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babygirl-riley · 7 months

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Daddy’s Gonna Buy You a Mockingbird

When coming home Simon hears his daughter start to fuss.

Warnings: angst, mentions of childhood trauma, fluff, swearing, Dad!Simon

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Simon was fucking tired, the mission was long and difficult. It took them 4 months to plan the fucker just for the target to know their every move. He lost lots of men and women those nights, they had to camp somewhere in the middle of the desert cause transportation got fucked.

He unlocked the door of his home and walked in. Immediately he heard the whimpering. Simon heard you trying to lullaby both of your toddler. Simon was told that she has been sick for almost 4 days. It was teething that led to two ear infections. His poor angel was getting her ass jumped left and right with them infections.

He took his mask and boots off leaving them on the shelf near the door. He locked the door as he made his way through the hallway. When getting closer he heard you sniffling. “I don’t know what to do baby girl,” The toddler cried harder as you cried with her. “I am sorry. What do you need baby?”

Simon tapped the door making you jump. At first you thought you were going to fight but then relief came through. “Simon,” You started to sob. “Just take a shower and I will be there in minute.”

“I can take her.” He said walking fully in.

“No,” You wiped your tears quickly before shaking your head. “It’s fine you just got home. Please just take a shower love.”

Simon nodded, he didn’t want to but he could tell if he didn’t you would burst. He saw the dark circles under your eyes, how red your eyes were. You haven’t gotten any sleep. That tugged at his best strings, you have been dealing with this all by yourself so he wants to be able to help you.

Simon quickly got into the shower, washing all the paint, blood, sweat, and dirt from him. He waited for a moment before turning the faucet off and get out. He heard your sobs once more as he wrapped the towel around himself. Opening the door that showed you laying on your side curled up. Simon walked up to you and sat next to your body. He placed a hand on your hip rubbing circles.

“Not the best welcome home,” You sighed turning to face him. “Im sorry.”

“For what love? Taking care of our child? Don’t ever apologize for that.” He reassured, basically whispering.

“Just me crying and Im so fucking tried. She doesn’t sleep nothing longer than maybe 5 minutes before she is screaming. And I wanted to give you a warmer welcome and instead buzzed you off and…”

“Thats enough sweethear’ it has been a long week for you,” He got up to grab sweatpants and went around to his side to pull the blankets up and over him. You watched as he laid and scooted closer to you wrapping his arm around you. “Come ‘ere, get some sleep my dove.”

He doesn’t remember when you fell asleep or even him. Simon heard the soft whimpers start, you didn’t move and he was glad that you didn’t. He was also very happy that you moved out of his grasp while in your sleep. Simon carefully and quietly headed out of the room. Rubbing his tired eyes as he made it to his daughter’s room.

When he approached the room there she was. Standing up in her crib crying, once her eyes landed on his she cried harder. “Daddy.” She called a couple of times.

“Alright princess, you’re alright daddy’s here.” He said picking her up.

It took him a back of how hot she is, sweat gripping her pjs. Her crying increasing as she gripped onto his shoulder. “Shhh I know,” He said bouncing up and down. “I know baby.”

He felt her diaper and walked to the changing table, which to her was a sin. When he placed her down she screamed a bit, immediately he gently placed a palm on her chest. Putting small pressure. She stopped screaming as she still cried. His daughter loved when he did that when she wanted to be cuddled yet when he had to do certain things like this.

Because of how many times he has done this with her, he one handed did the diaper. He left her only in her diaper, get some air to her skin due to sweating and her being hot. As she still cried, he picked her up and lead out of the room walking to the kitchen. “Let’s try a warm bottle and me a tea yeah?” He said quietly, holding her close as she still cried.

While working on the bottle he rocked back and forth waiting for the teapot to heat up. He wrapped both of his arms around her holding her more close. “I’m ‘orry my birdie, teeth are arseholes. I know.”

She held around his neck placing her head down on his shoulder. Simon kept holding on until the smallest noise came from the pot. He didn’t want to wake you, he was even surprised you haven’t woke up yet. His daughter became more whimpering than crying.

He poured his mug first so the water could cool down just a bit more. Then poured water into her bottle. He made his tea before finish making her bottle. Afterward he walked to the living room and placed the tv on. Miss Rachel was her favorite to watch lately, that’s what you mentioned.

He placed her forward towards the tv as he placed his mug on the side table. Simon held her close to him as she drank her bottle. Rubbing her belly as he watched the show with her. He hated this woman, just found her annoying, you mentioned to him that it was her job to do that fake high pitch thing. To him it just made him want to mute it and never see it again.

His daughter leaned closer to him as he sipped his tea. She sniffled and hiccuped due to crying the whole time. He smoothed her thick blonde hair back, making her eyes roll. Another thing she gets from him. People massaging his scalp or play with his hair he would pass out from.

After three videos both Simon and her were laying on the couch. He had her on his chest with a blanket on both of them. “Shh I know,” He said as she started to whimper again. “Daddy is here, don’t worry. He will stay. I would do anythin’ for you not to be in this pain.”

She sucked on her binki her eyes rolling fighting sleep. Yet another thing she got from him. Fighting sleep. Simon remembered when you told him you were pregnant with her. He was terrified. Scared that he wouldn’t be good to her, that he would turn into his own father.

Simon actually left for hours from the house making you think that it was a bad idea to tell him. Until he came back in tears, first time you seen him break down. Telling you his fears and worries. You would comfort him and hold him that he has never been an ounce of his father. Never be like him.

Simon remembered when he asked for his dad to hold him. His dad told him to stop being a child, to grow up. Or even watch him cry in pain and laugh at the fact he was crying. He even remember Tommy being hit for even mentioning that his throat hurt. Telling him that is something to be crying about when he was hurt.

Because of those memories he was going on for months in his mind that he didn’t believed that, didn’t believe that he would be a good father, it wasn’t until she was born. When he held her in his big hands. He knew that this was the opportunity to not be his low life father. And yet here he was being not that, his father would have never been comforting him when he was sick. Holding him. Loving him. He was grateful to be able to be here for her. For you. To show the love and care that he wanted to.

Simon sighed as he felt her breathing slow down, falling into deep sleep. He settled more down into the couch as he closed his eyes, holding on to his princess.

You woke up with the sun beaming into the room. You groaned as you placed a hand to where Simon would have been. It was cold. You opened your eyes and frowned. Was a dream that he was home? You sighed getting up and heading to your daughter’s room. For it to be empty too.

You walked around the house figuring out where the hell was your daughter. Which when you heard Miss Rachel on the tv and two figures on the couch. It made your heart swell. You walked to around to face both your daughter clinging onto her father. Simon softly snoring and his daughter as well. You forget how similar they look.

The soft features of when they slept. Their hair. Their nose. You also noticed that she was just in her diaper and didn’t look sweaty. You inhaled deeply feeling a bit of relief. Hopefully that means that her temperature went down and back to normal.

You smiled thinking about the time where you were almost about to pop. Simon holding your tummy telling your daughter that he will protect her with every ounce of his being. Not matter where or what she is doing, he will be there. You would play with his hair as he rubbed your tummy, feeling her move every time he would place a hand on your tummy.

You grabbed both bottle and mug, walking back to the kitchen. “Definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.” You whispered, starting to make breakfast for your perfect family.

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eywathemother · 1 year

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Fish Lips; Introduction

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

This is a series.

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 1,840

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

Please don't make fun of my horrid translation of Na'vi from the movie... I'm not sure if i am 100%, It's so hard as a beginner in Na'vi to figure out the right translation so hopefully I made it grammatically correct or else I'm severely embarrassed. I know I got English and asshole right but that's about it lol.

" We're so toast." You whispered allowed, more to yourself than anyone else. Lo'ak didn't like that and sent you a side glare." Shut up, (y/n)." You rolled your eyes at him with a scoff and turned your head back to the dream walkers. They were wearing military clothing and carried heavy weapons." This is your fault though; you shouldn't have followed those tracks." You grumbled.

Kiri, your sister looked towards you with a glance of agreement. He scoffed but ignored you, keeping his eyes trained on the people.

" Dad's going to ground you." Kiri whispered and Lo'ak rolled his eyes." Stop." Kiri eyed him amusedly at his aggravation. " For life." She continued to tease." Kiri, stop." He said a bit louder.

"Sh, what if they hear us because your loud ass doesn't want to shut up." You hissed and Lo'ak quietly mocked you. Spider and Lo'ak began to whisper about the battlefield, and you just rolled your eyes.

" I gotta call this in." Lo'ak suggested and Spider's eyes widened." No don't we're gonna get in trouble." Spider whispered and he wasn't wrong. Especially you and Lo'ak considering what happened during the raid a few days earlier.

You weren't even technically supposed to be out, being grounded and stuck with your grandmother until your ankle healed. During the raid while you and Neteyam were trying to get Lo'ak off the ground and back to spotting the gunships came in. When running away an explosion that knocked all of you down caused a rock to land on your ankle. Luckily it wasn't heavily but it left bruising and swelling of your ankle.

It hurt to put too much pressure on it, but you didn't want to be stuck to your grandmother's side for weeks." Listen, let's just go. Tuk shouldn't be here anyways." You whispered, rubbing Tuk's arm who looked a bit worried.

Lo'ak took this into consideration and nodded his head once." Let's go." You all turned around and began to move further back into the forest as quietly as you could. Lo'ak began to inform your father as you and Kiri put in your ear piece. You all stopped and huddled down while Lo'ak informed your father.

"What's your provenance?" Jake asked and Lo'ak and Spider glanced at each other while your rubbed Tuk's shoulder. Tuk was mostly worried about getting in trouble, but you had anxiety of the possibility of your guys escape souring.

" Uhh, we're at the old shack." Lo'ak said, glancing at Spider who shook his head.

"Who's we?" Jake asked and Lo'ak hesitantly spoke everyone's names. Jake began to give instructions and soon you were heading out of the area in a hurry.

" We're going to be in so much trouble." Kiri hissed at Lo'ak and Tuk who was in front turned around." It's almost eclipse come on!" When she turned back around one of the soldiers from before popped out and grabbed Tuk.

She let out a scream and almost immediately you all grabbed your weapons and started hissing at them. In a few seconds you were surrounded by a whole squad. You began to drop your weapons as they screamed at you to do so.

A soldier came around, grabbing you roughly and pulling your Neural Queue. you let out a yell and hissed at the guy pulling your braid. It only made him pull harder and he kicked the back of your knees bringing you down to the ground.

The one holding down Kiri grabbed her hands and almost looked happy to see that she had five fingers." Colonel, four fingers. We got a Halfbreed."

He glanced at Kiri and her fingers before moving to Lo'ak, demanding him to show his fingers. Lo'ak being Lo'ak showed them but decided to flip him off while doing so.

The guy chuckled." You're his. Aren't you?" Lo'ak responded with a hiss but that only seemed to confirm this guy's question." You're his alright."

He grabbed Lo'ak's braid, pulling him up to his feet as Lo'ak cried out in pain." Where is he?" At first he didn't answer but Colonel pulled his braid again." Ngaytxoa (I'm struggling with the translation on this part) 'ìnglìsì...ne vonvä (Sorry, I don't speak English to assholes)."

Colonel tugged again." Peseng ngeya sempul(Where is your father?)?" He tugged harder this time, making Lo'ak scream. He held his ground though, hissing at Colonel.

"Really you wanna play it this way?" Colonel took out his knife, leaning it towards Lo'ak's neck.

"Ftang(stop)!!" You shouted, Kiri crying out as well. Colonel stopped, throwing Lo'ak down. He turned walking towards Kiri." Kehe(no)!" You shouted pulling against the mans grips.

"Kehe, no, stop!" Lo'ak shouted miserably failing to get up and intervene only to be held by his braid once more. "Stop! Don't touch her!" Spider shouted, trying to pull from his captures grip. Colonel stopped in front of Spider, like he knew him." Please don't hurt her please." Lo'ak pleaded behind him.

"Whats your name, kid?" Quaritch asked and Spider glared at him." Spider. Socorro." He answered and something seemed to click in the man's mind because a small smile appeared on his face." Miles?" Spider shook his head a bit." Nobody calls me that."

'Is this man somehow related to Spider?' You thought as you watched the weird exchange between them." Well I'll be damned. I thought they sent you back to Earth."

"You can't put babies in Cryo dipshit." Spider responded and an uncomfortable silence fell in the air. Finally Colonel stood up." What are we doing boss?" The one holding Spider asked, as Colonel pushed his communicator on." Iron sky blue unactual."

"We're standing by for extract." he responded." We are bringing in high value prisoners." You all began to be moved and Kiri tugged and pulled." Let us go." The one holding her yanked her back." Shut up."

They moved you all and sat you down, tugging and barking 'shut ups' when any of you spoke. As you struggled against your capture a video of what sounded like Jake and the guy standing as boss played.

As the sky began to turn to Eclipse, they gathered you in a line. Waiting for something, you assumed was your father. It began to rain as you all waited, listening intently for any signs of your mother or father.

Then you heard your mothers calling, ears perking up you waited for your time to move. Kiri mumbled comforts of her own under her breathe, the soldier holding her eventually got tired of it. Yanking her head down he aggressively told her to shut up.

An arrow hit his head only a few seconds after. As they started shooting you took your chance. Moving your hands upwards you grabbed the man's arm, biting into it enough to draw blood. He screamed and when he let go you took your chance.

Following Tuk you ran as fast as you could, Lo'ak helping you over the log towards the escape route. You weren't fast enough and your braid was soon yanked back. Falling backwards you landed next to one of the soldiers. He grabbed your knife he had been holding onto and put it to your throat.

" You listen here, I-" But before he could finish an arrow went into his head. You felt a sting on the bottom left side of your neck, but you paid no mind and began to run to where Lo'ak and Tuk disappeared. You caught up to Lo'ak and Tuk who were stopped with the rest of your family.

"(y/n)!" Jake called out. He ran over, reaching his arms out as you held your neck." They got me a bit." You huffed, and he removed your hand from your neck. Neytiri came over, analyzing the cut. It wasn't deep but you were losing blood. He put your hand on it." Keep pressure on it. Don't move your hand." He rushed you to his Ikran, helping you up and immediately flying off as everyone else followed quickly.

You knelt next to Kiri who was listening next to your Marui, Tuk had her head down peaking inside. Your wound had been stitched up and bandaged and they finally let you go after an hour of monitoring you. You were a bit pale from some blood loss and they recommended to take it easy. Lo'ak and Neteyam had stay next to you the entire time, taking peaks at your wound and either making teasing comments or talking about a cool scar forming.

" What's going on?" Neteyam asked as they both came and squatted where you guys were. Kiri immediately silenced them, and you all began to listen to their conversation.

" I cannot, you cannot ask this." Neytiri stated, and you heard her move." I cannot leave my people." She set something down." I will not." She defied.

"He's hunting us." Your father replied, and your ears went back as you listened." He's targeting our family." He sounded so tired, and it made you feel bad for making him worry today." You cannot ask this!" Neytiri yelled at him." The children, everything they've ever known, the forest. This is our home!" She screamed at him.

" He had our children. He had them under his knife." A small silence passed." We got lucky (y/n)'s neck wasn't cut any higher, she could've died!" he huffed, and a tense silence broke out between them. You stared straight ahead but you could feel the glances from your sisters and brothers.

Your mother sighed, a few seconds later you could hear her pick up something." My father gave me this bow, as he lay dying! And he said protect the people." She said a bit more quietly." You're Toruk Makto!"

" This will protect the people!" His voice was sounding more agitated the more he had to explain." Quaritch has Spider, that kid knows everything!"

You glanced at your siblings, all of you sharing a look before going back to listening. " He knows our whole operation! He could lead them right in here!"

" If the people harbor us, they will die." You knitted your eyebrows together, hating that your father was telling truths. " Do you understand?"

Another silence fell and you could hear your mothers' huffs of emotion, distraught by the thought of leaving her people behind." Look I got nothing, I got no plan." Your father admitted." But I can protect this family, that I can do."

You knew what this meant, this meant you were leaving your home. Kiri rubbed your shoulder in comfort, and you grabbed her hand in silent thanks.

You could hear your mother begin to cry." But I know one thing." He paused." Wherever we go, this family is our fortress." You looked at your siblings and you all snuck away quietly to go to a spot and talk about what you just heard.

Later that night they had brought you into the Marui to tell you the news you were expecting. You were leaving your home, to go far away, to protect the people and your family. You were upset, beyond upset really, and you knew everyone else was too.

You didn't get much sleep last night, thinking about how you will most likely never get to see your friends, or call the Omaticayan clan your people ever again.

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aphroditesbaby1616 · 3 months

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The Bear & His Honey Chapter 4

Inspo: Quote- “ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me- I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.” Dedication: @daysofyellowroses - bestie thank you for inspiring and encouraging me to write. I haven’t felt more alive and inspired then I have in the past few days writing again. Thank you!! This is for you loveyyyy. Summary: Winnie & Carmy get closer. Have a marg over a mini therapy session, Winnie fixes up Carm’s panic injury. They find out there may just have been a single thread of gold tying them together the entire time. W/C: 5,484 A/N: Oh my lanta y’all!! 2 chapters in one day?! I promise- PROMISEEE tonight I am figuring a master list out, because I (myself) have been struggling to keep things canon to the story by having to scroll and scroll through my page to find each part to see what I said for Winnie, LOL! So get hype for that, I love this chapter even more then the last bc it has more Carmy, but Richie is so fun to write and I can’t wait for he&Winnies friendship to bloom!!! For my canon Carmy continues going to therapy once or so a week / a support group type talk therapy so that is why he shares more than he would in the show. It’s on his one day off so that’s why he is able to continue making it, and he thrives on routine so going once a week keeps him regulated. Warnings for BTC: A little bit of smut, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of vehicular accidents ending in death, mentions of self-harm, mentions of severe injury, negative self-talk, feminine yearning (ofc), fluffy fluff (enough for your teeth to rot out of ur face), panic disorder, mentions of a panic attack, heavy petting, alcohol, mentions of smoking cigarettes, mental health issues, exhausted Carmy LOL

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The door flings open and before I could even get a good look at him his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, his large hands resting on my rib cage, and thumbs gently rubbing soothing strokes. I gasped a bit in surprise at the contact, his muscular chest pressed to mine. Pulling me tighter and he nuzzles his face in my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. I inhaled his scent, a bit of his musky spicy cologne still left over after the long day, cigarette smoke, and a day of working, but he didn’t smell bad at all. I would buy a fucking candle of it if I could, and never burn it so it lasts forever.

