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I feel like aside from not white washing the clones the bad batch might be better if crosshair wasnt redeemed. Like he uses being a good soldier as am excuse for committing atrocities but he actually is just ok with it and he doesnt get a convenient out of it being a chip and he willingly works for the empire would imo work better

Sorry an pt2 to that ask but like I know timblr loves their redemption arcs and calling anyone who dislikes them cops or morally wrong. But I just feel like acting like anyone and everyone can be redeemed is also just a bad lesson to teach and that redemption has to start with the character realizing they're wrong and wanting to do better key word being wanting, and I dont see that in crosshair. He doesnt come off as someone who wants to be redeemed, he seems pretty into the warcrime and evil. I hope I'm making sense.

I also wonder what TBB would be like if they'd gone the much riskier but potentially more fulfilling route of not redeeming Crosshair. They could make him a tragic character at that point, but only if they simultaneously make all of the bad batch at complete moral odds with him, but also still have faith in him.

Crosshair as he stands now has two reasons for why he joined the empire: arrogance/superiority and because he wasn't opposed to the violence. his leaving only addresses the former, and barely. as in, he says he left because the empire wasn't loyal to him. But the violence he committed against innocents, and the violence the Empire committed against entire groups of people, don't mean anything to him. If they did, he would have mentioned them.

Sason 3's emotional arc for him focuses on all the wrong things as they try to force a redemption that, to me, doesn't feel earned. Does crosshair respect the regs? No. I don't see that, at least. He maybe, at the most, tolerates them. But the writers use saving Howzer's life as a stand in for Crosshair actually doing the work of owning up to getting a lot of Howzer's men hurt/killed. Crosshair should have had to own up to the fact that he likely traumatized Omega by a) trying to get her shot, b) trying to set her on fire basically, and c) knowing that the Empire foreced him to do (a) and (b) and still choosing them over her.

I also don't think omega should have been so gungho to forgive him.

If they keep Crosshair evil, this can give the Batch permanent emotional consequences and conflicts to deal with. Maybe they all think differently about how to address the Crosshair Question. Maybe they all beg and plead with him—really plead—to join them, and when he refuses, they leave. And then he hems and haws over maybe being good, but his fatal flaw is that he will always fight to be at the top of a pyramid that was designed to keep him at the bottom. Family be damned. He needs his superiority affirmed.

They also could still redeem him (blegh) but really show us that he respects the regs as much as he respects himself and his brothers. That he values their insights, thoughts, and opinions, and does want to see them saved from Tantiss. He doesn't do any of this, of course, and the writers make no effort to show that side of him. You'll get fans who maybe will say that he does respect regs. It'll be like struggling to plug in a lamp with a short cable into a wall and then insisting the light is on.

I saw someone else say that sometimes the conclusions drawn or themes understood in TBB are all things that could be plausible if you stretched. Like yeah, that's a conclusion you can reach, but the pieces aren't really there, you know?

Crosshair gets forgiveness for the wrong things and doesn't really work for them at any point, in my opinion. I said this on a podcast I guested on about a year ago, but saving someone's life doesn't always mean you actually, really respect them. Many people are simply not comfortable with having someone die in front of them. Crosshair, despite how severe he could be and how space-racist he could be, didn't seem the type (to me) to willingly leave anyone to die. he sucked but he wasn't evil like that, hence why I don't count him saving Mayday on that ice planet as a major leap in morals the way audiences are expected to view it.

because, again, when he says why he left the empire, does he say "Because they mistreated clones like mayday the same way they mistreated me, and i realized that the Empire was only ever going to hurt everyone regardless of how we value ourselves, which made me realize im not better than the regs and also that the Empire, which wiped out the jedi and killed civilians, is actually atrocious"? No. He puts himself first: loyalty, and loyalty to him. Yeah, he's learned to be loyal to his brothers, but their moral differences not playing a part at all in their emotional conflicts is making me believe that if TBB had all decided to join the Empire, Crosshair never would have left for any other reason. Again, the atrocities are a non-issue to him.

(Crosshair and hunter argue, but it's about HUnter's alleged guilt over not rescuing omega but Crosshair being the one to get him out. Not Crosshair's antics being part of the reason why Tech is dead. Not Crosshair repeatedly endangering the squad after his chip's out because he thinks they ow him loyalty before they're required to stick to their morals).

This post has gotten away from me, so I'm going to leave it here. I've been toying around with a rewrite of them for some time, and I might make Crosshair the epitome of lateral oppression and self-loathing in a marginalized person. He needs the oppressor's approval, the oppressor's power, even if it might cost him his life.

#ask #the more tbb moves away from him the more he doubles down kind of thing #if we'd just be Good Soldiers (''one of the good ones'') then we'd be safe #if we'd just be one of the good ones we'll have power #we dont have to be like the regs (derogatory) who dont think for Themselves #even though he only thinks that way bc--well you get the idea #ch posts #idk at the moment im actually drawing him but w a waaaay less annoying face aksjhdfsakjfda #long post #uhhh #meta #ig?#anyways reblogs off i want peace

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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the compound part two

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warnings: very brief illusion to sex (still sfw), alien apocalypse au!, violence, guns/shooting, little bit of angst

part one / part two

you let out a groan as you wake up, stretching before realizing you aren't laying atop your usual bedroll laid over grass and soil, but rather a real bed.

“shh, it's okay.” rafe presses a kiss to your forehead.

“oh my god, it was real.” you open your eyes to rafe hovering over you, a look of slight concern in his eyes.

“it's real, im here.” he says softly. you look down at your body. rafe had partially undressed you to make your sleep more comfortable, as well as bandaged the cut on your leg.

“was it bad?” you ask, tilting your knee to see your calf. the gauze is completely clean and sterile white, not something you've seen since the aliens came.

“it wasn't too deep. you won't need stitches but will have to stay off it for a bit.” rafe moves to lay down next to you, letting you snuggle into his chest. you block it out for a minute. block out the pain, the fear, the death and destruction. in this moment, it's just you and rafe.

“i also cleaned you up a bit. still sleep just as deep.” rafe smirks. you examine your body closer, arms and legs gently washed clean from the dirt and grime built up that felt inevitable.

“how did you get here?” you question. “how did you become in charge of all of… this?”

“my uncle, the one in the military. he was stationed here. i figured since he was high ranking, he would be kept in charge of the base while the other soldiers went to fight the aliens…” rafe continues to explain his story. how as soon as he arrived, his uncle made him his right hand man until the base was attacked by aliens. rafe managed to survive along with a few others who looked to him for leadership. they reinforced the base and expanded ever since.

“how much food do you have?” you ask.

“enough.” rafe simply says, which makes you frown and pick your head up to look at him.

“is it true you don't help anyone? even those who beg?”

rafe sighs. he knew this topic would inevitably come up. you have a soft heart, sure you've built up walls after being burnt too many times trying to help others, but your nature is still gentle and sweet compared to rafes.

“i gotta put my men first. i can't just give handouts to anyone who wants them. we'd have nothing left for ourselves.” rafe hopes the explanation is enough to dissuade you. “but you're first now, baby. the men here will protect you. you don't have to fight anymore.”

you allow rafe to turn you onto your back, to kiss you while hovering over you, relaxing his body into yours as you reconnect, trying desperately to make up for lost time.

“when is the next hunting party going out?” you ask rafe, scratching your fingers over his head, rubbing through his hair as he looks at the various papers scattered on his desk. maps of nearby areas, lists upon lists of ingredients, even a guide to native plants.

“probably dawn tomorrow. we are hoping for deer.” rafe says, glancing at the schedule that he has planned out. more detailed for upcoming days, while far off plans are just jotted in.

“can i go with them? im pretty good with a bow.”

rafes hands stop shuffling through the papers, air in the room suddenly going stale. “y/n… it's not safe outside the fence.”

“i lived outside the fence for months. i can hold my own. plus, your guys will have guns.” guns can be hit or miss after the aliens shut down a lot of technology, but thankfully the military ones kept in the base were in pretty good working order. still, everyone prefers their deer to be taken down with arrows.

rafe pushes away from the desk, turning to pull you down onto his lap. “no. im sorry. just… no.”

“rafe, im going to go fucking crazy just staying inside the fence. you barely even let me outside.” it's been two months of adjusting to compound life, two months of reconnecting with rafe, watching him lead with confidence and authority. two months of the itching feeling to move growing.

“i know the alien attacks have lessened. a lot of people think they've pulled out, but we still have occasional sightings. you know how quickly things happen. if you're outside, you're vulnerable.”

you sigh, seeing the look in rafes eye. so much pain and hurt. “okay.” you nod. “okay, not tomorrow. but at some point, i need to do… something, anything.”

“we'll figure it out.” rafe nods. “i promise.”

“thank you.” you nod. so many things have changed about your dynamic since the end of the world, but it still feels familiar at moments, you sitting on his lap, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

“i need you.” you whisper against rafes lips, hands moving down his chest.

“i should keep working.” rafe hums, even as his hands move underneath your shirt.

“but you won't.” you giggle.

you stand behind rafe as he hands out assignments. compound life is a lot different than anything you expected. they focus much more internally, whether it's reinforcing the base or making things more comfortable for the men and few women there.

“klaus, tim and fiona…” rafe reads off the names, the three stepping forward. you know tim a little bit, with him being one of the closest men to rafe, but you haven't interacted with most of the people, rafes orders keeping everyone busy.

“we are turning the central courtyard into a garden. fruits, vegetables, whatever you can get to grow.” rafe explains. he's taken you past the central courtyard before, completely surrounded by compound buildings. it'll be a lot of work, it's completely overgrown, no big trees but years of brush build up.

“y/n.” rafe calls you forward next. you blink at your boyfriend before stepping forward. “you'll be project lead.”

“yes- yes, sir.” you've never called rafe sir before, but it seems right considering the environment, everyone else addressing him as such. rafe didn't mention this assignment to you, but you're glad he did as he hands you a packet of papers, nodding to you to head off with the three compound crew.

you glance back at rafe as you head out of the auditorium. he's already assigning new orders, but catches your eye, nodding to you for encouragement.

you go through the papers with everyone, finding the three people rafe chose an easy mesh. you should have known, they're likely hand picked for you rather than for the actual project.

“i was a botanist before…” klaus says, pausing when your eyes widen, clearly surprised. you never would have guessed a man with such a hard exterior had a job like that before the aliens came.

“a lot has changed since.” klaus grunts out. “everyone is different.”

“i know.” you frown, breaking eye contact. “i didn't mean any offense.”

silence stretches out until fiona clears it with a clearing of her throat. “well, as a botanist or whatever, what plants or shit do we… well, plant.”

you like fiona already. it makes sense that she has been thriving at the compound, her personality being even tougher than most of the men.

klaus begins to explain, and before long the day is over, parting ways as you head back to rafes chambers.

“sorry i sprung that on you.” rafe says when you enter the room, clearly holding back to see if you're upset. “i just wanted to give you something to do.”

“it's okay, i understand.” you nod. springing it on you also deprives you of the chance to say no, which you can't blame rafe for. “it's also good that the rest of the compound sees me contributing.”

“it is.” rafe nods. “can i kiss you then?”

“yes, im not mad.” you smile at your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his lips meet yours.

“our canned food is running low. barely, but it is. this garden is really important, baby.” rafe says softly. “whatever plants grow best, we will be planting more.”

“it's a good plan.” you nod. “sustainable.”

“i guess it makes sense.” you shrug as you fill out your reports. it seems silly to hand in papers stating to rafe what you tell him every night, but it's important to document the progress of the garden.

“what does?” tim questions, also charting his own responsibilities, having split up the work between the four of you to make it easier.

“that the native plants are the ones growing best.”

“i didn't even realize that.” tim laughs, his southern accent thick. he's one of the few at the compound who were stationed here before the attack, originally from louisiana, but claimed he has no interest in going back, knowing there's no one out there waiting for him.

“i think your boy toy is thinking about expanding the garden.” fiona smirks, always coming up with creative names for rafe, especially after seeing the way he hovers over you, even shooting daggers into klaus when he got just a little too close while planting seeds.

“that'd be great. i know we have canned food still and the deer but having fresh food is so needed.” you look up to the courtyard, having chosen to work in an office with a view of the garden. the fresh air is also great for you. you know it's the real reason rafe gave you the job. it allowed you to be outside while still being surrounded by four walls.

“let's call it for tonight.” tim says, setting down his pen. “we have all of tomorrow to work on the reports too.”

“sounds good.” you nod, waving goodbye to everyone until you're the only one in the room. you look out onto the flourishing garden once more before heading out. you know you're not truly alone as two men shadow you, armed to the teeth with guns and knives. your protection, sanctioned by rafe. you turn the corner of the compound, hearing their footsteps speed up to keep visual of you.

instead of turning down the hallway leading towards rafes bedroom, you turn the opposite way towards the exit. you take a deep breath upon pushing open the doors, allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh air, the smell of trees and nature thick instead of the musty smell inside the compounds old walls.

“ma’am.” a harsh voice rings out from the shadows, making you jump. “rafe said to keep you inside.”

“oh please.” you roll your eyes. “the compound hasn't been attacked in months. ill be fine.”

at the capping of your words, a gunshot sounds from further down the fenceline. “get back inside, now!” the man yells at you, sprinting to see what was shot at. maybe it's just a misfire, or someone got lucky and saw a deer.

your detail finally realizes where you've gone, the doors opening behind you as shouts sound out from where the gunfire was heard. you look back at the men, sworn to protect you. they usher you back inside, but instead you turn the other way, towards the noise and action.

you just want to see what's going on as they creep behind you. you get closer, having to squint through the darkening sky to see that the fence has been torn down in one section, flattened like a stampede has rolled through. that's when you hear it. the familiar clicking and rattling associated with the aliens. you hold in your gasp, knowing noise will just attract them towards you as you press your back into the brick wall, hoping that you're camouflaged as you peek around the corner of the building, seeing the alien, a grotesque mix of bloody flesh and robotic gears and metal.

