, the World is Ending - Owsey

“Do you think they’ll ever find a cure?”

You reluctantly looked up from the pipette you were holding. “I’d like to believe that,” you answered, your impenetrable tone disclosing you weren’t to talk about this.

This new girl, whose name you didn’t bother memorizing, asked a lot of questions. You couldn’t blame her, though. From what you had heard, she had settled in the City about a month- or so- ago. Yet, she hadn’t been able to enroll in school until the beginning of the current week. This was due to the strict precaution measures. WCKD had to make sure neither she nor any of her family members were contracting the Flare.

“How long have you been living here?”

You wanted her to quit asking questions. You couldn’t concentrate. However, you forced a smile. “Fourteen years,” was all you said. After the Sun Flares, you thought.

The truth was, you had been living in this city, the Last City, for most of your life. You were three years old when the Solar Storms occurred. The aftermath was devastating- your small town became a desert-like wasteland filled with the burnout remains of your house, your school, the movie theatre your parents used to take you to every weekend. Even as a toddler, it broke your heart. And you still ached thinking about it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of your last period. You quickly removed the latex gloves from your hands and tossed them away to realize they were covered in sweat. You grabbed the rubbing alcohol and scrubbed your hands until your skin felt completely dehydrated.

The new girl observed every move you made while quietly collecting her AP Chemistry books from your desk. “Germophobe?” she questioned as if she was joking, yet her expression was neutral. You arched your eyebrow at her. She was clearly clueless about the hygienic protocol of the school.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” she murmured as you exited the lab together and you parted ways.

You hurried down the busy hallway to your locker. All you wanted to do was find Newt and go home. But, oddly enough, he didn’t wait for you by your locker. You simply stood there for a couple of minutes, until you decided to search for him in his last class for the day.

“Hey, have you seen Newt?” you asked Oliver, a friend of Newt’s who didn’t really interact with, but you guessed he was your best chance of finding out where he was.

Oliver shot you a hesitant glance like he was trying to decide if he should tell you or not. “He got sent home by the nurse. He had a headache or something.”

A headache.

At that moment, you swore you felt your heart dropping in your stomach. You tried remaining calm, but Oliver saw the color draining from your face and put a hand on your shoulder- usually, you’d never allow anyone physical contact, but you didn’t react.

“A headache does not necessarily mean he’s infected. It can be just a headache.”

But he’s been getting headaches for over a week now, and they keep getting worse.

But you didn’t say that. Instead, you turned around and left without saying a word.

Oliver called out your name, but you ignored him. You needed to get to your car as soon as possible, so you got to Newt. As you sprinted to the parking lot, a million thoughts crossed your mind- where could he possibly get exposed to the virus, who could have likely transmitted it to him- and most importantly, what were the chances of you contracting it.

His being infected didn’t make enough sense in your mind. You hadn’t been separated a single moment throughout your days for over a year now. Sometimes, not even at nights, because your mother had a deep feeling of sympathy for Newt and couldn’t bear knowing he was alone in this cold, empty apartment on the outskirts of the City.

So, if Newt had somehow gotten infected somewhere, you had gotten infected too. You tried recalling any symptoms you might have been experiencing lately, but there was nothing. Nor fatigue or headaches, or irritability. The thought eased your mind some.

Your Mercedes tires squealed as you made a U-turn and exited the school’s parking lot, ignoring the countless honking horns. **

You fidgeted nervously with the ring on your finger while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. The route to Newt’s apartment wasn’t a long one. But during rush hours, it could take you up to twenty minutes to get there.

Your finger hovered over the call button for a good minute before you finally had enough courage to dial your mother’s number. She probably wouldn’t pick up, but you figured there was a chance she was on her lunch break.

“This is Dr. Ava Paige. Unfortunately, I can’t answer your call right now. Please, leave your message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

You let out a sigh. Leaving a message was an option but not a good one. Newt needed medical attention immediately, and he wouldn’t be able to get it if you didn’t manage to contact her. Going to the hospital as an uninsured citizen to get tested for the Flare was impossible. Newt couldn’t afford it, and his pride wouldn’t allow him to let you pay for it either.

You hadn’t managed to get a hold of her until you reached your destination. You did leave her a voice mail to call you as soon as she heard it.

The door to Newt’s apartment building was squeaky. You were well aware, however, of the fact that nobody would bother to fix it. Not many of the residents were left there, anyway- it was only Newt, an elderly lady and her cat, and a single mother of two boys. For the most part, however, the place seemed utterly abandoned. The corridors lights didn’t turn on anymore, and the elevator didn’t work. You had to turn on your phone’s flashlight to get safely to the fourth floor, where Newt’s apartment was.

For a moment, you remained still in the dimly lit corridor. You felt like time had stopped as you stared at the door opposite Newt’s apartment. His neighbor, a middle-aged man whose name you never asked, was exiled last week. He worked as a guard at the WCKD headquarters, and he had somehow gotten infected. Within two hours, the Government had emptied his whole apartment. You hadn’t paid attention then, the moment it was happening, but now it hit you. This would happen to Newt, too. He’d get exiled, and they’d erase his existence.

You suppressed the thought at the back of your mind, and with every bit of courage you had left, you knocked on his door.

Newt didn’t answer the door on the first knock, the second one, or the third one. By that point, your anxiety had gone through the roof. Using the extra set of keys he had given you for emergencies, you unlocked his door to reveal nothing but darkness.

“Newt?” you called out. If he hadn’t heard you knocking, he had definitely heard you calling out for him. It wasn’t a big apartment, after all- about 30 square meters. Sure enough, you heard the bathroom sink shut off, and a few moments later, Newt appeared in the dark hallway.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was husky as if he had just woken up. Without thinking twice about it, you pulled him in a tight embrace. He hesitated to return the hug, but eventually, he gave in.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. You didn’t know what he was sorry about, but you didn’t ask.

Newt ran his fingers through your hair. He must have been trying to make you sleep. And he’d succeed, if he hadn’t broken the silence.

“You only connect me to this world.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, which made you wonder if he was talking to you or himself. You didn’t know what he meant by that. Thus you didn’t know what to reply to him either. So, to let him know you’re awake, you intertwined your fingers with his.

“It’s weird. I love the sense of aliveness. I feel like I’m walking through the world, but I don’t quite connect.”

He missed the Glade. You had tried denying it over and over, but there was no denying anymore.

There was a long moment of silence.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you, Newt.”

Newt fixated his eyes on you.

There was no hate in them.

But there was no love, either.

There was nothing.

“There’s no need to apologize,” he murmured. “You saved me, Y/N.”

You had indeed saved him. He wouldn’t have survived Phase Two of the Trials had you not pursued your mother to exclude him from the experiments. However, as grateful as Newt could be, he wouldn’t allow himself to forget about the friends he left behind.

The vital difference between him and his friends was that they were immune to the Flare. The experiments were to be conducted on immunes because they had a chance of survival. The ones susceptible to the virus would participate in the Trials solely for observation and die a slow and painful death.

Newt would prefer to become a guinea pig with an expiration date than live a somewhat normal life. And he had hated himself for getting out of it, though he wasn’t really given a choice.

“I know the feeling,” you whispered. Newt arched his eyebrows, which was your cue- you had captivated his attention. “I had always felt like a thin sheet of glass was between me and life. As clearly as I could see it, I couldn’t touch it. I kept scratching, but I couldn’t get in.”

Newt grasped the idea of what you were saying but couldn’t understand the actual meaning of the metaphor.

The truth was, you had been watching him. Throughout the three years he was trapped in the Glade, you had been watching him through the glass, through the screen monitors in the WCKD headquarters. Day by day, you fell for him harder. You had been anticipating for him to get out, and before he even knew it, his fate was determined.

Of course, he had no idea about any of this. And you weren’t planning on telling him.

“Are they alive?” he questioned, a hint of desperation in his voice. You gave him a sad smile. “I don’t know,” you responded truthfully. “I wish I could give you the answers you want. But I really don’t know, Newt.”

He let out a sigh. “You’re a good person, Y/N. I wish your love was real,” he whispered, his eyes not meeting yours anymore.

You blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Newt shot a sitting position on the bed, and the small lamp on his nightstand illuminated his facial features. He was paler than usual.

“You’ve loved me from the beginning, without even knowing me,” he pointed out, “and the reason for that is because you were lonely.”

He wasn’t wrong, but he was missing the point. Newt had been led to believe you loved him because your loneliness had left you no other choice. You were, indeed, suffering from the kind of loneliness that never went away. However, it wasn’t the reason why you fell for him.

You took a shaky breath. “You’re wrong.”

“The trouble I had fitting was putting me into a box with no way out,” you spoke softly. “And I know you felt the same way.”

Newt lit a cigarette. “How would you possibly know that?” he questioned, offering you one. You were silent for a long moment. Your cigarette had almost turned into ashes when you finally replied. “Because you tried killing yourself.”

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love-like-poetry · 2 years

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The Bounty's Truth-Part 1: Hunted

Summary: Ava Killian(OC) has escaped Zygerrian captivity. She is surprised when the bounty hunter Jango Fett has come to collect. Follow Ava as she attempts to escape the dangerous Jango Fett.

This is a 9 part series. Smut will start in Part 3.

Not really any warnings for Part 1. Standard Star Wars Violence.

-15 years before the Battle on Geonosis-

Abafar. Desolate. Dry. Boring. Home to misfits and nobody’s. It’s perfect. Ever since I escaped Zygerrian captivity, this has been my sanctuary.

Of course, the Zygerrian’s put a bounty on my head for taking out a few of their own on my way out, but no one can find me here. Not many know this place even exists. Still, I check The Bounty Guild roster often to see if anyone has taken the puck. It was easy to hack into the bounty guild’s system, they really should get better holo-security. Only one hunter has ever taken the job, a rookie is my guess. They never came close and returned the puck after two weeks. The price on my head isn’t high enough to warrant someone like Cad Bane coming after me. Besides, I doubt the price would even cover the cost of fuel to get out here. 

Working at Kell’s Starship Repair was a decent job. We don’t get a ton of travelers coming through, but it’s enough to keep busy. Most of them wanderers or on the run. That changed today. A Mandalorian was here. I haven’t seen one since I was twelve years old. From his shiny silver and blue armor, I assumed this was the infamous Jango Fett. According to The Bounty Guild records, he always completed a contract. Though I hear he mostly takes direct commissions. He was one of the most ruthless bounty hunters in the galaxy. So why is he on this dust bucket? Surely, no one here had a bounty over 15,000 credits. His class of hunter wouldn’t bother with a bounty under 50,000.

I start to get nervous as I haven’t checked the roster in over 3 weeks. I quickly walked over to Kell’s office. He was a slender and tall Cerean. Covered in scars and burns from his years of being a starship mechanic. “Hey Kell.” I grumbled with a twisted face. “I-I don’t feel so well. I think I might have the flu.” We had a good relationship. He looked after me as if I were his own. The only experience I’ve had resembling a father daughter relationship. I was the best mechanic he had and rarely missed work. Kell looked me up and down. “Fine.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “But Ava, you better be here early tomorrow.” He teased, waving his finger at me with a playful smile. I was always early. “Thanks, Kell, I will.” I didn’t want to look suspicious, so I walked a normal pace to my JG-8 land-speeder.

I arrived at my small apartment. The space was tight, but it had everything I needed. It had tan, textured walls that extended to the ceiling. The floor was basically dirt. I swiftly logged into The Bounty Guild. “Oh no.” I got lightheaded. It’s as if the walls were closing in on me. 60,000 credits. The price on my head is 60,000 credits. How could I be so stupid! I should have been checking this daily. I got too comfortable. 

The Zygarrian’s must have finally figured out I’d stolen valuable data when I fled. The plan was to sell it. But to sell that kind of information, you have to know the right people. I don’t, and I didn’t think it wise to seek them out. The Scomp Link has just been collecting dust, but now it was going to cost me my newfound freedom.

I raced to gather my things, taking the now, very expensive, Scomp Link. I figured someone would come eventually. But I never planned on a Mandalorian. I didn’t expect Jango Fett. He’ll be here any minute. Kell doesn’t know I’m wanted, but honestly, who here isn’t? Either way, he knows a bounty hunter when he sees one. I hope he can stall him for just a moment. Maybe lead him in the wrong direction. I don’t have a lot of time. I head for the door when I see the armored bounty hunter coming this way from the window. 

Dank Farrik. He’s here already? Above the doorway was about a 6-inch ledge to place trinkets, I think it can hold my weight. I climbed above the doorway and got ready to take him by surprise, vibro knife in hand. The door opened. I could see his shadow. My heart beating so loud I swear he can hear it. He takes one step in then stops. He is directly below the ledge. I can see his head move from one end of the small room to the other. My legs are burning from crouching on this small ledge. I can’t help but hold my breath. The bounty hunter stepped back. His shadow faded as I heard retreating footsteps. 

I finally exhale. “I don’t believe it.” I murmur. I stealthily climb back down. Cautiously, I look out the window. I see him walk into the diner across the street. Without hesitating, I snatch my bag and slip out the doorway making my way back to the port. I have to get out of the system. I have a starship, but I’ve been working on the hyperdrive, it would take me too long to get it put back together. Come on think! My eyes glance across the space port. Jango Fett’s got a nice ship. Looks like a Fire spray model. A prisoner/slave transport craft. “Figures.” I scoffed.

Stealing a bounty hunters ship isn’t necessarily the best idea I’ve ever had, but he’s going to have a hard time coming after me without it. By the time he finds it on Jakku, I’ll be on Carlac. Hopefully I’ll have better luck in the snow. I sneak over to my workstation to grab what tools I can. When I turn around, I lock eyes with Kell. He can see the desperation in my face. He gives me a reverent nod. I give one in return. Goodbye old friend.

Once I board the Mandalorian’s ship I swiftly close the ramp behind me. Hot-wiring this shouldn’t take me more than 2 minutes. Once I make my way up to the cockpit, I crawl under the control panel. I do everything by the book. This should be working. Why isn’t this working? I slam my fists into the panel. “Piece of junk!” I yell in frustration. “I’m impressed.” My soul left my body. I felt the warm surge of terror overcome me. I didn’t even hear him come on board. “But this ship doesn’t go anywhere without me. Bio-Tech. Surprised you didn’t notice.” Jango said with a bit of condescension. “Must be new, we don’t have that out here yet.” I said as I sat up cautiously.

I have a compact blaster holstered behind my lower back and a vibro knife in my boot. But he’s JANGO FETT. His blasters aren’t even drawn. He knows I have nowhere to go. “Repair the damage you’ve done, and I’ll bring you in alive.” Says Jango as he slightly tilts his head observing my handiwork. I stared into the visor on his helmet. He is telling the truth. He will take me in alive. My mother was Kiffarian and my father was a human who had force wielding abilities. That’s all my mom would tell me about him. Since my mother had the gift psychometry and my father was force sensitive, I was blessed (or cursed) with veracometry. The unique ability to know when others are being truthful.