He needed this hug.

“Thank you f’ comin’, Winnie. I really need a drink, like now” he said quietly and I bit my lip, my hands rubbing soothing circles in the middle of his back. “Course, you think I’d turn down a free drinky-drink from the sexiest little Chef boy in Chicago?” He chuckled into my neck, feeling a small smile press into my skin. “I’m sorry” he pulls away and I finally am able to look at him.

His hair is a mess, cheeks are stained red, his eyes are bloodshot and glazed over like he’d been crying, he rubs the back of his neck and I see a bit of smeared blood over his forearm. “It’s- it’s okay, hard day?” I asked, twiddling my fingers anxiously, worried he was going to ask me to leave and tell me that it wasn’t a good time anymore. “Ye’” he replied in a sigh and I swallowed hard.

“D-did you- sorry,” my voice coming out small and meek. I clear my throat “Was it- not a good time for you? It’s fine, totally, totally fine…should have given my number I guess - but I can-“ I motion my thumb to the door down the hall.

“No! No, please, stay. It’s - it’ll be nice. To like- to see you. I meant sorry about,” he squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head “sorry for like- flinging myself on you?” He says and I giggle, causing him to look at me.

“I love hugs! You give great hugs, is that why your sister calls you Bear? Oh my god!! Wait. This is your- that’s so cool, Carmen! You’re so cool!” I motioned to the restaurant, alluding to the name. “That’s so fuckin cool dude!” He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets shyly and looking at his feet.

“Thank you, but- uh. No. I’m not…usually a hugger which is why I’m also surprised I did that, guess I needed it. They call me bear cause - well. Don’t poke the bear kinda thing” he said and I took a few steps forward, our toes almost touching and his eyes met mine again. I raise my hand, and gently poke the flower tattoo adorning his left arm with my forefinger and smile. “Gonna bite me?” I quip, lifting my hands and poking short pokes all over his chest and he laughs a bit.

“Y’re cute” he said and I put a final poke on his nose, blush rising to my cheeks at the statement. “And very thirsty. Pour me a drink will you, bartender?” I turned around on the ball of my foot swiftly, walking with pep back into the kitchen and I look back at him, to find his eyes practically undressing me from where I’d left him moments ago. I grin, putting my hands on my hips “You staring at my ass isn’t making me any less thirsty over here, bartender!” I said and he blushes “sorry…sorry”

He comes out and places a hand at the small of my back leading me to the main part of the restaurant and towards the bar “you just - uh…you look really good. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to get home, I wanted to but - shit just got outta control, Syd forgot about this huge cannoli order and we forgot to get the powdered sugar with the last resupply so I had to make powdered sugar - it was just-” I rub my hand up his arm gently, stopping him and grabbing his attention.

“It’s fine Carmen. You look fine. I’ll admit, a little bit tired. But you worked all day, I’ve been there” I shrug and he nods a bit, “thanks” he said softly walking behind the bar. I get up on one of the bar stools, crossing my legs and resting my chin in my palm looking over the restaurant and tapping my nails on the table. “This place is super nice, Carm, you should be so proud of yourself. It feels fancy but inviting too.” I hum admiring the lights and artwork on the walls.

“Why thank you, we all worked really hard. I’m surprised it came together every day, but super grateful.” He said, taking Patron off of the middle shelf and scooping ice into the mixer, counting to himself as he pours it. “Doesn’t show, you run a tight ship it sounds, Chef” I smiled. He snorts “how would you know? Or is it just the pans from earlier” he said and threw a few slices of jalapeño, lime, and mint in to the cup before closing it tightly and shaking.

“Yes and no, Richie told me, said that you were a good boy today though, and your sister was the one causing trouble” blush creeps into his cheeks. “Ye’ and see what happens when I’m ‘good’ as you told me to do? Shit got fucked” he pours in some club soda and mixes it with a bar spoon before pouring us both a glass. “Mmmm. Was that because you weren’t barking orders, or because something happened out of your control, and you’re blaming yourself?” I asked honestly and he set my glass down in front of me, biting his lip for a moment.

“Everything is out of my fucking control” he muttered and shook his head, as if it was a quiet, painful reminder to himself. “Most things, in most people’s lives, are out of our control” I gently rest my hand over his and he meets my eyes. “The only things you can control is if, and when you fall apart, and how well you glue yourself back together.” I said earnestly and he swallows thickly, nodding.

“I like that..thank you” he said and I nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge you- this time. But d’ya think I can get a fancy umbrella or somethin’ for this drink?” I smiled and nudged it toward him, he chuckled, shaking his head “you are somethin’ else, Winnie” he crouches down behind the bar with a grunt.

“Fuck. I’m 26 but my back feels 90” he said and I laughed a bit. “It’s all the cookin’! And being on your feet too damn much, My mom is a massage therapist, you should let me give you a massage sometime.” I said and he got back up, groaning dramatically which made me giggle. “For you, dear.” He drops a little pink umbrella into my cup.

“Oh my goodness you poor thing. Come sit down” I pat the spot next to me and plucked my bag off the seat, hanging it off the back of my chair. He comes around the bar, plopping down in the chair next to me with a sigh of relief. “I will absolutely take you up on your massage offer sometime.” He said, rubbing over his face tiredly and running his hands through his muss of curls before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Please do, I’ll pull out all the stops for ya’, but just so you know- a happy ending comes with a pretty cost” I said flirtatiously and nudged his leg with my boot playfully. He chuckled and looked over at me “yea? Thanks for the heads up I’ll be sure to budget accordingly for my trip to Winnie’s Massage Parlor” he teased and I laughed a bit.

“Yess!! Please do! There’s also Winnie’s salon, Winnie's hospital, and Winnie’s library!! Come by for all your daily needs I’ma’ Jane of all trades” I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “Speaking of” I take his left arm, looking at the inner part near the crook, where 4 large scratches were, done so violently that the skin beneath was turning into a speckled bruise meaning by morning it would be a dark purple.

“What happened?” I ask softly, my finger tip gently brushing over the untouched skin over the smeared, dried out blood below the wound. “Ahh-“ he shakes his head “it’s stupid. It’s not even bad don’t worry about it” he said and I looked at him, concerned. “Did- did Sug-“ he cuts me off quickly “Sugar, would never hurt me.” He said, his tone was deadly serious.

I nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Okay, Carm, I believe you” I said softly and squeezed his wrist gently. “Will you…let me take care of you- please?” I ask quietly, looking into his eyes, my gaze pleading for a yes.

“So Winnie’s hospital is mobile?” He said with a small teasing smile. I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, let’s go find the first aid kit, and honestly it’s pretty but like - empty in here and… I dunno” I bit my lip, hoping he got the hint and he nods “sure we - we can uh. Yeah. Let’s go sit in Sugars office. She has a couch” I nodded and hopped off the seat, gasping when the corner of it hooks onto the hem of my skirt as I get down and pulls it up, exposing my backside clad in a lacy red thong through the sheer bum part of my fleeced nylons.

“Oh my god!” I blurt as I quickly pulled it back down, my cheeks on fire, and my heart pounding in embarrassment. I hear Carmen burst out in laughter behind me making my embarrassment grow and I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest, my eyebrows becoming furrowed. “Hey!” I snip “what’s so funny!! Why were you looking peeping tom!” I whine and he covers his mouth to stifle the laughter.

“To make sure your munchkin self didn’t trip off of the stool in those clunky ass boots!! Being a gentleman really paid off for me there” he said and I went over slapping his arm gently with a smile growing on my face. “I guess it’s a good thing I wore panties or I would’ve mooned you” I grab my drink and turn around, a surprised chuckle coming from him.

“Holy shit, you go commando?” He asks, holding the kitchen door open for me “sometimes, she needs to breathe!!” I said with a shrug and pushed my bag up on my shoulder as I followed him back to Sugars office. “But what if you get horny?” He asked and I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. “Dude!! Richie said you were not forward with girls, that’s pretty forward” I set my bag down on sugars desk and he plops down on the big comfy sofa pulling out a recliner on his side and he sighs, closing his eyes.

“Gimme a sec’ this is the first time my feet are up since 1” he said and I sat down next to him, “you haven’t sat down since I left?!” I asked and he shook his head, opening his eyes and head falling to the side on the cushion to look at me. “Mm-mm” he hummed in response. “Where’s the first aid kit? I’ll find it” I said and he rubs his face, thinking.

“Uhhh. Oh there’s one in here actually, go over to the other side of Sug’s desk, it should be tucked there next to the wall” he said and took a sip of his drink. I got up, going where he said and I leaned over, completely forgetting the rules of skirts by mistake. “You’re a fucking tease” he said lowly and my heart pounds, my stomach fluttering wildly, and my core beginning to twitch and throb in excitement.

“What’s not nice about helping a new friend clean up their boo-boo’s?” I asked innocently, a small smile on my lips as I turned and sat down on the couch on the cushion next to him. He smirks “you…are gonna make me crazy” he said softly and closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. I opened the kit, taking out hand sanitizer, saline wipes, gauze, and triple antibiotic.

“Wait-“ he said his eyes flickering open “you- you met Richie?” He asks as if I hadn’t been mentioning him since I walked in the door, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It’s like- the first thing I said when I got here.” I said and he sighs softly. “I’m…sorry.” He finally said, like he was contemplating whether to say more. “That’s ok, you had a hard day” I took his arm gently, laying it across my lap. “What did he say? How bad did he embarrass me?” He questions and I giggle a bit, sanitizing my hands before opening a saline wipe.

“Not at all! He said you’re shy with girls, that he’s surprised you asked me out cause he thinks I’m pretty, and apparently, doesn’t think you are very funny- but I on the other hand, seemed to make him laugh a lot so- got you beat” I teased with a smile as I ever gently wipe over the wounds.

He snorts “well, you are pretty, he’s an asshole but right.” He said and I looked up at him “not many people make me laugh anymore, you seem to, though.” I said honestly, and he tugs his lip between his teeth to catch a grin from taking over his features. “Yea?” He asks quietly with a blush going across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “Mmhmm” I hum in reply, putting the ointment on and carefully rubbing it in.

It was quiet for a moment before he says “I’m sorry.” Causing me to look up at him, but his gaze was stuck on the ceiling. “This wasn’t - I wanted to do something nice for you and… I’m sorry.” I stop working on his arm “sorry for what, Carm? This is so nice. The drink is really good, thank you for making it, I’m glad to be here.” I said honestly and placed my hand on top his.

His icy blue eyes meet mine, looking over my face slowly and locking on my lips. His eyes flick back to mine when he responds “you just look so pretty, like you should be on a real date. Not here fuckin-“ he sighs, looking down at his arm then back at me. “Dealing with my stupid mistake.” I shook my head and wrapped up his arm with a bandage to keep it clean and dry while he slept and it could scab over.

“This is a real date. You own a restaurant. Carmen. Look at me.” I order and he looks into my eyes. “You, just you, asking me to come see you, to be together, to get to know each other? You are enough. This is a date. An awesome date. I’m having fun, are you having fun?” I asked and he smiled a bit.

“No, but….” He trails off, looking at his lap and I felt my heart physically ache, my face drooping “peace” he finally said “I feel…at peace, with you around. I noticed it when we were outside earlier, I came out for a smoke cause I was about to absolutely loose it on Syd, and I don’t- I- I can’t do that to her. So I went out and I totally forgot my light and then..you were there and I forgot about everything.” He said.

Goosebumps arise on my skin at the admission, the warmth in my chest returning at full force. “And - I thought about you…all day- all-all day. Not like- god I sound like a creep” he takes his arm, rubbing his face in embarrassment. “I thought about you too.” I reply softly. “I thought about you…a lot. Actually.” I bit my lip and his eyes met mine, searching for truth and it was all he found in my locked gaze.

“Not like- I just couldn’t understand how I felt. But the more I think… I do this thing.” He rubs his chin as he thinks. “Learned it in therapy, they said when you can’t figure out how a person or a situation made you feel, you can like think of people and situations that you do know how you feel about, and keep comparing them until you find a match. S-so when I thought of you.” He swallows thickly and I sit up, completely entrenched in listening to him.

“I found that things that gave me the same feelings w-were like…my one day off a week that I don’t have to be here. I think of…the fucking morning I went to Central Park and watched the sunrise and it was so..so quiet. I think- I think” he presses his lips together. “O-of-of Mikey. Of my brother. He’s dead. But. H-he. He protected me a lot, growin’ up. Helped me out. A lot. I felt like when Mikey was around, it was alright. And that’s how I felt earlier. I’m sorry-“ he shakes his head, putting the recliner down and finishing off his drink.

“Why?” I ask and squeeze his hand “that’s…so, so sweet. You make me feel at peace too, unless you’re angry- but I was worried for you and what happened. I’m so happy I make you feel like that, Carmen. Thank you for sharing, may I hug you?” I ask gently and he looks at me a bit surprised. “Y-yea ‘fcourse c’mere” he opened his arms and I wrapped him in a warm embrace. “The way you make me laugh makes me feel the way my brother did when he made me laugh, we were twins. He died.” I said just above a whisper.

He rests his cheek on the top of my head, rubbing soothing circles in my back as I did for him earlier. “I’m so sorry, what was his name?” He asked, equally as quiet. “Chris, Christopher” I felt my lip quiver, that never dulling ache in my chest throbbing at the memory of him.

“Oh, wow” he whispered “Winnie and Christopher” I felt him smiling on my hair “your parents knew what they were doin’ with names, that’s adorable.” He said and I smiled a bit. “Thank you, can you guess what our nursery was?” I look up at him and he raises his eyebrows.

“Hmm.. let me think. Oh! I know, Dumbo?” He says sarcastically and I laugh, closing my eyes and nuzzling my face in his neck “Silly. Winnie the Pooh, I always said it was my room, because they had a big wall sticker of Winnie and all his animal friends, but not one of Christopher since they couldn’t find one. He hated that” I said and his fingers gently rubbed over the spot of bare skin between my skirt and my top. I feel him chuckle a bit “that’s cute” he said.

“How did Mikey…” I trail off, his fingers stilling. “Shot ‘emself” he said plainly and my hug around his torso tightens “I’m so sorry” I whisper in to his skin. “What about Chris?” He asked and I swallowed thickly. “We got in a motorcycle accident. I still can’t talk about it.” I said as evenly and emotionlessly as I could, if I opened that flood gate there was no shutting it.

“Oh- my god. Wow. I’m so sorry, I’m so glad you’re….” He trails off, realizing the other victim was very much not ok in any sense of the word. I sit up, taking my half full drink off the table and drinking it down in 3 big gulps. “Want another?” He asks and I shake my head, “work tomorrow” I said and he nods, “yeah me too” he muttered rubbing over his face.

“Can I…get your number?” I asked and he nodded sitting up “course you can” he said and took his phone out of his pocket, logged in and opened up a new contact screen, offering it to me. “Only if I can have yours” he said with a small smile. “Of course!!” I took it from him.

Winnie 🍯

I put as the contact name, and type in my number, hitting save before handing it back. I do the same for him on my phone and hand it to him, when it’s returned, I see

Carm🐻

I smile, deleting the emoji and switching it for a 🧸 instead. I show him with a tilt of my wrist “cause your awesome hugs.” I said and smiled, saving it again. He blushes, smiling and shaking his head “I think you’re the one who gives good hugs, you smell like honey and you’re all soft.” He said and I giggle. “I’m glad you like my perfume” I said and pushed my hair behind my shoulders.

“I do, it’s very nice. You live around here?” He asks and I nod “2 blocks that-a-way” I point behind us and he raises his eyebrows. “Really, what street?” He asked “Kensington Ave. The brownstones” I said and he chuckled “No shit. I live in the high rise across the way” he said and my mouth drops. “Wow. Work neighbors, and building neighbors, we’ve never met?” I giggle “you've been avoiding me?” I ask and he chuckles “never, uhh. I’m like never home. I go there to sleep for a few hours, and my days off I…sleep…the whole day usually, I usually get home around 1am and leave at like 4ish, sometimes 5 if I sleep in” I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.

“3 hours of sleep and you wonder why you feel 90? You need to sleep Carmen. You’re gonna have a heart attack.” I said and he chuckled. “If I would only be that lucky'' he joked, taking our empty glasses to the kitchen and I followed him “no- i'm serious, like you’re gonna drive yourself nuts.” I said, leaning on the counter watching him wash the glasses.

“I am already there sweetheart don’t worry, been there- ahh let’s see, 20? Maybe 19. So 7 years of insanity give or take.” He said and I giggled, shaking my head. “You are not nuts. A crazy person couldn’t run a restaurant.” I said and he snorted “that speaking is the mind of someone who doesn’t work in a restaurant. No, you have to be a psycho to do this shit. Especially at the level I do it.” He shuts off the sink, putting the cups on the drying rack and leaning on his elbows on the table mirroring me from across.