“y/n!” a familiar voice whisper-screams at you. “i need to get you back inside, now.”

you turn away from the corner as the alien bends down over a man who is clearly already long gone to see tim, a gun in hand.

“kill that thing.” you gesture your head around the corner, wanting it gone before it can do any further harm.

“my orders are to keep you safe. ill get you inside first and then we will take it out.” tim explains in a quiet voice. you both realize far too late that it wasn't quiet enough as the clicking gets closer.

“run!” tim shouts, throwing himself around the corner, gun spraying bullets as you sprint, the two guards pull you back, pushing you across the opening towards the closest doors.

you scramble when you hear a scream from tim. “no!” you shout, grabbing one of their guns. one you barely know how to use, but you need to save your friend.

you rush back around the corner when you see the alien over top of tim, one of his arms in its disgusting mouth. you let out a war cry, hoping the bullets previously sprayed into him will be enough for your shots to be the final straw and kill it as you raise your gun, firing at least enough to distract the monster, head turning towards you.

you back up but continue shooting, joined by your guards who quickly flank you. it must be a mature alien, with how many bullets its taking to take it down. you back up, allowing the men to shoot as you back towards the entrance, ready to take cover if needed.

“y/n!” rafe shouts, bursting through the doors. “get inside, now!” your gun clicks, out of bullets. you drop it and run to rafe, letting him pull you inside. you look through the windows on the door, through the thick bulletproof glass as the alien finally falls.

“tims hurt, he needs help.” you tell rafe, but he doesn’t seem to hear you as his face is one of anger.

“you disobey me? i told you to stay inside, and look what happens when you don’t listen!”

“disobey?” you rip yourself out of rafes hold, taking a step back as men rush out the doors between the two of you, to help tim, get rid of the aliens nasty carcass, and most importantly to the compound, repair and reinforce the fence, the alien obviously able to exploit a weak spot.

you press your back against the wall until the stream of men stop. “in case you forgot, i’m not one of your soldiers. im your fucking girlfriend.” you stomp away from rafe, knowing he can’t follow as he has to lead the men outside.

“tims fine.” its the first thing rafe says to you as he enters into your bedroom. you’re changed into your pajamas, but are sat on the edge of the bed, feet dangling as your toes touch along the soft rug.

“his arm from the elbow down wasn’t saveable, but he’ll live.” rafe undoes his weapons before moving to kneel in front of you. you should speak, reply, but you can’t force your mouth to open.

“i’m sorry. sorry for treating you like that.” rafe places his hands on your knees, glad that you don’t push him away. “i love you. i love you so fucking much and i don’t want to lose you. i’ll give you what freedom i can but- but i need you to keep yourself safe too. if you wanted to leave the building that badly, you could have told me.” “i know.” your voice is hoarse. “i love you too.” “im just so fucking scared all the time. i think about you constantly. whenever i can’t see you, im just fucking anxious.” rafe places his head into your lap, relieved when your fingers rub over his scalp, his hair cropped short in the same fashion as most of the men.

“you’re not gonna lose me, rafe.” you promise him. “we found each other. here, at the end of the world, we made our way back to each other.”

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amuseoffyre · 10 months

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This may be wishful thinking...but earlier in The Episode, we get Crowley explicitly comparing Heaven to a beehive, with himself as the hornet, safely escorted inside its well-guarded borders. Aziraphale refuses Metatron's offer several times, outright...until the Metatron bring Crowley into it, and only then does he agree. Crowley's existence on the line is clearly a game-changer. During the end credits, as the lift is going up, we see Aziraphale's carefully neutral expression shift into a smile. I wonder if he knew Crowley would refuse, which is why he doesn't seem as devastated as we'd expect, and his goal was just to get into Heaven, in an accepted, established position.

Is it too much to hope that Aziraphale may have something more on the mind, once he gets to Heaven, than being a god little worker bee?

My thought when it came to Crowley's comment there was that Aziraphale knows Heaven is like that too and part of his logic about getting Crowley into Heaven with him is that "once you're in there", they don't see you as an invader.

If we extend the bee metaphor further, Aziraphale has been convinced he's going into heaven as the person in charge. He believes he'll be able to make a difference in there. But you can't have two queen bees in a hive. One of them will always kill the other. They will not take a rival. This is between Aziraphale and the Metatron now.

My brain went to Pratchett's Lord and Ladies book as soon as the bee analogy came up as well because it's a good summation of Heaven. They're an entity working towards a single goal. They all work together, unquestioning, but the second there are two forces at loggerheads (two queens) it doesn't work. As Terry put it so succinctly "slash! Stab!" - you can't have two people trying to control/run it. One will destroy/get rid of the other and only the strongest will prevail.

And I think S3 is when Aziraphale realises exactly how strong he is. A lot of the time he's let the other angels squash him down, confine and constrain him with their rules and codes, but now, he has gone all-or-nothing to protect Crowley and humanity. Now, he won't hold back.

The Metatron believes he is predictable and I think that'll come back and bite him hard, because yes Aziraphale is predictable in that he will defend. But he was a soldier once, a fighter, and he will fight if needs be. As Crowley said to Nina, "he's unpredictable". This is the angel who told Heaven to stuff it and backflipped out of there to go and stop Armageddon 1.0. More recently, he was willing to put Heaven and Hell on a war footing to protect two humans. He didn't need to. He could have just removed himself from the situation, but he stayed to protect them as they stayed to help him.

Slash. Stab. The Metatron has no idea who he has invited back into his hive.

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #gos2 #go s2 #good omens spoilers

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esamastation · 7 months

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Part forty-four of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two, forty-three

Observation log, 8th of October, 16:34.

Sephiroth spent most of the day redecorating the house before fixing up the yard to his liking. He's pretty particular about where everything goes. Hewley's fixed up a training field for him, and bedrooms for all of us. No idea who will be cooking. At a guess, it's not going to be either one of the SOLDIERs.

After poking around the house, they set up to practise outside. No sign of any usual energy activity from Sephiroth so far - just normal sword practice. Sephiroth seems to be teaching Hewley how to actually use his huge ass sword.

Seems like a good teacher.

Observation log, 8th of October, 18:45

Sword practice finished, no new developments to report. Sephiroth is teaching Hewley how to meditate. Apparently it's "good for your energies" to meditate after practice.

Rude finally decided to show up with our supplies. No fucking wonder it took him forever - the dumbass hauled the whole load in with a handcart. Still, got everything here alright, so, gotta hand it to him, man doesn't quit easy.

I guess I'm cooking tonight. Hope everyone likes chili!

Observation log, 8th of October, 21:13

Sephiroth is reading through all the writing left behind by the previous owner of the safehouse. I would like to note that there's no mention of him knowing Wutai language anywhere in his file. Hewley is checking the perimeter. Rude passed out after eating.

Chili was universally enjoyed by all! This ends the 8th of October log.

Observation log, 9th of October, 10:05

Well. It's safe to say that energy alignment work has begun.

After breakfast Sephiroth informed us that he'd be going to the training field and that he shouldn't be disturbed for any reason - that we're free to watch, but that's it, and even if his practice runs past dinner time, that was fine. Just let him do his thing.

The implication that if we got in his way, we'd go the way of the SOLDIER training room, was pretty clear.

He's been working on sword forms ever since, going on for three hours now. It doesn't look that different from the usual sword practice he does - but it feels different. Even before he started glowing. It feels like when someone is firing off a spell, that rushing, on fire, kinda electric feeling? It feels like that, like Sephiroth's firing off spells every which way, just, nonstop. But he isn't.

Hewley looks kinda like someone hit him over the head with a crowbar, so whatever he's sensing with his SOLDIER enhancements must be pretty wild.

Observation log, 9th of October, 13:45

Energy alignment is still going, with no change and no visible signs of exhaustion from Sephiroth.

Asked Hewley over lunch what he thought of the whole thing and what the alignment practice felt like to him.

Hewley: "Have you ever seen a natural Mako spring? I'm originally from the Mideel Islands, and there's a bunch of them - and the really old and active ones tend to have a buildup of Materia around them. They feel like nothing else - people use them for all kinds of health benefits."

Rude: "Sephiroth feels like a… healing spring?"

Hewley: "Kind of. One with a whirlpool in the middle… and maybe a thunderstorm looming overhead."

Observation log, 9th of October, 17:30

Sephiroth is still at it. He hasn't even taken a break to piss!

Observation log, 9th of October, 19:15

Sephiroth stopped the sword practice, finally, but it doesn't feel like it's over. He's still glowing, and now he's sitting in the middle of the field, meditating. He has one hand on his stomach, and Hewley is worried about another blood vomiting possibility. Like maybe what he's doing is making physical changes to his insides. Which is just such a lovely thought just before dinner!

We've decided not to disturb him - but Rude's making a plate for him, just in case he'll be done soon.

Observation log, 9th of October, 21:15

Sephiroth is still meditating. Guess that means seconds for the rest of us!

Observation log, 9th of October, 23:50

When is this asshole going to go to bed?!

Observation log, 10th of October, 02:05

Fucking finally! Sephiroth finally stopped, got up, had a wash and went to bed. This concludes the log for the 9th of October. Goddamn.

Observation log, 10th of October, 10:40

It's hard to say what, if anything, the previous day actually achieved. Sephiroth doesn't look or feel different, and he still acts the same. Reno can't tell if there's any difference either. He seems just as weird as before.

Hewley grilled him on the whole thing, but Sephiroth wasn't exactly forthcoming.

Exact transcript of Sephiroth's and Hewley's discussion:

Sephiroth: "Can you feel the MP inside you? I don't mean just when you use it, or when you're running low - everyone becomes more aware of the volume of their blood when they have anaemia, that's not what I mean. I mean right now - can you feel the MP you have? How about the Mako?"

Hewley: "I guess, sort of? I mean, I do feel different than I did before I had any treatments, and I know I have MP, but that's probably not what you mean?"

Sephiroth: "No, not exactly. I guess it doesn't actually matter."

Hewley: "Hey, no, you got me curious now. What does it feel like for you?"

Sephiroth: "It's like I have a concrete lump of… crude energy in my gut."

Hewley: "Crude?"

Sephiroth. "Raw, unprocessed, unrefined."

Hewley: "That's the Mako inside you?"

Sephiroth: "That too."

Hewley: "And with your energy alignment practice, you're… refining that?"

Sephiroth: "Something like it."

Hewley: "That's incredible. What will happen if you succeed?"

Sephiroth: "... Guess we'll see once I do."

Observer's note, I don't know what the hell that means, but the look on his face was fucking scary. Sephiroth knows exactly what it means. And he knows it will have some consequences going forward. And he definitely expects those consequences to be mostly bad. But he's still doing it!

So here's a question; does Sephiroth himself know why he's doing what he's doing? Does he have a plan, is this part of some scheme - or is he blindly following impulses he probably doesn't fully understand?

Sephiroth went back to work immediately after eating breakfast, and it looks like it's going to be another 12 hours of glowy sword swinging.

I should've brought a magazine or something.

Gonna be skipping some time in the next few parts.

#Fanfiction #ffvii #ff7 #Svsss #reno of the turks #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #angeal hewley #rude of the turks

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 1 month

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I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 4462

Summary:

A fight about your safety ensues when pictures of the two of you together get leaked by a fellow agent and former one night stand. He's livid that your relationship is exposed to the world and now could be used against him. You could care less who knows about your relationship. You've been together over a year, you knew what dating the former Winter Soldier brought with it. No, you're pissed that some bitch, who doesn't even count as an ex, is trying to ruin the best thing to happen to you.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Some Humor, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Song Lyrics, Inspired by Music, Not Canon Compliant, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, P In V Sex

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This oneshot came out of nowhere one evening when I was listening to music on my phone while working on another fic. A cover of the song "Issues" (originally performed by Julia Michaels) came on and my mind was flooded with this idea and story that I need to flesh out. I have no control of my muse. I just write the stories she tells me to. HAPPY READING! Lyrics for the song Issues by Cameron Bedell will be in bold. ( Here's a link for you to check out the song ) Thoughts in italic.

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You're trying to get him to understand that the real problem is the agent and not the exposure. Yes you now have to be more careful when you're somewhere without him. But it's not much different than what you were already doing.

"If she leaked us being together what makes you think she wouldn't leak other more sensitive information. Hell, she already could have!" You argue, trying to get him to see the whole picture.

"I don't give a fuck about some jealous drunken hook up who still feels jaded. I never wanted you in danger. That's why it was so important to keep us hidden." He snaps back.

Your emotions finally get the best of you. "I never WANTED to be hidden James! I went along with it because it was something you needed that made you feel secure. One less reason I might leave."

You shake your head as the tears begin to well in your eyes. "We're over a year in. I thought we'd be out to more than just people with enough clearance to be made aware. Makes me feel like your dirty little secret. I don't want to be that forever."

"Keeping your attachment to me hidden keeps you safe. What about that dont you understand?" He's so lost in his fear that he can't see things clearly.

"No. It leaves me vulnerable and easier to take with no one noticing because they're unaware of my relationship to the deadliest man I know." You calmly state. That seems to get his attention. "How can anyone fear the repercussions of even trying to get close to me like that without knowing who to be afraid of?"

He just stands there. Tension radiating off his body.

You let out an exasperated sigh and start walking to your door. "I think you need to go Bucky. I can't do this with you right now. You're so lost in your anger and fear that you're not thinking clearly. And I'm just plain pissed off. I don't want either of us to say something we regret later."

A look of shock crosses his face. "Doll, you can't be serious? We just got exposed. You're not safe."

"No one knows where I live, yet."

"Key word, yet."

"James." You reach for the knob. "Please just give me some time alone. I know where to find you when I'm ready. We both need to think about things from all angles."

He walks up to you and pins you to the door with a soul crushing kiss. Putting all of his fear and love into that one small gesture. He pulls away and allows you to open the door. Just as he crosses the threshold he turns his head your way. "This is far from over, doll. Don't keep me waiting too long."

You spend the next couple of days working through your thoughts with your guitar. Letting the music take you where you need to be. Mending the frayed edges and soothing the aches.