“Fine.” I said plainly. “Anything else I can do for you while I’m at it?” I huffed sarcastically. He gave no reply. I slowly repaired what I’d done while weighing my options. I didn’t really have any at the moment. “There. Good as- well not new, but it will do.” I wiped the sweat off my forehead sitting up again. Jango tossed me some binders. “What, don’t you trust me?” I blurted out with a laugh. I can’t see his face, but he was not amused. 

This holding cell has seen many visitors. I certainly won’t be the last. However, I will be one of the few who escape. Fett may have taken my blaster, but he didn’t check my boot for the vibro knife. Being someone who has been in binders’ countless times, I always keep a lock pick in my hair.

I know there isn’t enough fuel to get to Zygerria in one hyperspace jump. Fett has to make another stop to get fuel. That will be my opportunity. Once he makes the jump, I get to work on cutting the wall open so I can reach the control panel. The sound of the hyper drive should be loud enough to cover me. I make a hole large enough to fit one hand through. I look inside and identify the wires I need. I can’t tamper with them yet, not until we land. I carefully place the cut metal back over the exposed wires. Now, all I can do is wait.

I’m jolted awake once we drop out of hyperspace. Kriff, I can’t believe I fell asleep. My hands and stomach start to tingle with nervousness and anticipation. “I can do this. I whisper to myself. Jango Fett comes down from the cockpit and passes the holding cell, “Why don’t you get me something to eat while you’re out there huh?” I sneered. He stopped. I’ve always had a smart mouth. I’m surprised the Zygerrian’s didn’t completely eradicate that from me in conditioning. I never seem to know when to shut up. What if he comes in here and finds I’ve tampered with the wall? Jango deactivates the ray shield, I instinctively step back until I’m against the durasteel wall. It’s unnervingly cold. I brace for whatever is about to come when he tosses me a ration bar. “Oh.. T-Thank you.” I managed to say baffled.

The ray shield goes back up and I hear his heavy boots make their way down the ramp. The strange feeling of gratitude rapidly fades as I shove the ration bar in my pocket. I get the lock pick tucked in my hair. I’m able to free my hands in about 20 seconds. I take the loose piece of metal off the wall, almost fumbling it, then placing it on the bench. I grab the two wires needed and cut them. The sweet sound of circuit failure releases the ray shield. I make my way down the hall when I can see outside. Ugh, Pirates.

“Welcome to Florrum my friend! And how might we be of service, Mandalorian?” An oddly joyful voice exclaimed. “Let me fuel up pirate and I’ll be on my way.” The bounty hunter coldly replied. “There’s no need to be so hasty friend! Come, come let’s see this ship of yours.” Jango pulled out his blasters, one on the charismatic leader, one on a grunt. “Hahaha! Oh, no need for hostility! Besides there are seven of us and one of you, friend.” He said with a slightly more menacing tone. “The odds are not in your favor.” Jango was probably right. Pirates were a sloppy bunch of nerf herders. Undisciplined. But seven to one does seem like a challenge. Even for a Mando. However, this might work to my advantage. I’d rather deal with pirates than Jango Fett, but if I can get away without them knowing I exist, all the better.

“Listen.” Started the lead pirate. “I’m a businessman, just like you. I’m sure we can come to an agreement. What’s your name? I’m Hondo.” The pirate extended his hand as if to shake. Jango didn’t falter. His blasters fixed on his targets. “Hey boss, looks like we have some company!” A voice only feet away from me shouted. Everyone turned their heads to see me peering out from the boarding ramp. I was so focused on the tense interaction I hadn’t noticed the other pirate walking towards me. I looked back at Jango. I don’t need to see his face to know how furious he is. “Let me go about my business and I’ll let you walk away with your li-“ a grunt grabbed Jango from behind holding his arms down while another tried to strip the pistols out of his hands. Fett whipped his head back, violently breaking the pirate’s nose.

While the thug in front of me watched, I made a run for it. He chased after me, tackling me to the ground. I pick up a rock next to me and bash it into the side of his head. I scrambled on my hands and knees to get away. But before I could get up, I was being pulled back by my boot. “Come here you filthy brat! I’m going to..” He was silenced as a blaster shot flew through his skull, forcing him to fall face first into the earth. “Get back on the ship!” Jango demanded as he shot two more pirates. Hondo had retreated behind some crates with the others and started firing. Most of them missing but a few shots bounced off his beskar chest plate. Fear and panic have a way of making you miss. Jango activated his jet pack, making his way back towards some cover while firing back on the gang.

Not heeding the bounty hunters demands, I grabbed the blaster from the dead pirate and sprinted to the hills. Four more of them came down on speeder bikes zipping past me, headed towards the action. The hill was steep, but it was either this or climb down a cliff. As I make my way up, the ground vibrated from the impact of an explosion. I turned around to see a cloud of smoke. I couldn’t hear anymore blaster fire. I think I’ll be finding out soon who came out on top.

I’m clawing at the dirt to help me get up this mountain of a hill. My lungs sting. My fingers are numb. Thighs are burning. I can see the clearing at the top, almost there! A powerful thud hits the ground several feet behind me. “That’s enough.” I can hear the impatience in Jango Fett’s voice. I freeze. This blaster is useless. Only thing I’ll hit is the damn beskar. If I pull a blaster on him, I’m dead anyway. I saw how quickly he can draw. I look at him, then back up to the clearing. Before I had the chance to lift my foot to keep going, a cord wraps around my ankles. My legs are viciously ripped from under me, smacking my mouth into the ground. I flip on my back as he drags me towards him. I grab the vibro knife from my boot and slice the cord. Jango charged at me like a reek. He tackled me with what felt like a thousand pounds, pinning me down on my back.

I was not going to make this easy. I was able to knee him in the side, which was one of the few places not covered in beskar, making him lean slightly back. Giving me just enough space to put both my boots on to his chest plate. With every ounce of strength, I had left in my legs, I thrust the bounty hunter off me, and gravity did the rest. He went sliding down the steep hill. I clamber up the rest of the way until I finally reached the clearing.

One of the pirate’s speeder bikes is about 10 feet away. Drawing on what feels like my will alone, I race towards it. Freedom only a few feet away. Without warning, a missile hits the bike as it bursts into flames. The shock wave sent me flying back. I landed just inches from Jango’s boots. The upside-down T-visor looks blurry. My ears are ringing. “Are you finished?” Fett said sharply while looking down at me.

“Ugghhh.” I groaned, spitting out blood. “Yeah.”

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"Hello." Suddenly comes from Mars' right and she jumps in her spot next to Newt, startled by the voice. The gladers gasp in surprise and look to where the voice came from. Is this one of the Creators speaking? A woman has appeared on one of the bigger screens on the far wall of the room, she has blonde hair and a pale face, but crimson red lips. It's the woman Mars saw in her memory dream, she is sure. The woman is wearing a white coat, as well, which only amplifies the truth of her being the same one Mars saw. She turns her head to look at Thomas and finds him already looking at her. Mars nods at him, seeming to answer his silent question about whether or not she knows who that is. She doesn’t know surely, of course, she doesn’t know what role the woman plays or what’s even her name! But Mars is sure that she knew the woman. Silently, the group of gladers move towards the screen, gathering around it to see and hear anything this woman will say. "My name is Dr Ava Paige. I’m director of operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department.”

Mars and Thomas lock eyes again. WICKED, they both seem to think at the same time, and Mars nods at the boy. So maybe they’ll be getting some answers finally. Maybe. Newt stands next to Mars, still embracing her, thinking what ‘killzone’ and ‘world catastrophe’ could ever mean. His hand squeezes Mars’ arm, and she puts her other hand on top of his.

“If you’re watching this, it means you have succesfully completed the Maze Trials.” Dr Paige informs them, and Mars’ face immediately twists in confusion. Trials? Completed the Maze Trials? “I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you…” her voice sounds unsure, and Mars notices the violent movement behind her on the screen. People suddenly coming in, the scientists rising from their seats at the desks, guns pointed at their heads. What the hell happened here? “But circumstances seem to have prevented it.” Dr Paige concludes, and Mars hears and sees how expected the supposed ‘attack’ or ‘circumstances’ were to the director. Something isn’t right here. “I’m sure by now you must all be very confused… angry… frightened, she counts off and Mars stops herself from snorting again. She’s sure, is she? “I can only assure you, that everything that’s happened to you… everything we’ve done to you, it was all done for a reason.”

Experiments? Hideous creatures called Grievers? A maze? Young boys dying? All for a reason? Must be one hell of a good reason, then.

“You won’t remember, but the Sun has scorched our world.” The doctor continues. “Billions of lives were lost to fire.” A montage of videos that the gladers guess must be collected when the Sun did its damage, plays on the screen under Dr Paige’s face. Burned buildings, broken glass, landscapes of deserts and rock-filled valleys… “Lost to famine, suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse - we called it the Flare.” A video feed of a man, Mars can only suspect it’s some sort of man, appears on screen. His skin is white, but dazzled with dark blue and red lines for where his veins should be hiding under his skin, they’ve come out on top. He’s strained to a bed and some sort of machine lays on top of his head, and the man fights against it, he fights against the doctors that work around him. Or perhaps he’s fighting something else? A close-up of a brain dissection shows up on screen and Mars shivers. She turns half of her face into Newt’s side, the sight on the screen suddenly unbearable. “A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable. Incurable.” A dead note resonates in the woman’s voice. “Or so we thought,” she says easier, “in time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested,” they would give us these… challenges, and puzzles. They were experimenting on us, “even sacrificed,” Alby, Zart, countless others, “inside harsh environments where their brain activity could be studied,” Tommy, you and Teresa are no less lab rats than we are, “all in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different.” If she hadn’t already been looking at the camera, Mars is sure Dr Paige would have done that now. We’re the generation that is immune to the virus? “You may not realize it, but you’re very important,” then why did she put us here, make us go through such horrible stuff? Better not to keep us safe somewhere? “unfortunately, your trials have just begun.”

Mars’ heart drops to her feet, and perhaps even lower. More of this? More of the Maze? She can’t go through that again. Will she lose her memories again? What’s gonna happen to her friends? What’s gonna happen to all of them?

“As you will no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared,” the doctor seems to have given up already, judging by the tone of her voice, “it may be too late for us, for me. But not for you.” She shakes her head, and on her lips appears what could be a small smile. “The outside world awaits. Remember—“ the woman takes a gun in her hands, cocks it and aims it at her temple. Mars gasps, almost crying out, at the quick movement, “—WICKED is good.” She says quite bravely and Mars can’t pull herself to look away from the screen as Dr Paige shoots herself in the head. After she sees the horrible sight, she immediately turns into Newt, holding her arms around him like her life depends on it. She can’t control the sobs and cries that come out of her, can’t stop the tears. What a shocking sight to see. Should they even have seen that? They’re just kids.

Newt is in quite a shock himself, his arm numbly moving over Mars’ back as his mind goes completely blank. He just watched a woman, who is supposedly the head of this whole operation, shoot herself in the head. How could she have done that? Why did she do that? What made her do that? Who are all those people who came into this room? Newt remembers seeing them on the floor now, in the hallway, shot dead. What is this place? Who are these people?

A loud grinding noise, similar to the sound of the Maze Doors opening, interrupts everyone’s thoughts and brings their attention to their left. Two huge stone doors are opening up and revealing a hallway on the other side of them, and everyone comes closer to it. Is this the outside world Dr Paige was talking about? The outside world awaits. Are they supposed to go out there now, with nothing to protect them, no transport, no food, no knowledge of what it’s like out there? Mars is so sure she once knew everything about the world out there, and she curses herself for not being able to break free from the memory erasure. But it’s not really her fault, is it?

Newt stands in front of her, right behind Thomas, as they look towards the opened hallway. “Is it over?” Chuck asks the impending question, and Thomas honestly doesn’t know what to say. A fragment of what the woman said made an imprint on Newt’s mind, he can’t shake it off.

“She said we were… important,” he says quietly, almost saying the sentence as more of a question. Mars nods, returning to that part of the woman’s speech, and thinking on it. How important are they? What are they supposed to do with their importance? What’s out there?

“What are we supposed to do now?” Mars speaks up, and looks to Thomas as she does. He’s the one they all must look to now, she feels. He’s become their leader. But Thomas shakes his head, finding himself at a loss for any plan of action. Too many thoughts are clouding his mind at the moment. They were experimented on, all of this was just an experiment. Pain, loss, death, confusion… They soaked it all up, watched them go through it, just to make some notes in their little pads. Everything was a lie. He can’t imagine what the other gladers, who were at the Glade much longer than he was, must be feeling.

“I don’t know,” Thomas whispers, “let’s get out of here.” Be it his claustrophobia, his urge to run or the thought to do what’s right and safest for them all, Thomas knows they have to leave this place first, before they do anything else. But he’s suspicious of Dr Paige, he’s suspicious of what might await them through that door at the far end of this hallway. He doesn’t know whether to trust her or not. But he’s deemed WICKED as his enemy, as all of their enemy, because they surely are. After everything they put them through? Maybe what she said about the world, the sun, the virus, is all just lies. They have to see for themselves.

Thomas moves his foot forwards, first step to freedom, but a booming, growled “No!” freezes him and the other gladers in their step. Everyone immediately turns to face whoever the voice belongs to, and their eyes land on Gally. He’s standing stout just a few feet away from them, his face dirty and tear-stained.

“Gally?” Thomas moves to walk over to the boy, but Teresa puts a hand on his chest, stopping him. Newt protectively moves in front of Mars again. Gally looks out of sorts, and Newt won’t let him hurt Mars, if it comes down to that.

“Don’t,” Teresa says and then her voice drops down to a whisper, “he’s been Stung.” The words are heavy as they leave her lips, and make the gladers gasp. Mars’ eyes travel over the boy, who certainly looks dishevelled. How did he even get here? How could he have known the code to the exit door? In one hand Gally holds a gun, no doubt taken from one of the murdered guards here, and in the other is a stinger from a Griever that he drops to the floor, as if echoing what Teresa said. Thomas licks his lips, a worried look on his face.

“We can’t leave.” Gally says, his voice full of the tears he’s cried and is currently crying still.

“We did, Gally,” Thomas slowly steps towards the stung boy, “we’re out. We’re free.” Thomas tells him, but the last word really upsets Gally.

“Free?” He echoes. “You think we’re free out there?” Gally raises the gun in his hand in front of him, aiming it at Thomas and the other gladers. They all gasp and draw back. Newt’s arms lock around Mars from in front of her, he uses his torso as a shield for her, she can’t see past him. And maybe she shouldn’t, anyway. Mars looks to her left and sees Minho gripping the spear in his right hand, his knuckles turning white. She eyes Minho’s face carefully, and she notices that he looks like he’ll burst into action at any minute. She shakes her head. “No, there’s no escape from this place.”