“I think you’re very, very passionate.” I brush his curls from his eyes “and that you sometimes get in your own way by not allowing people to help you.. which can make things harder” I said and he smiled, amusedly. “How do you already know so much about me, have you been stalking and avoiding me so I don’t find out?” He teases and I laugh. “Shut up, no. I have not. I dunno… like our souls know each other. That’s how I feel.” I shrug, crossing my hands under my chin and looking at him.

“Hmm” he says. “Do you believe in past lives?” He asks and I nod “for sure. And future ones. I don’t think we can learn everything in one go that our souls need” I shrug and he nods a bit. “We need to talk more about this when I don’t have a pounding headache from being so overtired” he said softly and I pout, “c'mon let’s walk home.” I said and headed back to the office to grab my things.

“I just have to go to the back and get my stuff gimme a few” he said from the kitchen. I waited by the island, shawl back on and bag on my shoulder. When he comes back out, my breath gets caught in my throat. Hes wearing delicious light grey sweatpants, blue Nike sneakers, and a plain white champion hoodie. As he lifted his arms to put his backpack on, the hoodie rode up, revealing his tight, toned stomach, and deep, deep V line. I lick my lips, imagining myself on my knees worshiping his god-like figure and he clears his throat.

I looked up again, realizing he completely caught me red handed checking him out like the hottest new library book and I felt my cheeks heat, giving a shy smile. “Ready?” He asked and I nod “ready” I said meekly, mentally face palming for my lack of discretion. “Y’know it’s not a bad thing to check me out, right? I guess for earlier you can call us even” He asked as we walked down the hallway and I nearly tripped over my own feet at the boldness. “Fuck you” I roll my eyes playfully and he opens the door for me.

“I’m a little tired right now, but for you? Anything. Your place or mine?” He asked and I laughed, slapping his chest playfully “you are a naughty, naughty little boy” I teased, wrapping my arms around his bicep as we walked. “Just letting you know allll the ways this glorious date could end” he said, a smug smirk on his face and I shook my head, looking at the sidewalk.

This was so nice. I usually am needing to check behind me every couple steps, am tensing at every noise or stranger I pass, but with Carmen I feel protected. Secure.

“I’ve never actually been able to enjoy this at night, I’m always looking over my shoulder wondering if I need to get my switchblade out” I chuckle shaking my head. “Switchblade? Damn. Can I see it?” He asks and I nod, digging in my purse and pulling out the pink knife attached with a MyMelody keychain to a can of mace.

I pulled away from him, hopping a few steps ahead. “Everybody watch out! I’m a woman that’s armed and dangerous!!” I giggle, clicking the little button and the hello kitty blade swings out with a click. He laughs, and I faced him, waving it around the air in front of me lightly “what’s so funny huh? I’m menacing Carmen, imagine I mugged you right now with a hello kitty knife” I said, causing him to laugh harder, clutching his stomach.

“Oh my god - please” he snorts in laughter causing me to laugh. “Awww little piggy!!” I teased and he gasps pretending to be offended. “okay! Rude! You better not snort ever or you’ll be the piggy miss” he said making me start laughing again “you are at my mercy right now, sir, have you so easily forgotten?” I gently wave the pewny knife in front of his face.

“Oh you sweet thing. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” He plucks it from my fingers easily, closing it. “Only because I have the strongest little chef in all of Chicago to protect me. My knight in sexy gray sweatpants and a white sweatshirt” I mused, a playful smile dancing on my lips. “Mmm ok we’re getting there. I don’t like the little part, but- we’ll get there” he joked, dropping the knife back in my purse.

“Oh, yeah?” I said, grabbing his arm again as we continued, our buildings come in to view. One of my hands trains down his arm, slinking my fingers to wrap between his. “Mmhmm” he hummed.

I stopped again, standing in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck loosely, standing on my tip-toes even in my heels to reach his ear. “I think that you know, that I know, you’re the sexiest, most hard working, passionate, gentleman - that I’ve ever had the pleasure of having a chance with. And I also think that you know, I have bratty tendencies, and love pulling your chain because I know it gets you going. You wanna know what I’m 100% sure of, though?” My sultry hot breath caused goosebumps to come up on his neck, his hands wrapping around my waist and squeezing gently. “Was’ that baby” he said softly, his voice laced with desire. I lace my fingers in his hair, gently tugging at his frizzy curls from the day.

“I’m sure that you need a brat. Because what you need, Carmy.” I nibbled at his ear gently. His breath hitches in his throat, biting his lip to silence a soft moan. I wasn’t quite sure where all of this raw confidence and honesty was coming from, likely from the strong drink Carmy had made and my being a lightweight.

“Is to be able to force someone in their place, and have full unrelinquished control over the entire situation. For someone to give themselves to you, be fully yours. To use. To love. To worship. Whatever you desire. Cause you’re a control freak. But that’s sexy, that’s soo sexy. I love a man who knows what he needs” I place a soft, lingering kiss on his racing pulse point.

His hands trail down, cupping my ass before squeezing roughly and I moan softly at the contact. His hands were so strong, so large, but somehow the touch was still lacking confidence. “C-can I” he says softly, “can I kiss you, please?” He whispers. I lift my face to meet his, our noses brushing as I rest my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide from both the dark and lust, the only peak of blue being a tiny sliver.

“That depends,” I said with a smirk adorning my lips, I nuzzle my nose against his gently. “Will you kiss me how you want, Carm? Or how you think I want?” I ask and he licks his lips. “I want to make you happy” he whispers, I twirl a curl at the base of his neck around my finger. “It will make me happy, if you take what you want from me” I whispered.

Before I could blink, his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily- a war of tongue and lips, my fingers tightening around his hair and tugging smiling proudly when he moaned into my mouth. His hands trail my skirt, lifting it slightly to massage my backside in his hands wantingly. I let him take me, dominate me, own me in that moment, matching his hot feverish kisses as well as the sweet, gentle ones. We only broke apart to breathe, our chests rising and falling at an equal rapid pace. His lips were slick from our kiss, swollen from the rough encounter. He was beautiful.

The only sound was the infrequent car passing, or the sound of the crickets that had made their homes in the small patches of grass on the side of the sidewalk that housed the trees.

“I want you to come to family”

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winniethewife · 8 months

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You never call me sober (Miguel O'hara x Reader)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol consumption, cussing, google translate Spanish.

“It's 1:08 wide awake when I hear that Special ring stomach sinks 'cause you know I'm already pullin' out the drive I'm up and I'll be there in five I'm turnin' right at a light when it hits me You feed me lies to put your hands on my body I'm helpless in the morning light Knowin' I fell for it a hundred times”

Her phone rang, it was 1:08, and she was already in the car. She knows who it is by the ringtone. Its Miguel again. She sighs and answers the phone.

“Where?” she doesn’t even bother to ask the whole question. She was tired of doing this, tired of being the person he calls when he’s too drunk to drive home.

“You know where Hermosa...” he slurs as the pet name falls off his tongue so naturally.

“I’ll be there in five.” She grumbles as she pulls out of the drive.

“Gracias.” He manages to say before she hangs up on him… she sighs and turns up the radio as she drives. She just wants to scream.

As she pulls up to the bar in question she can’t even find it in herself to look at him as he manages to climb into the passenger seat. He mumbles some kind of thanks as they pull away from the bar she drives to his place.

“I hope I didn’t wake you Hermosa…”

“Nope, I was up.” She says annoyed as she keeps her eyes on the road.

“Well… that’s good. I think.” He says quietly the slur of the alcohol on his voice toning down a little as he looks over at her. She sighs slightly as she keeps driving. The car is oddly quiet with the music in the background. Miguel reaches over and carefully takes her hand.

“What’s on your mind Bebeita?” he murmurs as he caresses her knuckles

“You don’t want to know Mig. I promise.” She says with venom in her voice.

“Now I just want to know more.” He replies quietly, not fully understanding why she’s being defensive. She sighs and tries to ignore him as they are almost to his place. Just a few more moments.

“Come on, Hermosa. Please. Just tell me.” He sounds pathetic when he’s drunk.

“Why do you never call me sober?” She asks in an accusatory tone

“What?” He was startled slightly by the question

“Why do you never call me sober?” She asks again slowly

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says quietly as he squeezes her hand softly

“Bullshit.”

“¿disculpe?”

“Oh shut up Miguel, don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m tired of avoiding the subject.” She feels the tension in the air. She knows she’s asking for a fight she can’t win but she doesn’t want dance around this again.

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“The truth preferably.”

“You wouldn’t like who I am sober these days.” He says quietly

“Why make that decision for me? Don’t I have the right to choose?”

“I know what’s-”

“Shut the hell up, stop acting like you know what’s best for everyone in the damn multiverse Mig.” She sneers as she pulls up to his apartment complex. After putting the car in park she turns to him. A fire in her eyes that Miguel had never seen before.

“Bebeita please… I don’t want to fight about this.” He says waving his hands defensively in front of him.

“Oh really? I definitely want to fight about this.” She says challenging him.

“Come on…”

“No I’m done! Either give me a real fucking reason that you do this or get out of this car and lose my number!” She’s yelling now, He’s definitely not used to her yelling.

“I don’t need you when I’m sober!” He yells. They both freeze looking at each other with regret, there’s no taking that back. Miguel silently climbs out of the car and wanders inside and up the elevator. She drives away her worst fears confirmed…

Masterlist

#miguel o'hara #atsv #across the spiderverse #x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #angst #Spotify #first fanfic in forever

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randaccidents · 1 month

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Alright I got another little headcanon

And it is too about Mind, hehe

The not main reason why Mind don't sleep is because he got Nightmares or just dreams about Heart

Why he doesn't like Nightmares is obvious, but the reason why it doesn't like dreams with Heart is because he just wish they were reality, and it kinda mess with him and it's hehe mind

(looks at this ask)

(digs around Google)

"Sleep deprivation can cause more intense dreaming"

(rubs hands together) tadssstrange my mutual you have simply given me MORE to play with. The hc is now canon to Heartless I accept no criticism.

Like like like lemme just lay out an idea, a scene for us. Fair tw for nightmares and unreliable EVERYTHING

(IT GOT REALLY LONG TOSSING IN A READ MORE, @tadssstrange YOU KEEP INSPIRING ME TO WRITE. FREE FOOD FOR YOU)

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The first time he goes to sleep after Heart is brought home is 2 days after, because neither of them are willing to leave Heart unmonitored, and Mind insisted that he take the first shift.

He doesn't remember the first dream/nightmare, not fully. It is a mess of shapes and darkness and shadows and blood and the colours purple and blue. He just knows that he woke up with the crushing weight of confused guilt on his chest stealing his breath.

It takes him 3 days before he tries to sleep again. He knows he needs to sleep to remain efficient, and his vision has been fuzzing out all day. He hasn't told Soul why he was avoiding sleep, but the dread creeps in as he lays in bed.

This next nightmare is vivid, and he wakes up having physically thrown himself off the bed, screaming. It takes awhile to calm him down even with Soul's help. Is that what Heart felt? Is that what dying felt like? The feeling of falling and your very self dissolving? He scrubs his mechanical hands so hard that black flecks of nail polish line the sink. He swears he still sees purple-and-blue-tinted blood and fresh grave-dirt between the joints. He thinks he is more exhausted than before he slept, but he refuses to go back to that nightmare, and Soul doesn't fight him.

It takes 4 days this time. Soul had to physically wrestle him into bed and hold him down this time. He doesn't want to stop moving and allow the thoughts and the exhaustion to finally steal him. Soul is not giving him the option. He falls asleep crying.

The dream is kinder than the previous nightmares, and yet crueller than either. He doesn't want to wake from the nostalgia of Heart being his normal, annoying self, the dream not quite doing its job of making him forget reality. Watching Heart grin and read off a passage about axon dendrites with his blindfold on knowing how much Mind hates how unnatural it looks makes something clench deep in his chest, a feeling entirely different from the crush of guilt or the rush of determination. Mind wishes the dream had chosen a memory where Heart's eyes could be seen. He lets himself sink into the memory.

Eventually, the Heart in the dream reads a passage he never has in Mind's memories, a passage about dreams. The Heart that is not his looks up at him and asks him, "I'm not really here, am I? I am asleep, as are you. But you can wake up still, and you should. Wake up, Mind."

Mind wakes up quietly to wet cheeks and a painful squeeze in his chest. Soul is nowhere to be found. Sitting up and wiping his eyes, Mind can't decide if a dream was worse than a nightmare.

At least a nightmare had the courtesy to not use Heart's face.

#reply #Heartless AU #Heartless story #rand.writ #rand.hc #cccc au #cccc #chonnys charming chaos compendium #ksdjnfkjasd I went into a TRANCE there #that hc threw me into the intense desire to WRITE what it feels #like it hit me instantly with some IMAGES #free crumbs for you as a result #also I am ABSOLUTELY stealing that now #Heartless timeline

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partially-controlled-chaos · 4 months

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Come Back to Me pt. 3

Pairing: Astarionxf!Tav

Rating: M

Warnings: Hurt/angst, comfort, trauma, fluff, trauma, soft jealous Astarion

Summary: After an attack in the Shadow Cursed Lands, Tavriel is exposed to the toxins of fear inducing mushroom spores, causing her already weakened mind to relive the traumatic horrors of her past. Astarion and Halsin are forced to work quickly to cure her mind of the spores before the effects remain with her permanently.

Also read on AO3! Check there for more frequent updates because I sometimes forget to also post them here.

I also recommend reading my previous fic for some backstory on my Tav! Not totally necessary, but if you’d like some backstory you can find it here!

Masterlist

Come Back to Me: Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Astarion was quietly seething as he followed behind the druid, his face knitted into a tight scowl as he stepped across jagged rocks and fallen tree branches. Of all people he could be paired with on this excursion, it just had to be Halsin. He had lingered around Last Light just briefly, too consumed with worry after hearing Tavriel’s horror filled screams, while the rest of the group had already sectioned off into teams of two, leaving Astarion with Halsin as a companion. He already had a grudge against Halsin for being a threat to his relationship with Tavriel, but he also fully blamed Halsin for Tavriel being as sick as she was. If he had been a better companion, he would have kept her safe. This, of course, was simply a deflection of Astarion’s own feelings of being incompetent for Tavriel because he let her go out to begin with.

“Do you see anything, Astarion?” Halsin called back to him as he swept a torch across the landscape, “Have you found any black oleander?”

“If I had don’t you think I would have said something?” The vampire spawn sneered, his lip upturned into a snarl.

“You’ve just been unusually quiet,” Halsin said as they continued, “I was making sure you hadn’t stumbled across something. You’re sure you know what you’re looking for?”

“Of course I do! I may not be rolling around outside all day like you, but I’m not dim witted enough to not know what we’re looking for.” Truthfully, Astarion hadn’t known what black oleander even was until a few days ago, but he wouldn’t dare admit it, “And I’m not in a particularly chatty mood. My mind happens to be on other, more important, things than idle chit chat and niceties.”

“I will not blame you for your anger, Astarion. You’re worried about Tavriel. You’re a bonded pair, are you not?” Halsin asked with a laugh, taking no offense to the snippy remarks coming from the elf.

“I would be a fool to not be worried about her. She’s the only thing that actually keeps this little band together. If something happens to her, well, we’d all be lost.” Astarion’s voice had softened slightly. The thought of actually losing Tavriel felt like a knife to the chest. He’d finally found something and someone to give a damn about and the idea of her being taken down by a patch of mushrooms felt like a cruel joke sent by the gods as a continued punishment.

“Is that all you’re worried about? If she can continue to serve a purpose?” Halsin shot a sideways glance to Astarion, surprised at his response. He had seen the way Astarion would look and speak with Tavriel and it was painfully clear he had some inclination of feelings for her, so the abrupt cut to how she was useful was odd.

“No. Don’t be stupid. If you had let me finish I would have answered your question.” He snapped, “We are, if you’re so interested in knowing, but I’d like to keep the spicy little details to myself, thank you.”

“I am, actually, it’s something I wanted to speak to you about.” Halsin said as he stepped to the side of the path they were on, his eyes scanning for the plant they were after, “Look, over there off the trail, there’s a small patch of oleander.” Astarion followed the druid into the small patch of plants, being mindful not to step on the few precious ones they had managed to find.

Astarion’s stomach was suddenly in knots, Halsin’s statement setting him on edge. He was already afraid of losing Tavriel to Halsin. After all, Halsin did seem much more compatible than he did at fulfilling Tavriel’s needs and desires. When compared to the druid, Astarion felt inferior. Halsin had his share of trauma in his past he was sure, but whatever it was, it couldn’t come close to the baggage he was bringing in his relationship to Tavriel. Centuries of using sex and deception to lure unsuspecting victims to the Szarr palace only to surrender them as a quick meal for his master certainly must have weight heavily on Tav, would it not? His trauma was so similar to Tavriel’s that he was always afraid that his past and hesitations would be unwelcome reminders of her own life of misery.

But of course, Astarion knew that it didn’t end there. He and Tavriel were so fundamentally different that he was surprised she had shared his enthusiasm for wanting a real relationship all those months ago. After all, he was bitter and mean spirited, not often caring about the well being of others. Purely selfish actions for purely selfish reasons had always been his style and he genuinely didn’t see that changing anytime soon. Tavriel, on the other hand, had displayed selfish actions herself when they first met, later admitting she had engaged in a romance with Astarion for the same reasons he had. With that aside, Tavriel was generally a good hearted person who had unselfish actions for unselfish reasons. They were polar opposites and yet had somehow found themselves attracted to each other through a history of trauma bonding and a mind flayer tadpole wiggling about their brains.