Through your musical therapy a song develops. Something that you think might help ease things between the two of you. Because, let's face it, you miss your man something fierce.

Every imperfect piece of him. Responding to his texts just to let him know you’re safe and alive, just isn't going to cut it anymore. Someone has to yield first, and it looks like this time around, it’s going to have to be you.

Mind made up on what you are going to do, you decide to give Steve a call.

It rings three times before he picks up. “Rogers.”

“Hey Stevie. How’s he holding up?” You waste no time asking what you so desperately want to know.

“Hey, Dollface.” He sighs. “‘Fraid to say, he’s not doing too great. Seems his already short fuse has shortened significantly. Had to take him off the training roster for the recruits because too many couldn't keep up with his demands or got injured.”

“Shit.” You shake your head even though you know he can't see it. “I was hoping he had calmed down some by now. I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t think he'd still be affected this much.”

“It’s not your fault. You know how overprotective he is in general. Add a threat, from the inside at that, and he goes nuclear.” He excuses.

“Well, I think I may have a solution to our problems.” You admit. “If not at least a band-aid for the time being. I’m going to need you and Sam’s help though. If you're willing of course.”

“I’m all ears. Want me to grab Sam so you don't have to explain it twice?”

“That would be great actually. I’d appreciate not having to spend more energy than I need too.”

“Alright. Hang on a sec.” You hear shuffling, followed by a door opening. Then the tell tale sound of a knock and a muffled voice before a door opens once more. “Hey Sam. Mind if I come in? I’ve got Buck’s best girl on the phone and she has something she wants to go over with us.”

“No problem man. Come on in.” Sam replies.

Once safely behind Sam’s door he places the phone on speaker. “Okay, doll. Tell us your plan.”

“It’s pretty simple really. I’ve used my time alone to reflect and process things the best way I know how. With my guitar.” You lightly chuckle. “Anyway. Long story short, I wrote something for James and I want to surprise him by performing it in front of you all.”

“All of us?” Sam asks.

“Well, just the Avengers. A small little private concert type of thing. Though I'll only be singing the one song halfway through. My friend has a great band that I think you all would love. If you can get Tony to hire them for the night to do a private show for you guys, I can sneak my performance in.”

“So Bucky will know about the private show but not that you're a part of it?” Steve questions for clarification.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘P’ for emphasis. “Think you can sway Tony to make this happen?”

“Seeing as how this should improve Bucky’s temperament and save us doing extra recruit rotations and paperwork. I don't see Tony being a problem. Text us when you know if your friend's band can do it and we’ll take it from there.” You can hear the relief in Steve’s voice over your plan.

“Thank you guys. I owe you big time.” You declare.

“Just help us get the normal grumpy old man back. That’s all we ask.” Sam imparts.

“That’s the plan.”

Tonight’s the night. You rub your hands anxiously against your thighs as the town car Tony sent for you cruises leisurely down the long Compound driveway. You surpass the front roundabout and make your way around to the back, near the private entrance and garage the Avengers use.

You text your friend Marco, the lead singer of Bow & Dagger, that you’ve arrived and to send someone out to get you. Of course your ex Chase, the bassist, is the one to greet you. He leans his body against the door frame, a smirk plastered across his face, as he scans your body from the bottom up. “Looking good Firefly.”

You roll your eyes at the use of your old nickname. “Still using that outdated moniker Chase?”

He quirks a brow at you. “You’ll always be my firefly. Maybe even more so now that you’ve gotten away. I’ll forever be chasing your light.”

You can't help but laugh at him. “Does that lyrical prose still work on the female population nowadays?”

“I’ve had no complaints.” He shrugs. “It used to work on you just fine if I remember correctly. Hell you used to toss it right back at me.”

“The blessed naivety of youth. Thank the Goddess that I grew up and my priorities shifted. I’m a more well rounded individual now. Less in search of useless validation.”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest. “Still got those talons, I see.”

“Never leave home with them.” You wink at him. “You gonna let me in so you can make that paycheck I’m sure is well above your normal fee, or stand there all night?”

“Get in here smartass before Marco lays in to me for wasting time.” He moves aside.

You walk into the pseudo green room and are immediately smothered in a bear hug. “Hiya Stu. I’m happy to see you too.” You say into his barreled chest. “Mind letting up a bit. I kinda need to feel my fingers in order to play.”

He quickly lets go, only to place his hands on your shoulders and stare at you with a dopey smile across his face. “I’m sorry girlie. I’m just so happy to see ya. It’s been too long.”

“It has. I’m sorry ‘bout that.” You wince. “Life kind of got away from me. You know how it goes.”

“I’d say all is forgiven, seeing as you booked us this sweet gig.” Marco butts in, scooping you up in a hug himself.

“Fuck yeah! I finally get to shoot my shot with the Black Widow.” Stu exclaims.

“It’s the least I could do. You guys have no idea how much you're helping me out here.” You walk over to the couch and place your travel case down.

“What exactly are we helping you with anyway?” Chase inquires.

“Some Rom-Com grand gesture type shit” You smugly state.

“No shit?” Stu asks.

“I speak only the truth.”

“You gonna tell us who the unlucky schmuck is?” Chase snipes.

“With that attitude, you’re just going to have to wait and see.” You give him a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat’s. “The look on your face is going to be fucking priceless. I can’t wait.”

Before he can respond with some dickish comment, there’s a knock on the door, followed quickly by Tony and Steve entering the room.

Steve makes his way over to you. “Hey Dollface. You ready to get this show on the road?”

“I’m all set if these knuckleheads are ready to head on out there.” You turn towards the boys. “Have you guys met your benefactor for tonight's little private concert?”

“Negatory little lady.” Stu speaks up first, walking over to Tony. “Howdy Mr. Stark. The name’s Stu. Bow and Dagger’s drummer and loveable goofball. That’s Chase. Bassist and resident fuckboy. And the merose looking fucker over there is Marco our lead guitar and vocals.”

“That suits you.” Tony imparts. “You certainly give off drummer vibes. Lots of energy. Any questions on how this is gonna work?”

“I wouldn't mind a breakdown.” You pipe up.

"Here's how it's going to go." Steve grabs everyone's attention with his Captain voice. "We're going to gather the team in the common room where Sam and I set up a stage earlier. Tony is going to introduce the band. You'll play 3 songs and announce your taking a 5 min smoke break. That's when Dollface here is going to make her way on stage and do her thing."

He smiles over at you. "Hopefully if all goes well you guys will finish your set and then you're welcome to stay for dinner and hang out."

"Solid plan golden boy. You come up with that all on your own." You joke.

"Always with the smart quips. I'll remember that. Now let's get moving before the team gets restless and wanders off."

So far the evening was flowing seamlessly. As Bow & Dagger played the last notes on your third song, your nerves decided to make themselves known. You watched them announce their break and leave the stage.

Before you could sabotage yourself, you made your way onto the tiny stage and turned to the group of mostly stunned superheroes. “Hey guys. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting. I have some things I need to get off my chest and thought I might provide some intermission entertainment in the process.”

You roam the space for Bucky and lock eyes with his Steel blues, seated on the sofa next to Steve. Taking a deep breath, your fingers begin to strum the opening chords, the team looking on in curiosity over what may come out of your mouth.

Sustaining eye contact you let the lyrics flow out of you as if there is no one else in the room.

Mmm mm mm I'm jealous I'm overzealous When I'm down I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down I get angry Baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I could leave you just this fast

You take in his demeanor, stock still but engaged nonetheless.

But you don't Judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too

The only thought in your head is Here goes nothing, as you put your whole heart into the chorus.

'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You breathe a little easier when you notice him start to soften. Just absorbing the piece of your soul you're sharing with everyone.

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect Poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out Pull you back in

A subtle smile crosses his face at the truth in your words. The picture of him that many do not get to see. You really get into it as you run through the bridge and chorus one more time. Now it’s time to bring it home and woo your man.

Ooohhh, Need you OOOOOOH AHHHH I got issues You got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you Ooh hoo hoo I got issues One of them is how bad I need yoou Issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You could hear a pin drop in the room as Bucky rises from his seat and makes his way over to the stage. You swallow and try to get your breathing under control as you have no idea what is going to happen.

Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, broad chest heaving. He brings his hands up and cups your face before pulling you into an earth shattering kiss.

You forget that you have an audience until the sound of their cheers and clapping reaches your ears. You think you not only hear but see the muted flash of a camera through your closed lids.

You come up for air to see Bucky with the most lovesick expression on his face. “You did all that for me?”

You nod your head. “Figured it was the best way to get you to listen and understand.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Love you too James.”

Sam rushes over to the stage. “Man, I live streamed the whole thing. The people are going crazy over ya’ll.”

“You did what?!” You both blurt out.

“I streamed it. The world already knows about you. Might as well milk it. No need to thank me, damn.”

Bucky moves to jump off the stage and rush Sam. You barely catch him in time. “Hey. Don't let him get to you okay. You know how much he loves to rile you up.”

“Sorry, doll. He’s just such a douchebag sometimes. We were having a moment.” He apologizes, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s fine.” You nip at the flesh as it passes over once more. “What I really want to know is if performing the song in front of everyone was okay? I just wanted you to hear me out and understand my side of things. I didn't want to embarrass you or anything.”

“Doll. Stop rambling.” You shut your mouth. “I loved it. Honestly I liked that they got to see how much you feel for me.”

You beam up at him. “Good.”

“Now I have some displays of affection I need to show you myself. Come on babygirl.” He pulls you off stage and heads towards the hallway that connects with his, Steve and Sam’s wing of the compound.

You’re pulled inside Bucky’s room, tripping over your sneakers as he hurriedly maneuvers you through his space. “James, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep it up.”

He stops in front of the bed, turning toward you. “Shut up.” He grabs your waist and tosses you down on to the mattress, climbing on and caging you in with his massive frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.”

With no time to catch your breath, he renders you incapable of responding by capturing your lips with his own. Kissing life back into your body, as your tongues dance a tango only you know.

He takes his time as his hands roam your curves. Sneaking his cool metal digits under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He begins to remove your shirt, placing his flesh hand underneath your lower back as he slowly lifts your torso to pull your shirt over your head. You raise your arms in aid, grazing your fingertips across the stubble along his jaw when he tosses your shirt aside.

He trails his hands down your flesh until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. With a quick snap of his vibranium fingers your button is undone, your zipper quickly following suit. He starts to slide the denim down, tapping your hip to get you to raise them so that he can remove them entirely.

Leaning back on his haunches, he grabs the back of his shirt with his flesh hand and pulls it off. His lust blown blue eyes focused on you draped over his bed sheets. “So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands up your legs, gripping the waistband of your panties when he reaches your hips and takes his time removing them from your body.

“Take your bra off for me, babygirl.” You lean up on your elbows, reach behind your back and unclasp the garment, letting it fall away from you body.

Leaning forward, he ghosts kisses along all of your exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, ending each with a deep suction.

The slow paced teasing continues, driving your need for him higher. He stops his trek at your mound, hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from your folds. “So beautiful and all mine.” He runs a cool metal finger along your drenched lips. He ensnares you in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, babygir? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes. All of this is yours.” You pant out. Delirious for him to do something more than tease.

“Damn right it is.” He runs a stripe from taint to clit with his skillful tongue. Circling your sensitive little bundle nerves, pulling a moan out of your throat. Having had enough of taking his time slowly torturing you he thrusts his tongue inside your aching center. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to.

“Mmm. James. Fuck. Your tongue feels so good baby.” Your hands anchor themselves in his hair, just enjoying the ride. But that’s not enough for him. He wants you desperate and begging before he gives in and makes you come apart on his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, swirling it along your folds, seeking out every drop of your essence. Moving the appendage upward to lightly circle figure eight patterns on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. So close to falling over that cliff into utter bliss before he pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You sit up, reaching out for his face, wanting to drag him back to your pulsing center.

He scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after sending me away and keeping your distance, is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He unbuckles his belt, drawing your eyes down to his hands working on divesting himself of the last of his garments.

You're hypnotized by his movements. Mouth watering as you wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants drop to the floor. “You went commando.” You whisper out, licking your suddenly dry lips.

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight and Steve came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower to tell me I had to come be a part of the festivities. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He shrugged, wrapping his metal fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drank you in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down, babygirl.” He husks out. The command sends a fresh wave of slickness to your core, anticipating what’s to come, as you slowly lie back.

“Spread those luscious thighs for me, doll. Present me with my perfect little pussy.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself, a bead of precome precariously close to dropping from the tip as he places a knee down on the bed.

You open your legs wide enough to show off your glistening folds. Following his command, but holding back just enough to make him growl and push your thighs open the rest of the way.

“You really wanna play with me right now, babygirl? After keeping this body away from me for days?” He rubs his cock between your cleft, tip bumping against your engorged and still so sensitive clit.

You squirm and whimper, just wanting him to be inside of you already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes your bundle of nerves.

“I’m sorry, James. Please. Need you inside me.” You plead. “It’s been too long since you filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?” You quickly nod your head. “Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” You beg, just wanting him to finally take you, reclaim you as his own.

“As you wish, babygirl.” He slams forward to the hilt, splitting you open with his girth.

He doesn't even give you a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside you. He just pulls back and thrusts in harder. Setting up a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sings in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you doll.” He grunts out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

Your mind can't function enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet. The coil in your core tightening as you dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when you dive off the edge into ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing that your climax is impending, Bucky picks up the pace, swiveling his hips and grinding his pelvis down on your clit for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all you need to lose yourself and let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss, screaming out for the whole compound to hear.

A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now doll. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me so tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill you up? Have me leaking out of you for days?”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in your current state.

It was all the validation that he needed to hear to stop holding back and release the days worth of his seed into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend.

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into you, until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on your chest. Catching his breath and covering your face in sweet kisses as you both come back down to earth.

You stayed locked together, your pussy warming his cock, as you both let your fingertips roam along the other's skin. Allowing yourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction your relationship is heading.

"You sure you're okay with the world knowing about us, doll? You’re not afraid that you'll no longer be safe?" He asks into your neck.