“Gally, listen to me,” Thomas pleads again, braver than his friends to face their enemy with a gun. Thomas raises his hands up defensively in front of his face, “you’re not thinking straight.” Thomas feels like he’s literally threading on thin ice right now. “You’re not. Now, we can help you. Just put down the gun.” He requests in a soft voice. Gally looks straight at him.

“I belong to the Maze.” Gally stoically states.

“Just… put down the gun, Gally,” Thomas requests again.

“We all do.” Gally says, and pulls the trigger of the gun with his finger. Mars crouches into herself, into Newt, her hands covering her ears at the loud noise, and at the same time sees Minho throwing the spear in Gally’s direction. Shouts and gasps echo around the room, the gladers all drew back and are now watching the aftermath unfold. The gun drops from Gally’s hand to the floor, the spear that Minho threw made a home in Gally’s chest, right where his heart should be, paralysing any and all of his muscles and nerves. He falls down to his knees first. But where did the bullet go?

“Thomas…” comes a squeak from Chuck as the boy feels strange waves of hot and cold surging through his body. They seem to come from a certain spot in his stomach. Everyone turns to look at Chuck, and they miss him as the boy collapses to the floor in Thomas’ arms. Mars draws in a sharp gasp at the sight of blood spreading from a circular wound in Chuck’s stomach. Her hand covers her mouth to silence her gasps and sobs. She holds onto Newt, watching as Thomas cradles Chuck.

“Oh, shit, shit,” Thomas curses to himself, his shaking hands rake over Chuck’s wounded torso, “look at me, look at me!” He cradles the boy’s face. “Chuck, look at me, all right?” What can Thomas do? What can any of them do? Are there any Med-Jacks left? Mars looks around, but sees neither Clint or Jeff in the group with them. Shit… there’s no one around to help Chuck, or help the gladers help Chuck. They have no medical equipment to treat him with, no bed to lay him in. “I got you, buddy, just hang on. It’s okay.” Thomas assures him with what Mars thinks is just false hope. But Thomas is convinced he’ll help Chuck, he’s convinced he’ll get him out of here, get him better, take him to his parents.

The young boy takes something out of his shirt’s pocket, his breaths ragged and coming out in hiccups, and he gives it to Thomas. Mars isn’t close enough to see what it is, but she can tell it’s important. Chuck holds a frozen, terrified look on his face. The boy is so afraid of dying. “Thomas, Thomas…” he calls to his friend, to his big brother of sorts, and it breaks Mars’ heart. She nuzzles her face into Newt’s chest, not being able to watch it anymore.

“No, Chuck?” It’s audible in Thomas’ voice that he’s started to cry. “You’re gonna give it to them yourself. Remember? I told you that.” He tries to tell the boy, but Chuck’s ears must be ringing and surging with all the blood he’s losing.

“Take it.” Chuck pleads in a quiet squeak. But Thomas shakes his head. Mars dares to look at the two in anguish. “Thank you. Thank you.” Chuck tells Thomas in a whisper, but it echoes throughout the room loudly, as there’s nothing else making noises in the room. Chuck draws in a wheezing breath, and then makes a small, quiet exhale before his head and whole body goes limp in Thomas’ arms. No glader seems to be breathing anymore. Any sign of life fades from Chuck’s face, and they all know what’s happened.

“No, Chuck, you’re…” Thomas gently shakes the boy’s shoulders, but then a certain look passes over his face. His lips drop to a frown, his eyes widen and his breath seems to stop. Teresa, kneeling on Chuck’s other side, presses her lips together and squeezes her eyes shut. Tears flow down like rivers down her cheeks. Newt tears up, his hand covering half his face as he realises what’s happened. He squeezes Mars closer to him with the arm around her shoulders. Chuck is gone. “Chuck, come on… come on, wake up!” Thomas begs in a heartbreaking wail. Mars can’t hold her tears in anymore, and lets them fall onto Newt’s shirt, she clings to him dearly. “Damn it!” Thomas screams, his frustrations, regrets and anger mostly towards WICKED audible in that scream. If he hadn’t brought Chuck here, the boy wouldn’t have died. “I’m sorry…” Thomas’ head drops on Chuck’s chest as he cries in loud whines. “God damn it! We made it, come on!”

To everyone’s surprise, the door at the end of the mysterious hallway opens up, pouring light into the facility the galders are in, and people in soldier uniforms, much like the ones the dead bodies around here are wearing, run through it, holding guns before them. Mars wipes away her tears and looks at the people. They have masks over their faces, she doesn’t know if she knows any of them. “Everyone, come with us! We’re leaving now!” One of the men commands the kids. Are they the good guys? Mars thinks. But she decides that, if they want to get them out of here, they probably are the good guys. They couldn’t be WICKED if they want to rescue them.

Teresa shakes Thomas’ shoulder, calling out his name, but the boy doesn’t budge. He still holds onto Chuck’s body, hopelessly begging for him to get up, but to no avail. Newt knows Thomas will get out with them, sooner or later, he knows Thomas will do the right thing, so he holds tightly onto Mars’ arm and heads towards the exit, guided by one of the rescuing men. They jog after the soldier, as they seem to be in a sudden rush, and as soon as they’re outside, the light of a thousand suns pierces their eyes, as well as sand rushes straight at them. Sand flies through the air with the rough wind, making Mars close her mouth and eyes immediately and throw one of her arms over her face.

“Come on, come on, this way!” The man shouts, leading them outside in a straight line towards a helicopter. Newt, with his hurting limp, lets Mars run in front of him, he still holds onto her by her waist and hand. They don’t even have time to look around, to examine where they are, they follow the men who are piling them into the helicopter fast. But Mars can tell that they’re in some sort of wide, open space. Is this the real world? Winston and Frypan run in front of Newt and Mars, and Newt looks over his shoulder in search of Minho and Thomas, and he sees only Minho for now, running right behind them, Teresa is right behind Minho. Newt is sure Thomas will be with them shortly.

The floor of the helicopter is harsh and cold, but it’s covered in old blankets and fishing nets that Mars guesses is for their comfort. Newt and her quickly find their place to sit in a corner, right beside a window, so they sit with their backs against a wall, their knees bent in front of them. Mars immediately wraps both of her arms around Newt, pulling him as close to her as possible. She can’t imagine what Thomas feels about losing Chuck, losing someone he’d grown close to just over a month’s time, and in such a harsh way. She can’t imagine what it would be like for her to lose Newt. Granted, she’s known him for only a few days, not even a week, but the bond that’s been born between them is like no other.

Mars watches the wind throwing sand in all directions just outside the window she’s closest to. The sun is ever-so-bright. Is that normal? What stretches out beyond the glass shield is just sand dunes and an endless desert. What is this place, where are they? Where will these people take them? Mars looks around at the other gladers gathered in the helicopter, her eyes shyly flicking from one person to the other, her nervous glance partly hidden by her cheek squished against her arm and Newt’s side. Teresa, Frypan, Minho, Winston and a few others are all here, the group made it. She looks to the open door of the helicopter, and sees Thomas being dragged towards them. He’s given up fighting against the men or fighting to stay with Chuck, his arms and legs limp. She can’t see his face, but she can only guess the look of defeat and hurt is all over it. The men gently help him get inside the helicopter, and Thomas lands to sit right next to Newt. An empty look is in his eyes, as is no doubt in everyone else’s. Mars sees that Thomas holds onto the small thing Chuck gave to him, it dirty with dried blood. Thomas’ hands are coated with the same substance.

Newt pats Thomas’ shoulder and continues sincerely holding onto Mars, the draped arm over her shoulders squeezing her tighter. He sniffles, and they both watch the view through the window of the helicopter as the doors finally close, and the noise of the vehicle is silenced a bit. The engine starts to rev and the helicopter slowly rises from the sandy ground. One of the men of the rescue group sit in the corner across from Mars, and he takes off his mask. Looking upon him, Mars doesn’t recognise him. But he smiles at them. “Relax, kids,” the man says, “everything’s gonna change.”

No one speaks for a long while. The gladers are processing everything they’ve seen, everything they’ve heard and learned, everything they’ve been through. All of them have tears in their eyes, most of them are surely crying. As the helicopter rises higher and higher above the ground, the huge stone walls of the Maze come into view through the windows of the left side. Mars is the first to scramble towards it, wanting to see every inch, curious and fearful at the same time, and she gasps at the sight. The Maze is much bigger than she ever could have thought, and she sees hatches, as well as gears and tubes covering the outsides and tops of its walls.

The others gather beside and behind her to see the Maze, too. And they realise all at once that it’s all been just a lie, just a test, just an experiment. And they’ve been the rats. The subjects. Thomas gulps, more tears falling from his eyes. Teresa lands back in her seat heavily, her breath seemingly knocked out of her chest. Mars returns to her previously taken place and waits for Newt, as well, but he takes a longer while at the window, watching the Maze and Glade both from above. He locks eyes with Minho, and sees that he’s thinking the exact same thing. The Maze was just built for them. It’s not the whole world. Besides, there’s another Maze right next to it. And another. A series of four Mazes stretch out among the sand dunes. Minho puts his hand on Newt’s back, knowing what he’s thinking, knowing what he’s feeling. He knows Newt the best, and is feeling much of the same things that he is.

Lies.

Newt slowly returns to his place between Thomas and Mars. A deep, hollow look fills his eyes as he blandly embraces Mars again and leans on her in a soft manner.

All lies. Just a set up. Is anything real? Is Mars real, is Minho real? Is Thomas real? Are they really his friends? What about Gally? And Alby? What were the Grievers? What about the boys who died? What did they die for?

“We’ll take you kids to Base, it’ll take a couple hours,” the man who smiled at them informs them now, looking over each of the gladers. Mars can tell that just like her, they don’t trust this man, or don’t know if they can, and they eye him suspiciously in accord, “you can rest up while we fly.”

You can rest, echoes in Mars’ ears as she still keeps looking at the view outside the window. They’re now flying over fallen skyscrapers and shorter buildings, fallen and ruined towers, half-deep in sand. Is this the world they worn born into? Maybe this is some kind of illusion WICKED has made them see? Endless miles of just sand-covered ground, of sand dunes, lays past the fallen city. She almost can’t believe her eyes.

She doesn’t know which thing out of the million is more shocking to her now. That the world is like this, probably most of it? The fact that the Maze and Glade were built for some experiment they were all of a part of? Maybe the part of her, Thomas and Teresa helping WICKED build it, and make the experiment? Or maybe the fact that there’s a deadly, incurable virus out in the world, killing each and all inhabitants one by one? Maybe it’s Chuck’s death? He was so young, younger than the others, Mars is sure. He didn’t deserve to die, and certainly not like that. He should have had a normal life, should have met or at least remembered his parents, should have actually escaped the Maze. And Gally? The fact that he was ready to shoot Thomas or anyone else, just to prove his point?

With a tearful face and a racing mind, Mars’ head not able to take anything in anymore, she lets her head fall into Newt’s chest as she loses consciousness and the will to stay awake longer. Sleep welcomes her like an old friend, and she drifts off to another memory dream. Newt feels the soft thud of her skull against his shirt-covered chest and looks down at her, the movement bringing him out of his daze of confusion and loss. He musters a smile at the sight of her sleeping, and he lays his hand on the side of her head, cradling it gently. He lets the back of his head rest against the wall behind him, and as he watches the slowly moving landscape outside, his eyes and brain both start to get tired and it’s not long before Newt is asleep himself.

Pain. So much pain, and everywhere. The smell of something burnt, exhaustion. Headache, migraine. Pain everywhere. “Now,” comes the voice that you’d think would draw the pain out, but it only amplifies every bad feeling in her body. The voice is like a walking headache, slipping inside every ear that can hear it, “what is your name?”

A puff. She manages to focus her eyes in front of her. A metal desk, her hands cuffed with metal links. Handcuffs. Those are called handcuffs. What is your name, what is your name, what is your name. The man and his voice are far away and too close at the same time. “Mars…” she says in a quiet sigh, so quiet that the man didn’t hear her.

“What? Speak up, please, young lady,” the man requests. His personality and over-all behavior are both evident in just his voice. Mars is sure she’d recognise him from a million miles away.

“My name…” she says between heavy breaths, “is Mars.” The man rolls his eyes, and suddenly, black and white spots and splashes blind her vision as jolts and jolts of electricity crackle all over her body from her left side, right under her armpit. It burns! It stings! It hurts so bad! “Stop!” She manages to scream out between her body spasms. She collapses onto the table, next thing she knows she’s writhing around in her seat. Pain, so much pain, everywhere, all at the same time. It’s like all her nerves and muscles are made electrified at once, and they want to break out from beneath her skin and muscle restraints.

“Now, let’s do this again,” the man says, and suddenly a name comes into Mars’ mind in association with the voice. Will Jansen. Assistant Director Jansen. Security Director Jansen. Rat-Man, “what is your name?”

“You can…” she winces at her movements, “you can electrocute me all you want, Ratty. I know my name, and I’ll remember it for as long as I live.” She tells him and finally falls with her back against the chair’s back support, finding some small percentage of comfort in that position. Mars locks her eyes with the man sitting in front of her, and tries to transpond as much anger into her glare at him as she can. “My name is Mars. And I won’t be of any use to you electrocuted to death or made catatonic. I promise.” She flashes him a sarcastic smile.

The signature rat-like grin stretches Jansen’s lips subtly and he snickers. Mars thinks it might just be the ugliest facial expression she’s seen on a person in all her life. Jansen shakes his head. “You’re no use to us anymore, anyway,” he says with a casual shrug, and Mars’ heart—if it’s still beating—drops to the pit of her stomach, and seems to fall even lower, “so your promise goes to waste. Mars is not your name. Mars is the name of one of the planets in the Solar System. Can you tell me anything you remember about the planet? Why do you think your name is Mars?” His face grows serious again, and he squints his small, dark eyes at Mars again.

She sighs, rolling her eyes over. “I can ramble about every known and discovered planet in the Universe for hours, each of them,” she admits, “but that’s not what I’m here for.” Her foot comes across the center leg of the table. “Is it?” Mars’ eyes flick up to Jansen’s again.

“I would call you a clever girl,” he tells her, “but since you can’t even tell me your actual name, I will pass on the opportunity.” He says and nods at the guard standing behind Mars, and he sends off jolts and spikes of electricity over her body once again, only this time, through her right side. Mars screams out in pain, screams as loud as she can, hoping that anyone with an actual brain could hear her here, wherever she is, and come rescure her from this moron. “I imagine how hard that hurts,” he tells her with a fake pouted lip, and Mars sends him an even angrier glare, “it would stop if you would just tell the truth.”