But Halsin? Halsin was a good man. He had spent a century of putting his own needs and desires aside to address the issue of the Shadow Curse. He was kind, especially to Tavriel, always greeting her with a warm smile and friendly embrace. He truly cherished her friendship and the help she had so selflessly offered to him, a total stranger. Astarion knew Halsin had an attraction to her, he could see it all over his face whenever Tavriel came bounding over to him with that pretty smile on her lips he oh, so adored. Halsin had the capacity to understand Tavriel in ways that Astarion couldn’t even fathom. They both had an innate connection to nature and if anyone could help her regain the connection she had lost in captivity, it wouldn’t take a scholar to know that Halsin was clearly the better match.

“Grab as much as you can, we’ll need more for the remedy to be fully effective, but we should collect all of this if something goes wrong.” Halsin said as he crouched, using his torch to illuminate the area and chase away any lingering shadows. Astarion also crouched to the ground, quickly cutting and securing the richly purple plants into his travel pouch.

“You’re sure this isn’t enough? How complex is this concoction of yours?”

“No,” Halsin said as he pulled the last plant from the cursed land, “we’ll need more. She needs a potent dose if we intend to cure her fully.” This made Astarion’s heart drop once again. Halsin had been so calm leading up to this point, making Astarion believe that despite Tavriel’s behavior, curing her would be seemingly simple.

“…She’s worse than you’re letting on, isn’t she?” Astarion asked quietly as they continued their search for black oleander.

“I didn’t want to alarm the others, the last thing we need is for everyone to be in a blind panic, but yes, I am worried. I’ve seen many friends and allies fall victim to the spores, but I’ve never seen them set in so quickly. We will truly need the Oak Father’s blessing if this is to work.” Astarion gripped his torch tightly at Halsin’s confession, his pace quickening as his eyes desperately scanned the ground for more of the plants. They had to hurry and collect what they needed to return to Tav. He could only pray that his companions also found their plants and herbs with haste.

“There, by those rocks, I see much more.” Astarion pointed to a cluster of large rocks, their base littered with the plants he so desperately wanted to find. The two men wasted no time in gathering more of the herbs, pausing only briefly to scan their surroundings as shrieks from the shadows kicked up. Deeming there was no longer a threat, they continued ripping the plants from the ground.

“What did you want to discuss with me? About Tavriel?” Astarion asked after a few moments of silence, his mind unable to let the comment leave his mind.

“I was curious about your feelings towards her, and ultimately your relationship, because I wanted to know if I should ask for your consent.” Astarion froze, hands unmoving as he held a firm grip on the base of an oleander plant.

“My consent?” he asked through gritted teeth and fangs, “Consent for what, exactly?”

“For something more.” Halsin said calmly, “To go beyond the fabric of a simple alliance and friendship and into something more…intimate. If you would be all right with that, of course. I wish not to step on any toes.”

“Are you asking me if she could cast me aside? And replace my spot with you? Is that what you’re saying?” Astarion’s voice almost went up an octave as he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, his worst fears regarding Tavriel materializing in front of him.

“Of course not, that is not my intention. I mean to join the two of you, if you would be open to it, and carry on a union as nature intended. Without the restrictions of societal norms and expectations for a relationship to only be two people. Tavriel is extraordinary, a true delight and a kind soul, and she has unknowingly shaken me to my core. I would like to share, not take away. But if anything were to happen, I would need your approval. Whether you personally want to join us or not is up to you, depending on what you are comfortable with, and her as well. You have become her mate, so to speak, and I would not wish to intrude if it’s not something you are comfortable with.” Halsin had paused his plant collection, taking the time to look at Astarion carefully as he spoke, wanting to broach the subject without seeming too nonchalant about it.

“Not now, of course, I must finish the matter of the Shadow Curse before I can even begin to entertain such notions, but I wanted to put my offer on the table, figuratively speaking. So my intentions are not misunderstood by either of you. I had begun to run this by Tavriel right before we were attacked.” Astarion’s mind was spinning. This was something he had been fearing for a long time, but was also something he had hoped was only a deep rooted fear that would never come to fruition. And yet, here he was, kneeling in dirt beside the man that could easily take away his entire world.

Astarion didn’t care about a persons sexual preference or how they wanted to be in a relationship, it didn’t matter to him. Halsin wanting a multi-partner relationship wasn’t what was so upsetting to him. What was potentially world shattering, however, is that Halsin wanted to be in a multi-partner relationship with the one person Astarion wanted to be selfish about. He had finally found someone he could be free and open with. He was comfortable around Tavriel, relished in her kindness and warmth, and he wanted to keep that all to himself. He felt a burning rage deep inside at the thought of someone else knowing her intimately. The idea of someone else feeling her kind and gentle lips pressing against various parts of their body made him squirm. Or, which could arguably be his worst fear, if she experiences mind blowing, back arching, shaking, orgasmic pleasure from someone who wasn’t him. He didn’t fully appreciate their moments of passion when they first met, having only done it to secure protection, but he was beginning to once again open up to the idea and he didn’t want anyone else to dip into that fantasy. Astarion wanted to be unapologetically selfish with the first genuinely good thing to come into his life. However, if Tavriel felt otherwise and wanted more than what he alone could offer, he wouldn’t stop her. She had been through as much pure hell as he had and he would feel wrong if he kept her from being truly happy for the simple sake of him wanting to keep her to himself.

“And what did she say? What was her answer to your little question?” Astarion could feel his hands begin to shake, genuinely terrified of what Halsin might say next.

“She didn’t,” Halsin said plainly as he continued to pull plants, “we were attacked before she could respond. I couldn’t tell you her answer, it’s something that will have to be addressed after she is cured.”

“Well,” Astarion said after some silence, “I have absolutely no intentions of joining in on your little group party. However, if Tavriel wishes to join your side as well as mine, I won’t stop her. She deserves to be happy, the world hasn’t been kind to her if you didn’t know, and I will not be the one thing that stands in her way.”

“If you truly mean it, my heart is happy and appreciative. Again, this will not be something that happens soon, I have more important things that need to be taken care of than desires of the flesh, but the offer will always be open to you. I will talk to Tavriel again once she is better. That should be our first priority, curing her.” Halsin stood as he and Astarion picked the last of the plants that were needed for the remedy, “Let’s return to the inn, we have what we came for. May the Oak Father guide the others back as well with a fruitful harvest.”

The two men set off towards Last Light without another word spoken between them. Halsin was walking with a purpose, eager to return to the inn and get the remedy for the fear spores in the pot. Astarion, who was also rushing to return to Tavriel, was distraught. He was thankful they were able to find the required items without much hassle, but the potential of losing Tavriel in more ways than one was sitting heavily on his mind. He desperately wanted to know what Tavriel’s answer to Halsin’s offer would have been. He wanted to know what she was thinking and where her heart was going. He hurriedly walked to the inn with Halsin, his fingers digging into his palm as he walked.

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“We have everything.” Halsin said as he and the rest of the party filed in the front door of Last Light Inn and handed their collected ingredients to the arch druid, “Give me a few moments to brew these into a tea. I’ll bring it up to her when it’s done. Can someone check on her? I no longer hear her and it’s concerning.” Astarion wasted no time in departing from the group, practically flying up the stairs in the process. If his heart could beat, it would be pounding in his ears. When they had left the inn, Tavriel could be heard from the courtyard. But now? There was silence.

Astarion gently pressed his ear to the door of the bed chambers he shared with Tavriel, listening for any sounds from inside, but was met with an uncomfortable silence. He tried the handle, finding it had been locked from the inside, presumably to slow Tav down if she tried to dart out the door in her altered state. After a soft knock, Lae’zel opened the door, cautiously glancing back to Tavriel to be sure she didn’t charge the door before allowing Astarion in. He quickly slipped inside, making sure to secure the door behind him. The state of the room caught him off guard, making him freeze on the spot as he surveyed the damage.

Jagged fingernail marks along the wooden floor, books that had been thrown across the room, the center carpet was crumpled and shoved to the side, and even broken glass from a wine bottle that had been smashed against a wall. Astarion had cleaned the room before Tavriel and Halsin returned, wanting her to return to a safe space, but the work was undone seemingly by Tavriel herself. Small spots of Tavriel’s blood were scattered across the room, dripping from her destroyed fingertips and other scratches she had inflicted upon herself. Tavriel herself was seated in the center of the room, resting on her knees and shins, her hands pressed to the floor as her arms struggled to support her upper body. She was mostly silent, the only sounds being emitted where slow shallow breaths and the occasional whimper. Her eyes were half lidded, ready to close at any given moment and succumb to a deep sleep. Her mind and body were absolutely exhausted from her actions and Astarion feared that she wouldn’t have the strength to fight the spores much longer.

“How long has she been like this?” Astarion asked as Lae’zel returned to her previous spot on the floor across from Tavriel.

“Not very long. She’s been scrambling about and destroying anything she could find until a few moments ago. She’s weakening. Did you find the herbs?” Lae’zel asked hopefully.

“Yes, thankfully,” Astarion said as he crouched, trying to get a closer look at Tavriel’s face, “Halsin is preparing a remedy now.” He reached out carefully, almost afraid she may snap at his fingers. He gently placed his hand under her chin, lifting her heavy head until her fully clouded eyes met his gaze. Tavriel’s face was stained with tears and her skin was hot to the touch, even for his perpetually cool fingers.

She looked as if she was a step from death’s door and Astarion felt his chest ache. He felt so unbelievably helpless, unable to do anything to help his love from slipping away. He was reliant on someone else for her salvation, and the idea made him sick to his stomach. Over the years under Cazador’s control, Astarion only ever needed to rely on himself to stay as safe as a vampire spawn could be. Relying on someone was a weakness and it took the little bit of control he did have away from him. The feeling here was no different. Having to rely on Halsin to get a working antidote into Tavriel before everything was too late made him uneasy and on edge. With a slight delay, Tavriel pulled her head from Astarion’s light grasp, the movement making her lose her balance and falter in her stance. She landed on her forearms with a soft grunt, her legs sliding out from underneath her until she was almost face down on the floor. She weakly tried to back away, the voices in her head still screaming that she was in danger, but her body wouldn’t allow her to move. Instead, she rested on her arms and took more labored breaths.

“Where in the hells is the damn druid?” Astarion hissed as he sat back, his anger caused by his inability to actually help started to seep out.

“I will check on him. Stay with her, she seems to have calmed down enough.” Lae’zel stood without another word, quickly exiting the room to speak with Halsin, leaving Astarion and Tavriel to themselves. They sat in silence, Tavriel too weak to say anything and Astarion too afraid of driving her further into madness with his touch or voice. He dug his nails into his palm again as he clenched his fist closed, feeling more and more incompetent the more time that passed.

“Tell me what to do, love.” He whispered as Tavriel let out a small groan as she shifted again, “Tell me how to help you. I don’t know what to do. I need you to come back to me, but tell me how. You promised me you would come back, my love, you promised.” Tears began to well in his eyes, threatening to fall down his face as he watched her writhe in pain and mental agony. Tavriel’s body ached from slamming into doors and scratching her fingers raw. The scars that adorned her body were throbbing, feeling as if they were being made for the first time again. Her breathing quickened as fire seemed to be burning through the scars on her shoulder blades, the pain almost unbearable as her mind twisted and warped, forcing her to relive that horrible night. With a sudden burst of energy, she sat up, almost throwing herself backwards as her hands reached over her shoulders to claw at the marks on her back, her armor thankfully keeping her from digging into the flesh. She tried her best to scream at the memory, but her voice was raw and hoarse, causing only more discomfort.

“Godsdamn it, Cazador was right, you are useless. Pathetic. Weak. You can’t save her.” Astarion thought to himself as the tears forming came dangerously close to falling. His insecure thoughts came flooding back with full force, further twisting the pain settling in his dead heart. He didn’t know what to do or how to save her by himself. She deserved so much better care than what she was getting from him. She deserved someone that wasn’t weak and cowering, afraid to even touch her when she was begging for help. He truly believed he didn’t deserve someone as wonderful and extraordinary as Tavriel and she deserved someone so much better. She deserved someone would keep her safe and satisfied. Halsin was downstairs now, making a concoction that would ease her mind and suffering, something that can heal her. He immediately knew what needed to be done to save her, where to go, what plants were needed, and how to sew those plants into something useful. Halsin could protect her. Halsin could keep her safe. And yet, here was Astarion, sitting as still as a stone as his lover screamed in agony and fear. His vile thoughts continued to bombard his mind as he sat and watched Tavriel suffer.

Astarion was frozen with fear, truly not knowing what to do to help. He was afraid to touch her, fearing that his touch would alight her skin more and cause more suffering. The tears that lined his eyes finally betrayed him, sliding down his cheeks as Tavriel’s own sobs assaulted his ears. She was trembling, her entire body almost convulsing as she continued to rake her sore and bloodied fingers across the armor. She was frenzied in her movements, completely unrecognizable as the Tavriel that Astarion had grown to love. Against his own trepidations, he reached out with a shaking arm, hoping that making contact with her could pull her from the memory. However, the moment was short lived and his extended hand came back to clutch at his own head, which was now swimming with an uncomfortable twinge. The tadpole swimming around in his brain had made contact with the one infecting Tavriel, linking their minds. Astarion’s consciousness was thrust into the absolute chaos that was swimming in Tavriel’s fracturing mind, allowing him to see inside her memories and granting him access to the nightmare she was reliving.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #tav #astarion x female tav #astarion x tav #spawn astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #fanfic #halsin #named tav

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Youth (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Synopsis: Losing your parents was hard on you, but taking on the challenge of raising a kid at the age of 14 was going to be harder. You were just lucky to have him by your side.

A high-pitched scream fell from your lips as you watched Mizuki throw the other shuriken at Naruto. Your heart felt like it was in your throat, eyes wide as the weapon moved in slow motion toward the retreating blonde. Mizuki whipped his head to where you were standing, your leg poised to jump into the action. You pushed off from the branch, screaming for Naruto to run faster.

As you closed in on him and the approaching shuriken, you realized you had made it just in time to save him but your eyes widened as you also realized that you would most likely die from the impact. If you twisted your body in a different position you risked the weapon missing you and flying straight into Naruto. It would just have to strike your side, you hoped the blade wouldn't cut a vital organ but a feeling of dread told you otherwise.

Iruka jumped into action at the same time you did, his hand outstretched in the hopes of pushing you away, but you were faster than him. He cried out your name as the blade pierced your side, causing you to cry out in pain. Your body slammed into Iruka's, sending you both flying to the ground. Iruka made sure to land in a way that wouldn't hurt you further but he still winced at how hard you slammed into the ground. Your head shot up to where Naruto stood frozen, mouth opening to yell for him to keep running but the words fell on deaf ears as he watched you with dread in his eyes.

"Naruto, PLEASE RUN" Your scream was bloodcurdling as the blood flowed out of your side, staining your shirt and Iruka's shaking hands as he tried to stop the bleeding. Iruka wasn't doing so hot, what with having the other shuriken being thrown into his back earlier on in the fight, but you were really not doing well. Your skin grew dull due to the blood loss, gaze turning heavy as you blinked slowly at Naruto. Instead of running like you wanted him to, he stood his ground for the sight of you caused something not akin to fear to stir within him.

Naruto's eyes shot up to Mizuki, lip pulled into a snarl as he moved his feet into a fighting stance. You shook your head 'no', lip trembling as you rested your head on the ground in anguish. You were so tired, so very tired. "Y/n, don't fall asleep" Iruka sounded muffled and far away but you heard the frantic tone in his voice. You nodded softly at that but didn't fight the feeling of falling into darkness.

The sound of beeping was the first thing you heard when you started to stir, wincing at how high-pitched the sound was. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the chance to relax.

That is until you remembered what had happened.

Your eyes shot open and a loud gasp flew from your lips as you sat up in the bed. Iruka and Kakashi jumped from where they stood against the wall, eyes shooting from you to the blonde sleeping beside you. Iruka winced as he watched your face contort into pain, your free hand flying to your side as you tried to catch your breath from the shock of pain that shot through your system. "Ow, oh my... How am I-" You frantically looked at your side to make sure you weren't just dreaming, and that's when you saw him.

Naruto was curled up on the bed beside you, sleeping with his head shoved into your pillow and his hand tightly gripping yours. You sighed in relief, he was alive. With a shaky hand, you let go of your side and raked your fingers through his hair. Your lip trembled, eyes growing watery as all of the memories from the incident flashed through your mind.

"Hey, it's okay" Kakashi whispered as he sat down beside you causing you to jump in your spot. He wrapped his arm around your middle before softly resting his hand on your injured side, thumb caressing it as if trying to ease the pain. "Was he hurt?"

"No, no you saved him" Kakashi reassured quietly as he nuzzled into your shoulder. If you weren't so focused on Naruto, you would have taken in just how shaken up Kakashi was. He rarely if ever showed 'neediness', especially in front of others, so this must have been bad. Your eyes flicked to Iruka, heart stopping as you took in his steely gaze.

Ah... Ya...

"Hi Iruka" you called out quietly "I'm, uh... Sorry I didn't listen to you"

He nodded but didn't say anything. You shied back into Kakashi, now very self-aware of the emotions in the room. Fear, relief, guilt, and anger mixed violently together, making you grow slightly nauseous in the stuffy room. "Iruka, can you give us a minute?" Kakashi called out. It was supposed to be a question, but it sounded like a demand. Iruka, growing quite disgusted with his emotions nodded and headed for the door.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, eyes once more casting down to the still-sleeping child below. "I was so scared. I know I shouldn't have done it but I couldn't stand the idea of Naruto being hurt if there was a way for me to stop it."