"Like I said before, I feel no less safe than I did before, James.” You tell him with conviction. ”Plus now, I get to rub it in everyone's face that the White Wolf is all mine.” You grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Bucky."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss on your lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and you start the journey towards round two, there’s a knock at the door, followed by Sam’s muffled voice. "You guys done making up yet? Steve wont let us eat until you guys get back out here."

You both can’t help but laugh. "Tell Stevie we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Buck.” Sam scoffs as we walks back to the common area.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get dressed before Stevie comes looking for us next.”

If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

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Before the mask - Part two

Pairing: Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Because Simon wasn’t born as Ghost.

Wordcount: 2946 | Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: Author has daddy issues and not the sexy kind, talking about feelings? Some fluffy lovestory.

A/N: Simon would be around 22/23 in this fic, so it would be set around 2015 ish? Anyway, I didn't have loving parents and I am projecting here.

His eyebrow raises at that last bit. Your mother's words, they hang in the air. It's an offer. The right offer. The one he wants. The one he didn't even know he wanted, but now that it's presented, he needs it.

He can imagine it. Coming home with you at his side, spending time with the ones you love most. Maybe, perhaps... he'll love them like that, too.

"I'd...like that," He said quietly. "If you'd have me, of course."

Your mother smiles, and the smile reaches her eyes. "Of course we'd have you!"

In the background there are some muffled sounds, your father is clearly talking to someone, and the both of you try to make out who it is.

Your father gets back into the screen again, and an older woman sits down next to him. "Grandma!" Your eyes lit up as you see the older woman you adore so much.

You look like a little girl again, the way your eyes light up at the sight of your grandma. He wants to take your hand and pull you close again.

"Hello, sweetheart," she replies softly, and your cheeks flush. The way you smile at her, the affection you show...the feeling in his chest begins to ache again, and he finds it hard to keep himself from letting it out.

It seems they all have a way of bringing that pain to the surface. Especially you.

"This is Simon." You introduce him, pulling him closer to him by his hoodie. "He's a friend. I work with him."

Your grandma smiles at the both of you. "Her grandpa was a soldier." She chuckled. "Used to write me love letters all the time."

You smile at your grandma, you have heard the story a million times, but in times like these you miss them

You pull him closer, and that...it almost shatters him, completely. As if he needed that reminder. As if he needed something else to make him feel vulnerable, to let him feel what's been locked inside for years.

"A soldier?" He finds himself interested in the story. It's not just an excuse to be closer to you, he wants to hear what she has to say.

"What was he like?" He asks, smiling. "Was he a good writer?"

Your grandma laughs. "Horrible writer. As dyslexic as could be. I spent most of the war trying to decode what he meant." It is the truth wrapped in a little joke.

And you laugh too. "Grandpa was in his element when he could put his hands to use." You explained.

"He was a proud woodworker." You added with a smile.

He chuckles softly, hearing the story of the dyslexic love letters that she had to decode. What's even funnier is imagining a tough, stoic soldier trying to express his love for his wife, and writing it in the most jumbled, confusing way possible.

"That sounds adorable."

He turns to you, still smiling slightly. "I bet the two of them were quite the couple."

"They were." You chuckled. "They adored each other until the day he passed."

Your father clears his throat. "Grandma is staying for dinner, and we really should start cooking. Can't have your nan miss her favourite shows because you've kept her busy."

His attention shift to Simon. "The both of you promise me you'll be safe, okay?"

His expression softens, as your father brings the spotlight back to what really matters.

“We will," He replies, the quietest and most solemn of the group. His eyes switch back to your grandma, whose own expression is of both amusement and hope. She can tell how much this means, how much you mean for him. She's smiling again, maybe she can see herself and her husband in the two of you. This entire call, it felt like they were inviting him in. Like...if he is with them, he is not an outsider. He is family.

"This would be easier if you wouldn't worry so much, dad." You teased your father, and both your parents can’t help but laugh.

"Guilty as charged." Your father laughs. "Well kiddo, see you soon okay? We love you!"

You smile, "Love you all too!" The call gets ended and you close the laptop and toss it to the side.

“They loved you."

And with that, the connection is severed, and the room is once more silent. You toss the laptop to the side, and he is left staring at the floor. Your words echo in his ears.

They loved you.

The truth of those words sink in, and he knows they're true. In a way, he almost wishes the call was longer. It was nice to be welcomed into your world, even if it was just a glimpse.

He looks over at you. "Maybe...can I see that picture book your mom was holding?"

You groan, but it shifted to a laugh halfway. "I want to say no." You begin. "But I just know that when we visit, mom will just whip it out and you'll be seated next to her, forced to look at my baby pictures."

Your phone beeps and you take it out of your pocket. Your gaze softens and the softest of smiles formed on your face.

You showed him your phone, a text from your parents, and that while it is so expensive to text oversees.

"He's a good boy."

He smile as you show him the text message, feeling... He doesn’t even know what he feels right now. He wants to say it's happiness, but what he feels is...so much more complex than that.

He leans back against the wall, letting out a small huff, as he thinks back about the pictures he was shown of you. "You were a cute kid. Can you blame them?"

You've always been a cute kid, actually. The picture book proves that. But there's a certain...tenderness, a softer side of you when you're younger. And it's beautiful.

You lean against your pillows while you roll your eyes playfully. "Nah, I'll have you know I had a full on emo phase."

Your smile turns into a sheepish one. "And my childhood room is still mostly black and pink, with a healthy amount of posters."

You chuckle "And I'm sure mom would be happy to show you."

He stifles back a snicker. You had an emo phase? He feel like he is going to need to see some pictures of that for proof, that's too good to pass up.

"Your mom would say you were just ahead of your time," He adds, teasing you with a smile. "But I wonder if you looked as adorable in black as you do in pink." And to get that reaction, he'd even be willing to tolerate the cringe from your old emo phase.

"Oh stop it!" You grumbled while you tossed a pillow his way.

"I had a full blown argument with my mum about how it wasn't a phase, the first time I wore way too much eyeliner and all black. While it very much turned out to be a phase, and now she won’t let me redecorate my childhood bedroom." You sighed.

He catches the pillow at the very last second, avoiding the hit. He then looks back at you, with a devious look on his face.

"So? What was it with that eyeliner? Something you picked up at a Claire’s, maybe?"

The memory brings a smile to his face. Those early attempts to be cool as a teenager...the fashion and the music and the attitude. The memories, however, always bring a laugh out of him. And it's been a while since he had a laugh like that.

You stick out your tongue at his teasing words. "You would fit right in with my parents." You sigh. "Leave me and my Claire’s eyeliner alone."

"But all jokes aside. Mom's really picky with who she invited. So they must really like you."

He smiles at your compliment, and his cheeks flush slightly at the realization.

"Honestly," He admits, speaking softly, the truth finally coming out. "I was a little scared about meeting your family. I couldn't imagine how they'd feel about me. Knowing they like me? It means a lot."

His voice is quiet. "I...have to be honest. I didn't have the best family life growing up. It was always just me. And it's hard to shake that feeling. Your family feels like...like what I never had."

Your smile softens and your teasing gets put aside. "My folks got plenty of love to take you in too."

"Even grandma, I can tell that she likes you too." Your eyes light up. "I'm even willing to bet that when we visit, grandma will drop by with some homemade cookies."

"That sounds amazing," He replies, his eyes lighting up as well. Homemade cookies are one of those things where once you taste it, store bought can't compare.

He looks at you, and now he is curious. He wants to know everything about your family at this point. Your eyes still sparkle, and he wants to keep them like that.

"Tell me more about your grandpa. What was it like?" He asks, his expression genuinely interested. "What was that love story like?"

You let yourself sink into your pillows as you think about it.

"Grandma had always been a.. rebellious woman. Not wanting to get married, raising hell when her father didn't want her to work, that kind of thing." You began.

"They met in a pub, grandma was about to start a brawl, and grandpa convinced her to drink a beer with him instead of punching a guy." You continued. "They had been inseparable since."

"She wanted to punch the fella because he had tried to corner her and kiss her. Grandpa revealed on his death bed to us all that he paid the guy a visit the night after and beat him senseless."

This story is better than any love story he had read in a book. The idea that your grandparents met while your grandma was about to start a brawl...it's hilarious, and adorable at the same time. It's also really heartwarming that despite all the struggles they had, they were still so close.

He smiles softly, his own expression getting softer. "...they sound like they were perfect for each other. And the fact that your grandpa beat up the guy that attempted to take advantage of your grandma..."

He chuckles quietly. "She got herself a guardian angel, that's what it sounds like to me." Simon looks over at you, you look so comfortable resting on your pillows, and he would love nothing more than to join you, holding you close while the softness of your pillows surround him. And he hates to admit it, but the thought gets him so hot and bothered he takes off his hoodie, tossing it to one of your chairs, leaving him in his shirt.

"He was. He was a quiet 6'8 man. Never spoke much, unless it was to family and loved ones." You smiled.

"When he returned from the war he became a woodworker, and he adored grandma. She had a thing if taking in stray animals, even wild ones, and he would build them homes and beds without complaining."

You sigh softly, the memory of your grandparents is a nice one. "In return she made sure to always take care of him, you know, kept him well fed, made him soak his hands in a bucket of warm water, so they wouldn't hurt after holding tools the whole day."

Your grandfather sounds like an interesting person to him. Quiet and reserved, but with a heart underneath that's bigger than most people would get out of him. Your grandma on the other hand sounds like a bit more of a handful, just like you.

And it's adorable to Simon how they both had their own ways of showing their love. They were each other's perfect fit, each the other's guardian angel.

"He sounds like he was a man of honour. And your grandma...she sounds like she was a strong woman."

You laugh at his comment. "Grandma was a handful, she never went off on people who didn't deserve it. But one of their neighbours neglected their dog, and she yelled at him to the point that they left the dog with her. All while grandpa stood behind her, just towering over her, not saying a word."

"Dad had a very peaceful upbringing, and he gave me the same." You add.

He can't help but laugh. Just imagining your grandma being so loud, while your grandpa was just standing there behind her, looming over the entire scene with a silent and knowing gaze. It's a funny picture to imagine, and it is something he would love to be his future.

"Peaceful?" He replies with a chuckle. "I have a feeling you weren't always so peaceful."

He looks over at you, with the tiniest of teases. "You seem like the type."

You want to protest, but you know he is right.

"What can I say? I have my grandma's mindset." You chuckled softly. "and very supportive parents. So they let me discover my own personality, my likes, my hobbies."

"Which is what I love about you." There, he said it.

Your grandma's mindset, that stubborn streak, he finds it to be charming. It's part of you, and he loves every bit of it.

"I'm not surprised to know your parents were supportive. You're their daughter, of course they'd love you like the most precious thing on earth."

He said those words, but the both of you know they're words he never got to experience.

"Yeah, I got really lucky, Simon." You answer.

"And I'm happy I can share that luck with you."

He almost make the mistake of asking you what kind of luck you meant. Was it the way he'd been welcomed into your life and your heart?

Whatever it was, he was glad he knew it. Being in your world...it makes him feel safe.

He doesn’t know how to put it into words, but this is the most...fulfilling feeling he has had in a while.

He wants to look into your eyes, and he wants to thank you, with every ounce of his being. But he doesn’t, he can’t, not yet anyway.

Instead he gets up, cutting the conversation short. “I should get going. I have an early morning.” And with those words he leaves you behind, the both of you confused, but for different reasons. You’re worried you and your family overstepped any of his boundaries.

Simon lies on the other side of the wall, confused about this warm feeling in his chest and afraid that he will just get hurt again if he allows himself to be happy.

He puts his arm under his head, listening to your soft snores before he finally falls asleep himself.

Simon wakes up before his alarm, not that he got a lot of sleep, he had spend most of the night being worried, being sad, being confused.

Being jealous.

Because it wasn’t fair that you had a nice upbringing, that others had a nice upbringing. Why not him? What had he done in life to deserve this? And fuck did that keep him up at night, because no matter how good he could hide it during the day, at night that damaged child came out.

With a groan he gets out of bed, trying to listen if he can hear your alarm, and he shakes his head when the sound stays out. This. This was why you had to clean the toilets the other day, not that you learned from it, that much was clear. He steps under the shower, trying to wash away the salt from the tears, trying to wash away the shame, the guilt, the feelings, and as always he does a pretty good job.

When he gets dressed he can’t find his hoodie anywhere, and he curses under his breath, it was his favourite one, and he just hopes that he had tossed it in the laundry basket and had forgotten all about it.

When he leaves his room he notices that there is no sound coming from yours and he bangs on your door, before he leaves for the mess hall.

The loud noise startles you awake and you curse loudly when you wipe away the drool from your cheeks. This was the third time this week that you had forgotten to set your alarm, and it was only Wednesday.

You get out of bed quickly, running a washcloth over your face before you change into your clothes. Taking a random hoodie of the pile on your chair. You sniff it and a smile forms as you smell Simon on it. Maybe it was because he was in your room last night?

You put the hoodie on, and it is way bigger than you can remember, but you shrug, you’re already running late, you can worry about this later.

You’re barely on time when you make it to the mess hall, and breakfast is mediocre as usual.

On the other side of the mess hall sits Simon, spotting you wearing his hoodie, a smirk on his face. He would’ve demanded it back from any other girl, but not from you. You look insanely good with his last name on your back, and he will make no attempt to get that damn hoodie back.

Instead he lets his mind wander, did you know it was his? Maybe you liked how it smelled liked him? Maybe you had done it on purpose? Who would know?

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Disordered (Shadow Of A Bluejay Ch.9)

Whoooo, angst (light angst but angst) in general it's a shorter chapter because it's mostly reformatted from Shadow Of A Bluebird seeing as it covered much of the same ground.

My current plan is three more chapters (including the finale) and a few more mini chapters to cover the remaining episodes and milestones we need to hit to be ready for the finale one of which is gonna be Blue's first time meeting their fellow sidekicks!