Mars actually laughs at that choice of words, even though it hurts almost all muscles in her body to do so. She locks her hands together on the table and leans forward, her back hunched over. Mars’ lungs are barely operating, so is her brain. But they won’t fry it. Jansen doesn’t know how strong and willful her mind is. It will stay intact, no matter what they do to her. The only thing they could do to weaken it is cut it out and off from source of life, but thankfully, Jansen doesn’t know that. “The truth…” Mars grumbles in her croak of a voice and shakes her head, “there’s no such thing as the truth.” She says and chuckles to herself again. “Not here, anyway. All that’s here is… lies and secrets.” Mars shakes her head. “I won’t be a part of it.”

Jansen’s facial expression immediately changes, as if a switch had been flicked, and he stands up. “Fine.” He says and bunches up Mars’ hair in his fist before hitting her face-first against the table, splintering her nose with blood gushing everywhere. Mars yelps out and then lays on the table, partly concussed, sure that her actual skull is cracked in two, but she doesn’t get a moment of rest or recharge, because the guard is forcing his electrocuter into her side again—this time, she can tell, they’ve amplified the power of the weapon—and she positively loses consciousness and any sense of the world around her.

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Nina's Playlist

Link: Exotic Purity

Good Girls by 5SOS

“Well, she's a good girl, a straight “A” student. She's really into all that self-improvement. I swear she lives in that library... She's not reading books!”

Monster by Paramore

“I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching. Call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims.”

Monsoon (2020) by Tokio Hotel

“A half moon's fading from my sight. I see your vision in its light but now it's gonе and left me so alone... Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?”

Downtown by Allie X

“I thought if you had a piece of me I could keep the other 2 or 3. But now that's not how it works.”

White Lies by Vize & Tokio Hotel

“Don't know where to go, I don't even know. I've been telling you white lies so you would stay. I don't wanna make you cry, stay here by my side. Only big white lies to get by.”

crushcrushcrush by Paramore

“If you want to play it like a game, well, come on, let's play. 'Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minute.”

Transparent Soul by Willow

“No one's brave enough to take the fall, right? But it's all your fault, why you actin' like it's alright?”

Sweet but Psycho by Ava Max

“"Grab a cop gun" kinda crazy. She's poison but tasty. People say, "Run, don't walk away", 'cause she's sweet but a psycho. A little bit psycho. At night she's screamin' "I'm out my mind".”

Domino by Jessie J

“Rock my world into the sunlight, make this dream the best I've ever known. Dirty dancing in the moonlight. Take me down like I'm a domino.”

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

“Tell me if I won. If I did, what's my prize? I just wanna play with you too. Even if they judge, fuck it, I'll do the time. I just wanna have some fun with you.”

Smile by Avril Lavigne

“It's been a while since every day and everything has felt this right. And now you turn it all around and suddenly you're all I need. The reason why I smile.”

Did You Miss Me by The Veronicas

“Back with a vengeance... All you motherfuckers got it wrong. I'm the villain, I'm the one.”

Weapon by Against The Current

“Another sleepless night staring through the ceiling, wondering how could I calm my head. 'Cause I see red, my blood is boiling and it shows.”

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I posted 2,837 times in 2021

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#and cíara cíara cíara!! fun fact about me: i'm really good with puppets and doing that stuff (cannot tell you how many hand puppets i have)

My Top Posts in 2021

buying a wedding ring and hiding it in your closet, almost exposing yourself because you can't act normal around your partner for Rheese because PLEASE

buying a wedding ring and hiding it in your closet, almost exposing yourself because you can't act normal around your partner

This is my last drabble for tonight... And I had to end the evening with one for cíara ESPECIALLY as it's Rheese!!! Plus I need to get into the mood for my planned medtober fic(s)

Enjoy!!!

"Connor! I'm home!"

Connor is staring at the engagement ring-- nothing too flashy, something modest and perfect for Sarah-- he had just collected at the store today, when his hopefully soon to be fiancée comes home.

She's home early, Connor immediately thinks, panicking.

As a surgeon, he's usually calm and collected-- even in the most rocky moments of his life he tends to stay calmer than others do. Sarah tells him he keeps her anxieties grounded.

But now he panics, feeling it rise quicker than anything. He can hear Sarah's footsteps, fast approaching their bedroom and he spins around, trying to find a place to hide it in.

"Connor? You in here?" Sarah's voice rings out from right outside the door and in a fit of panic and urgency, Connor tosses the ring into the closest. It feels too precious of a thing to throw like that, and he cringes inwardly, but not a second later Sarah walks into the room and he knows he made the right choice too.

"Hey," He greets her, trying to appear calm and relaxed. He moves over to her, gently taking her into his arms and kissing her forehead before laying a gentle kiss on her lips. She tastes like her coffee beans, and he immediately wants to deepen the kiss and just immerse himself in the taste of her.

Sarah has over ideas as after briefly kissing him back, she pulls back and goes to head over to the closet. The panic rises in Connor's chest again and he practically leaps, throwing his body against the closet door to stop he from opening it.

Sarah looks at him like he's got two heads. "What are you doing?"

"I-- you can't go in there." It's not the best excuse, not even close.

"Why not? I want to change out my work clothes."

"Uh..." He really should've thought this through. He can just imagine the teasing Will and Ava will give him if he tells them about this.

To Sarah's credit, she does wait a while to let him speak. But when he doesn't, she sighs, and tries to push past him. "Let me open it."

Connor leans back more firmly, stopping her attempts.

"What is up with you? Do I need to psych evaluate you Doctor Rhodes?" Sarah gives him a serious look, but there's a playful sparkle in her eye.

"I..." Connor opens and closes his mouth like a goldfish. "I'm planning a surprise. There's a present in there for you."

At that, Sarah's eyes light up. Present giving was a learning point for both of them. With both of their families using money as a way to show affection, it was hard to learn that gift giving can be thoughtful an sweet. But nearly four years into the relationship, they had gotten the groove of it.

"It's a surprise, so go into the living room. I'll bring it out." Sarah does as he asks, giving him a smile as she leaves.

Once she's gone, he opens up the closet and fishes out the ring box. Then, he quickly stores it on one of his socks at the back of the drawer, thankful that when he was out today he picked up a present for her-- a cuddly owl toy, because she's his cute night owl, staying up half the night-- and so his proposal will go unspoilt.

Until the weekend, that is.

42 notes • Posted 2021-09-17 21:35:59 GMT

I'm SO in my Stella Kidd feels today so I'm just gonna scream in appreciation about her, and about how amazing the evolution of stellaride and Kelly has been, but before I make a different post on that, I really need to express just how brilliant this whole storyline has been and that even if it's made her a "bad friend", it's so good it's NECESSARY and WORTH being a "bad friend"

First, this fandom is so amazing and lovely and it's such a breathe of fresh air and I LOVE how that one anon in Sky's ask just immediately got everyone screaming in Stella Kidd appreciation, like I truly love that for us.

Second, I do have issues with how Chicago Fire-- and one chicago in general-- handles their poc. I mean CF does it much better than the other two, but there's still issues I have, but I'm not going to touch upon them, bc this is an appreciation post and because I TRULY adore how they've given this storyline to Stella this season and how they did it.

Like, some people may hate that they're not just focusing on her, as a good firefighter, going into the journey to becoming a Lieutenant, but that they're making it about a woc becoming one, but I seriously adore that. Because as a woc, we don't have the luxury to be just a person, we'll always be seen as a woc. And as much in some circumstances that truly sucks, in others it's needed, because everything we do, everything that made us us was through those lenses, and it makes us more heightened to stuff, that we see and notice things others just don't.

So Stella will always make choices and decisions as a Lieutenant through those lenses. And to make the storyline not just about someone becoming an officer who just happens to be a woc, but instead making that a center focus is something SO amazing bc I think sometimes people get caught up in that we don't want to be defined as just woc that they ignore that it's still such a huge part of us and the way we exist in this world.

Third, and onto the main point of this post: I LOVE how they evolved this storyline. Like how Boden's been such a big part of it, especially because Stella never was someone who's ever believed she's the kind of person who should be aiming high, never had anyone tell her she should. And I love how it wasn't someone like Matt or Kelly, someone white, but Boden. Especially that scene when he showed her the photo of the first black firefighter station, that he appealed to her to be a lieutenant not just because of her amazing skills, but because the CFD needs more woc with those skills.

And I love how much girls on fire has been part of this journey for her. Like I've seen people criticise that we haven't seen her do much incredible things out in the field (which, uh, I don't buy into bc we absolutely have) but like... being an officer, especially in this day, isn't just about how you operate in the field but how you guide. Being a lieutenant means you need to be able to lead, and girls on fire shows she can, alongside all her field work.

Plus, season eight was all about showing her off in field, this season is showing exactly how incredible she's going to be in all areas of being a lieutenant. The fact that you have to have the right demeanour, that you need to make the people under you feel comfortable confiding in you, that they trust you, that you will be their guide. That you have to be comfortable talking to the people above you, arguing for what you think will help your team.

And they've shown that Stella can ABSOLUTELY do this.

I also really love how they've shown what she needs from Kelly. That she just needs him to support her from the sides, because she doesn't need him to hold her hand, guide her, just needs to know he's standing there, proudly, watching her shine. Because she doesn't need help, but she's perfectly qualified and able in her own right, without him. But she's still human, so she still needs her partner to be her cheerleader, to help get keep her self doubts at bay, because that's the one thing she can't do herself.

And I love how they've used Boden. Especially because when as a poc you're finally realising your worth, all that encouragement and appreciation for who you are, it means SO much more coming from a role model who's also a poc.

And I love how they've shown when he encouraged her, when he stood back and let her process things, how that when he's complimented her efforts it's not just out of no where, not just making her feel happy, it's when he truly thinks she deserves it.

Also. I know some people didn't exactly like her meeting her CFD role model, but I LOVE that they did that because yet again, that would mean so much. Especially bc that does something Boden's encouragement can't, bc they'll always be a voice that says Boden knows her, he's bias, but she didn't. And of course, Boden may be a poc, but he's still a man so having a fellow woc recognise her as great? So, so necessary.

Plus, as woc we're constantly told, maybe not directly but definitely indirectly, that we shouldn't aim high, that we should be content, that if we do aim high we should be meek about it, apologetic. And that's wrong, so seeing Stella appreciate her own worth? NEEDED.

Finally, I know a whole lot of other people besides woc can relate to Stella, and her storyline. It's the great thing about stuff like this, it's layered and everyone can find something in it that they relate to.

But I'll never be able to overstate how refreshing and healing this storyline has been for me, a woc, and my fellow woc. Like Stella has been kickass, has been recognised as such, has had goals and been unapologetic about it, has had a supportive partner just letting her shine, like all that? It can be a struggle to find stuff that explores all that, and it's so needed.

Like me, for example. I'm comfortable in my skin, I'm passionate about this, I'm so much more validated and self accepting and so unapologetic about it than I was in my younger years but I still have this need, this craving, to be validated in my shows and over mediums. Because I grew up without it, with it barely being there.

I can count on one hand my woc role models in shows I had growing up, with fingers left over. Even now, it doesn't take long to list. And while I'm fully unapologetic with who I am and how I experience the world, I still need these storylines, these characters.

And a little part of me would die inside if I saw such a kickass character be reduced to a plot device for petty white people drama, because Stella and all of us woc are so much more worth that. We exist. We are people. We have feelings. And I'm so happy that the show is giving us kickass Stella Kidd, and that most of the fans respect that.

And yeah, that anon or anyone else who had that opinion, may not have meant it as Stella doesn't deserve this focus or she's pointless if not fixing white adult drama, but sorry, woc can't exist in this world without being seen as that, and that means when you say stupid stuff like that? You can't ignore that she's a woc, can't just remove that from the equation. Because this isn't just Stella, firefighter and Brettsey's friend becoming a lieutenant, this is Stella Kidd, woc becoming a lieutenant and that makes all the fucking difference.

This may be incoherent but I don't care because I love Stella Kidd, I love her storyline and it is Needed to be said.

50 notes • Posted 2021-05-12 13:16:26 GMT

life's strange sense of humour

Summary: Kim, Hailey, Sylvie and Stella all conceive their babies around the same time... Then also go into labour on the same day. Pure Crack, but taken seriously because this is me.

Or; a love letter to the upgess friendship because they went funny fic? Nah, we're gonna make it wholesome.

Warnings: Childbirth, I guess.

Word Count: 3.4k

Read on AO3

Notes: So. I had this funny thought months ago, recently talked about it with Cíara when they mentioned something similar and I'm having Thoughts about how I want the upgess friendship to go so apparently my mind went yes, write this, please.

Also Cíara: it's not the child number we decided and not the exact circumstances but I couldn't help but make burzek's conception happen this way 👀

Life, Kim has learned, can have a strange sense of humour sometimes.

This, she thinks to herself as her and Hailey stare, open mouthed, speechless, shocked at each other, is definitely one of those times.

“I... What?.. I,” Hailey stumbles out, her eyes wide, Kim staring back with equally wide eyes, watching as the blonde tries to process this, tries to process how they even happened—all while wondering herself what the chances of this happening are, that this can only be because life has a strange taste in what’s funny.

“This—this isn’t right, right? Kim, right?” Hailey almost looks desperate at her, glancing down at the stick in her hand and back up at Kim frantically, her eyes darting as she does so, gliding over the pink positive line like if she doesn’t focus on it, it won’t be there.

“Well, I kinda hope it is,” Kim lets out a dry kind of laugh as she answers, glancing at her own stick, with a matching pink line. “Since we brought these together and I—I want to be pregnant.”

The panic lessens briefly in Hailey’s eyes, her friend smiling again at Kim’s own shock. “Right, yeah. And you want to be pregnant—so no more freaking out, yeah?”

Hailey grabs Kim’s hand with her spare one, giving it a supportive squeeze. “No more freaking out, this is good.”

Kim smiles back at her friend, the hand holding her stick drifting over her flat stomach. Her earlier worries—about if she can do this, if she could handle being pregnant again—still clinging to her but not making her feel as sick, the joy and excitement at being pregnant, at having Adam’s baby in her again, flooding her stronger. She repeats her friend’s words in her mind; this is good.

“But like—yours could be right, and mine wrong? Right? Like that could happen? I mean— people get false positives. This, mine, it could be false?” Hailey has gone back to freaking out. Kim places her stick down so that she can run her hands down the blonde’s arms, calming her.

“Hailey, breathe. Everything is okay.” Kim pauses, letting Hailey breathe in and out before continuing. “It could be a false positive—it could also be real. But it’s okay, it’s not a crisis if it is real. Have you and Jay discussed kids?”