Kakashi nodded against your skin as he pulled down his mask to press soft kisses on your shoulder. You visibly relaxed at the sweet gesture. Kakashi always knew how to calm your worries. He had three methods - talk you off the ledge, press kisses on your skin, or hold you close to him. Each method was used for different cases, and it finally hit you just how bad it was by the fact that he was implementing both two and three simultaneously.

You tried to wiggle to see how tightly he was holding onto you, but he grumbled out a complaint as he continued to pepper kisses on your skin. "It was bad, wasn't it?"

His eyes shot open, blood running cold as he weighed the pros and cons of telling you just how terrifying it was for those around you. You wiggled around more before huffing out a 'If you don't tell me I don't want you touching me'. It was an empty threat of course, but he opened up anyway.

"Naruto managed to defeat Mizuki with his shadow clone jutsu, but it was a couple minutes after you passed out. Iruka tried to stop the bleeding but he didn't move you until Naruto was done. Several other Shinobi arrived and helped Iruka carry you here." He trailed off hoping that it would be enough to satiate your need to know why everyone was being so clingy, but your silence told him that his explanation wasn't enough.

He let out a sigh, "You bled out so much that you died, Y/n."

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as you processed what he just said to you. "I... Died?"

Kakashi nodded against your shoulder before dragging you deeper into his embrace, he didn't know if it was for your benefit or his but he needed you close to him. "They brought you back, obviously, but Naruto saw the whole thing." You winced at that, now understanding why Naruto was gripping onto you like you'd float away. Even in his sleep he was worried about you. "My poor baby" you blubbered out, lip trembling as tears clouded your vision. You tried to sniffle quietly, but it was no use as your sniffles turned into shallow sobs. How could you have done this to him?

"Iruka saw it as well. He won't voice it but that's why he was upset earlier"

You nodded at that, understanding just how terrifying it was to watch someone you cared for die in front of you. Your eyes roamed over Naruto's peaceful face, you were glad he was sleeping so peacefully. But you were starting to get antsy "Okay I know he's a heavy sleeper but how is he not awake" You coughed out a laugh as you wiped away your tears and snot. Kakashi chuckled as well before pulling up his mask. "He couldn't go to sleep with how on edge he was, so they gave him some sleeping pills-"

Just then, as if on cue, Naruto began to stir under your hand. He blinked his eyes open but it took him a couple of seconds to adjust to the bright room "Hi honey"

His eyes widened at your voice, body shooting up as he tackled you into a hug. You both flew back into Kakashi, causing you to cry out softly as pain shot up your side. Naruto didn't pay any mind to it though and instead squeezed harder, fingers digging into your shoulders as he pulled himself deeper into you. "I'm so sorry Mom. I shouldn't have listened to that bad guy. You're in here because of me. I'm so so sorry Mom, do you still love me? God seeing you die was the most terrifying thing in the world and -" The longer he talked the more hysterical he sounded. Tears were streaming down his face and his words somehow morphed into sobs that only you could understand. He was shaking against you and you opened your mouth to reassure him that you were okay but he squeezed you even tighter, cutting you off.

"Hey hey be careful Naruto! She's still injured you know!" Kakashi spits out as he tried to loosen the grip the child had on you. Naruto shook his head at Kakashi, he knew you were still injured but he was so scared of losing you that he couldn't imagine loosening his grip on you. "Naruto honey" you wheezed out through the pain, hands moving up from his back to his hair hoping and praying that grounding him would lessen the grip he had on you.

"Naruto"

It got quiet as you rubbed against the nape of his neck, the spot you always used to rub to get him to sleep as a toddler. You were surprised it still worked now that he was much older. He relaxed in your hold and you finally let out a breath of alleviation. You turned your head to press a kiss to his cheek, "You didn't do anything wrong. My duty is to protect you-"

"But you died"

"I promised Lord Third that if the day ever came where your life was in danger, I had to lay down my life for you..." you trailed off as he pulled his face away from your shoulder, eyes wide in both shock and fear. "I accepted my fate when I took you in, Naruto..."

"Okay well don't accept it, take it back. You can't just lay down your life like it's nothing for me!!"

"Naruto-"

"The Third Hokage doesn't know anything, how dare he put your life on the line for me"

"Naruto."

"My life means nothing, but yours does-"

"Naruto" The tone of how you and Kakashi said his name made him quiet down.

"I'm sorry... I just can't imagine this world going on with you gone"

Your eyes widened in shock, tears once more bubbling at your lash line at the sadness in his voice. This really really scared him. "Well I'm not gone and I'm right here. And Naruto, I will continue protecting you whether you like it or not. Because I for one cannot imagine a world without you, and I refuse to exist in one where that is true."

Naruto nodded, accepting that your love for him would trump over everything else. A knock sounded out and you wiped your tears away as the nurse came in with a smile. Naruto and Kakashi got off the bed so she could have more room to check on you. Kakashi motioned for Naruto to follow him out into the hallway to give you some privacy. Both of them threw a glance your way as if making a mental note that you were indeed alive and well. That you wouldn't still be passed out when they returned. Kakashi wrapped his arm around Naruto's shoulders, "Your mom's strong kid. She'll be alright"

Naruto nodded at that. He believed it, he truly did. But something told him that this wouldn't be the last time something like this would happen. At that moment, he made a realization - if he grew stronger, you wouldn't have to protect him. With that thought, he smiled.

He'd become strong.

This world needed both of you in it, so he was going to make sure it would stay that way.

#kakashi imagine #kakashi imagines #kakashi hatake imagine #kakashi hatake imagines #iruka umino imagine #iruka umino imagines #iruka x reader #kakashi x reader #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader

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wandering-winchesters · 1 year

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hopeless

Pairing: Dean x depressed Reader

Word Count: 3,069

Summary: The reader can feel her depression creeping back in and eventually seeks comfort from Dean, who greets her with open arms.

Trigger Warnings: Depression, anxiety, suicidal ideations,

A/N: This is an incredibly difficult thing to post, I wrote it for myself and wanted to share incase it helped anyone else. I had tears in my eyes as I wrote it. You are not alone. If you are having these thoughts and feelings, please tell someone you love. As always, please let me know what you think ❤️

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There are days where I can honestly forget that I have depression and anxiety. There are days where I can almost imagine what it is like to be “normal”. Days where I can breathe easy, where I don’t focus on all of the things that could possibly go wrong, days where the joy is so prominent that it is all that I can focus on. Then there are those days where I can’t fall or stay asleep. I am staying awake until the early hours of the morning and staying asleep until well past noon. Days where going outside is just impossible. I don’t respond to the messages from the people I care about, I don’t communicate to the people I am with. I shut everything and everyone out.

Today, is one of those bad days. This week has been one of those bad weeks. A culmination of events, compounding, all consuming. That cause me to be pushed off that cliff into depression. On these days, my bed is the only safe place. Even though it is my own mind that is responsible for these feelings, I am the only person who fully understands me. What it feels like to be me and have the thoughts that I do. I am curled up in bed, the playlist on my phone shuffling some of my favorite songs. Even though nothing bad happened today, I am a mess. Depression and anxiety battling within me to come out on top, a constant scream of emotions tumbling through me all at once. I sat in bed, my back pressed against the head board, my knees pulled to my chest and my eyes fixed on the wall opposite my bed. Everything felt hopeless. What’s the point of fighting this battle, every single day? It never seems to get any easier, do I really want to live like this for the rest of my life? Another sixty plus years? I know the answer to that, no. It would be easier to surrender to the darkness and just slip away. Could I really do that? I don’t know. On the good days, no. I could never leave Dean and Sam, the people who saved me five long years ago. I couldn’t leave my family. On these bad days, it’s a thought. An ugly, exhausting and overwhelming thought.

My eyes wander around the darkened outline of my room, the only light coming from the alarm clock on my nightstand. The white letters illuminated, reminding me just how late into the night it is. 4:23 A.M. The question now is, do I continue to fight the battle of trying to fall asleep, or do I get up and start the day.

I decide on the latter, clamoring out of my bed and pulling hoodie and a pair of leggings. I stretch my body, exhaustion hanging heavy even though sleep would not come.

I head out of my room, quietly closing the door behind me. I tip toe through the hallway of the bunker, not needing light to guide me as I know it like the back of my hand.

When I reach the kitchen, I flip the light on, the familiar surroundings coming into focus before me. I put a new filter into the coffee maker and start the coffee for the morning. Even though I will mostly drink the entire pot myself before the boys ever get up. I glance in the refrigerator, before deciding that I wasn’t hungry. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten, yesterday? The day before? I don’t know, but hunger was still evading me. I fill my mug with coffee, perfecting it to my taste and head outside the bunker. I take a seat on the bench that Dean had brought back just for me, knowing that watching the sunsets and sunrises were one of my favorite pastimes. I take a deep breath and enjoy the silence around me, the birds are beginning to wake and their song is springing forth. The moon is low in the sky, the horizon turning from blues to oranges and pinks. Something that on most days, brings me immense joy. However, today, it is a dull pang of happiness. The darkness within me too loud to be distracted by the beauty around me.

“You’re up early.” I jump, spilling a couple drops of my coffee onto my thigh. I wince as the hot liquid quickly cools against my skin from the outside air. Dean comes to sit next to me on the bench muttering a quiet apology as he sits, his features still dripping of sleep. His hair disheveled and eyes tired. He stifles a yawn and gives me a gentle smile. “Yea, I woke up and just couldn’t fall back asleep.” I lie, taking a sip of my coffee and doing my best to return his smile. If he picks up on my lie, he doesn’t act like it. We sit like that in mostly silence, watching the sunrise. My mind begins to wander once again, drifting through the question I had posed to myself earlier, did I really want to live like this for the next 60 years? The sunsets are beautiful, but my mind is ugly. It’s a daily challenge to get out of bed, something that if you had asked me as a teenager, I thought it would have gotten easier by now.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” I hum in response, snapped back to my senses by his gentle elbow into my rips. His eyes fixed on me, concern beginning to creep over his face.

“Sorry, no. What did you say?” I ask, giving him what I hope to be a reassuring smile.

“Any grand plans for today?” He asks, but I can tell he isn’t convinced by the smile I gave him. Something that I need to get better at, I don’t need him worrying about me and asking more questions. He has enough on his plate.

The day drags by slowly, a mixture of getting lost in thought and trying to keep up with the Winchester brothers. They decided to go out for dinner and tried to get me to come along, but I declined. An excuse of not being hungry and that I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Dean, again, was not convinced. His brow creased as he saw himself out of my room. I could feel his unspoken questions hanging heavy between us, but he didn’t speak them aloud.

I went to bed as soon as they left, even though it was early. The physical and mental exhaustion battling within me for the tallest spot on the podium. I laid in bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, not focusing on anything in particular, just trying to make time pass. I quickly shut my phone off and close my eyes when I hear footsteps approaching. I hear a soft knock at my door and I ignore it, not wanting to speak to anyone really. Nonetheless, my door creaks open and Dean quietly calls my name. When he doesn’t get a response he quietly crosses the room and sits on the edge of my bed. His hands gently pull a blanket over me and he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead, before quietly leaving my room. The second he closes the door behind him, I pull my phone back out and continue to scroll aimlessly through lore that I am not even reading. I doze off eventually, into a nightmare filled sleep that only lasts for about thirty minutes. When I wake, my heart is beating against my ribs.

I glance at the clock on my nightstand for what feels like the millionth time tonight and it is only 2:47 in the morning, but I physically cannot lay here any longer. I repeat the same actions as yesterday morning, leggings, hoodie, quietly out into the hallway, towards the kitchen, turn on the light. I am grabbing the filter for the coffee pot when I freeze, I realize that I can feel someones eyes on me and I spin on my heel to find Dean. He had been sitting at the table in the dark, his arms crossed across his chest, face tired but serious. His eyes are soft, but piercing, focused completely on me.

“What are you doing up?” I ask, trying to disguise the coffee filter in my hand, scrambling to come up with a good explanation as to why I am up this early. He raises an eyebrow at me, his thumb tugging against his bottom lip before he tucks his hand back under his arm. “I could ask you the same thing. What is going on with you?” He asks, gesturing for me to take a seat at the table across from him. I don’t. I keep my back pressed against the kitchen counter, my arms defensively coming to rest across my middle.

“Nothing, just needed water Dean.” I respond, my voice a lot snippier than I intended. He notices, but doesn’t comment on my tone.

“You need a coffee filter for water? See, I really don’t believe that. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or do I need to tell you what I think is going on?” He asks once again, accepting that I am not going to sit with him. He kicks his feet up, resting his boots on the seat across from him. He’s settling in for the long haul. I don’t verbally respond to his question, so he continues.

“You aren’t eating. You are isolating yourself. You aren’t here anymore, you’re somewhere else entirely. I had a suspicion that you haven’t been sleeping and this little middle of the night escapade of coffee at three in the freakin’ morning, confirmed that. If you want to pretend you’re asleep when I come into your room, fine. But at least don’t resume watching the same video the second I close your door, I am not deaf.” My cheeks are flushed and I can feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but I don’t want to cry. So instead, I allow anger to erupt within me as a need to defend my actions arise.

“What makes you think I am not eating? I don’t have to talk to you when you come into my room uninvited!” I snap, my hands gesturing wildly as I speak. I expect him to snap back but he doesn’t. He is completely unfazed, his green eyes continue to burn a hole in my own. I shift uncomfortably, the amount of effort it takes to remain angry and not break down in front of him is exhausting.

“Y/N, sweetheart. I can see it, in every thing that you do. I can see the exhaustion engrained in you, I can see the internal battle that you are fighting. I can tell that you don’t want me to know, that you want to handle this yourself. But, Y/N,I care for you, about you. I want to help you. I see you.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I hug my arms tighter against my body, desperately trying to stop this wave of emotion bubbling up within me, but it’s useless. I bite my lip to stifle the sob that leaves my throat, managing to make it the smallest bit quieter. My eyes are trained on the floor tears beginning to overflow.

“Y/N, you don’t have to go through this alone.” Dean speaks again, his words gentle and soft. I allow myself to meet his gaze once again, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. He is on his feet before I can blink, he closes the distance between us in a few long strides. His hands find my body and tug me into his embrace. I don’t hesitate to bury my face in his chest, the fabric of his t-shirt absorbing my tears as they fall. I can’t help but let everything out, the sobs that wrack my body ugly and loud. My eyes are clenched shut, unsuccessfully trying to slow the flow of my tears. His voice is low as he hold me, his hands traveling over my body. His grip on me never wavering, he supports my weight when my knees grow weak. His touch is gentle but firm and reassuring. I didn’t realize just how much I needed him, until it was too late to stop the waves of emotion flooding the space between us. He holds me until my tears slow, my breathing gets a bit easier and my grip on his t-shirt loosens ever so slightly.

“Talk to me.” He whispers, gingerly pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. I take a shaky breath, gathering my words and debating just how much I want to tell him. I land on everything. I release my grip on him and he takes a step back, enough so he can see me, but still close enough that I can feel his presence. I cross my arms across my chest once again and start to speak. I look down at my feet, unwilling to watch his expression as I speak.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Dean. It’s too much. I have gotten three hours of sleep over the last three days. I can’t bear to eat. Every day is a constant battle to just survive, it would be so much easier to just give up. I want to give up. I want to let everything go and just slip away. I don’t want to leave you and Sam, but you don’t need me. No one needs me. It would be so much simpler if I just-“ I stop, unsure if I can actually verbalize my next sentence. I have thought the words many times before, but verbalizing them to the man that I loved more than he would ever know. Could I do that to him? I gather the courage to look at him and I am caught off guard by the sight before me. Dean is silently crying, his eyes fixed upon me. His fingers rush to brush away his tears, he is trying to remain strong for my sake and It sends a fresh wave of guilt through me. This is why I never wanted to express this to him, I wanted to keep it to myself, he shouldn’t have to talk me down from this level of self hatred and depression.

“I knew that something was tearing you to pieces, sweetheart. I could see it, I could hear it in your voice, but I-I never imagined this. I know it’s hard, but you have to believe me when I say that there is nothing but love for you within me. I would never be okay without you. I’d be a mess, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something or someone took you from me. Especially if you took yourself from me, Y/N. I can never lose you. You make my world a brighter place. I love you and I want to spend every day of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.” He’s pleading with me now, closing the distance between us once again. His hands pulling me into a bone crushing hug, his tears now falling onto my clothes. We stay like this for awhile, my sadness slowly fading to just complete exhaustion. My body sags against his, my eyes closing trying to relieve the burn from crying.

“Dean?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. “Can I ask a favor?”

“Anything, sweetheart.” He respond, not relinquishing his hold on me in the slightest.

“Take me to bed and stay with me tonight?” Dean wholeheartedly agrees, he takes me by my hand and pulls me gently behind him. I follow him, confused when we walk right past my room. He brings me to his, opening the door and closing it once I cross the threshold. He leads me to his bed and climbs in under the covers, he pulls the blankets back and I climb in next to him. His arms wrap around my body, pulling me into him firmly. My head comes to rest on his chest, one of his hands coming to rest on my back, the other on the nape of my neck, his touch calming and reassuring.

“Thank you.” I whisper and he doesn’t speak, only pulls me closer. “I love you, too Dean. I will fight everyday to be able to spend my life with you.” He exhales sharply and I can almost feel the sense of relief wash over him. I turn towards him, propping myself up on my elbow, enough to look at him.