Wordcount: 1.2k

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Mount Justice October 23, 17:30 EDT

It’d been a week since Batman put you and the team through a train for failure mission. A week to sit on everything that occurred in the increasingly horrifying experience where no matter what you did the situation kept getting worse. You refused to speak after the exercise. You didn’t leave the cave. You simply trained, and trained and trained while rerunning what had happened in the exercise in your mind.

Simulation Alien Mothership October 16th

Artemis was dead. Kaldur was dead. Connor was dead. Dinah was dead. Ollie was dead. Roy was probably either dead or dying and you felt anger that you haven’t felt in a very long time. You were full of rage, rage that bubbled under your skin as your friends and everyone who tried to help them died before your eyes and it bubbled until you reached the boiling point.

Once you, Robin, Kid Flash, Miss Martian and Martian Manhunter were almost out of the mothership. Almost saved the world you snapped. Not at your allies but at the aliens that surrounded you. The strange bug like creatures surrounded your and you let your anger take control and you stormed the Aliens, screaming a battle cry.

“How dare you?! You killed Artemis! You killed Dinah! You killed Ollie! You killed everyone, and I’m going to make your deaths painful!” You sneered, you jumped into action. Muscle memory took control and almost every blow you landed hit hard. Energy consumed your veins and you began zapping or electrocuting the aliens, it was unclear to you. It didn’t matter though and your rage filled alien murder spree continued. Robin forced the Martians to escape and joined your fight only for you to be zapped by an alien he was fighting.

That’s when you woke up. You looked around, you listened to the explanation and all you could do was look down at your slightly shaking hands in guilt.

You stayed away from the rest of the team after that, refusing to talk to anyone. The only person you talked to was Dinah and only to tell her you were fine and didn’t wanna talk about it.

Mount Justice October 23rd

Kaldur had gone in to see Dinah, Connor and Artemis already spoke to her and M'gann felt too bad to look any of you in the eyes. all had left the room, leaving only you, Robin and Wally sitting in the lounge.

The TV was black and silent and the three of you just sat there.

The three of you had all "died" together in the simulation. Wally was your best friend and Robin was his and leaving you three alone well...

"Blue, your floating again" Wally said. He sat on the couch opposite you.

"Sorry, my mind was drifting" You said, falling back onto the couch with a lack of grace the two had never seen before.

"This is awful" Robin said.

"Do you ever think, maybe we shouldn't be doing this?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" Wally asked.

"I know we're the good guys but maybe we're too dangerous to be so freely fighting, I mean, you saw how quickly all of us became soldiers in there" You said.

"Is this because of that weird laser thing you did on the mothership?" Wally asked.

"It's because we're dangerous! Because if we're not careful, if we don't control ourselves we could so easily hurt so many people" You said.

"I mean, Wally you could theoretically break the sound barrier, and Robin and I could kill someone with just our bare hands" Yo looked down at your hands.

"Is it really safe for the people around to us to be around us?" You asked.

"Of course it is" Robin said.

"Yeah, we'd never do anything to hurt anyone" Wally added.

"But it would be so easy for us" You said.

"Is this because of your um... meltdown in the simulation?" Robin aske.

"No, just forget it" You said, getting up and walking out.

Mount Justice October 23, 20:03 EDT

You sat in front of her in a green chair and took off your glasses.

“I’m glad you chose to come talk to me Y/N” She said and you laughed dryly.

“As if I could ever escape it” You joked but Dinah stayed silent, waiting for you to speak. She knew you. She knows you. She knows that those dry, sarcastic jokes are a sign you’re going to open up.

“It was weird at first. I didn’t feel bad after seeing you and Ollie disintegrate but when Artemis died, or when we thought she did this feeling in my chest just appeared. Like a promise or an oath I had to uphold.” You explained and Dinah nodded. “And what was that promise?” She asked, you answered, though still didn’t look up from your hands.

“To get revenge. To painfully tear apart those who killed her… And you and Ollie.” You answered truthfully and finally looked up at her. “And I did. I killed them, so many of them.” Your voice started to shake and you looked back at your hands.

“Did you try to hurt them when you killed them?” She asked and you nodded.

“I wanted to— I did enjoy seeing them squirm as I did it. And seeing them all explode, it just felt…” A single sob escaped you. “It just felt right.” You confessed and you looked down at your rapidly shaking hands. “I promised— I said I’d never do it again. I’d never take a life like that again, but I felt good as I did it.” Warm tears began to flow down your face but you didn’t try to wipe them. You simply stared at your hands, trying to stop the shaking by tightly gripping your knees and Dinah simply sat. Waiting for you to feel good enough to continue.

"You're not at fault Y/N" Dinah said.

"Aren't I though? Four years of progress and yet all it took for me to snap was some stress" You said.

"It wasn't just stress. M'gann's mental state infected you. You thought you lost everything. In a situation like that regressing is natural" She said.

"It's not just that, between the mission in Bialiya, my mission with Roy and this, it feels like, like it's all coming back to haunt me." You told Dinah, though that wasn't the whole truth. You didn't tell Dinah about your meeting with Lady Lilith. You didn't tell anyone that.

"Is it really coming back to haunt you or are you scared it will? Your past will always be there Y/N but you have friends, close friends who care about you. Maybe it's time you told them at least some of it" Dinah said.

"No!" You yelled.

"Absolutely not. They'll hate me" You said.

"Y/N, we classified your file to keep you and everyone around you safe but it's been four years and they haven't come after you. perhaps it's time we think about declassifying some of it?" Dinah suggested.

"No. Not yet." You said and reluctantly Dinah nodded.

"Whatever you decide. You set the pace." she said.

The next week was rough, Canary let you off school and you spent a lot of time in the cave and with Roy. Ollie wasn’t joking when he said that even Roy was worried and he came by to help you try and return to normal while you coped. You were incredibly grateful for the distractions and to spend more time with him. It had been four months since he went solo and in that time you didn’t get the chance to hang out like you used to before. Unfortunately not everything was going great.

#reader insert #dc x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #yj x gender neutral reader #yj x reader #young justice x reader #metahuman reader #dick grayson #wally west #kid flash #aqualad #robin #dinah lance #black canary

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Smooth Talker Part 2

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Requested on Wattpad! I normally don't do Part 2 requests, but an idea for this one popped immediately into my head and I couldn't let it go :)

Summary: Through a truly ridiculous series of events, you've managed to become a *triple* agent for the Resistance, being sent back to your original base by the First Order as a trusted spy after spending time as a Resistance spy in First Order territory. You can't wait to be back home, and even better, to tell your boyfriend Poe Dameron just what level of bs you managed to pull off.

Word Count: 1,522

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I tried to keep a smile off my face as I stood, back straight and hands behind my back, facing General Armitage Hux. He'd been my main point of contact for the past few months after he'd been the one to recruit me as a First Order spy, and the fact that I hadn't laughed in his face a single time that he'd been telling me all about what being a spy would entail was a true testament to my skills.

I'd been undercover for the Resitance deep in First Order territory when he'd come knocking with a bunch of soldiers because he suspected my apartment was a hideout for Resistance sympathizers and activity. And, to be fair, he was right. Poe Dameron, my boyfriend, had snuck in for a rare visit and left literal minutes before Hux and his friends showed up. But I'd done such a good job answering their interrogation questions that, instead of arresting me, they'd recruited me.

Now, after months of preparing, I was being sent on my way to find and infiltrate the Resistance's base. I'd need to be careful not to blow my true allegiances, but once I got out of range of the First Order and was only expected to make occasional reports, I couldn't help thinking this would be my easiest assignment yet.

"Are we clear on communication protocols and the kind of information we're most interested in?" asked Hux as I tuned back in to the end of his lecture. I nodded once, curtly.

"Yes sir."

"Good. Then best of luck to you. You're doing your Order a great service."

I saluted, fast and sharp, exemplifying the unshakeable, blind commitment they looked for in their recruits. I held it for a few moments, then Hux nodded and I let my hand fall back to my side.

"I look forward to hearing what you have to report."

The march through the rest of the ship felt like a dream. I was being dropped fairly far from anywhere the First Order suspected of being a Resistance base to make sure no one would be suspicious of me, but I was still closer to home than I'd been in a long, long time. I could swear I felt the latent tension of the past six months ease out of my shoulders as I watched the ship disappear without me on it.

I took a moment to enjoy the feeling, then quickly got my head back in the game. There was still a chance, however slim, that Hux was playing me. If I wasn't careful, I could accidentally lead the First Order right back to the Resistance base they'd spent so long looking for.

I spent the next week doing my due diligence, making sure no one was following me and that I didn't have a tracker on me anywhere that I didn't know about. I sent a brief update to Hux through the convoluted method we'd come up with for contact, telling him that I had a lead and was going to follow up on it, and then I finally started the trek home.

When the entrance to the Resistance base finally came into view another full week and change later, my heart leapt. It was vital to my cover that I didn't let myself dwell on how much I'd missed this place while living among First Order personnel, but now that I was finally safe, I almost starting crying at the sight of it. I hadn't really realized how badly I'd wanted to be back here until now.

I walked the rest of the way up with a massive smile on my face, scanning the crowd for anybody I recognized. I got some strange looks, largely from newer recruits who didn't know me, but then finally I found one of the people I was most hoping to see.

Poe Dameron stood just across the hanger with his back to me. I grinned and started walking towards him with purpose, and after a moment, the person he was talking to noticed me and pointed over Poe's shoulder. Poe turned around with a frown that quickly changed into a confused but beaming smile, then started rushing towards me. I sped up too, until we were running towards each other across the hanger. As soon as I got in reach, Poe picked me up and spun me around in a tight hug, then set me back on the ground only to pull me into a searing kiss. I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tangling my hands in his hair. I ended up breaking the kiss as a joyful laugh bubbled out of me; finally we were together without the looming threat of a First Order solider at the door ruining the moment.

"What... what are you doing here?" he asked, still smiling and completely breathless. I laughed again, joy overflowing in my chest as I looked at the man I loved.

"You'll absolutely never believe it," I said with a crooked smile. He raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued. "I've been recruited as a spy for the First Order."

"...You what?"

I laughed as Poe stared at me, brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was happening. I couldn't exactly blame him–I still wasn't totally sure how I'd managed to get here.

"It's the craziest story you'll ever hear, and I promise to tell you every last detail later tonight. But right now, I should really go and see Leia."

"Now hold on a minute," Poe said, grabbing my waist and pulling me a little tighter to him. As if I'd be moving away from him voluntarily any time soon. "You have to give me a little more than that, first."

I smiled. "Okay, but you have to promise not to freak out when I tell you the first part."

Poe frowned, looking incredibly nervous, but nodded anyway.

"Alright..."

"So remember the last time I saw you, when you visited me in the apartment where I was hiding out to spy on the First Order? Well that same night, right after you left, General Hux and Kylo Ren themselves came knocking with a whole host of troopers at their backs."

"They WHAT?"

"You said you wouldn't freak out! Just listen."

I could see Poe practically vibrating and fuming with delayed panic and about a thousand questions, but to his credit, he managed to hold them back with nothing more than slightly tightening his grip on my waist.

"Well, they asked me a bunch of questions because they thought a Resistance spy base was operating out of my apartment-" Poe winced, but I ignored him and kept going. "-and I answered the questions well enough that they decided I was clearly a loyal member of the First Order with a passion for them and their rule. So, instead of arresting me, they recruited me to be a spy! Of course I said yes, and now I'm here as a triple agent, so I can feed them a bunch of bad information, or information that comes just a little too late for them to do anything about it while still being correct, all while being here again, on base with you and everybody else."

Poe huffed a disbelieving laugh, just staring and blinking at me for a few moments while he processed. Then a smile spread across his face again, even as he shook his head.

"That is... incredible. I can think of about a thousand other things I could say about it too, but... just wow."

"I know," I said with a grin. I stepped back slightly out of his embrace, then took his hand instead. At some point we would have to go do separate activities on base, but I didn't plan on spending a second away from Poe right now until I had to. "Now, I need to go talk to Leia and Major Ematt about all this. Come with me?"

Poe matched my grin, still shaking his head but letting me pull him out of the hanger base with me.

"Of course. I'd follow you anywhere, you absolute maniac."

I just laughed as Poe fell into step beside me, our hands still held tight as we marched through the base. By no means was this war over; we still had so much work to do, and being back on base didn't even come close to putting me out of danger. But now I was in danger and fighting alongside Poe and all the people I cared about, while still putting my skills as a spy to full use. It was the best of both worlds, and in the middle of fighting back against an Empire that just didn't want to stay down, victories like this alongside loved ones were the things most worth fighting for.

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Above the Ruins | Six

Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

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In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

Five - Seven

"We're at Alcântara Base…"

I heard a voice coming from the communication radio Soap had brought along with him, accompanied by the two men who seemed like kids who had just received the best gift of their lives…

"Is it just you two?"

"No. Ghost has a girl" Soap says, smiling as he looks at Ghost.

"That's great, guys! If possible, I'd like to speak with her…"

Descending the rest of the stairs, I approach the radio.

"Sir?"

"Please, no formalities… What's your name?"

"[name]"

"Alright. [name], you're with two of my best soldiers. I want you to trust them and yourself. The way here is compromised… lots of undead roaming around, but we're managing to keep the survivors safe."

"Are there many survivors?" Soap asks.

"About 2,000 here, but more keep coming. We're getting a higher number than expected. We're also in contact with other shelters and the numbers are looking good. I'm hopeful."

"That's great, Captain" Ghost compliments.

For the first time in years, I felt hopeful. Just a bit more and we'd be closer to some semblance of the life we had before.

I looked at Ghost, smiling in relief, and he seemed to reciprocate through his eyes.

✧˖°₊

"According to Price, the best route is through here," Ghost points to a spot on the map.

"Do we have enough ammunition?" Soap asks.

"I hope so… we don't have much choice. We have food, weapons, and water. We'll leave in two days. Rest as much as you can!" he orders.

I sat on a couch farther away, feeling useless at these times.

"What are you thinking?" Ghost approaches, asking as Soap heads upstairs to shower.

"To be honest, I'm scared and hopeful. It's hard to explain."