Hailey smiles momentarily at the mention of her husband, her hand twisting the wedding ring on her finger before answering Kim. “Yeah. I mean, yeah, of course we have. A few times—before we were even together, even. Not that we were planning it together—well, not out loud—”

“Hailey.” Kim cuts off her rambling. There’s not many times that the blonde rambles, even when she’s panicking, she keeps a—seemingly—calm head. But when she does, she can really start to spiral.

“Sorry.” Hailey stops, running a hand through her hair, the other still clinging to the stick, almost as if she can’t put it down, like the thought is something incredibly out there and impossible.

“What have you discussed? Do you two want kids?” Kim gently probes.

“Yeah. Yeah, we do.” Another short-lived smile. “But not—not now. It’s still, it’s something in the future. And we still weren’t fully decided if we’d do it this way, like I always wanted to adopt but I know, I know it’s not a walk in the park and we’ve been talking. I’ve been wondering if it was just because of the fear of my genes and I. We agreed we’ll leave it for a bit, but that’s gone out the window.”

Hailey pauses, running her hand through her hair again, before groaning. “Kim, tell me, what should I do?”

Kim gently holds both of her hands, closing Hailey’s fist around the stick. “You talk to Jay.”

That seems to calm the blonde, Hailey getting a soft smile on her face—the face Kim has dubbed her Jay smile. “Yeah. I talk to Jay.”

“Okay. Can we leave now—I think if we’re any longer Adam might just walk in. You know he has no patience,” Kim looks at Hailey’s expression carefully, noting every part of it, making sure that her friend is good enough to get through the rest of the day.

“Yeah. Yes.” Hailey nods, pulling Kim into a hug. “Thanks, Kim. And congratulations, again. This is really great.”

Kim squeezes her back, looking forward to when she might—maybe—be able to say it back to Hailey.

The day had started with Kim throwing up in the toilet. She had been feeling nauseous for a few days, going in waves, and that feeling—that thought that it might be because she’s pregnant and not because it’s flu season—had been in the back of her mind.

She had tried not to focus on that thought too much, not wanting to go down that path, not when it could just be a bug. Not wanting to give herself hope, only to get it taken from her.

Kim had rationalised it, even the throwing up. It was a minute amount, nothing compared to when she was pregnant the first time. Adam had a food related bug the other day, so this could just be that, Kim had told herself. Things tend to hit her a bit slower, after all.

And then there’s that Sylvie has a stomach bug—one that’s kept her in bed all week, texting Kim often to complain when Matt is on shift. And Kim had hung out with Sylvie the day before she fell ill. This, Kim told herself, is probably just it affecting her, now, too.

This day was the first time she threw up, and so was the first time she told Adam she’s been feeling nauseous. His reaction was exactly how she predicted it would be.

He had lifted an eyebrow, pausing as he sipped his coffee. “Are you... Do you think..?”

Adam had asked it very casually, his expression neutral. Like her, he was unable to say the words, finish the sentence, neither one of them wanting to voice the possibility, not wanting to voice it in case it’s not, not wanting the hurt associated with false hope.

“I don’t know. It’s probably a bug.” Kim had answered and he had hummed in response. A part of her wished that she wouldn’t tell him this, that she wouldn’t be having this conversation with him when it’s just a thought and not even, really, much of a possibility.

But communication is important, a lesson she had learnt many times before—that in the long run, it does more than doesn’t. And it’s not good for her, for herself, to keep these thoughts locked up only in her brain. Especially when having more kids is something they want.

It’s not like they’re actively trying. Kim’s only just come off birth control, and the doctor warned them it takes a while for her body to adjust. They had even been using condoms, occasionally, as it makes the clean up easier in their busy lives.

That had been all they had said to each other, then, needing to get Makayla ready and to school, before heading to work themselves. But it was only a few hours later, when another wave of nausea had washed over her while Adam and her were in the break room that she had stopped them making the coffee, grabbing at Adam’s arm.

“I should get a test.” Kim had told him, murmuring, but her urgency clear. She knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else until she knew if she was or not, the thoughts in her mind almost distracting her.

“Okay. Now? We can say we’re going to see a CI?” Adam immediately got his game face on, and that’s when she had started to panic. About what if she is pregnant, about if she’s ready to be pregnant again, about if she can handle it.

Suddenly, the thought of simply peeing on a stick seemed impossible.

Hailey had entered the break room, then, and had took on look at Kim’s panicked expression and Adam trying to calm her to know that something was up. It only took one look between her and Adam, after Hailey asked if she was okay, for them to fill in Hailey, needing another voice to help them through this.

“Hey, calm down.” Hailey had said in that way of hers. “It’ll be okay and there’s no point panicking until you know—and here. If it’s too much to pee alone, I’ll take one with you. Moral support.”

It was an insane idea, Adam staring at Hailey incredulously. But it clicked in Kim’s brain, and she found herself saying yes before she knew what she was doing.

They had used the CI lie instead, telling Voight they were going to see one of Hailey’s. Kim had watched as Hailey tried not to focus on Jay’s eyes following them out the bullpen, not wanting to let him know there was anything more to it—good, considering.

The journey there and back was filled with Kim’s nervous ramblings to Hailey, as she voiced her fears and worries about this, the blonde just listening patiently and giving her comfort and support when she needed it.

They had taken the tests in the district ladies room, Adam waiting outside—probably shooing away anyone else. Which, Kim had thought, probably means Trudy will have a theory to her being pregnant before the day is up.

“It’ll be alright, Kim.” Hailey had reassured her as they waited those long two minutes. Hailey had gotten out her phone, had set a timer for them and even though Kim could see the seconds counting down, it felt like eternity.

“I can’t. Can you look at it?” Kim had asked after the minutes were up, unable to look at the stick, feeling quite like her heart was in her throat. Hailey had rolled her eyes good-naturedly, before telling Kim that she will.

The excited yelp that left Hailey’s mouth almost instantly after told Kim all she needed to know and Kim turned the stick to look at it herself, and seeing that amazing pink line.

“I’m pregnant! Hailey, I’m pregnant!” Kim couldn’t help her own excitement, throwing her arms around the blonde, squeezing her into a hug.

“Oomph,” Hailey clearly hadn’t been prepared for that, lifting her arms weirdly at the sudden brunette weight barrelled into her and that’s when Kim saw it.

Hailey’s own stick.

Hailey’s own stick, with her own pink line.

“Hailey!” Kim gasped before she can stop it, squeaking out her friend’s name. Hailey pulled back from the hug, frowning at Kim.

“What?”

“Your...” Kim couldn’t finish the sentence, instead she pointed at the stick and watched as Hailey looked down at it, watching the comprehension and then shock over take her face.

It’s a few days later, and Kim is sitting in Molly’s. Sylvie has gotten over her bug and immediately organised a girl’s night out. Not that Kim or Hailey will be drinking—a shame, since Sylvie had told them that she and Stella had some exciting news.

The day after the found out, Hailey had come into work and whispered into Kim’s ear that everything was okay. That her and Jay decided that this is unexpected but welcome, and they had a doctor’s appointment to confirm it.

Very little people know yet. Kim has been to the doctor, the doctor confirming she is ten weeks along. They told Kevin almost immediately, Trudy—as Kim guessed—had yet again figured it out and of course Hailey knows, alongside Jay.

They told Voight, just so Kim could explain why she doesn’t want to go out in the field—can’t, really, her pregnancy being somewhat of a high risk—although she’s waiting until Monday to officially disclose.

This weekend Adam and her have plans to tell Makayla, something she’s quite excited too, knowing how much her daughter wants to be a big sister, having been begging them for a baby for months—well, that or a puppy.

Hailey and Jay have only told, obviously her and Adam, and Will. They’re waiting until after today—the day of their doctor’s appointment—before disclosing and Kim and Hailey had a conversation about announcing it to their mutual friends, deciding it might be nice to do it together. Of course, it depends on how along Hailey is.

“Hey,” Hailey slips into the booth next to her and Kim smiles in greeting to her friend.

“Hey. How did the appointment go?” Kim asks, knowing once Sylvie and Stella gets here they won’t be able to discuss the pregnancies.

“Great,” Hailey practically beams. “We heard the heartbeat! Jay cried.”

Kim laughs slightly. “So did Adam. I mean, so did I, but I cry at everything.”

At that, Hailey laughs too. “Kim, so does Adam. Not like you—but I wouldn’t say he’s not a crier. Jay—I’ve seen him cry, but, man, it was. It just hit me, this is the father of my baby. And it made me more happy then I think the heartbeat did. We were both raised by a men who never be seen crying but our baby isn’t going to have that. It was...it was wonderful.”

“I’m so happy for you. Congratulations,” Kim pulls her into a hug before quickly adding on, checking to see if Sylvie and Stella had arrived yet. “So come on, quick. How far along are you?”

At that, Hailey excitedly grabs her arms. “Yes! How could I forget! Kim, you’ll never guess—I’m also ten weeks along!”

Life, Kim thinks again, really does have a strange sense of humour.

A thought she once again thinks when Stella and Sylvie arrive and they make their announcement.

“We’re pregnant. Both of us.” They announce and Kim’s mouth drops open, and she realises they all ordered water instead of alcohol. She barely knows how to process this, Hailey squeezing her hand in shock under the table, but before she can, they’re dropping the next bombshell.

“Stella found out about a week or so ago, I found out earlier this week when I kept throwing up. We’re both around ten weeks,” Sylvie continues.

“No fucking way.” The words drop out of Hailey’s mouth, and judging by the way she gasps, holding her hands across her mouth, Kim guesses she didn’t mean them too. Kim tries to calm her down, widening her eyes at the blonde, but the other two catch on to that there’s something going on.

Kim sighs, after Hailey gives her the go ahead. “Hailey and I—we’re also pregnant. Ten weeks.”

Life has a strange sense of humour.

Kim doesn’t think there’s any mutual acquaintance in their lives who doesn’t somewhat doubt that the four couples didn’t plan this. If Kim wasn’t living through it, she’d scarcely believe it herself. Especially when they narrowed it down and are pretty sure all four pregnancies are the result of a faulty condom—condoms taken from Kelly’s infamous bathroom supply.

Kelly and Stella are self explanatory. They hadn’t used them in a while, but Stella was changing birth control and so they did. Matt and Sylvie a little bit less, but still less incredulous. Matt doesn’t live with Kelly and Stella anymore, but the guestroom—now a nursery—was still open to them any time, the boys having slight separation issues. And apparently when they did this, they’d just use Kelly’s supply.

Jay and Hailey had apparently ran out, and they hadn’t gotten more before Stella and Kelly hosted a night at theirs and Jay had apparently thought grabbing a handful from the supply would be a good idea. Hailey almost questioned her choice in man then, not that Kim could judge her.

Because on that same night, Adam and her were getting a little too flirty and when they realised they were feeling a little loud than they can be, with Makayla sleeping at home, they, in their wisdom, decided why not do it in Adam’s jeep.

And they didn’t have any protection, naturally, on them so Adam had grabbed a condom for Kelly’s supply.

And thus, all four pregnancies were made.

There are benefits, however, Kim would happily admit. Voight, maybe not, depending he’s down two members and another two when there’s doctor appointments. And with them being due around the same time, they’ll be a month he’s down all four, give and take. The unit—especially Kevin—might also not, especially on the days her and Hailey’s hormones and cravings and hated smells conflicted.

But there are benefits. Having your three close friends going through the same things is nice, especially when they could see if a symptom or something is usual—especially when one of the friends is a paramedic and the other’s brother in law is a doctor.

It also makes it more fun, all of them—the men included—having a light hearted race about who’s bump shows first, who kicks and moves first and so forth. It made the pregnancies that little bit more fun, even when it was miserable, even when doubts and anxieties about the upcoming parenthood loomed.

The biggest race, especially as the pregnancies drew closer to the end, was the competition and bets who will go into labour first, who will have their baby before the other.

But, of course, life has a strange sense of humour so, naturally, they all went into labour on the same day.

Stella had technically started the night before, her contractions beginning then. They were far and few in between so she was advised just to wait.

Kim’s had started earlier that morning. She had been woken up at the crack of dawn with back pain. Nothing too unusual at this stage of the pregnancy, but as Adam was helping Makayla pack her lunch for school, Kim’s waters had broke.

When Adam and her had gotten to the hospital, about to update the group chat, they had passed Stella and Kelly and the high five they had shared had raised some nurses eyebrows.

Childbirth being the thing that it is, they didn’t look at the group chat after that. Kim’s contractions were starting to come more frequently, and Adam had left the room to holler at the doctor—only to run into Will. Will, who raised his eyebrow at Adam, and asked if he was here for Hailey and Jay.

Because the one thing Voight joked better not happen, that he can’t be down four members, plus a fifth and the desk sergeant as they were determined to meet Kim and Adam’s second daughter as soon as possible, had happened and Hailey had gone into labour around midday.

Flora Leslie Severide is born first, at seven point six pounds. Her godparents had plans to meet her first, but they had got laid up with their own new arrival so the man who had been like a father to both her parents and his wife met her first.

Alice Trudy Burgess Ruzek is born second, at eight point seven pounds, a weight that got her father nearly cursed at. Her older sister was the first to meet her, shortly followed by their grandmother Trudy and godfather Kevin.

If you were to ask Kim who’s kid would come next, she would’ve guessed the Halstead’s son, but it wasn’t. Sylvie had gone into labour later than the others, but had a much faster labour, her daughter being determined to be born quickly, apparently.

And so, Estelle Kelly Casey is born third, at nearly seven pounds. Met first by her honorary grandfather, Mouch, already at the hospital to be with his wife and her godparents, with her cousin Flora sleeping, having been in the world a little longer.

And finally, Nikolas Patrick Halstead made his arrival, last but the biggest at nine pounds, met by his uncle and godfather first, but shortly followed by uncle Kevin, his godmother Kim and uncle Adam still occupied with his cousin.

Life has a strange sense of humour sometimes but—as Kevin joked—at least they can all split birthday costs with each other and not have to worry about their various aunts and uncles not being able to make it.

Not to mention how it made finding the balance between being new parents and having a social life easier.

And eventually, people stopped looking at them as if they planned this. That is, of course, until Sylvie and Hailey had their second kids—Andrew Casey and Theodore Halstead—at the same time, too.

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Something that keeps bothering me about this fandom, especially now Makayla is definitely sticking around, is the lack of conversation/headcanons about Kevin interacting with her, the uncle role is most definitely will play in that little girl's life.

Like I get it, other characters are more "fun" to think about bc it's not really about Makayla, but the characters themselves but like... it's doesn't sit right with me how much Kevin is basically forgotten when out of everyone (excluding Adam and Trudy) he's going to have a prominent role.

Not only because canonically, in the show, constantly, it's shown how close Kim and Kevin are. Like they are family, Kim babysat his siblings, ect. But also because Makayla is black, being raised by a white woman, surrounded by white family.