I lean towards him, holding my breath, hoping this is what he wants too. I stop, our lips millimeters apart and wait for him to close the distance and he does, our lips crashing together in the most love filled exchange I’ve ever experienced.

“Promise me you won’t give up on life, Y/N. Please.” He ask, his eyes searching my own and it kills me to see the pain and uncertainty swimming through his. I nod, a small smile forming on my lips.

“I promise, Dean.” He nods, relief washing over him. He tugs me back against him, my head resting on his chest once again. For the first time in days, my thoughts are silent. The only darkness enveloping my senses is a welcome friend, sleep running towards me at full speed and I welcome it wholeheartedly. My eyes fall shut and sleep takes over my senses, encouraged by the gentle touch of my beloved Winchester.

While his love could not cure my depression, his love gave me a reason. It gave me hope, in the midst of hopelessness. He held a torch for me on my darkest nights. When I couldn’t stand to fight for my own life, he’d take up that cross. With his help, it got easier. On the nights I couldn’t sleep he’d talk to me until I did. He made me food on days where I couldn’t do it myself. He loved the parts of me that I wanted to hide. He made life worth living. I wanted to live those sixty years I had dreaded facing. No matter the battle, there is always hope.

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the most dimension 20-ass moments in critical role so far

most of exu because aimee and robbie have huge d20 player energy, but these moments in particular:

fearne's shitty accent when she was faking being a ship's cook "NANCY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" "mother." "did you touch the circlet?" "yeah! that's how you hold stuff!" "if you were any gemstone, what would you be?" "i'd be a diamond cause they're hard as i am- WAIT NO NO NO NO" orym eating his own weight in pies dariax making it sound like one of opal's bullies sharted her pants with thaumaturgy

the fearne, orym and dorian intro where dorian goes "fearne, is this ship going to stop?" and she replies "i dunno, i think we're gonna crash :D"

"I NEED MORE CHILDREN!"

everyone miming eating breakfast sandwiches when they can't find bertrand

orym nearly getting bh killed because he said cake sucks to eshteross' face

imogen asking pretty out on a 3 (4) person date to help her friends not get caught, the resulting date and rejection, and all the times it gets brought up again

"maude."

"i was trying to keep a low profile!" "YOU'RE DRESSED AS THE NIGHTMARE KING!"

"HE PROPOSED!"

"what's wrong, daniel?"

everyone piling into an elevator at the same time and liam miming getting his face smashed into the wall

the entire twilight museum bit, but mostly just orym getting blocked from helping the gang three times in a row

"want some candy? wa-wa-want some candy?"

fearne spending her turn keeping watch by breathing a smiley face into ashton's head and then going back to sleep because she forgot they were taking turns

xandis

end episode "oh! right. hondir." start episode back up "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FORGOT ME THIS IS SUCH STUPID BULLSHIT!"

the karen culling

the entire first half of ep 33. esp fcg driving the crawler and ashton screaming "YOU ARE TOO OLD TO DRIVE"

"WE DON'T LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND" followed by everyone but ashton falling off the airship

"uh. guys. bones. fast. bones. lots of bones coming this way."

after a solid month of agonizing over laudna being possibly permadead she's brought back with a slap

"oops. i did it again"

fake orgy leading into horse fearne

ashton's offscreen sidequest and him using a 6th(?) level spell slot just to say "okay"

fearne's horrifying nana revealing she's got a juice bar

the goat float

"ALRIGHT, GUYS! WE'RE EATING JERRY!"

"he's OUR problematic beast!"

orym's mom showing everyone his little baby boots

a drag queen calling ashton hot after he barges in and throws trash on the floor for them to make an outfit out of

everyone interrogating an evil sword that clearly only lies and getting more and more pissed off at it as it does

orym talking to his dead family whilst laudna and chet fly overhead shooting bees at each other

feeding shithead to fcg

fearne nearly dying after spooning a pirate, getting him together with a girl that's crushing on him, and them both being so happy that they throw bh a party

"THERE WAS. NO. LIMBO." and orym quietly takes away the limbo vine

the literal shitstorm given to the party by Mi

hotboxing a tree

"TAKE YOUR NINTH LEVEL SPELL AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS" was ic and i stand by it

wok sledding

imogen intimidating a reilora and then BOOKING IT behind a rock to gasp for air

#🍃#critical role #critrole #dimension 20 #d20 #add your own if you want to!

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Until I Met You - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Healing Words

Pairings: Halsin x Tav

Word count: 4,295

Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.

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Summary: Tav continues to heal from her injuries as the group sets out to do more exploring. Halsin of course stays behind to look over her recovery. Part 4 of the slow burn fic. Tav and Halsin POVs.

Tags: Slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions, eventual smut, light angst, implied past rape/non-con, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: Here comes lots of Tav and Halsin dialogue, getting to know each other over some healing.

Tav’ahria’s surroundings swirled around her like fog on a cool spring morning. The familiar, ornate walls of her home came into focus. A huge, woven rug spread across the large floor in front of her dampening the sound of her footsteps.

“Come here, little flower.” Her father’s icy voice called out to her from a nearby room.

She walked into the plush sitting room to see her father lounging in his favorite chair, glass of wine in hand.

Really? It’s not even midday yet.

“You called me, Father?” She called out to him as she perched on the edge of a chair across from him.

“Yes, my child. Come closer.” He gestured to the chair directly to his right. Odd, he never wants us near him. As she sat down, he placed his wine glass on the table in front of them.

“I want to tell you that I am pleased with your work. House Mendelre is stronger than ever, thanks to your incredible efforts, Tav’ahria.” He smiled at her; the expression was unsettling.

‘Incredible efforts,’ it took everything in her not to laugh in his face. As if she had a choice to partake in the first place. She had a hard time determining just when her father started to become so power hungry. When her and Tev were children, he was quite happy. It was only in the last few years that they noticed the harshest change in his demeanor.

“Thank you, Father.” She said quietly, giving a small nod.

“I have a gift for you, my little flower.” He produced a small jewelry box from a pocket in his coat, holding it out to her. The ornate box was covered in gold engravings, tiny twisting vines with rounded leaves adorning them.

She carefully took the box from his hands, unsure of whether this was a trick.

“Open it, I had it made especially for you.” He was still smiling at her.

When she opened the box, the gasp escaped her lips before she could control it. Resting in a small bed of silky, red fabric was a stunning brooch in the shape of an orchid. Not just any orchid, the thorned, bleeding orchid that was the symbol of their house. Intricate gold strands made up the stem of the flower, tiny studs lined them to create the thorns. The petals were carved amethyst, the inside of the gems sparkled as if they captured one of the stars from the night sky inside. Three small rubies were delicately suspended from the petals, cut to look like drops of blood. She carefully removed the small treasure and held it in her palm.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

“It’s incredible…I…I love it.” And she did, it was a lovely piece of jewelry, easily the finest of anything she owned. “Thank you.” She looked back up at him, surprised.

“I thought you could wear it to our gala in a few days. It is sure to be a lovely topic of conversation.” He sat back in his chair.

“Of course, I know just the dress to compliment it perfectly.” She forced a smile onto her face, the smile she had been practicing every day for the last decade or so.

“That is most excellent to hear. This will potentially be the most vital one yet. One particularly important family will be attending. Tell me, what do you know of the Sylvyre family?”

For some reason, the mention of that name caused a white-hot burning sensation to pulse down her right thigh, she wanted to scream but couldn’t seem to make a sound. She closed her eyes, trying to will the pain away.

When she opened them, she was back in the grand hall of their estate, the stunning black gown she wore was trailing lightly behind her. With every step, the small jewels embedded in the sheer fabric danced in the light. The beautiful brooch given to her by her father was fastened securely on the left side of her chest. She opted to leave her hair down this evening, only pinning back a small section in the front to keep it out of her eyes. Every other step exposed her left leg through the high slit in the skirt of her dress. Looking around the room, everything was decorated lavishly, more so than usual. Tables covered with food and drink were spread all throughout the estate.

Gods forbid someone has to walk more than 10 paces to get something to eat.

While she was absentmindedly rearranging a small vase of flowers, her father walked up beside her and grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her close so only she could hear him talking.

“Remember, little flower, our priority is Noravi Sylvyre. Split your attention with others if you must, but he comes first. That means no distractions with Tev’aron. Your brother has his own responsibilities to manage. Do you understand?” His voice was low and threatening.

“Yes, father. I understand.” She held his gaze, trying to appear confident. He nodded as he released her arm and strode off towards his study.

Shaken by their encounter, she made her way to a small chair in front of one of the large windows near the entrance. From here, she could see most of the vast garden that comprised the front of their home.

“Father seems especially nervous tonight.” Tev’s voice made her jump.

“Apparently one particular family this evening is of great interest to him.” She replied once her heart rate had returned to normal. Tev lowered his voice as he spoke again, kneeling down next to her chair.

“Then he’s probably more distracted than normal too. This is our chance, Ria. We can leave them behind. You and I can go out into the world together.” He whispered, desperation apparent in his voice.

“Tev I…I can’t. Not tonight. I fear what father will do if we fail, especially if I ruin this gathering.” Her voice was shaking along with her hands. “He’s already said I can’t be distracted by you tonight.”

“Ria, you’re not a little girl. For fucks’ sake you’re just over a century old! I’ve begged and pleaded with you to consider this and now I need an answer. I can’t stay here anymore, Ria, I just can’t.” His voice had started rising, but he quickly brought it back down. “Not even for you, my sister.”

“He won’t let me go, Tev’aron. I’ve been too useful to him. If I leave with you, he will hunt me down and drag me back here.” Her words caused Tev’s face to fall.

“Right. Well, seeing as I’m not so useful, I will be leaving this life behind me. Tonight. I hope you’ll join me Tav’ahria, otherwise I’m afraid this is goodbye.” When he stood up, he leaned over to kiss the top of her head softly. He stormed off out of the room, his hands balled up into fists at his side.

“Tev? Tev…come back…” Her voice was quiet, trying not to draw attention to herself. She stood up to follow him, but another wave of searing pain ripped down her left leg. Looking down at her leg, it was a shredded, bloody sight. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut at the involuntary tears coming to her eyes.

This time when she opened them, she was lying in the Selûnite temple. She bolted upright, startled by the sudden change in surroundings. Halsin was kneeling next to her, one hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, Tav. You’re alright.” His low, soothing voice helped calm her down as she wiped at her very sweaty forehead.

“What…what’s wrong?” She was completely disoriented, her head was spinning, and she felt as if she was going to collapse back on to the ground again. Halsin caught her and helped prop her up against the wall behind her.

“Yesterday, you were injured very badly. Do you remember?”

She took a couple of deep breaths and concentrated. Hazy memories of their fights started to clear up in her mind.

“Yes…yes there were minotaurs. Or was it the bulette?” The fog in her brain continued to dissipate. “You were right about this place being dangerous.” She let her head rest against the wall behind her.

Halsin chuckled softly. After he made sure she was able to sit up on her own, he moved back down to sit by her legs. Seeing the state of her leg was a shock. Her shin had long, ragged tears down the length. She could still see the bone in a couple of spots even as Halsin was still working to heal her. If this is what it looked like now, she couldn’t imagine how bad it was when she was brought back yesterday.

“How long was I out?” She asked, sucking in a sharp breath as her skin slowly worked its way closed.

“It’s hard to tell down here, but you were at least out all last night and I would guess it’s about midday right now.” One of his hands rested on her knee while the other slowly hovered back and forth over the rest of her leg. She would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the feel of him touching her skin. It was like…wait a minute. Where are my clothes?

She suddenly realized she was not wearing pants under the blanket that was covering her lap, and the shirt she had on was not her own.

“Uh, Halsin?” She asked, starting to blush.

“Hm?” He was concentrating hard on the massive wound.

“Where are my clothes?” Instinctively, she tried to pull her legs up close to her causing her to bump her injured leg on Halsin’s hand. She let out a small yelp from the pain.

“Easy, it’s okay.” Smiling reassuringly, he helped guide her leg back down in front of her. “I’m sorry. We had to cut some of your armor off so we could get to your injuries. Wyll had a spare shirt that we put you in so we could still get to the puncture on your stomach easily. That one should at least be healed now.”

She placed her hand over the spot where she now remembered being gored by one of the minotaur horns. A phantom pain pierced her while remembering. After recalling the injuries received, she concentrated on trying to ignore the fact that she was half naked being rehabilitated by a man who she was increasingly attracted to. The blush on her face was spreading across her neck and chest as well. She tried to pull the flowy shirt up over her face a bit, but that just exposed her stomach more.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, my friend.” He assured her, his smile distracting as ever, pausing briefly to turn and face her.

“I am a healer, first and foremost. There is very little I have not seen. I’ve delivered the babies of close friends, Tav. Know that your comfort and recovery are far more important to me than any amount of perceived immodesty.”

She peeked further out from the collar of the shirt to look at him, noticing that one hand was still resting gently on her knee.

“Well, if I ever have a baby at least I know who to send for.” She grumbled. The sound of her voice was muffled by the fabric.

Halsin looked at her for a moment, and then let out a loud laugh, it was deep and happy, and it made her entire body feel warm. He turned back to continue his spell. Suddenly he stopped again, a puzzled look on his face.

“Huh.” He sighed.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, finally removing her face from the shirt.

“Yes, I just…” He trailed off. “I don’t remember the last time I actually laughed. Not a real laugh like that at least.”

Her heart broke for him a little. She thought back to the other evening with Karlach, how they laughed all night. Even before that, most of their traveling group had all joked around the campfire and teased each other on their long walks throughout the day – and they all barely knew one another. Halsin seemed well-liked at the grove, she wouldn’t have guessed that he didn’t have someone to laugh with there.

“Really?”

“My time as Archdruid left little time for jokes or kind-spirited teasing. There were no breaks, I was never off-duty. Nettie and Rath were the ones I was closest to, I mentored them just as I did Kagha. Yet I would argue I had more of a paternal relationship with them than a true friendship.”

“That…sounds lonely.” Tav said.

“It could be at times. I love the druids in the grove, they’re the only family I’ve known for some time. But I was still their leader, not necessarily their friend.” His voice was quiet and sad, breaking her heart further. “Although, there was a particularly entertaining raven that frequented the grove. I did share some laughs with her.” The thought seemed to cheer him up a bit.

“Well…you have a nice laugh. I hope I get to hear more of it.” She placed one of her hands on his shoulder. He leaned into her touch slightly and sighed, his eyes closed. When she went to take her hand back, his hand shot up to hold it in place. She had to bite down on her lips to keep from smiling like a fool.

They sat like that for a few minutes in silence. Eventually Halsin let go of her hand and resumed tending to her leg. She leaned back against the wall and watched him quietly work, the pain slowly fading away with each pass of his hands.

***

Halsin was able to finish Tav’s leg with a couple more passes of healing spells. He watched as she bent her leg and straightened it again, wiggling her toes as well.

“Good as new.” She smiled at him again. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He stood up with a grunt and walked over to sit next to her against the wall.

Lunari suddenly came bounding in, flopping onto Tav’s lap.

“Oh, there’s my girl!” She buried her face in the thick fur.

“She has seldom left your side since you were dragged back.” He reached over to scratch the wolf’s ears.

Lunari reached next to Tav and grabbed something.

“What’s that? Let me see.” She wrestled something out of her mouth.

“Hey, what’s Clive doing here?”

“Who?” Halsin was suddenly flustered, thinking he had missed a member of their traveling party. Tav held up the small stuffed bear that Karlach had left here the night before.

“Clive. According to Karlach, he wards off evil.” She said, pointing at the bear.

“She left him with you last night.” He couldn’t help but smile as Tav hugged the bear to her chest.

“So…where is everyone else?”

“They all decided to head back up to the surface and scout out some other areas. We were hoping that maybe we could find another nearby Underdark pass since this area seems so dangerous already.”

“Everyone?” She asked, skeptical.

“Yes, Karlach insisted that they all go together.” He was fighting a smirk as he said the words.

“Karlach…” Tav muttered under her breath, her face reddening again. The blush was almost enough to hide the smattering of freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks.

“Could I ask you a question, Tav?”

“Sure.” She set Clive back on the ground next to her.

“I noticed two small scars on your neck. Where did you get them?”

Her eyes suddenly went wide, and he heard her breath catch.

“Right…well…” She paused for a moment before sighing heavily. “No use sugar-coating it I suppose. They’re bite marks. From a vampire.”

“A vampire?” Halsin felt a small spike of panic. Then, the realization came to him. He was shocked with himself that he hadn’t pieced it together before this.

“…Astarion?” He asked.

“Yes, he is a vampire.” Tav grimaced a bit, waiting for his reaction.

“And he bit you?” Halsin had been trying to gather information about everyone in their party, but a vampire wasn’t something he had expected.

“Well…yes. I mean he asked. Kind of. He tried to sneak up on me at first, but I caught him. But after that he did ask nicely.” She stumbled over her words trying to explain.

“But…but he can walk in the sun.” He was racking his brain for any knowledge of vampires who could walk about freely.

“It’s the tadpole. At least Astarion seems to think so. Until a little over a week ago, he couldn’t be in sunlight at all.”

“Interesting…”

“Don’t worry, he won’t cause any problems. Gods know he gets his fill of blood now with all the fighting we do.” She assured him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, to be honest it’s just not something that’s at the front of my mind at the moment.”

“It’s quite alright. I think it is rather admirable that you accepted him regardless.” He couldn’t help but be impressed. Most people he knew would stake a vampire through the chest before they had a chance to explain themselves.