"I understand. It's been years of loneliness and confusion, hasn't it? And now it seems like everything is falling into place and that everything will be resolved," he says as I nestle into his chest, listening to his heartbeat and smelling his scent.

"I'm afraid of not making it to the shelter, of not being useful on the way, and putting us in danger."

"[name], don't worry so much. You were trained by the best, remember?" I feel his chest move with what sounds like a laugh.

"Smartass."

"But I'm serious. We'll make it, you'll see. Soap is a great soldier too, we'll protect you and help you if we think it's too much for you. But you were really good in training, you'll be a great help, you'll see."

"I hope so…" I sigh, snuggling even closer to his warmth.

After a while, we returned to the room, and Ghost went to shower. He returned without his mask and with wet hair.

He was arranging some things in the closet while I sat on the bed, admiring him. Ghost had a very masculine appearance. Sharp jawline, straight nose, and mouth with some scars. Not to romanticize what he went through, but they made him even more handsome.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"You're handsome."

"Do you think so?" he asked, laughing and lying down on top of me.

"Yes, I do," I laugh, kissing him.

"We'll get through this. You'll see," he said, giving me one last kiss and then pulling me into his embrace.

✧˖°₊

[Ghost]

I wake up and go downstairs to find Soap.

"Good morning, LT!"

"Good morning, Sergeant!"

"Is the girl still asleep?"

"Yes. She's worried, and to be honest, so am I."

Ghost rubs his hand on his covered face and sits down.

"I don't know what to do, Jhonny."

"Did you teach her how to shoot?" Soap asks, sitting next to the lieutenant while offering him soup.

"No. I didn't have many bullets."

"Look, I have an airsoft gun. I think I can teach her with it if you allow me. Of course," he chuckles sarcastically.

"Sure, Jhonny. You have my permission," Ghost says, laughing.

"I'll respect you and your girl, LT. Don't worry."

"I never expected anything less from you, Sergeant," Ghost said, joining in the banter. "Why do you have a toy gun?"

"I thought it might come in handy at some point. I was right," he said, laughing and grabbing the gun.

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"It's not hard, miss. Just aim a bit higher than what you want…"

Then [name] shoots with the toy gun.

"Why isn't it hitting the target? I don't understand," I hear [name] say, and I laugh at her impatience.

"You're not keeping your hand steady. When you shoot, your hand moves out of position and misses the target. Keep your hand steadier."

"I see…" then she shoots again, closer to the target this time.

"Good job, miss!" Soap praises her as they high-five. "Now try shooting farther. This gun is a toy, but it simulates a real one quite well. Don't worry, it won't be much different."

Then she shoots and hits one of the cups farther away on the table, letting out an excited squeal.

"Did you see that, Ghost?" she asks, looking at me.

"You're doing great, pretty girl," I compliment, making her smile even bigger.

After a few shots, her aim was even better.

"I think you're ready, miss."

"Thank you for helping me, Soap. It means a lot to me," she says, giving Soap a friendly hug.

"No need to thank me, [name]," he says, returning the hug.

"Now, both of you need to rest. We'll leave the day after tomorrow, don't forget!" I interrupt, handing them the soup I heated while they were busy.

"Thank you, Ghost," Madison thanks, and Soap gives a thumbs-up, already devouring his food.

"I'll leave one of my guns with you, [name]. Only use it as a last resort. Let's try to use knives first," I say, making both of them nod.

"So, is the shelter far?" [name] asks, taking a generous spoonful of soup.

"About 5 days on foot, but it might take us longer. We'll find out…"

"Wouldn't it be better by car?" she asks.

"No doubt, but it's too risky to find a car around here."

"Yeah. You're right."

"Let's try not to dwell on the problems, guys," Jhonny interrupts. "Let's try to be… positive? Yeah, I think that's the word," he says thoughtfully, running his hand through his tousled hair. "I have a story to tell you, miss."

"Go ahead," she says, smiling.

"Well. Before all this craziness started, when we were still living our fucked-up lives, but not as fucked up as now," he says, making us laugh, "we liked to go to a bar after difficult missions. It was good for distraction. Our big guy here would attract the attention of pretty girls."

Jhonny spoke, laughing, and [nome] narrowed her eyes at me, making me laugh.

"Once, a tall brunette came over to try to get a piece of our LT, and he just stared at her. It was scary, and the poor girl was getting more embarrassed by the minute," he laughed loudly. "She looked around, scratched her neck, and Ghost looked at her as if he were seeing all her sins."

"It wasn't like that," I tried to defend myself.

"Of course it was, LT. I bet the girl never approached anyone after that," he continued laughing.

I looked at [nome], and she was laughing uncontrollably, twisting in a strange way. It was good to see them more at ease and with less worry.

"I just didn't want anything with her…"

"That's why you looked into that woman's soul?" Jhonny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Then I'm special, Lieutenant," [nome] calling me by that name did things to me.

"You are. Believe me, miss. Who would've thought we'd need a damn zombie apocalypse for our old Ghost to find someone. Destiny is indeed strange."

"Shut up, Jhonny," I said, making them laugh.

"And you, miss? Tell us something about your life."

"Let me think… I was studying nursing when this happened. I was going into my second year."

"Wow. So you were very young when this happened, how old are you now?"

"I'm 23. I was 19 when it all started. Unfortunately, college didn't help me survive here, since I hadn't learned procedures yet."

"Do you plan to return to nursing when things get back to normal? Or at least close to normal?"

"Yes. Now, more than ever. All of this taught me that anything can happen, and we need to be prepared for everything."

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[One day until the journey to the shelter]

We would leave tomorrow. Things were already packed. Spare clothes in [nome]'s backpack; extra weapons and ammunition with Jhonny; food, water, blankets, and first aid items with me. Each of us also had a silenced gun and ammunition.

It was already night, and we were all ready. We rested on the couches while going over the plans.

"We'll go this way," I pointed on the map. "Price said it's the best. We'll go in a line, me first, [nome] next, and Soap following."

"Okay," they nodded.

"We'll walk as far as possible and then take turns to stand guard while the others sleep. I'll take my turn and [nome]'s."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"It's safer this way."

"Ghost, I want to help too. I don't want to sleep while you two keep watch."

"Jhonny and I will take turns. We're used to getting by with little sleep. It'll be better this way."

"I want to be useful and help too, but it seems like you're taking everything away from me. When a damn zombie shows up, will you shoot for me too?"

"Ghost, the girl can take care of herself. Give her a chance," Soap interrupted me before I could retort what [nome] said, making me shoot him a glare.

"Alright, but I don't like this idea."

"I understand, Lieutenant. But the bird won't learn to fly if you don't give it freedom. Nothing will happen to her. As the captain said, she's not only with two of the best soldiers, but she's also trained by them," Soap said arrogantly, making us exchange fist bumps.

"Sure," I said sarcastically, watching [nome] thank them and both of them fist-bumping.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #cod ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you

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cousmemes · 5 months

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dialogue starters from DOCTOR WHO SEASON 8. feel free to edit for context / continues under the cut.

"I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before."

"Listen to me. You need to calm down."

"I'm not flirting, by the way."

"What have I done wrong?"

"Are you judging me?"

"Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted."

"Whatever it takes, I will keep you safe. You will be at home again."

"I'm cold. There's no point in us both being cold. Give me your coat."

"Are you cross with me?"

"You were talking about me?"

"What is happening right now to you and me is more important than your egomania."

"Nothing is more important than my egomania."

"You've redecorated. I don't like it."

"You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like?"

"I was being funny. I just do that."

"How long have you been there?"

"Are you going to look that terrified when you take me out for a drink?"

"You were smiling at nothing. I'd almost say you were in love."

"I need you."

"An anti-climax once in a while is good for my heart."

"We cannot waste this chance. It won't come again."

"Isn't the universe beautiful?"

"I think you're probably nice. Underneath it all, I think you're kind and you're definitely brave. I just wish you hadn't been a soldier."

"I don't know if you're a good man. But I think you try to be and I think that's probably the point."

"Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks."

"Do people ever punch you in the face when you do that?"

"Well then, draw your sword and prove your words."

"People are so much better at sharing information if they think the other person has already got it."

"Right, you do that again and you'll regret that."

"We can't just let them kill him!"

"She should not have told you any of that."

"Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end."

"I wasn't making assumptions about you."

"You just have to squeeze through."

"How did you get in?"

"You know, you should have more than one chair. What do you do when people come round?"

"The deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it."

"I mouth off when I'm nervous and I've got a mouth on me. Seriously, it's got a mind of its own."

"Tell me the truth - because I know when people are lying to me."

"I am not going to leave you in danger!"

"Sorry, who put you in charge?"

"However this goes, whatever happens, don't let me end up like that."

"They have no power over you now. You can do exactly what you want to do now. Exactly what you've always wanted to do."

"Go and enjoy yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"There's no way out of this. We're going to die here."

"Why are you being nice?"

"Every time I see you, it's like you're in a rush."

"The next few days are all about you. I promise."

"Human beings have incredibly short life spans. Frankly, you should all be in a permanent state of panic."

"How can you think that I'm her dad when we both look exactly the same age?"

"He's my boyfriend. I thought you'd figured this out."

"Why wouldn't I be okay? I was fine till you blundered in."

"It's funny, you only really know what someone thinks of you when you know what lies they've told you."

"Please, tell me how I fix this."

"I'm bored. Let's go somewhere fun. What do you say?"

"I know men like him. I've served under them. They push you and make you stronger, till you're doing things you never thought you could."

"Is there some sort of fancy dress thing on this evening?"

"I am so sorry. I've had a wobble. It's a big wobble, but it's fine. Forget about it."

"Where are you and are you in trouble?"

"Lying is a vital survival skill. And a terrible habit."

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?"

"We're in the bad news! I'm living the bad news!"

"Why can't you just say it? Why can't you just say I did good?"

"You are enjoying this just a little bit too much."

"Don't make me say it."

"I don't want to be the last of my kind."

"I don't want to see more things. I want to see the things in front of me more clearly."

"I just want to know the truth. I don't care what it is. I just want to know it."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up. I need to talk to you."

"Oh, everything is better when you're here."

"Please speak to me. This is - this is killing me.

"I love you. And you are the last person who's ever going to hear me say that."

"By now, I'm sure you've heard the rumours, and it is with great sadness that I must confirm them to be true."

"He was alive, and then he was dead and it was nothing."

"Don't. Be very, very careful with that."

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to take control."

"I am in control. Do as you are told."

"I was curious about how far you would go."

"You betrayed me. Betrayed my trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything that I've ever stood for."

"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"

"Speak for me again, I'll detach something from you."

"This isn't possible. The dead don't come back."

"Be strong, even if it breaks your heart."

"Say something only you could say. Tell me something only you would know."

"Whatever it takes, I will be with you again, I swear."

"So you know who I am, right?"

"Look, are you going to help me? Because I can't do this alone."

"And didn't all of those beautiful speeches just disappear in the face of a tactical advantage?"

"I wasn't very good at it, but I did love you."

"There's something that I have to tell you and, er, it's not good news so just - just listen, okay?"

"Never trust a hug. It's just a way to hide your face."

"Thank you for making me feel special."

#sentence starters #ask meme #starter meme #rp prompt #sentence meme #*dw #*s8

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Maze runner chapter twenty

Previous chapter

Masterlist

"Hello, Thomas. I'm glad you're safe.” Ava Paige walked out of the burg in her signature white coat. Teresa walked behind her.

“What the hell?

Teresa?

“Wait, what's going on?” Newt asked.

“She's with them.” Thomas sighed.

“Since when?”

“Teresa always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good. Once we restored her memories, it was only a matter of time.” Janson explained with a triumphant grin.

“Where's y/n?” Newt asked.

“She's safe, don't worry.” Ava smiled, but it did little to reassure Newt, his heart felt like.it might burst from his chest.

“I'm sorry. I had no choice. This is the only way. We have to find a cure.” Teresa said. Newt fought against his restraints but one of the soldiers forced him back to the floor and held a gun to his back.

“She's right. This is all just a means to an end.You used to understand that, Thomas. No matter what you think of me, I am not a monster. I'm a doctor. I swore an oath to find a cure! No matter the cost. I just need more time.”

“More blood.” The doc walked through the crowd.

“Hello, Mary. I hoped we'd meet again. I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances.” Ava said.

“I'm sorry about a lot of things, too But not this. At least my conscience is clear.” The Doc said.

“So is mine.” Ava smiled. Janson fired his pistol, hitting Mary in her chest.

“Mary? Mary?” Vince grabbed her as she dropped.

It was as if the world stopped for a moment as the doctor took her last breaths.

“Come on, Janson. Don't forget the tiger.” Ava turned and walked on to the burg, guiding Teresa alongside her, “Load them up. Let's go. All these people. Get rid of them.” Janson started shouting orders to the soldiers.

“Let go of me!” Vince huffed.

“Sonya! Aris!”

“Let's go!” Too many Voices spoke at once.

“Get back!” Thomas jumped to his feet, pulling Jorge's bomb from his coat. “Everyone, stand back! Stand back!” He shouted, flicking open the detonator.

“Hold your fire!” Janson called out.

“Stand back. Let 'em go.” Thomas demanded.

“Thomas, put it down.” Janson warned.

“Let 'em all go!”

“You know I can't do that!” Ava says to him.

“Thomas, please stop. I made a deal with them. They promised we'd be safe. All of us.” Teresa comes back down the ramp on the Burg.

“And I'm supposed to trust you now?” Thomas growls.

“It's true. It was her only condition.” Ava says.

“Shut up!”

“Everything can go back to the way it was. Thomas, do you really want all of them to die? For y/n to die?” Ava stepped closer to him.

“Listen to her, Thomas.” Teresa begged. “Think about what you're doing.” Ava implores him.

“We're with you, Thomas.” Newt, stands at Thomas's back.

“Do it, Thomas.” Minho says.

“We're ready.” Frypan agrees.

“We're not going back there.” Thomas shakes his head.

“Thomas?” They see the fear in Ava’s eyes.