That whole unit is so white, and they're Kim's family, so the people Makayla is going to grow up around predominantly white. And already that's tough, but then taking into account Makayla was being raised by her black family, and now isn't, there's already going to be a loss of identity for her-- whether or not she doesn't comprehend it until she's older.

Which makes Kevin and the role he plays in her life so, so important. He's her connection, the main person Kim will go to for advice, he lives in a black neighbourhood so visiting him will probably mean a lot to Makayla. There's going to be it's own issues, of course, since Kev is having issues with how his neighbourhood sees him, and Makayla will as she grows have similar issues, being raised by a white cop but that makes Kevin being in her life even more important.

Like. I cannot overstate how it feels being in a sea of white people, especially when you're identity is already so complexed, and those connections are so important and can help validate you and help you as you grow to understand and analyse your own identity and how you interact with those different aspects to it.

And of course, then there's the fact Kevin literally raised his siblings, he's been shown to be so good and in touch with kids (like make this man a dad, please), and Kim played a supportive role in his life then, so of course he'd play it back.

But instead of seeing adorable headcanons and thoughts about Kevin and Makayla, there's just so. many. about all the white folk in their life. Like, I've seen so many headcanons about the others having a monthly day with Makayla and yet none for Kevin....the most obvious and likely one to have a routine of hanging with the girl.

Especially when, what we think as an audience compared to what the show actually tells is, there's not technically that much evidence for those headcanons. I mean, I need to disclaim I'm a huge advocate for do whatever you want, so make those headcanons, but it's also like, it does bother me how much Kev is ignored but the white people in their lives are constantly talked about.

Also it's like, Kevin is always going to play a big role in Kim's child's life, no matter how she becomes a mother and no matter the skin tone of the kid. He's her best friend, they've known each other for years, they have that sort of friendship. Like, he's always going to be the main and best uncle in her kid's life (main bc let's be real, any kid of Kim's is gonna have either Adam as a father or have him be more like a father figure uncle than an uncle uncle). And add that with Makayla not being white, and that it's not like she was adopted at birth, it bothers me that he is ignored. And doesn't sit right with me.

69 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 12:19:33 GMT

Hey! Absolutely adore your writing and was hoping you could write for Brettsey this drunk prompt:

“I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”

Thanks!

“I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You’re not doing anything.” “But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?”

Aaaaaaah this made me so happy to get!!!! I'm glad you like my writing!!! And here: my first ever brettsey drabble!!! ♥️

Matt has always known that Sylvie is a bundle of energy, playful and affectionate. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and shows everyone kindness, even when they perhaps don’t deserve it. Not that she’s not also fearsome, willing to assert herself if necessary.

This is something that Matt loves about his girlfriend. Over the few months they’ve been dating for, Matt has experienced this loving side of Sylvie in many more ways. The way how she kisses his nose before they go to sleep, the complex, delicious dishes she makes him even though she doesn’t need to, the way she’s always casually touching him—except when they’re being professional—and how she never fails to show how much she loves and appreciates him. Through all her little gestures, from how she always asks for his input when she needs it—and listens to it, from how she laughs at all his jokes, her eyes lighting up.

It’s been a whirlwind of a few months and Matt has found himself just so excited to be on this journey, soaking up every moment with her, soaking up every new thing.

Right now, Matt is seeing drunk Sylvie. It’s a Sylvie he has seen before—even as boyfriend Matt—but every day is a new experience.

Sylvie had gone out with the girls—Stella, Violet, Kim and Hailey—and now she’s home. Matt spent the evening at her apartment, Stella telling him it was for the best as she grinned, noting that when she got home, things were guaranteed to get loud. Sylvie didn’t even hesitate at Matt asking.

She’s home now—something Matt only found out when he was awoken by a loud clattering and found Sylvie hungrily eating some of the cheesecake she had made a day ago. He’s now trying to encourage her to bed, telling her that she’s drunk and needs sleep.

Sylvie is being stubborn, however.

“I’m not drunk! Can a drunk person do this?” Sylvie says. Matt waits a few seconds but Sylvie doesn’t move.

“Baby, you’re not doing anything.” Matt gently tells her. In response, Sylvie pouts.

“But... I sent you my love? Did you... Did you not get it?” Sylvie’s face looks complete heartbroken, crushed. It’s silly, but it hurts Matt’s heart, and he can’t carry on letting her look like that.

“No, of course I did. Come here,” Matt wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, smiling as Sylvie cuddled into him and contently sighed.

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{hangman adam page - take me to church.}

Pairing(s) - Hangman Adam Page x Y/N

Category - Fluff // A Little Smut

Warning(s) - Language, Mild Sexual Content

Summary - Adam Page and Y/N are backstage at Daily's Palace.

Word Count - 2,603

Requested by - @lghockey 💓💓💓

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I know I said 4k+, but it's going to be part 1 and 2, so bare with me. 💓

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"Where are you going, Y/N?" Inquired Adam, following behind her. "Nowhere, just taking a break from watching the matches; I need to go backstage." She explained, pushing the curtains to get through. "Care if I follow?" "I don't care." Y/N tried to hold back a smile, but she failed miserably to hold that smile back. "What are we going to do?" Asks Adam, already in inquiry. "I have no idea, do YOU have any ideas?" Chuckling and shaking her head, "Let's go backstage." He suggested, shrugging his shoulders back. "Why? What's backstage?"

"You will have to wait and see," he answered simply to Y/N, "Come on." He leads her backstage, where they both came in Adam's dressing room. Turning on the LED Purple Light, the room lit up with a tint of purple. The lights across the dresser were unrecognizable. "Since when did you put up purple lights?" She wow'ed at the scenary. Y/N was pretty impressed with how his dressing room was set up; Everything seemed to be moved differently, but stacked neatly.

"Well, I have done some decorating. Take a seat, stay awhile." Adam smiled, patting the seat for Y/N to sit down on. She moved her hair in place and sat down at the white dresser. "I love how you got this set up." She compliments on his neatness; he smiled once more, "Thank you, Y/N." "You're welcome." She replied. Adam paced the wooden floors of his dressing room, attempting to have the courage to ask Y/N something in favor. Finally, he spoke: "Y/N, Can I ask you a question?" Y/N looked up from her phone to look at Adam. "Yeah, you can ask me anything."

"Well, here goes nothing." He thinks in the back of his mind. "I wanted to say, you are a great person. But please don't hate me for this. But I think I like you. Goddamn it!" Adam groaned in frustration as he hid his face from blushing. "You what….?" Y/N was in shock, she never knew he liked her until just now. "Aww… Adam---" Cut off by him, he quickly said: "I love you." With a straight face, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. As soon as he did that, she felt her face heat up. Kissing back, she smiled softly into the kiss. Fastly pulling away, Adam slammed his fist on the dresser. "I am so damn sorry, I shouldn't have done that…."

Feeling guilty, he stared at Y/N for a long minute. She stared back, then realized how embarrassed he was. "Are you okay?" She asks concerned; "Yeah, I'm all good." He replied, hiding his smile. Sighing to himself, Adam took a seat next to Y/N. "You know, It was hard for me to say that to you." He admits, she was in complete awe when those words came out his mouth. "You know you can tell or ask me anything, Adam. You know I wouldn't mind!" She chuckled, patting her best friend on the shoulder. Sighing again, he ran a hand through his curly blonde hair. "You seem bothered. What's bothering you, love?" Love. Adam glanced at the door behind him, and said: "Can you lock the door?" Without hesitation or questioning, Y/N knew what he was up to.

Getting up from her seat, she locked the door. Walking back to her seat, Adam suddenly grabbed her without notice and kissed her again, but deeper. For 20 seconds, he pulled away. "I'm sorry, I seriously need to control my emotions." Shaking his head, she whispers into his ear: "Please, don't be sorry. This is just the beginning of it, love." Chills shot up Adam's spine. "Take me to church." He growled. "So be it." Y/N was taking the challenge, she started it off by kissing on his neck. Adam rolled his eyes back, and slouched in the chair as she actually "took him to church".

Cupping her face, he kept repeating "I love you's" into Y/N's ear until it had lost the meaning. "Adam…" she breathed, her lungs shallow. "Y/N," he grinned against her plumped skin, eyes twinkling. Stroking her hair with his grazed thumb, he promised Y/N he was going to love her forever, and no matter what. "You know why you're so special to me?" "Why is that, Adam?" "Because you're the reason, you're the light to my moon. And without the light, there wouldn't be no moon." Cheesy Adam, only he would make someone have heavy emotions flowing through them.

"Let's run away together," He suggested. "But Adam, your match---" She got cut off by an index finger pressed against her lips. "Shh, I promise this will be the greatest run aways you've ever witnessed, you wouldn't ever want to leave." And Hangman Adam Page promised that for a fact.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

*AT THE AIRPORT*

"I have never been at an airport, honestly." Y/N admitted to Adam, waiting in line for their plane ticket to NYC. "You never have?" He was in basic shock, his face said it all. "Yeah, I'm serious. But, this is so cool to experience I can say that although." They then set their heavy luggage on the moving convery belt without wasting time. "You're going to like New York City; I can show you a few parks once we get there." Parks were Adam's favorite place to visit as a kid, it brings back so many memories for when he was a small child. "Yay. Can't wait for this for when we arrive in NYC." Intertwining hands with Adam, Y/N and him walked up to get their stuff checked for safety measurements. "You'll like New York City, Y/N." Adam kissed her on the cheek, then took her hand again to get on the airplane.

Falling asleep next to Adam, she laid her head down on his shoulder feeling comfortable on the plane with her now lovely boyfriend. Everything seemed beyond perfect, traveling with Adam Page was delightful. A couple of hours later, they found themselves in NYC as the plane gently glided on the road. "We're here, baby." Adam gently shook Y/N to wake her up, she stretched and yawned. "We are?" Half awake, she smiles; "Look at all that snow!" She exclaimed pointing at the white snow covered all over the ground and the road. It was 8 o'clock, almost time for New Years in New York City ---- "Let's go explore the shops and everything else, shall we?" Adam encourages Y/N. "I'm somewhat tired, May we go to a local hotel and stay there?" She questioned, showing off her tiredness from a sore neck from the plane ride. "Anything for you, love."

So, they went to a local hotel; A fancy one. "Enjoy your stay," The butler greets at the door, where he stood. "Thank you," They both had said at the same time while entering the building. Walking to the counter to collect their room key, Y/N had luggage in her hands. "Here, I'll get that for you, sugar." Suggested Adam, knowing she was struggling with the three bags full of their stuff. As he swapped spots with her, she took the keys off the counter that was placed just for them and went along upstairs. After strolling down an empty hallway, it finally had reached 10 o'clock. This meant they were both tired as hell, but Adam and Y/N had kept moving to stay awake.

In order to watch the fireworks from their hotel upstairs window and kiss on New Year's Day, he turned the TV on that was provided in their nice hotel room. "Please, take a seat." Adam took his cowboy boots off and threw them aside against the bag of their luggage, Y/N watched as he was laying in the most luxurious bed they've ever seen before. Plopping herself on the bed, she faced her boyfriend, tired eyes. "If you fall asleep on me, Y/N. I swear we won't kiss again." He jokingly said, chuckling to himself. "I'm not," She was literally about to fall right asleep. "There you go, falling asleep on your lovely cowboy boyfriend." He pouted, crossing his arms against his chest.

"I love you dork." Y/N mumbled halfly, yawning aloud. "God, I've got to stay awake." She thinks, over ahead of herself on what she might have planned next. "I will be right back, I'm going to go ahead and take a walk." She announced aloud, leaving the room, closing the door behind her. "Okay, be back!" Adam's voice called from the closed door. Sliding her body down against the wall, Y/N had a flashback.

***2 YEARS AGO***

"Hi, Y/N. I'm Adam, but you can refer to me as Hangman Adam Page, aka Cowboy Shit." He lends his hand out, extending it for a handshake. She looked down at his hand, then firmly gripped his hand for a two handshake motion, then released. "So Adam, what do you like to do besides wrestling with your tag team partner Kenny Omega?" Inquired her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I like doing cowboy shit, if you know what I mean." Adam laughed, grimly smiling right at Y/N. "Hey, whatever floats your boat, that's a reasonable answer." Y/N laughed along.

***END OF FLASHBACK***

Sighing to herself, she slowly got up from leaning against the wall and went downstairs to take a breather. Looking around, she realized she didn't bring her phone to text her boyfriend Adam. "Oh well," Y/N talked to herself, shrugging. Pushing the doors to where she and Adam would first enter the hotel, she exited the building for just a couple of minutes. Feeling the cold breeze and flurries hit against her face in the night of December, she checked her IPhone watch. "11pm." It said. 2020 was almost over, yet again it has been a shit year. Suddenly, when Y/N was sitting right on the edge of the sidewalk, she felt a hand pressed on her shoulder. "Damn it…." She thinks, fastly turning around to see who it was. "Get in." The criminal demanded. "No! I will not get in the car with you, freak!"

Kicking the criminal in the face with her shoe, she scurried up to her feet and just now noticed she could call Adam right on her IPhone Watch. "Hello? Hello? Adam?" She panicked, as the criminal was catching up to her. Y/N could see her own breath in this cold whenever she breathed; "FUCK!" She yelled into her watch, running as fast as she could. "Y/N! Where are you!?" Adam exclaimed, very worridely. "I'M OUTSIDE! PLEASE! ADAM----" The phone cut off, and the criminal scooped her up. Kicking and screaming, she elbowed him in the face. Scurridely getting away for 3 seconds, she ran back into the hotel lobby, to find Adam. "Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack!" He cried, looking into the eyes of her. "Some criminal was trying to kidnap me!" Pointing at the outside, She was inconsolable. Sobbing, Y/N cried into the shoulder of Adam. "I'm sorry I left--- I was trying to take a breather." "Shh.. you're okay. You're okay."

Stroking the back of her head, Adam calmed her down. "Are you sure you won't ever leave me like that again?" He put his hands on both her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "Yeah--- It was just a stupid thing to do, that's all." She wiped her tears that were stinging her cheeks. "I just don't ever want to lose sight of you, Y/N. I truly mean it." Adam delicately stroked the side of her cheek, "Come on. Let's watch the ball drop." Nodding in agreement, they went to their hotel room upstairs. The clock struck 11:40pm, almost time for the New Year. "I want to spend this moment with you and remember it for a lifetime." Adam announces, pulling his girlfriend Y/N close to his chest.

Heart thumping through the floor, Adam's phone vibrated in his back pocket. "What is it?" She questions, looking puzzled at Adam quickly scrolling through his phone like it was an emergency. "Oh um, nothing; Just Marko wants to know where we were so we can attend next Wednesday's Dynamite." He explained, pushing his phone back into his pocket. "Hmm, well alright." Trusting Adam, she smiled softly and stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. He didn't have any hesitation, he kissed her back, passionately and so sweetly. Picking up Y/N bridal style, he encourages her: "Let's go baby." This was a hint of hidden love, but not so hidden like the day before when he finally confessed his true love to her.