“Well, we all have our problems. Who am I to dole out judgment and punishment? Especially in our predicament. It’s like you said to me, I’d rather judge people by their actions than by things outside of their control. I know what it’s like to have to pretend to be something you’re not...” Her voice had become quieter. “I don’t wish that feeling on anyone. If that means adding a vampire to our team, so be it.”

Halsin nodded along silently. The wisdom in her words surprised him for some reason. Karlach was right though, he felt remarkably comfortable talking with her.

A shiver ran across his body, he had forgotten how cold it could be in the Underdark without the sun to help warm his skin. Perhaps he would have to find a bedroll to use during their time down here. Tav nudged him in the side, holding out part of the blanket. She unfolded it all the way so it could easily fit over both of their laps, earning a whining protest from Lunari at the movement.

“Is there anything else I should know? Outside of the tadpole problem that is.” He was genuinely curious about the strange troupe he had joined.

“Well…” Her voice had gone up an octave or two. “How much have you talked with Gale?”

Halsin settled against the wall behind him as Tav launched into a summary of the eccentric lives their companions led. She started with Gale, telling him how he was once Mystra’s chosen until he absorbed a dark sliver of the Weave. Now, he had to consume magical items to prevent it from exploding, potentially taking countless other lives alongside him. A truly bizarre affliction that was well beyond his healing abilities. Next, she explained Karlach’s unfortunate story, how her heart was replaced with an infernal engine after she was sold into Zariel’s servitude. A story that broke his own, especially seeing how incredibly happy and kind she was. They were on a quest of sorts to find materials to fix it.

Wyll’s tale lined up with Karlach’s, she told him how he was tasked with killing her after being deceived into thinking she was a devil. Upon meeting her, he realized he had been lied to and refused to finish the job. A truly commendable choice that unfortunately had a heavy price. Halsin was not incredibly familiar with warlock pacts, but he was surprised to find someone with a heart like Wyll’s tangled in one. Lae’zel seemed to still be a bit of a mystery to her. The intense githyanki was hellbent on finding a Creche to rid them of their tadpoles, but from what he gathered the others weren’t fully convinced. He knew little of Vlaakith, but from what he remembered she was an unforgiving ruler, not likely to hand out help and forgiveness lightly.

Finally, they landed on Shadowheart, who was apparently a devoted follower of Shar. The bitterness in Tav’s tone was impossible to miss as it reflected his own. Shar’s wrath is what brought the shadow curse into existence, after all. Shadowheart was apparently the one who had found the alien artefact they carried, the one that protected them from the voice of the Absolute and from subsequently evolving into mind flayers. Out of all the companions, this alliance puzzled him the most. They weren’t aware of her worship when they first joined up, and Tav wasn’t willing to dismiss her once they found out. She said regardless of their religious differences, they needed each other.

“That my friend…is quite a collection of tales. How is that the tadpole manages to not even be the most pressing matter here?” He couldn’t help but laugh a little at the words.

“Yes, we’re quite the group of unlikely heroes.” She laughed as well; the sound was as light as windchimes on a breezy summer day. The pull in his chest returned, and he pushed it down.

They sat together in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of Lunari’s breathing, eventually joined by Scratch as well. The friendly dog came over to lay on Halsin, tail wagging slightly as he rested in his lap.

“Oh! I almost forgot again. I have something for you.” Tav finally broke the silence. She gestured to her pack on the other side of him. He handed it over and watched as she dug through the large bag and produced a pipe. His pipe.

“That’s…that’s my pipe! I was looking all over for this before I left.” He took it gently in his hands, fingers running over the familiar grooves in the wood.

“Sorry about that. I had taken it from the grove hoping Lunari could use it to help track you.” She smiled sheepishly.

“No harm done. Thank you for returning it, it’s very special to me.” He clutched the pipe to his chest.

“How so?”

“An old friend made this for me, one who I lost a long time ago, before my time at Moonrise.” The memory brought tears to his eyes as he took in the familiar tobacco scent.

“Okay, it’s my turn to ask a question.” She said, setting her pack to the side.

“By all means.”

“It seems to me like you feel responsible for the shadow curse. Why is that?” Her eyes were studying him closely, looking for any trace of understanding.

“Well, there are precious few people left to share that responsibility. I was there when it was unleashed all those years ago. I helped fight off Ketheric Thorm and his Dark Justiciars. He may have been defeated, but not before he could unleash that terrible darkness across the land.” He was careful not to go too deep into his memories, lest he drown in their sorrow.

“If I can be honest with you Halsin, I am absolutely terrified of going back.” Tav’s voice was small, her hands still tangled in wolf fur.

“As long as we’re being completely honest…” He sighed deeply. “So am I.” She looked over at him, her eyes shining with tears.

“But…we have a responsibility to those we lost – don’t you think?” His own eyes were starting to sting as well. He placed his hand over hers, causing his heart rate to quicken.

“You didn’t just come to help us find the source of the tadpoles, did you?” She saw straight through him. He longed to tell her of his time seeking favor from Silvanus, to tell her of his plan that had taken over one hundred years to come to fruition.

“I…” Their conversation was cut short by the return of their other companions.

“Hey! Did I hear Tav?” Karlach came sprinting through the doorway, letting out a yell when she saw her awake. “Oh, I’d hug you if it wouldn’t scorch your skin off.”

The others came running in after her to check as well. Tav assured everyone that she was fine, sticking her previously injured leg out from under the blanket to show them.

“Well, when you’re ready we have some updates to our tragic adventure. But on the bright side, I found lots of wine in the Zhentarim hideout.” Shadowheart had popped her head in to share.

“Z…Zhentarim?!” Tav yelled after her. “The fuck are the Zhent doing out here? Ugh someone help me up, my legs are going numb.”

Halsin stood up and offered his hand, pulling her to her feet. Karlach and Astarion immediately started giggling and ran from the room.

“Right…I’m still not wearing pants.” Tav’s blush returned.

His own face began to redden as well, realizing how it must have looked to see them sharing a blanket – Tav only in her underwear and an oversized shirt. He quickly grabbed the blanket from the floor and handed it to her to wrap around her waist.

“I’ll uh…I’ll take my leave so you can get dressed.” He ran his hand over his hair as he walked through the doorway.

“Halsin…” She called after him. He turned around and snickered a bit at the sight of her clutching the blanket around her torso.

“I’m really glad you joined us.” Her cheeks were still a little flushed, her uncombed hair was a mess with silver strands flying everywhere, her pink eyes had light bags underneath them, a big smile stretched across her face. He couldn’t recall the last time he saw something so beautiful.

To think you want her to add more clothes…

“As am I.” He gave a small nod before running after the rest of their companions.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fanfiction #halsin x tav #halsin fanfic #halsin silverbough #bg3 brainrot #bg3 fluff #the tadfools

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Safe

Warnings- its all angst, none of its happy 🤭

Your guys child is like 3/4 idc however old you wanna imagine

You put your baby down to sleep, and sighed in relief. You could finally relax.

Tangerines been gone a few days, he’s been doing jobs off and on, and apparently this one was so urgent he had to come home say hi and then leave again.

He called you though, all that was all that mattered.

“Hey, love. I uh… should be home in a few days. The job should be done today but some things have come up.”

“Are you okay? You sound a bit…”

“I’m- I’m fine.” He said. He would admit he was just crying in the bathroom, not knowing if he’d get the chance to go back home. “Just uh.. tired, is all. I can’t wait to see you both.” He said.

“I can’t wait to see you. Be safe, okay?” You said.

“I always am. Well, uh, I’ll call you back later, I love you guys.”

“Love you too.” You said.

He hung up and sighed, holding his head down in defeat. He sat down on the dirty floor, head hung down.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

He saw the girl again.

“Oi! You, I know you.” He said, pointing to her. “You’re the girl, aren’t ya?”

He walked closer to her, she looked panicked. “Oh my god.” She said quietly.

“Yeah, I never forget a face, me.”

“I’ts so good to see you. Please help me. Uhm.. there’s this man and he was holding me hostage. He was wearing glasses and… and he killed my uncle, and he also killed this other man which I don’t know.. he just kept talking about- uh- uh- uh.. Thomas the trains and..”

“Tank engine.”

“Yeah, right, exactly. But he killed both of them and then he said he was going to get away with some sort of money, I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who the fuck you are.”

“I’m just a girl who was supposed to get off at Nagoya and then-“

“That was fucking ages ago!”

“I know! But this man he just said that I could be a good backup plan and that a pretty girl makes a good hostage.” She said, voice trembling.

“Well, he ain’t wrong there, but, look keep your fucking knickers on, alright?”

“Please just help me.”

“Alright, alright, calm down. Get off or do whatever the fuck you’d like, your free to go.” He passed her.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t know what you’re still fucking doing here anyway.”

He looked back and he tore off a sticker on her back.

“Huh.”

“Are you okay?” She asked, innocently.

“Diesel. The absolute fucking worst. Little shit-stirrer.” He sighed heavily. “See, Lemon, God rest his soul, he could read people, see them for who they really are. He was right, there’s been a diesel, running around this train, causing all sorts of fucking havoc, and it was you the whole fucking time! You dirty little diesel!” He pulled his gun out and pointed it at her.

“You made lemon bleed, and lemon never bleeds.”

Ladybug came up behind him and the girl put her act back on, she screamed.

“Oh my god! Sir, please help me!!”

Ladybug took his gun and shot him right in the neck.

The girl scrambled back and ladybug looked at tangerine.

“Ohhh…”

Tangerine held his neck, and tried to stop it.

He slid his phone to ladybug.

He tried to speak, and tell him that she was the diesel. But he didn’t understand until he fell to the ground, lifeless.

“You’re a diesel. What the fuck..”

He took tangerines phone, and saw a treat from someone.

The name had “My love” with a wedding ring emoji. He used tangerines messed up face, and opened his phone.

“Hey, call me back when you’re done please. Shes asking for you.” The text read.

He scrolled through some other texts and pictures.

“Oh fuck, did I really just kill a married man with a kid?” Ladybug sighed. “My therapist is gonna need a therapist after next session.”

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

There was a knock on the door, it woke you up. You sighed, getting up and expecting a package or maybe even tangerine.

Instead, you were met with Lemon. He looked sad.

“Hey, lemon. What’s up? Where’s your brother?”You muttered groggily, rubbing your eyes.

You considered them brothers, because brothers didn’t need to be blood.

“About that.. I’m sorry. He’s dead.”

“What..” you said, quickly waking up and denying it.

“I was unconscious while it happened, but the person who did it said it was an honest accident. He says that he’s sorry, and that he’d do anything to take it back.”

“No, no, Lemon. That’s not.. tell me this isn’t true. Tell me you’re joking.” You said, your lips quivering.

He looked up, to avoid crying as well.

“I’m so sorry, I miss him too.” He muttered, as you cried, he patted your back and where red the house, he guided you back to the couch. You sat down and held your face in your hands.

Lemon started crying to.

“Wheres.. uh-“

“Uncle lemon?”

He turned back quickly.

“What’s wrong with mommy?” (D/n) asked.

“Go back to sleep, we can talk in the morning. It’s late.” You said, you would need time to process so that you could explain it to her. Lemon got up and carried her to her bed, tucking her in and closing the door.

He sat back down on the couch next to you. He hugged your side, and sat with you as you cried. He was tearing up a bit too.

“How- How am I supposed to explain to her that her dads not coming back..?” You muttered quietly, while still crying.

“I’ll explain it to her. I’ll stay here for as long as I need to.”

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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jae-bummer · 11 months

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A Little Jealousy

Request: I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTSSSSSS T_T But I don't wanna be greedy or anything so . . . Please pick one of the following for MX! 4, 7, 9, 11, 15, 16, 19, 20. I literally could not pick one! I am okay with ANY of these, but I'm really curious to see them. I asked for Kihyun last time, so any other member this time please! <3 Maybe Minhyuk, because my heart misses him so T-T

Prompt:

7) "I'm not jealous!"

16) You and your bias kiss to prove you don't have feelings for each other.

Pairing: Monsta X Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

A low whistle greeted you as you walked into the living area.

"You look hot," Changkyun growled from his spot by the window. He was laying on the floor, shirtless, sunning himself like a lizard.

"You look hot," you laughed in return. "Like temperature wise. Why are you laying in the sun?"

"Hot water's out," he muttered. "I became a Changkyun-sicle trying to wash up."

You shook your head before plopping on the couch. "Where's Min?"

"Likely incurring the wrath of winter," he grumbled. As you continued to stare at him, he motioned toward the hallway. "It was his turn to shower."

That explained the high-pitched scream you heard while you were getting dressed.

As if being summoned by his name alone, you heard a door down the hall creak open, and footsteps pad out. Stumbling into the room with you, Minhyuk scrubbed a towel over his still damp hair. You tried to keep your eyes focused on his face, but it was difficult when all he was wearing was a pair of pajama pants slung low across his hips.

"Y/N," he hiccupped in surprise, immediately dropping his towel to cover his torso. The tips of his ears were turning redder by the minute. "I thought you had left."

"Nope," you croaked, trying to clear the sight of Minhyuk's body from your mind. "My Lyft driver is stuck in traffic."

"Right," he nodded, sidestepping toward the other side of the room. Reaching into the coat closet, he pulled out a hoodie and yanked it over his head. "I was too busy being naked to mention it, but you look gorgeous."

"Thank you," you said, unable to maintain eye contact. Minhyuk was always the first to dish out a compliment (or his opinion in general). His words had an easy way of causing you to blush, whether he was poking fun or genuinely gassing you up.

"Where are you going looking like that?" he asked, dropping onto the couch beside you.

"I have a date," you said quietly, still refusing to look up. It had been a long time since you had actually been out with someone, let alone someone you were hopeful about. "Changkyun introduced me to-"

"Who?" Minhyuk cut in before you could finish.

"Hyungwon," Changkyun hummed dismissively. "Boy has no game."

"Hyungwon!" Minhyuk gasped.

You turned to look at him, furrowing your brow. Changkyun and Minhyuk circulated the same circles and had mostly the same friends. You had assumed that if Changkyun offered to set you up with someone, Minhyuk would approve as well. Not that you needed his approval...it just...would have been nice.

Your relationship with Minhyuk was something you could brag about. He was such a passionately good friend that even his quirks didn't ruffle your dynamic. He was loud, energetic, and a shock to the system for many, but those were the people that didn't get to see him in his quiet moments. He was so soft and sweet. It was hard to grapple with the intrinsic need to cuddle him and simply take care of him.

"That was the name I said, yes," Changkyun sighed, glancing up at his friend as well. "What's the problem?"

"W-well," Minhyuk struggled. His brain was working overtime. "He's not dateable! Like at all!"

"Name one reason."

"Okay," he hummed, thinking. Launching up from the couch, he exclaimed, "He smells bad!"

"Oh, come on," Changkyun laughed. "He does not smell bad."

"He does!" Minhyuk insisted, beginning his pacing.

You were shocked that he was acting this way. Normally, both Changkyun and Minhyuk were supportive of almost all of your endeavors. Amazingly, that seemed to not include dating.

"Min," you laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes followed him as he walked back and forth. "Why are you acting like this?"

Changkyun sat up instantly, grinning mischievously. "I can tell you why."

Minhyuk paused his steps and shot a glare in the younger man's direction. "I just want what's best for you, Y/N!"

"Oooor," Changkyun purred. "He's jealous."

Changkyun's words landed like a slap. You were stunned by the possibility he presented. There was no way that Minhyuk could be jealous of you seeing someone else. That just wasn't like him.

Or you assumed it wasn't. Thinking back, you hadn't been in a serious relationship since your friendship had started. He was very protective of your time together and... well, protective of your attention in general.

"I'm not jealous!" Minhyuk groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What reason would I have to be jealous?"

"Maybe, and try to follow me here," Changkyun smiled. "You like Y/N."

Your mouth popped open in surprise as Minhyuk looked around the room, panicked.

"I love Y/N," Minhyuk nodded, avoiding eye contact. "We all do."

"Noooo," Changkyun chimed. "We do love Y/N, but you loooove Y/N."

"For fuck's sake," Minhyuk muttered, covering his eyes. "Stop trying to stir the pot! There is nothing to be stirred!"

"Oh contraire," Changkyun chuckled, living for this moment. "I think your reaction is proving that there is plenty to be stirred."

You looked from Minhyuk to Changkyun and back again. Mouth suddenly dry, you tried to find words to add to the conversation. "Is...is that true, Min?"

Minhyuk didn't bother uncovering his eyes as he groaned. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous."

Part of you wilted at his statement. You had never really thought of Minhyuk in that way, but now that it was presented, you couldn't say it wasn't appealing.

Changkyun watched you carefully before turning back to the older man. "Prove it."

"I'm sorry," Minhyuk sighed, dropping his hands. "Prove what?"

"Prove that you don't have feelings for Y/N," Changkyun insisted.

"And how exactly do you expect me to do that?" Minhyuk grumbled, eying you with a pout.

"Kiss," Changkyun prodded. "Kiss Y/N and prove that you two don't have feelings for each other."

"That's stupid," Minhyuk scoffed. "Y/N doesn't want to-"

"I'll do it," you chirped, heat immediately radiating across your neck.

"See, they don't want to-" Minhyuk halted, having realized what you said. "You'll do it?"

"Sure," you continued, uncertain of what had gotten into you. "We'll just kiss and that'll be that."

"Right," Minhyuk said carefully. "That will be that."

"What's a kiss between friends?" Changkyun mocked. Waving his hands through the air, he motioned for you to stand.