“It's the only way.” Thomas closes his eyes and braces himself

In that exact moment a car horn blares through the silence.

Jorge sped in through the crowd

The distraction gives Vince and the other adults of the right arm a chance to get back to their weapons.

“Get her out of here!” Ava shouts shoving Teresa back toward the burg.

“Get out of here! Go!” Janson shouts at his.men. They grab as many of the immune children as they can and retreat to their ships.

In the chaos, they don't notice Minho being shot by the taser rounds. He falls to the ground as electricity surges through his body. The soldiers drag him back with them.

“Minho! Minho!” Thomas sees him but it is too late. The burgers take off. Newt runs out below them, he can't think what to do, his best friend and girlfriend were taken, out of his reach.

Mai Mai l, who had now awoken leapt out in front of him, knocking him back so a stray bullet narrowly misses them both.

“No, no.” The tiger shoves her whole body against him. In her way she tries to comfort him as Newt cries.

“Come on, come on, Newt. Get up” Frypan pulls his friend up his shoulder and drags him away with the others.

Newt wanted to wallow in his sadness but there was too much to do. Bodies were laid flat and fires put out. Equipment was checked through and all around people salvaged what they could. What was once a peaceful place now was tainted with despair. Thomas filled his backpack with tinned food.

“What do we do now?” Frypan asks, he sat close to Newt and Mai Mai, neither of you had moved for sometime.

“Well, we pick up what's left of us. We stick to the plan. We get you kids to the safe haven. Then we start over, I guess.” Vince explained.

“I'm not going with you.” Thomas said.

“What?” Vince narrowed his eyes on the dark haired boy.

“I made a promise to Minho. I wouldn't leave him or y/n behind. I have to go after them.”

“Hey, kid, look around you. All right? WICKED just kicked our ass.You think about where you're headed.” Vince tried to argue.

“I'm not asking anyone to come with me.” Thomas continued.

“Thomas, listen to me. I've known Minho and y/n for Well, as long as I can remember. So, if there was any way that we could help him, trust me, I would be up there standing next to you. This, what you're talking about, is impossible. More like suicide.” Newt said, a tear dropping from his eye. The tiger let out a low growl deep from within her chest. She shoved her shoulder into Newt's hip and stepped over to Thomas.

“Maybe, but I know what I'm supposed to do now. It's not just about Minho or y/n. It's about all of us. It's about everyone WICKED's ever taken, everyone they will take. They'll never stop. They'll never stop,

so I'm gonna stop them. I'm gonna kill Ava Paige.” Thomas said with sheer determination radiating from him, beside him Mai Mai stamped her foot and huffed out a breath through her nose, her eyes locked on Newt's. He nods to her.

“Yeah, yeah you're right. Let's do it.” He agreed.

“I have to admit,” Harriet agreed, “I'd like some revenge.

Well, that's a good speech, kid. So what's your plan?”

You wake in a bed, a white room surrounded you with bright yellow.lights blurring your vision. There is a low beeping of machines close by and you can hear people talking.

“Do you think this is enough?” Teresa says, you turn your head towards her and see her with Ava. The older woman holds up a tray filled with vials of blood.

“For now, we can start testing these straight away.”

A doctor approaches your other side and you feel him touching your arm. You lash out at him knocking him to the ground and you throw your legs off the bed.

“Y/n!” Teresa shouts.

“Y/n, stop. Just listen to us! You're about to save the world.” Ava implores you to calm down but you yanked the needles from your arms and stumbled away from them. Ava darted across the room, hitting a large green button on the wall. A soldier came running in and instantly hit you with the buy of his gun. You fall to the floor and he grabs you, restraining your arms behind your back with cuffs.

“Take her to the others. We have enough for now.” Ava orders him.

Next chapter

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe @akilaporu001 @green-which

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broodwolf221 · 5 months

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okay. aforementioned meta time.

aka: solas drew the veil and plunged the world into chaos... but my best guess is, he had to.

ft.: if he was wrong to do so (which i don't think he was), then the inquisitor is just as wrong during in hushed whispers

solas' goals were pretty straightforward: he wanted to liberate the enslaved elvhen. to do that, he had to stop the evanuris, who were, without a doubt, the world's most powerful mages.

and others have posited theories about more going on, theories i tend to agree with, at least in terms of broad strokes. specifically i believe there's a connection btwn the evanuris and the blight and that, unchecked, they truly would have destroyed the world.

in which case, he gets an additional goal: save the literal world.

i also tend to agree with the idea that red lyrium has something to do with the blight. so moving forward with these two theories...

things blight/red lyrium can affect (in game canon):

stone

animals (including moles and worms via ambient dialogue in suledin keep)

humans

elves

dwarves

qunari

dragons

so it's reasonably safe to say that not only does the blight impact people, but it impacts the planet/nature as well. so if he took action to stop the blight, then by doing so he sacrificed arlathan to save the entire rest of the world. and the extreme measure he took here was likely necessary because of the strength of the evanuris - one man, one mage, however skilled, could not effectively fight them all. as a direct confrontation he would have lost. but there's still a heavy implication that he warred with them (or perhaps for them - either way, he was a soldier) for some time, that he "spent lives," which to me implies that he was something of a general waging a war against the evanuris, at least at one point. so it's safe to say that he actually tried to go head to head with them - and he couldn't. not even with an army.

i have seen his actions within the timeline of dai contrasted with the inquisitor's actions during the in hushed whispers timeline, and i think that's a very valid comparison to make: he woke to a world that was unrecognizable to him, corrupted by his actions, but also saved by his actions! but he wants to bring what was good about the world back. as inky in that timeline, we are willing to destroy everyone in order to "reset" the world and have another chance to take down corypheus.

in game, the world doesn't seem too bad to us. sure, it has its issues, but it's still a functional world, right? the people inhabiting it, most of them want to continue to live the rest of their lives, right? i don't think we can say the same isn't true of the future timeline we saw. there was absolutely deep corruption and danger, and the inquisitor's companions seek a reset, but what of those outside southern thedas? we never know, we never see their lives. what if others were gearing up to attack - what if they'd been able to succeed? instead we determine that this future is so awful, so intolerable, through our limited, narrow point of view of it, that it should be erased, should be completely unmade.

and in-game, this reads as ethical! but it's also analogous to what solas is doing and to what he did in arlathan. i don't think that paralleling is unintentional, either: what we see in that future is very much what he sees in the present, and we're both right, these times are "corrupted," are "broken," are "different" and are "wrong." but as inky it's presented as an inevitability - of course we would seek to restore, to reset, and nevermind all that we'd be destroying in the doing. leliana says this explicitly to dorian, that for him this is a nightmare he hopes will never come to pass, but the rest of them lived it, it was real.

to solas, the world is half of what it should be. everyone is walking around not knowing how much they are missing, unable to recognize the deep loss of magic for what it is. it's a gutted world, and that it's all these people have ever known... well, does that make it right to keep it as-is? because if so, how did the inquisitor have the right to reset the world in that timeline?

(little note: i have not engaged with any media outside of the main game canon and certain dlcs. however, i also do not personally hold that canon outside the games/major dlcs is absolute canon and should be 100% trusted. this is just how i engage with this franchise. so if smth i said here is disproved by non-game canon, personally that doesn't rly matter to me uwu;; to each their own tho!)

#solas #dai solas #broodmeta #rolls around #these are not all unique takes! not at all!#but i just wanted to compile my full pov on this matter somewhere

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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I want more platonic maze runner stories with a young reader (10-13) could she be a gril and like during Teresa's betrayal

More platonic stories <333333

Shields

Set during scorch trials - Teresa's betrayal (movieverse)

Gladers x young! fem!reader (platonic)

Notes: I assumed since it’s now age 10-13 that it’s a meant to be separate from the previous one, so they’re unrelated but will probably have similar tones anyway. Also I've done this as a fic instead of headcanons since it's a specific scene (it's basically a rewritten version of the movie scene)

Warnings: everything in the movies, i.e. WCKD guards and guns, that one electric stun grenade thing, Mary's death

Helicopter blades thunder in the sky, and you duck for cover as missiles rain down.

"Y/n!" bellows Minho, pointing in warning as the tent beside you catches fire.

You stumble away, crashing sideways into Newt, who grabs your arm and runs. "Keep your head down!" he calls.

"Come on!" In a swift motion, Minho sweeps you up and chases Frypan and Aris, who are up ahead, with Newt following.

"Where's Thomas?" you ask, tapping Minho's shoulder.

"We'll find him," he promises. "Just focus on stayin' alive for now."

The five of you duck behind a truck where Harriet and Vince are frantically setting up a weapon.

"How can we help?" asks Frypan.

"You need to cover us!" responds Harriet, shouting over the noise of explosions and screaming.

You look around in horror, watching members of the Right Arm falling as WCKD soldiers mercilessly fire paralysing shots.

"Y/n, get down," says Newt through gritted teeth, forcing you behind him as he lifts his gun.

The Gladers form a loose circle around you, shielding you as the WCKD soldiers close in.

Suddenly, a flash of light catches your eyes, and a blue-lit grenade bounces into the truck.

"Shit!" yells Vince, and for a second you see stars as the grenade detonates, taking you and your friends down with an electrical burst.

You jerk a little as you try to get up, but you can't move from the ground.

You feel people brushing against you as Newt, still convulsing slightly from the grenade shocks, pulls himself closer to you.

Frypan joins him, dragging himself closer so that both of them are covering you.

Tears prick your eyes as you lower your head onto Newt's shoulder, gripping Frypan's hand. Your brothers, protecting you till the end.

But they defend you to no avail, because the WCKD soldiers easily pick them up, ripping them away from you and shoving them into line.

You hear a struggle on the other side of the truck as a soldier approaches you, and you watch as Minho somehow gathers up the strength to punch one of the soldiers.

"Minho!" you cry out, as he's knocked back down.

"Don't you fucking touch her," he levels the soldier with a venomous gaze, tone deadly, but the soldier ignores him and grabs your arm.

You're pushed into line beside Newt, kneeling shoulder to shoulder.

A device beeps as a soldier reads out your tag. "A-11."

Thomas appears too, and is shoved down beside Minho after earning a punch to the stomach from Janson.

Your eyes widen as you see Ava Paige emerge from the Berg, clad in white with her hair pulled back in a bun.

"Hello Mary," she says, and you turn to see where Mary is standing, gaze defiant.

You make eye contact with Newt as Paige goes on some rant about being good.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispers.

You shake your head, but before you can respond you hear a gunshot.

You gasp as Mary falls, blood spreading from her wound.

You turn to see Janson holding up a gun, a grim smile on his face. "Load 'em up," he commands.

You're kicked along the way as you stand, following Newt and Frypan.

Suddenly, Thomas breaks away from the group, yelling as he holds up an explosive device, finger poised upon the detonator.

You watch as Teresa, someone who protected you, cared for you like a sister, pleads with Thomas.

"They promised we'd be safe. Thomas, please, don't do this," she implores.

Thomas' voice is low and shaky, but he stands defiantly. "I'm not going back."

You look up as Minho steps forward, joining Thomas, and you realise what's about to happen.

But you're not scared. You'd rather go out with your friends than live trapped with WCKD.

You link hands with Frypan and Newt and step up.

"Do it Thomas."

"We're ready."

You look up to meet his eyes, and you nod. It's okay.

At his responding nod, you close your eyes, still holding onto Frypan as you wait.

Then a crash sounds out, and Jorge barrels through WCKD's forces with a massive truck.

"Go!" yells Thomas, pushing you to run.

You follow Newt and Frypan as they run towards Vince, who's got his machine gun working.

"Duck!" Frypan shoves you down as a bullet flies over your head.

Minho grabs a gun, standing strong to cover you guys.

"Get out of here!" he shouts, shooting at the WCKD soldiers.

Thomas grabs your hand as he catches up.

"Minho, let's go!" he yells.

"Here, take cover," says Newt, ducking behind a large box.

Thomas and Frypan join you, and the four of you duck as bullets continue firing at you.

"No!" You watch in horror as Minho's gun stalls, and you let out a scream as he takes an electrical shot in the chest.

Thomas sprints out, yelling for Minho, but there's too many soldiers shooting at you to get close.

You back away slowly, the distance between you and Minho growing as he's dragged back into the Berg.

"Minho..." you whisper.

WCKD retreats, the Bergs taking to the air with the people they got.

⭒----⭒

You sit in the dust, taking in the wreckage as the sun rises.

"What do we do now?" asks Newt, looking up hopelessly.

"We start again," says Vince tiredly. "Rebuild everything from the bottom."

You watch as Thomas stands, slinging a bag over his shoulder. "I'm not going with you."

"I made a promise to Minho," he continues.

You think back to the Maze as Thomas speaks.

Minho had always protected you. He was so kind, and always listened when you needed to talk. He made you smile, and kept your spirit up.

There's no way you're letting WCKD keep him.

You stand. "I'm coming with you."

Thomas turns to you, and for a second you think he's gonna reject you, tell you you're too young and too weak.

"Thank you." He sends you a smile.

You nod.

"Guys, listen," says Newt wearily. "I've known Minho for as long as I can remember. If there was any way to save him, I'd be up there with you. But this? This is impossible."

Thomas shakes his head. "It's not just about Minho. It's everyone WCKD's ever taken."

You look up with a grin as he finishes his speech.

"Well then," says Vince. "What's the plan?"

"Pack up what we've got. Then we move out," responds Thomas.

The group moves into action at his words, and he hops down from his rock to meet you.

"Thanks, Y/n," he says.

"I'm helping for real," you say, crossing your arms. "I'm not just gonna be dragged along as a weakness for the team."

"I know," he says, gaze clear and honest as he looks at you.

Jorge steps up. "So, we're going on a suicide mission," he says. "With a reckless teenager and a child who's never touched a weapon."

You lift your chin, sending Thomas a grin. "Guess I should get a gun then."

Thomas raises an eyebrow in response.

Minho had always been the one insisting you never get into the violence. He refused to hand you any weapon, and instead you'd been protected over the whole journey.