While the ball dropped, everyone was so ecstatic it was a New Year. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The both of them yelled, laughing and smiling big.

***NEXT WEDNESDAY DYNAMITE***

"Well, today is the day for a new me." Thinks Adam, adjusting his bandana around his neck. Feeling confident in himself, Marko approached right behind him - "How was your New Years Eve?" He asks, "It was better than last year, I could say." Adam had said; Remembering the time when he lost his horse; It was a trademark of him of course, doing cowboy shit was his job. "You're going to be the best wrestler out there of 2021!" Marko attempted to cheer him up; "Besides, there is no one like you, in which it's a good thing." Rambling on, Jungleboy and Luchasaurus appeared into the mix. "Marko, what exactly are you doing?" Questions Jungleboy, asking why he wasn't with his best friends. "I felt like Adam needed some cheering up; Because he had lost his horse last year, that's why!"

"Well, Hangman. This is the new year, new you." As Luchasaurus patted him on the back, Adam smiled smugly. "Yep, it sure is." He replied, "I have some stuff to take care of. Bye guys, I'll see you later." Fist bumping Jurassic Express, he went on to get ready for his match against Cody Rhodes. ***INTRO*** "Adrenaline, in my soul! Something something Cody Rhodes!" The Dark Order yelled by ringside, singing Cody's theme incorrectly while he was entering the ring. Cody just chuckled, and shook it off. Y/N shook her head, slapping Silver upside the head. "Hey!" John groaned, rubbing his head.

"Have respect, will ya?" She jokingly said, Silver although didn't get the sarcastic tone in her voice. He didn't find it funny. While Y/N watched from ringside, her boyfriend Adam was battling his greatest friend, Cody. "Adam! Adam! Adam!" The crowd had chanted, the other half was: "Cody! Cody! Cody!" Chanting and cheering both wrestlers on, Adam Page had done a sneak attack on Cody while the referee wasn't paying any close attention. Hangman scooped Cody up and body slammed him. In for the cover: "1! 2! 3!" Y/N had yelled so loud, The Dark Order wasn't amused, basically yelling in their ear. Reynolds and Silver had yelled back, "JOHNNY HUNGIEE!" He annoyingly screamed. "Okay, that's enough you three." Vickie stepped into the conversation, oh no. Is it not Vickie; "Shut up." Y/N muttered under her breath.

"Y/N, you all good?" Adam had stepped out of the ring, exclaiming from the other side. "Yeah! It's all good!" Seemingly annoyed, she exited from ring side and went up to Adam. "Hey, I love you dork." She confessed, kissing her boyfriend. He kisses her back with an "I love you too".

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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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The Lost Princess Chapter 108

Warnings: You can guess

Rating: SFW

Back in the present, Ava talked with Invi on the bridge.

“Gula's on a mission to collect Lux,” Ava said.

“Ah. That explains why Aced and Ira are as well. They're trying to maintain the balance. But, that isn't the balance we were expected to keep. If everyone's collecting light solely for themselves, Keyblade wielders will soon turn against one another, which will lead to...the Keyblade War. Which might bring the Spirits,” Invi said.

“Then what's written in the Book, all of it will happen...”

“Light will expire.”

“Invi, what are you going to do?”

“I'll gather Lux, too. No matter what, the balance must be kept. Ava, you do the same. We must...delay the inevitable.”

“Right...” And with that, Invi left.

Ava stood near patches of flowers, which included dandelions, within the fountain plaza. She leaned down and smiled at the flowers, before her smile faltered into a gasp. In the past, Ava met with the Master of Masters in his room to learn of her role. She was anxious, but she readied herself to hear the Master's words. The Master, sitting at his desk, closed the Book of Prophecies.

“What's written in the last page of the Book is gonna happen,” he said as he stood up. “The entire world will be lost to darkness and the Spirits will take over the world.”

“But Master, isn't there anything we can do?”

“Well, that's what brings me to your role. You might just be the only hope of keeping light from expiring.” Ava gasped and the Master faced her.

“Hope? Master, what is it that you need me to do?” she asked. The Master patted her head. “Oh?”

“Don't get involved in any battles, forget the notion of Unions, find Keyblade wielders with potential, and create an entirely separate organization. Then, like the seeds of a dandelion, let them fly to another world. They will keep the light alive. And never mention the Spirits. Just the word alone might bring one over.”

“But why must they be killed? Have they done something horrible to you, Master?”

“Let’s just say one played me and got away. Now, never mention them again! Do you understand?!” Ava got scared and backed away.

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“Good.”

“You really think that...I'm the right person for this?”

“Ava, you're the only person for this.”

“I understand.” In the present, Ava held a meeting with her organization, the Dandelions. She gave a speech to many young Keyblade wielders in the fountain plaza.

“Today you're here to continue with your training for our mission. This session may seem like it's familiar to you, but in a world that is different, one made of dreams...” she took a moment of pause. “You are our hope.”

The crowd looked surprised and curious.

“A war will soon wage. Those who strive to protect the light will turn their weapons on their allies for the sake of loyalty to their own Unions. To be honest, I don't know how far I can guide all of you. What you must remember is that anyone can lose themselves to the darkness. However, there will be no winners; everything will be lost. Except, all of you who are the seeds of hope. When the time comes, and there is war, you mustn't fight, but instead you must fly away from here to the world outside. This training is to help you fulfill this crucial task. The future is in all your hands--as is the world's light,” she said as she placed a hand to her chest. “May your heart be your guiding key.”

Ava felt a breeze and looked up to see flower petals dance in the sky. But they weren’t ordinary flower petals. They were your mother’s favorite flower.

“Thanks for having my back, (M/N),” Ava said.

#kingdom hearts #kingdomhearts #kingdom hearts back cover #kingdom hearts back cover imagines #kingdom hearts back cover x reader #kh #kh back cover #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts imagines #kingdom hearts x reader #kingdomhearts x reader #kingdomhearts imagines

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unfortunate-rp · 5 years

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Congratulations, JACKIE! You have been accepted as your desired character, RUBY COHEN. Welcome back! We are so happy to have you here with us again. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

Your Name: Jackie Your Age: 23 Your Pronouns: she/her or they/them Time zone: CST/GMT-7 Activity Level: 5 because of grad school Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REDACTED How did you find us?: from Zoey! Triggers: none Character you’re applying for: Ruby Cohen Why did you choose this character?: For one, I love sibling connections and the complexity of the Cohens and the dynamic of Ruby not knowing about the VFD while both siblings are in competing factions. Second, I respect the decision of Ruby leaving for peace and the new place of potentially going back to being a mediator. Is she going to stick to making Sage and Violet work out their own problems or will she crumble in wanting her siblings to get along? Secondary character preference: Olivia Oquassa A sample in character: ( set 7 years prior to the roleplay )

Tension, that was the overwhelming feeling that lingered in the air as Ruby sat in her family living room, alone. Her parents had gone off on an undisclosed location for an unknown amount of time. As unusual as this was, it was not unusual for the Cohen family. And neither was the chaos that ensued with Sage’s visit. Yet, even in this short time, pleasantries quickly turned to arguing. Quickly, Ruby felt as though she was trying to diffuse a bomb, furiously signing at her siblings. This time she’d been unsuccessful. And she sat on the rug with tears continuing to stain her cheeks. Even after all this time, she still cried when things got particularly heated. At the very beginning, her sensitive tendencies could stall an argument, but now it was something easily ignored (not that Ruby was upset at that fact alone - it took very little to bring her to tears).

Years back, when the Cohen siblings were younger and more gullible, Ruby came up with a clever plan. After one particular fight that led to days of a stalemate, she went to her room and began writing. What she wrote was not a treaty, but instead a forged apology letter from Sage to Violet, and vice versa. At the time, it worked. Both came out of their respective rooms and went about peacefully for almost months. This method, however, only worked another time or two before they learned that neither had written an apology letter. Both were, understandably, pissed at Ruby for manipulating them, but also came around to forgiving her and understanding the motivations behind her misguided actions. Even after fights between Sage and Violet, the two made a point to apologize to their youngest sibling. But even though the anger was rarely guided her way, Ruby still wished that the two could form a pact and move on from their squabbling.

After taking a few minutes to collect herself, Ruby left the house. Days ago, she’d planned to research colleges and study for the SAT with one of her best friends, Lara. Being a woman of her word, she grabbed her supplies and ventured to Lara’s house. But there was some guilt seated in her chest. As much as she tried, Ruby knew it would turn into a venting session the moment Lara asked how everything was going. And, sure enough, not even fifteen minutes into their SAT prep, Lara turned to Ruby and asked; “how are things at home with Sage visiting? Has war already broken out?”

“Unfortunately,” Ruby sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I just don’t understand why it has to be this way. I love them so much, Lara, I really do. And I’m sorry I always dump all of this on you, I’m sure you’re sick of it but I just…I’m so over it, Lara! Being in the middle sucks! It’s so emotionally draining. I want them to just get along, but it’s almost like they aren’t capable of being civil for long.”

For a moment, Lara fell silent, giving a short nod. This wasn’t the first time, or even ten time that she’d heard this. She offered some support by putting a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “Sorry, Roo.” Ruby gave a halfhearted shrug and looked back at the laptop screen, blankly. It wasn’t like anything could be fixed over night. The three of them were family no matter what. All she wished was for some harmony… “Hey, Earth to Ruby,” Lara’s fingers snapping pulled her out of the lamenting she’d fallen deep into. “Where are you applying?”

“I’m just going to apply for Lovelace University. Seems like a safe bet, you know? And close to home.”

“Why not apply somewhere else? You know, get away from home for a while.“

“…but, Sage and Vi-”

“They can, and should, figure it out themselves. You said so yourself - you’re tired of it. Moving away will force them to work it out without putting you in the middle. And it will let you take care of your own life.” For a while, Ruby was silent. That sounded awfully tempting. A fairly significant chunk of her time growing up was spent mediating. But…was that a selfish desire? Would Sage and Violet think less of her?

“I’ll think about it…but you do make a good point.” With that, the two turned back to their screens and continued working on their SAT prep. But the seed of leaving had already been planted and it wouldn’t take much longer for it to flourish in Ruby’s mind.

What headcanons or plans do you have for this character?:

- Prior to leaving for college, Ruby shared everything with her siblings, given the chance. Following college, she has been a bit more secretive around them, particularly with matters concerning her research. She hasn’t disclosed to either of them the extent of her research, or about the spyglass. Although she feels guilty about it, there’s some instinct to keep the spyglass a secret from everyone until she knows more.

- Early after moving, Ruby would entertain her siblings arguments. As she started seeking counseling, she grew to ignore texts and set boundaries with mediating.

- In college, Ruby changed majors several times. At first, she studied humanities, then it was linguistics, and she finally ended with a degree in business. While she could get better jobs with her education, she decided to work for the mayor to find the answers to all of the mystery surrounding the town.

- Close friends and family call Ruby - Roo

- I plan to have Ruby get in too deep with research and maybe start getting close to finding out about the VFD or Sage or Violet’s affiliations and have to have one of them intervene to keep Ruby out of it (something like that, but I can’t wait to plot with whomever plays either of them!)

- I would also like to see her attempt to go ‘under cover’ to try and dig up more secrets, perhaps about Ava and end up failing spectacularly.

Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio?: Maybe an old friend from high school? Anything else?:

#tanaya beatty fc #mystery rp #crime rp #city rp #literate rp #accepted

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Digimon from Esse’s Digimon Adoptions!

Abysmon: Meet Absymon! This digimon is one of my faves. Absymon is really friendly, but a serious and strong fighter. Since he's so powerful, he can take on Champions and beat them too. Depending on their size of course. Absymon is a pretty big digimon, he's approximately the size of Guilmon, only a little bigger. If you adopt him, you'll have to find him a place to hide that is big enough. You'll have to find him a place with soft soil because he loves to dig. Unfortunately, Absymon is kinda clumsy but he's worth adopting do to his loyalty and strenght. He has an uncontrollable craving for chocolate and needs a lot of it before and after a fight so he can energize. Chocolate is after all a strong source of energy. Oddly enough, this digimon is a fan of television and has got a passion for Sabrina the Teenage Witch...he's got this thing for Salem the cat. Finally, Absymon has a little scottish accent :D! His former tamer was scottish. Think you can handle this digimon??? General Information Name: Absymon Type: Spiked Lizard Digimon Attribute: Data Attacks: Fire Spit and Spike Spin Absymon's Attack Absymon's main attack is called Fire Spit. In this attack, he regurgitates fire balls from his mouth and spits them at his enemies. He can spit 3 fire balls per second!!!!! Plus, his fireballs can go on and on until it hits its target, like tiny little fiery torpedos. Also, they are very, but very hot. If I were you, I wouldn't want to stand in Absymon's Fire Spit attack... “

Alambromon: Meet Alambromon! Alambromon is a great companion. He is willing to do anything you ask of him. He is extremely friendly and won't attack unless his is asked or has to. He's also a goof ball and can act very silly at times; he loves a good tummy scratch. General Information Name: Alambromon Level: Rookie Type: Cheetah Warrior Attribute: Data Attack: Iron Desolation Alambromon's Attacks: The chain around him seems to grow a live of its own, the chain grows a large spiked ball at the end of it, and then swings itself at enemies. Alambromon's large feet also provide him with another good attack.

Amphitilomon: Meet Amphitilomon! his description is amazing! Amf (his nickname) is a very loyal friend. With the ability to move better than in his previous forms, Amphitilomon is a very stealthy and very powerful fighter. At this point, Amf is very productive of the person he has "bonded" with when he was a Dusumon. Loyal and hard working, Amf will literally go through fire to help. But he can be a bit moody when it comes to someone being mean. He truly reflects a person's true feelings when it comes to a person's side of compassion and anger towards the evils of the world. Because of this, he will usually speak his mind and might be rude about it, but he does it because he is caring. He loves to swim and explore. His main habitat is a jungle or a swamp, but he has been known to live in the mountains and in the dessert! Other info. about him is he can still see in the dark, but he can now also inflate himself to float on the water! Not to mention he can hold water for a good couple of days, thus his ability to live in the desert. General Information Name: Amphitilomon Type: Reptile Digimon Attribute: Data Attack: Pool Rings, Swamp Gas, and Whirlpool. Amphitilomon's Attacks: Swamp Breath- This attack works as followed. Amf's (his nickname) eyes will turn a pure white, glowing eeirily. When his eyes change, this means he is ready to battle. Amf will then open his mouth and breathe in. As he breathes in and collects the air in his massive lungs, he will look like he has gained alot of weight. Like a frog's throat when he breathes in, his body can exspand in order to take in the air. Once the air is in his lungs, two small sacks (which are attached to the lungs) will release a toxin (that the sacks produce) into the lungs. The toxin will mix with the air and create a greenish-brown colored air. Once the air and toxins are mixed, Amf will release the mixture through his mouth. The mixature will come up through the throat in a large round ball but when passed by the teeth form five spear-like. Because the air is usually hotter on the inside of Amf than outside of Amf (even in deserts), they will turn hard and become real spears (covered in toxins). The spears can also be formed into one massive dagger when Amf's mouth is formed in an "O" shape. When the dagger or spears pierce the enemy, the toxins seep into the body and cause their data to be "corrupt." Meaning they will experiene signs of ickness: weakness, dizziness, etc. The effects are only limited and depending on the type of monster (like Champion) can last for days or hours. It all depends on the monster and how much of the toxins used.