The Gladers were your shields, keeping you safe between them.

But you're ready to fight now.

"I suppose Minho's not here to object," he says with a rueful grin.

"We'll get him back," you say. "Then he can object all he wants."

This one was a little difficult tbh. I didn't really want to directly copy paste lines from the movie, so the choppy dialogue is probably cause I tried to limit the words.

in spite of that I'm pretty happy with how it turned out in the end. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading 😊

#the maze runner #platonic gladers x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #thomas x reader #frypan x reader #my writing

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

A Dark Secret

Masterlist / Next Chapter

Dean and I were inside the motel room, he was sitting on a bed and I took residence in a desk chair when Sam opens the door and comes in. "So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." Sam said as he shuts the door behind him. "What do you mean?" Dean and I asked in unison as Sam sits next to his brother.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead." Sam replied and we look over at him in shock.

"He drowned?" I asked Sam.

"Yep. In the sink." Sam replied, nodding.

"Holy crap." I muttered in shock.

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else." Dean said.

"Yeah, but what?" Sam asked, thinking. "I don't know." Dean said, shrugging.

"Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source." I said and Sam has a look of realization.

"The lake." He said.

"Yeah." Dean and I said.

"Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months." Sam said and I nodded. "Exactly! Whatever this thing is, whatever it wants, it's running out of time. And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." I said and Dean stands up. "This is gonna happen again soon." He said and I nodded again.

"And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton." I said.

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean said. "And I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris—Bill Carlton's godson." Sam reveals and Dean and I look over at him. "Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit." Dean said to us.

****

"Mr. Carlton?" I called out to Bill as he sits on the bench which was on the dock. He looks up at us as the boys and I approach him. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam said to him. "We're from the, the Department—" Dean started to say when Bill interrupts him.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today." Bill said, depressed. "Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there?" Sam asked but Bill doesn't say anything.

"Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death—we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I said to him as he continues to stare at the lake.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." He tells us. The boys and I exchange a look then head back to the Impala, since I left my bike at the motel.

"What do you boys think?" I asked them.

"Aw, I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean replies as I lean on the Impala.

"So now what?" Sam asked us as Dean looks towards the house and stands there. "What is it?" Sam asked his brother. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something." Dean said and he pulls out the picture Lucas brought him.

*****

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea told us. Dean got the idea for us to go to Andrea's house so we could talk to Lucas and maybe get him to tell us more. "I just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." Dean begs her.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?" She asked him. "Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam told her and she looks down then shakes her head.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all." She said to us, firmly. "If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean said to her and she looks between us and sighs.

****

The four of us approach the doorway to Lucas' bedroom a d sed him coloring again, his toy soldiers standing around him. Dean walks and crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember me?" Dean asked him as I noticed that Lucas made two drawings of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, I need your help again." Dean said as Lucas was drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of the young boy.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." Dean said but Lucas keeps coloring. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too." Dean said to him and I kinda give a small smile at this.

For someone that supposedly doesn't like kids, he's actually not that bad with Lucas.

Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then hands him a picture. "Thanks, Lucas." Dean said to him and he walks up to us and we start to head out.

****

We were in the Impala when Sam was holding up the picture, which was of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence. "Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean said to us as I, sitting in the backseat, lean over Sam's seat and look at the drawing.

"There are cases—going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." I said. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow? I mean, it's only a matter of time before somebody else drowns, so if you guys got a better lead, please." Dean pleads and I let out a sigh.

"All right, we got another house to find." Sam said.

"The only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Dean said as Sam and I take another look at the picture then pointed at the church.

"See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here." I said.

"Oh, you think you're so smart." Dean sneered, with sarcasm. "Yes, I do." I said, smiling at him and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You know, um...What you said about Mom...You never told me that before." Sam said to Dean, referring what Dean said to Lucas, after a few seconds of silence. "It's no big deal." Dean said then he looks over at Sam, who gives him a concerned look.

"Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?" Dean asked and Sam scoffs and shakes his head.

****

We approached a white church shaped like the one in int the picture. Dean holds up the picture and looks at it, comparing it to the scene in front of him; there's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. The three of us exchange looks then we look up at the church and cross the street to the house.

****

"We're sorry to bother you, ma'am--but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I asked Mrs Sweeney, who was this old lady that was living in the house, after we enter the house. "No ma'am. Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She said as she sighs.

"The police never—I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." She said as Sam points out to me and Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table.

"Losing him—you know, it's...it's worse than dying." Mrs Sweeney said and I glanced at the boys, remembering that's exactly what Bill said earlier.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asked her. "He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." She said as I pick up a picture off the mirror.

There were two boys in the picture, one of them was Peter with a bicycle. Then I flip it over and read from the back of the picture, my eyes widen in shock. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I said and I look at the boys in horror.

****

"Okay, this little boy Peter Sweeney vanishes, and this is all connected to Bill Carlton somehow." I said as we were in the Impala and we were driving back to the Carlton's. "Yeah, Bill sure as hell seems to be hiding something, huh?" Dean said.

"And Bill, the people he loves, they're all getting punished." Sam said as I think this over.

"So what if Bill did something to Peter?" I asked the brothers.

"What if Bill killed him?" Sam asked us.

"Peter's spirit would be furious. It'd want revenge. It's possible." Dean said as he starts to drive a bit faster.

****

We pull up to the front of the Carlton house then run out and approach the house. "Mr. Carlton?" Dean asked as he knocked on the door. But then we heard an engine roar. The boys and I go around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean said and we run to the end of the dock, yelling.

"Mr. Carlton! You need to come back!" Dean yells.

"Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!" I screamed.

"Mr. Carlton!" Sam shouts but Bill ignores us and keeps going. The water rises up and flips his boat over, making Bill and his boat vanish.

****

Sam, Dean and I walk were walking in the police station with Jake and entered his office when Andrea gets up. "Sam, Dean, (y/n)." Shs said as she stands up, putting a bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here." She said to us.

"So now you're on a first-name basis. What are you doing here?" Jake asked, suspiciously. "I brought you dinner." Andrea said as she gestures to the container. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time." Jake said to her, exhausted.

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?" She asked, with worry. "Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Jake said when Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken; he jumps up and grabs Dean's arm.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" Dean asked the boy as he looks up at him, fear etched all over his face. "Lucas." I said, softly, as I kneel down to him.

"Lucas." Andrea said but Lucas continues to shake Dean's arm and whines. "Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." Dean assures the young boy as Andrea pulls Lucas away from Dean and leads him outside. Lucas doesn't look away from Dean while I stand back up. I feel like something's gonna happen. He looks beyond terrified. I thought as Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office.

"Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill—who is a very good swimmer, by the way—into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake asked us, suspiciously. Dean glances at Sam and I before he turns to Jake. "Yeah, that about sums it up." He said.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible. And you're not really Wildlife Service." Jake said and we look at him, surprised.

"That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three." Jake said as he glares at us.

"See, now, we can explain that." I said but Jake raises his hand at us.

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again." Jake informs us.

"Door number two sounds good." Sam and and I nodded. "Yeah, I second that." I said.

"That's the one I'd pick." Jake said and the boys and I leave the station.

****

Dean and Sam were in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light, I was on bike right behind them. Suddenly the light turns green but the Impala doesn't move. I drive up to the passenger side and I can see Sam talking to Dean. I lean over and knocked on the window, Sam turns then rolls down the window.

"What's the hold up?" I asked them. Sam shrugs when Dean started to turn right instead of left. "Uh, the interstate's the other way." I shouted through the window as I follow them.

"I know." Dean said.

"But Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam said.

"Yeah, plus I don't want to go to jail." I said.

"I'm not so sure." Dean said as he continues to drive and I keep up with them so I can talk to them.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest." I said to Dean. "All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?" Dean asked.

"But why would you think that?" Sam asked him. "Because Lucas was really scared." Dean replied and Sam and I look at him in shock

"That's what this is about?" Sam asked Dean. "I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean said and I glanced at him.

"Who are you? And what have you done with Dean Winchester?" I asked. He glances at me then back to the road. "Shut up." He said and we start to make our way back into town.

****

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late, man." Sam said to Dean, once we arrived back at Andrea's house. Dean ignores him as he goes and rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, and he looked beyond terrified. "Lucas?" Dean said before Lucas takes off. "Lucas!" Dean yells as we follow him.

Water was pouring out from down the stairs and then down the hall and under a door Lucas started pounding on. Dean pushes him over to me and Sam and kicks in the door, and see that the bathtub was filled with water as it overflows. I could just make out Andrea's back sticking out of the surface.

Lucas grabs Dean, so I run into the bathroom and stick my arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She was pulled back under, but Sam comes and helps me and we keep pulling until she is all the way out. She starts coughing up water.

****

Dawn was breaking as we were sitting in the living room. Andrea was dry and wearing comfortable clothing, she was still pretty shaken from what happened earlier. "Can you tell me?" I asked her. "No." She said as Dean looks through notebooks on bookshelves.

"It doesn't make any sense." Andrea said then she starts to cry. "I'm going crazy." She said as she puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell us what happened. Everything." Sam said to her, soothingly. She looks between me and Sam then let's out a heavy sigh. "I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice." She replied

"What did it say?" I asked her.

"It said...it said come play with me." She sobs. "What's happening?" She asked when Dean puts this book down in front of her, then flips it open to a picture of some kids.

"Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?" He asked her and she looks up at him, confused. "What? Um, um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She said as she moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child; he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at me and Sam, all three of us realizing what's going on.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the sheriff." Dean said to us.

"Bill and the sheriff—they were both involved with Peter." I said.

"What about Chris? My dad—what are you talking about?" Andrea asked when Dean looks sideways.

"Lucas?" He calls out but Lucas was staring out the window. "Lucas, what is it?" Dean asked him. Then Lucas opens the door and walks outside, all of us follow him.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls out but we continue to follow.

Lucas stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. Dean turns to Andrea and said. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house while the boys and I fetch some shovels from the Impala. Then we start digging.

After while, Sam's shovel clanks against something then we dig with our hands for a bit and pull out a red bicycle. "Peter's bike." I whispered in shock.

"Who are you?" A voice asked. The boys and I turns around and see Jake standing there, pointing a gun at us. "Put the gun down, Jake." Sam ordered as we drop the shovels.

"How did you know that was there?" Jake asked us.

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike?" Dean asked him and Jake looks at him, angrily.

"You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried." I said, firmly. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Jake growled.

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell we're talking about." Dean said as Andrea runs up.

"Dad!" She screams.

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." I told Jake.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." Sam said.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?" Jake asked, angrily.

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." I said.

"Listen to yourselves, all three of you. You're insane." Jake said.

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean said to Jake, who still had a gun pointed at us.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asked him.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous." Jake said, never taking his eyes off of us.

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Andrea exclaims and Jake turns to her. "Tell me you—you didn't kill anyone." She demanded but he looks away and her jaw drops. "Oh my God." She whispers, disparagingly.

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake admitted and Dean and glanced at each other as Jake turns to Andrea, who looks horrified.

"Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational." He said to her.

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean said as Andrea turns her head and gasped. We look over and see Lucas going down to the lake. "Lucas!" Jake yells and we all run up to the dock while Lucas was leaning over the side.

"Lucas!" Dean shouts as we run. "Lucas! Baby, stay where you are!" Andrea said but Lucas was pulled into the water. The boys and I keep running to the end of the dock then we dive in. "Oh my God!" Andrea screams and she takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" Sam said to her. "No! Lucas!" She screams. "We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" I said and we dived under the water. For about a minute, I kept looking but I couldn't find Lucas the I resurfaced and see that Sam and Dean had as well.

"(Y/n)? Sam?" Dean calls out but Sam shakes his head. "No luck here, either." I said.

"Lucas, where are you?" Andrea calls out and we dive back in to look but nothing. Once we resurface again, Jake had made his way into the water. "Peter. Lucas—he's, he's just a little boy. Please, it's not his fault, it's mine. Please take me." Jake pleaded and we looked over at him.

"Jake, no!" Dean shouts when we see a boy that looked like Peter, resurfaced.

"Just let it be over!" Jake pleads before he was dragged down. "Daddy! Daddy! No!" Andrea screams and the boys and I dive back down into the water.

I swam around and deeper into the water when I noticed something. I get closer and see that it was indeed, Lucas. And it seemed Dean saw him at the same time as he swims over and both of us grab Lucas and swim back up to the surface.

****

The boys and I walk out of the motel as Dean opens the car door and Sam and I toss a duffel in. I look over at Dean and noticed that he looked upset and I give him a small frown. "Look, we're not gonna save everybody." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know." Dean mutters and I patted his shoulder. The two of us stared at each other when a voice calls out to us.

"Sam, Dean, (y/n)."

We look over and see Andrea walking up to us with Lucas. "Hey." Dean said once I remove my hand off of his shoulder. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Andrea said gesturing to Lucas, who's carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself." Andrea said, smiling.

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas asked and I smiled. I'm glad the kid's talking again. "Of course." Andrea said as she smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean said and he and Lucas began to load up the car while Sam and I turn to Andrea.

"How you holding up?" Sam asked her. "It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" She replied.

"Andrea, I'm sorry." I said.

"Yeah, me too." Sam said but Andrea shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." She said to us.

I nodded at her as I see Dean putting the sandwiches in the car. "All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time." Dean said to Lucas. "Zeppelin rules!" Lucas exclaims and I shake my head and smile at this as Dean said. "That's right. Up high."

He holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning. "You take care of your mom, okay?" He said to Lucas. "All right." Lucas said and Andrea comes up and kisses Dean, and I start to feel that familiar feeling in my chest again.

I bite my lips, like that might hold back the feeling, once Andrea breaks the kiss and looks up at Dean. "Thank you." Dean stands there for a minute, looks at me for a second, then scratches his head and goes around the car.

"Sam, (y/n), move your asses. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road." Dean said as he gets in the car, then Sam. Dean starts the engine as I get on my bike and start the engine on that.

We smiled and waved and Andrea and Lucas then we headed off.

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