Asharimon: Meet Asharimon! Asharimon is an extremely sweet Digimon, who is also sensible and rarely argues. When she gets mad, though...you'd better run because this sweet little cream puff can turn sour very easily! This digimon is not a flying digimon unfortunately, she may have wings but they cannot support her in flight, they can only allow her to float. General Information Name: Asharimon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Vaccine Attack: Bubble Shield, Blazing Streak Attacks: Bubble Shield(she uses this to put bubbles around herself or whatever she's protecting..it hit hard though, they shatter) & Blazing Streak. To do this, Asharimon's tail starts to glow silver. Once it brightens enough, her tail whips around and a large blast of light hits her enemy, stunning them.

Atlantimon: Meet Atlantimon, Atlantimon is sensible, and doesn't like to go into battle unless she sees that it is the only way out of it, which makes it really friendly. Atlantimon is a cat digimon, like gatomon, but a bit smaller, in a way, Atlantimon resembles a common house cat, unlike the house cat however, Atlantimon is often seen roaming around looking for something to do. If you leave it alone for very long, you will come back to find it reading something. It is very fond of round things, so if you're it's partner you should have a lot of round things for it. The yo-yo is the best toy for it. Despite all of this, Atlantimon is very loyal, and would never betray it's friends. If you want to tame Atlantimon, you must also tame her sister Valenciamon! General Information Name: Atlantimon Type: Angelic Cat Digimon Attribute: Vaccine Attacks: Glittering glass shard, Steel claw and relfection Atlantimon's attack is very special. It's called "Reflection". What happens, is that Atlantimon creates a double. But this double is more powerful than she and much more let say...evil. To fight an opponent, it's twice the power. Plus, if you throw Valenciamon along it's a hell of a trio!

Automon: Meet Automon! Automon is by far, the weirdest digimon I ever had to draw... I suck at cars also so bear with me here. He's a very nice digimon, one can get attached to him very easily. He's very playful and loves digi battles. He hates to be left alone and ignored, this upsets him greatly. General Information: Name: Automon Type: Vehicle Digimon Attribute: Data Attack: Exhaust Blow Automon's Attack He blows exhaust from his mouth (and tail pipe) which can be very poisoning and hurts the eyes.

Avalenmon: Meet Avalenmon! An original idea of mine. And as you can see he was done with "paint" and not adobe this time. Avalenmon is a digimon who lives in caverns. He travels in underground tunnels and in the sewers at times. If you want to become his tamer, you'll have to be willing to get a little dirty cause he will drag you through very messy places. He is an excellent swimmer due to his leathery body suit and skin. His suit protects him from harm also. General Information: Name: Avalenmon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Virus Attack: Ava Bomb Avalenmon's attack: He curls up into a ball on the ground and lifts his tail up in the air. The little ball at the end of his tail explodes and the spikes get thrown at the enemy with an amazing speed and force.

Batmon: Meet Batmon! He's so far the only mean Digimon in the agency!! He was caught terrorizing alley cats when I found him. He doesn't want a partner, in fact, he loathes all humans and despises the idea of serving tamers. He's going to try to run away as much as he can if you adopt him. That's why you'll have to try to bond with him right away. If you're an outlaw, he'll like you right away for sure! If not, well it may take a while. Batmon only goes out at night since he hates the light of day. He can go out in the daylight but hates it with a passion. Is there a positive side to this digimon? Yea there is, once you bond with him, he'll have respect for you for the rest of his life. You'll have to do something big for him but it sure is worth it. Wanna adopt a rebellious digimon? Adopt Batmon! General Information: Name: Batmon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Virus Attack: Shriek Batmon's Attack Batmon's attack is called Shriek. His attack is simply soundwaves coming from his mouth. Really strong and strident. It has a huge impact on insect type digimon. You know like Arukenimon, she could control both Digmon and Stingmon only with the sound of her flute. Well with Shriek, Batmon can control insect Digimon. It has an effect on other types too but not in the same way. It simply hurts their ears. Batmon hates to fight digimon that aren’t insect types. The ones he hates most are "godly" digimons.

Bidionmon: Meet Bidionmon! Basically, he is a total goofball, and never takes anything seriously, he jokes around a lot and sometimes can even be considered stupid or distracted. General Information: Name: Bidionmon Type: Beast Digimon Attribute: Vaccine Attack: Flaming Needles Bidionmon's Attack he bends down and fires razor sharp needles on fire...ouch

#Esse's Digimon Adoptions #Digimon FDD

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unfortunate-rp · 5 years

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Congratulations, LIV! You have been accepted as your desired character, AVA COLEMAN. I especially loved in your app the amount of detail you went into the Anything Else section to show what makes Ava Ava. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

OOC Your Name: Liv Your Age: 21 Your Pronouns: She/Her Time zone: EST Activity Level: 5; I’m in grad school-enough said there. I can be on pretty reliably a bit each day though. Tumblr account (for contact purposes): ooopsydaisy or thatparkinsongirl (If applying for second character) Characters played: NA (If applying for second character) Will you be able to handle a second character?: NA How did you find us?: The lsrpg tag I think. Triggers: None IC Character you’re applying for: Ava Coleman Why did you choose this character?: Before I even knew if Sybil’s wife would be a playable char I was fascinated with the idea of her. Right out of the gate, there’s so much potential for her. Ugh the angst, the character development, the mystery sh’s now caught up in. Secondary character preference: Ruby Cohen! If I have time I’m apping her too. A sample in character: The cats, Rosalind and Aslop, were crying in their carriers in the back seat and eventually Ava started too. With every mile, every turn she drove further and further from home; no, that wasn’t right, 667 Dark Avenue wasn’t home, not really. Home was Sybil. The truck was packed full of their life together, at least; every scrap of paper, every trinket, Ava didn’t dare get rid of anything or even place it in storage. Anything could be a clue, a message, an answer. She’d been around enough grieving families though by now to know that answers were a bandaid on a gaping wound and it was a gaping wound. Days after the funeral, but before the whispering of her own guilt began, Ava had woken in their bed to a noise in the kitchen, just the cats, but for a moment, sleep still clinging to her, it was any other morning, Sybil puttering around the kitchen as the coffee brewed. The car crash impact of realization, of remembrance, knocked the air out of her lungs, left her gasping alone in a bed for two, knees drawn up to her chest, trying to lessen the stomach deep pain. No one had ever explained to her how physical an emotional wound could hurt you. Pulling into the driveway of her new house, Ava tried to see it with Sybil’s eyes. It was charming enough with the view of the lake, butter yellow door, shutters, and creeping ivy. Some of that was detracted by the perpetual gray skies and the mist rolling in off the lake. It would’ve been a nice place to get away for a vacation but Sybil had always liked being in the city, in the bustle of things. Ava’s only instructions to the realtor had been for a small place out of the city, anything to get away from the whispers about her guilt. She’d have to endure it still at work, particularly where the motto was, it’s always the spouse, but at least here she was far enough from any neighbors. She slid out of the truck, grabbing the cat carriers first, Rosalind had finally settled down, having given in to her circumstances, but Aslop had switched from mournful meows to low hisses. Sybil had always joked about how each cat took after them. “We’re gonna be all right,” she murmured quietly to them, praying it wasn’t a lie. She shoved her way through the door, stopping just inside. It was so horrifically empty, bare walls, nothing but open space. The room opened straight to the living room, hard wood floors everywhere, and the kitchen tucked in the corner beyond her. At least here where Sybil had never been, she didn’t see phantoms of her everywhere-laughing over the stove as the pot of spaghetti boiled over everywhere, on the couch, cello laid out before her, carefully tending to the strings, at the desk in the study, poring over her commonplace book, a small wrinkle between her eyebrows. Ava wanted to cry, to just give into the sadness. Instead she knelt down carefully and opened up both of the cat carriers, letting them both slink off to explore. One box by one, she dragged everything in, leaving them all in haphazard stacks against the wall. She’d carefully labeled each and every box to ensure the smoothest unpacking but even still, it would be a long process. The boxes with Sybil’s name on them glared back at her. The only piece of furniture she bothered with for now was the disassembled bed, the wooden slats deposited in the one bedroom and the mattress on the floor in the living room until she could find the energy to get it down the hallway. Collapsing onto it, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Her heart ached for home, fruitlessly, uselessly. Eventually, as day faded away around her, the room growing dark, she felt the pressure of small cat paws against her chest. Eyes still on the ceiling, she reached a blind hand out, expecting to meet Rosalind’s furry head; instead, it was Aslop, and her one nub of an ear. Aslop had always been the more independent of the two cats, always exploring, sneaking outside even sometimes. And yet, here in an exciting new place, she curled up on Ava’s chest and started purring loudly. Ava let out a shaky breath, loud in the silence. What headcanons or plans do you have for this character? (Please take any current plotdrops into consideration):

Mostly just vague ideas at the moment. I feel like the direction I go will have a lot to do with her interactions with other people and with the development of the plot. That said, in my mind Ava’s always been one of the more background members of VFD, she joined late, she’s more into research than fighting on the front lines. Poor girl’s asthmatic and petrified of planes and quite simply not that type of person. BUT, god is she desperate to know what happened to Sybil, I think it’ll be very interesting for this desperation to push her outside of her comfort zone, to slide more into the action. OR alternatively, again a lot of this hinges on where the plot goes, I love a good moral quandary, Ava either making a fishy, not great deal with a firestarter for information or even her finding something out in her investigation that makes her doubt the holy mission of the volunteers (particularly since many of them even ones she considered friends doubt her innocence). I think her connection with Adam will be very interesting to explore. His doubt in her, their workplace relationship, his lack of knowledge about VFD. Super excited. Her and Lauren’s connection should be super fun as well. Nothing like a good arch nemesis plot. I kind of can’t wait. Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio?: I didn’t see either of them in any of the characters and I don’t know if you had something planned for them down the line but I’m very interested in Ava’s sister in laws, Clara and Isabella. I think it would be nice and heartwrenching for her to still have a family of sorts even after Sybil’s death. I mean plus they both just sounded super interesting.

Anything else?: A few valuable, factual details, Ava, a young girl, curled in the old green armchair in the sitting room of her grandmother’s house.The heavy book in her lap was too old for her and boring moreover but it was a better alternative to staring out the window, watching, waiting for two people who wouldn’t be coming back (Ava had known it was the last time during the last time her parents came, she could feel it in the air, in the lingering kiss to her forehead her mother bestowed, her father tucking her in that night. Every movement whispered goodbye. It was a good thing she had this experience-it meant she knew how to recognize nonverbal goodbyes.). In a month’s time, Grammy Ellie would take pity on her and make the trek up to the attic to bring down her daughter’s, Ava’s mother, childhood book collection. She never could stop watching though. Wanting. It didn’t take long for her to read every book of her mother’s twice over. The library two streets down from Grammy’s was a small affair, homey, with not enough shelves for all their books. It was love at first sight. If she wasn’t home, she was guaranteed to be there. She didn’t play at the playground like the other children, didn’t run and scream up down the street. She was largely alone as a child; no one else understood her and she didn’t understand them. They had no interest in anatomy and chemistry and constellations, didn’t want to listen to her excited explanation of what black plague did to the body. It was okay; she didn’t even know she was lonely (that would come later). Primary school was merely a series of disappointments. Medical school might have been as well if not for that fateful taxi drive. The VFD was full of people just like her, full of that gnawing yearning for knowledge, for importance, for saving the world. It was a group of people who had as children all been told at one point or another to tone down their excitement about something. She made her first real friends there, her family (she discovered just how lonely she’d been all along). Friends she was desperate to protect in any way that mattered; for her that was using her medical skills to patch up the members of the VFD risking their lives on the front lines. A year after joining, she’d graduated from med school as an internist. Having a purpose among her family filled her with joy. Ava was often called into headquarters to patch someone up, small burns and other minor wounds mostly. That was until the panicked, late night phone call from one of her friends. Ava rushed across town her heart beating in her throat, hearing the words, poison, oh god, Ava, what do I do, I can’t lose him, over and over. She got there just in time, just in time to watch him die. She was still performing fruitless CPR, his wife sobbing on their kitchen floor, when the ambulance arrived. It would not be the last death. Going back to school for a residency and then fellowship in forensic pathology was an easy decision for her. If she couldn’t save her friends’ lives then she would do her best to respect and speak for them after death. Sybil had once asked how she could possibly bare it and Ava, unsure herself sometimes, had told her that she saw it as being a translator of sorts, passing on the last words of the dead to the family. Sybil, staring back at her, leaned up and kissed her forehead and it felt so much like a goodbye that Ava had whispered, please don’t put me through that (she would, of course, and there was a part of both of them that knew Sybil would). Sybil Holloway was a tornado carving a line of destruction through her from the first moment to the very last. She was Ava’s first everything, first friend, first kiss, first date, first time, first love. From the very moment Ava laid eyes on her, Sybil at a party, playing her cello for a small group, the music bleeding out of Sybil like a tide, she knew Sybil was special. They were as many people told them a disgusting couple, eyes following each other, soft touches, easy companionship, trust, support. Understanding. That, more than anything else was what Ava thought people were searching for, understanding, to hear an answering echo of your own spirit in someone else. Even so, it wasn’t a perfect relationship, no that would require perfect people and neither Ava or Sybil were that. Sybil never hesitated from taking on dangerous work for the VFD, dangerous, secretive work. Whispered conversations, late nights poring over notes she didn’t share, and sudden trips she claimed were just for searching out antiques. Ava knew this wasn’t the full truth and though she wanted to give Sybil her privacy she was terrified too—so many of their friends had died lately.

They fought over it occasionally when Ava’s worry became too much. Sybil accused of her of not trusting her, of acting like Sybil was just never going to come back one day just like her parents. No one could hurt you quite like someone who knew you well. They fought about it publicly at a small VFD gathering a week before the fundraiser and though they later made up at home that night, Ava knew that fight was still ringing in people’s ears as they looked at Sybil’s vacant fragile dead body sprawled on the sidewalk.

#elodie yung fc #accepted #bio rp #asoue rp #a series of unfortunate events rp

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