Moving unsteadily to your feet, you crossed the room to stand in front of Minhyuk. Bared before him, you suddenly felt ripped open. The realization that you hoped he had feelings for you was dizzying. You were willing to let him in. He could have you if he wanted.

But did he?

Rolling his eyes, Minhyuk finally directed his attention to you. "This is silly."

"So silly," you said dumbly, glancing up at him through your lashes. You couldn't help but notice that his breathing had turned shallow.

"We don't have to do this," he whispered, his brows drawn together. "If you don't feel comfortable-"

"I want to," you interrupted. "Gotta prove your innocence, right?"

"I have nothing to prove to him," Minhyuk grumbled, glaring above your shoulder at what you could only suspect was Changkyun and his shit-eating grin.

"Then prove it to me," you said quietly.

Minhyuk's gaze latched onto you again. Sucking on his bottom lip, his eyes tunneled deep into yours, trying to reconcile his next move. You lifted your brows, waiting in silence.

After a few more seconds, Minhyuk's hands crept slowly up your arms. Sliding over your shoulders, they came to rest on either side of your neck, his pointer and thumb splayed across your jaw. Giving him a short nod of reassurance, you watched as he drew closer, and placed his mouth lightly on yours.

There weren't fireworks, but this kiss wasn't meant for that. It was meant to be questioning. It was meant to be soft and shy.

Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he pulled away again to exhale. Keeping his eyes closed, he set his forehead against yours. "Every butterfly that has ever existed are now all in my stomach."

You let out a breathy chuckle before pulling away from him. Opening his eyes, he looked at you questioningly. His fingers remained wrapped around your neck, not eager to let go.

"Min," you whispered. "Kiss me."

It took him a few moments to register your words before he began nodding to himself. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips more firmly against yours. Reaching up, you gripped his hoodie in your fists and pulled him even closer. You opened your mouth to the kiss, realizing you were both smiling as Minhyuk staggered against you.

There were the fireworks. For as bright of a person as Minhyuk was, it was unsurprising that his kiss made you see stars. Everything that had been unsaid over the duration of your friendship was being poured into his zealous affections.

Dropping one of his hands from your jaw, he wrapped an arm around your waist. You tilted your head back, attempting to get a better vantage for the kiss. Your lips seemed to melt together, tongues working in sync, with small giggles erupting from either of you at any moment.

Changkyun loudly cleared his throat, causing both of you to jump. Minhyuk dropped his face into your shoulder and let out a chuckle. "I completely forgot we weren't alone."

"You're about to be," Changkyun laughed, pulling himself to his feet. "I have to text Hyungwon so he's not ghosted."

You winced, turning to look at Changkyun. "I'm so sorry. I-"

"He'll live," Changkyun grinned. "This is much better. I love being right."

#lee minhyuk #monsta x #monsta x minhyuk #minhyuk oneshot #minhyuk fanfic #minhyuk scenario #minhyuk #monsta x lee minhyuk #monsta x fluff #monsta x scenarios #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x x reader #monsta x x y/n #minhyuk x reader #minhyuk x y/n

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 1 year

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ALRIGHTYYYYY GOOD MORNING EVERYONE AND GOOD DAY! TODAY WE’LL BE REACTING TO

MONKIE KID SEASON 4 EPISODE T W O (2)

Now, I know all the episodes are all out, and I do have access to them, but because I am totally normal about this show I will be watching one ep a week over the next few weeks. I like squeezing every ounce of enjoyment of this show that I can so I shall be pacing myself or else I will lose my mind bG;LKAWMFEW;F

ALRIGHT OFC IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT SPOILERS AHEAD, AND IF YOU HAVE, WARNING FOR KNOX ALL CAPS AS ALWAYS BGSDKFMWEF

HERE WE GO

SHOOT WAIT I JUST RECALLED WHAT THE FIRST EP WAS SCREEAAAMS

theme song nothing but good vibes, the best vibes, I’m… v excited for this

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DBK laugh ;-;

hmbgbnk AYO??

OH MY HDDBGLSD;KFMDS

THE

THE OPENENINGDSF

THE WAY TO OPENGLSDKMF THE

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I adore him

You guys I love this guy, look at everybody watching him laughbGLA;KWMEF PLS

(found an animation error, during the first shot monkey king’s tail is yellow and not the usual reddish brown)

SCREAMS ITS A FLASABCKGLS;DKFME

AA AAA

SO I KNEW THIS

WAS GONNA HAPPEN I DID

I DID ID DID ISWEAR

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aw the fruit n stuff looks so nice, I love the detail of it al being fruit pls

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MACAQUE

*FLIPS TABLE*

HECKING

THE WAY MONKEY KING’S SITTING ON HIS CHAIR PLS

SORRY I HAVENT’ EVEN

GOTTEN PAST THE SECOND SHOT PLS

I NEED TO APPRECIATE EVERYHTING ITS FAMILY DINNER GUYS /J /J /J

ITS THE BACHLOR DINNER

IT FEELS LIKE IT IS DBK MARRIED AT THIS POINT? HECK I DON’T KNOW IT VIEBS LIKE BACHLORS I’M STILL ON THE SAME FRAME SAVE ME NBLA;FKMAWEF

THAT LION FELLA LOOKS SKETCHY TO ME SORRYGBSDFLKMAWEF

B I G M A N

B I G LADS ON ONE END OF THE TABLE AND SMOLS ON THE OTHER HUH GBSDF;LKAMF

I’M SORRY THE WAY MACAQUE AND WUKONG ARE SITTING P L S

WUKONG LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO LEAP OUT OF HIS CHAIR AT ANY SECOND AND MACAQUE LOOKS LIKE A KID VISITING HIS MOM’S FRIENDS HOUSE FOR LUNCH PLS BGS;DFKMAW;OEFMAW;EF M

OKAY OKAY I GOTTA

PUSH PLAY AGAIN THIS

THIS SEASON IS GONNA KILL ME I’M SO READY

I’M OSRRY THIRD SHOT AND IT’S DBK’S SMILE I WILL CRY

BIRD’S LOOKING FUNNY SOMETHIGN ABOUT THAT POSE IS GETTING ME BGS;LKFMAWEF

TELL THEM WHAT YOUS AID NEXT HE’S LOOKING AT MONKEY KING PLS IS HE TELLING STORIES, PLS PLS GBDSL;FKMAWEF

you guys i’m going to cry the foot stomp ON THE TABLE, I ADORE THIS MONKEY Y’ALL I’M GONNA BGSLD;KFMAWOEI;FMAEF PLS, HE’S SO!!! AAAAA kay kay kay kay kay I HAD TO PAUSE ON THE TWANG OF THE MUSIC THERE BECAUISE PLS BGSA;DFKMAWE

hmbgdndlmf monke ;-;

HIS VOICE

THE BIG OL INHALE

YOU CAD

PLS HOW INVESTED AND THRILLED AND EXCITED DBK LOOKS

ELEPHANT MANS LOOKS PRETTY AMUSED TOO

MACAQUE DOES NOT BGS;LDFKMAWEF PLS

WHAT’S THE BIRDS NAME?? I’M SURE I’VE HEARD IT FROM SOMEBODY PENG??? OR SOMETHIG?? OKAY WELL BIRD FELLA LOOKING DOUBTFUL AS TO WHETHER OR NOT THIS STORY IS ACCURATEBGL;SAKMFAWEF

get urself a bro who looks at you like Dbk looks at Wukong fellas ;-;7

PLS

PLS WAIT THEY’RE ALL LOSING IT LAUGHING

PLS THEY’RE ALL LIKE TEARS IN THEIR EYES LAUGHING (no sign of macaque, its okay we know it’s cause he’s short /j /J /J I’M /J PLS BG;LSKFMA)

THE SWEEP THINGGBDLKMFAWE

GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEEEEN

I AM

GOING TO CRY

I WILL CRY

MONKEY KING OUT

BANANA DROP

HIS FACE

THE THREE OF THEM LOSING IT LAUGHING

y’all young dbk actually has my soul this man is so boisterous LIKE FATHER LIKE SON I’M JUST SAYINGNSLD;FKMAEWF

Red son had to get his screeching from somewhere his mom doesn’t really talk that loudbG;LKAMWEF

SORRY OKAY YES YES, I AM ;-; this season is gonna destroy me i just know it bG;LKMAWEF

PLS I’M ONLY 54 SECONDS IN

I’m sorry elephant man you can keep taking in a second

Macaque.

Why

are you making

that face.

sir.

stop.

what is that

cEASE

OKAY LOOKING AWAY FROM MACAQUE MOMENT WHY IS HE SMILING QUIETLY LIKE I’LL THROW HIM INTO THE SUN

WE ARE MOVING ON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND PERSONS

BACK TO THE ELEPHANT MAN who has some nice eye markings, pink eyes? excellent work yes correct

pls

I need a second

I’m actually tearing up

“well i’m paraphrasing but- they’re calling it THE HAVOC IN HEAVEN” *HEAVY GUITAR MUSIC*

I’M IN PIECES

EXCELLENT VOICE ACTING FOR THAT HAVOC IN HEAVEN LINE SPICIFICALLY

I’M

I WILL CRYBGDFLKAMOE YOU GUYS I’M NORMAL ABOUT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE CAHRACTERS ALREADY AS YOU CAN SEE

i am curious as to why the lion hasn’t spoken yet tho ig we’re only a minute in…I’MA JSUT PUSH PLAY AGAINGNSDL;KMFWE

BIRD

HITS HIM WITH A CHAIR

i dunno why i just felt like it

MACAQUE THEME GBSDFKLAWEF

BRUH REALLY SPEAKKING

I DON’T KNWO WHY I WASN’T EXPECTNG THAT LEAVE ME ALONE I’M STILL THINKING ABOUT DBK LAUGHING SO MUCH

THE STARTLED LOOK FROM MACAQUE

WUKONG

WUKONG PLS BGSD;LKFMAWEF

MANS FR JUST LAYING ON THE TABLE

LOVE THIS GUY

i am gonna be here for so much longer than an hour aren’t i

WAILS LOUDLY

“CORRECTION!! WEEEEEE’RE GOING THROUGH WITH THIS”

LIKE ALWAYS

TWO MONKEY BROS GETTING INTO SOME CHEEKY MISCHIEF

THE WAY THAT LINE IS DELIVERED

THE GIGGLE AS HE SINKS OUT OF SCREEN THAT FACE IS HORRIFYING PLS BGSL;FKMWE

MACAQUE’S FACE THE WHOEL TIME I’M GONNGBDSFLKMAOIWEFM

PLS

MACAQUE BEING WORRIED

SCRREAAAAMS

SO WE’VE GOT

I SEE THE APPROACH THEY’RE TAKING OKAY

MACAQUE BEING THE ONLY SANE ONE HERE OKAYGBSDLFKMAWEFO;

NOPE YUP THEN WUKONG

YUP

THERE HE IS

I too lose braincells when surrounded by best bros :pensive_emoji:

PLS ITS THE FACT

HE’S DOING IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF DBK

BECAUSE OFC HE WILL DBK LAUGHS THE HARDEST

Y’ALL WUKONG JUST SEEMS TO REALLY LOVE MAKING HIS FRIENDS LAUGH I’M GONNA CRY

WHEEZING

OH OKAY

COWARDLY

IS THAT WHAT WE’RE CALLING SANITY THESE DAYS- /J /J

AWWW BIG BRAVADO BUNCH

again have you met a group full of 20 year old bros agreeing to do something ridiculous? yeah, the more of them there are the less braincells there will be and that is the vibe BGA;LKWMEFW THEY’RE JUST HYPING EACH OTHER UP PLS GBSDL;KFMAWEF THIS IS SUCH A BAD THING TO HYPE UP BUT YOU KNOW WHAT GO OFF MY GUYS BGSD;FLKMWE

HMHM

AN UNEXPECTED TURN NGL

LION LAD HUH

BIG??

DBK SIR I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF THAT MAN IS WAY SMALLER THAN YOUGBFG;ALKMFWE

the animation on DBK there tho 10/10

OH BRUH THEY ALL HYPING OVERTHROWING HEAVEN FR HUH??

INTERESTING APPROACH MONKIE KID, INTERESTING APPROACH

oh that voice actor tho

SHUT UUUUUP

SHUT UP WHAT IS THAT SPEECH

WHY IS HE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT

FIRST OF ALL

I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

NO OFFENCE BUT ANYONE WHO HYPES UP MONKEY KING SPICIFICALLY GIVING HIM CREDIT LIKE THAT IS AUTOMATICALLY SUS IN MY EEYS BECAUSE NOBODY DOES THAT SO WHAT DOES HE WANT AND DOES HE JSUT WANT WUKONG TO TAKE THE FALL AND BE AT THE HEALM SO HE GETS THE BRUNT OF THE CONSEQUENCES

I’M SORRYYY I’M SUS OF THIS MAAAAN

THIS FEELS LIKE WHEN MACAQUE FIRST SHOWED UP

I’M SORRY IF I’M WRONG SIR YOU SEEM TOO BASHFUL AND GNEUINE TO BE TRUE

SUS

S U S

SUUUUUUSSSS

NOTHIGN BUT SUS

THIS MAN’S VIBES ARE OFF

HE SUS

I’VE WATCHED TOO MANY THINGS TO TRUST THIS LIEK THAT

I CAN’T EVEN CRY OVER THE FACT HE’S HYPING UP EVERYONE INTO SUPPORTING MONKEY KING LIKE THAT BECAUSE I’M TOO BUSY BEING SUSPICIOUS OF HIM PLSSSSS

them teef tho 10/10

THE IMMEDEATE AGREEMENT UHUH HOW HAPPY SWK LOOKS

I’M TELLING YOU GUYS THE LIONS SUS EVERYONE’S LAUGHING AND HIS EYES ARE ALL SHADOWED, HE’S AT THE END OF THE TABLE THAT LOOSK LIEK THERE’S LESS LIGHT I’M TELLING YOU MAN ITS HIM HE’S THE BAD GUY HERE I’MGBSD;LKFMAWEF

if i’m wrong dear lion i am so sorryHGSJDFKJL

HE SEEMS LIEK THE GUY TO HYPE BAD IDEAS AND PUT OTHER PEOPLE IN THE FRONT TELLING IT LIKE GIVING HTEM CREDIT WHEN IT’S REALLY TO SAVE HIS OWN SKIN AND MAKE OTHERS TAKE THE CONSEQUENCES

SU S

MACAQUE LOOKING SO ANNOYED BY THIS ANGY MONKEY MOMENT >:(

AND WUKONG NOTICING AND GOING DONT’ WORRY ABBOOUTTTT ITTTTTT

BUD

CALLED EM BUD EVEN BACK THEN

YOU KNOW THIS EXPLAINS MACAQUE’S SUPER MOCKING “BUD” WHEN WUKONG SHOWS UP TO SAVE MK IN THE MACAQUE EPISODE IT SURE DOES HIT HECK I’M GONN AHAVE TO GO BACK AND RE-WATCH ALL MACAQUE’S EPISODES AGAIN BECAUSE I GET THE FEELING STUFF WILL HIT HARDER AFTER THIS SEASON

INHALES

WUKONG FR

BRUH FR

LIKE WE ALWAYS WANTED WHY AM I TAKING EMOTINAL DAMAGE FROM THIS

MACAQUES FACE

HE FR WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO DO JUST THAT

JUST CHILL AND VIBE WITH HIS FRIEND

SHAKES EVERYOEN AT THE TABLE

SCREAMS

WHATEVER YOU SAY WUKONG

dang tho the lion is actually pretty big i can see it in this last shot here Wukong and mac be TINY

THEY MONKEY UR HONOUR

HECK OKAY

WE’RE THREE MINUTES IN PLS BGS,;FKMAWEF

I’M GONNA BE HERE FOR SO LONG AREN’T I HECK BGSDKL;FME

NGL MAYBE BECAUSE I JUST MET THE OTHER THREE, BUT THE TRIO I CARE ABOTU THE MOST IS JUST MAC DBK AND WUKONG AND IF I HAD TO PICK A DUO I CARED ABOUT MOST I KNOW WE JUST GOT SOME INSANE WUKONG AND MACAQUE BUDS MOMENT BUT DBK AND WUKONG BRO-SHIP IS EVERYTHIGN TO ME RN Dbk edgy teen supporting his bro talking back to the principle fr bGL;KWMFEOWM

AA I’M JUST

SHAKES YOU

THEM

AAAAAA

THE WHOLE GROUP

THEYR’E SO

THEY ARE SO

ELEPHENT GUY’S VIBES ARE OKAY

BIRD IS… NOT THE BEST VIBES BUT LION IS BY FAR THE MOST SUS

ALL HE’S SAID IS THAT

AND OTHER THAN THAT HE’S JSUT SITTING THERE RESERVED

SUS

MEGA SUS

FR I’M CALLING IT NOW HE’S THE SEASONS VILLIAN

IF THAT’S HOW THIS WORKS

IF I’M WRONG I WILL GLADLY ACCPET IT

oh man the transition to

broken chairs

nobody even came to clean it up or take it away ;-;

SCREAAAMS

TAAAANGGGGG

TANG BUDDY

MAH MAN

MY DUDE

MATE

THE DRAMATIC MUSIC RIGHT MONKEY KING HAS BEEN DRAGGED INTO THE ABYSS OF INK AND YES GBSDF;LKMAW;EOF

dbk looking fly as always so true

THE SPLASHING INK ON THE BGSD;KLFMAWEF

YEAH

THEY LOOK HORRIFYING INK

SOMETHING ABOUT NEZHA AS INK SPICIFICALLY IS DESTROYING ME

I’m sorry I’d like to shake the hand of whoever drew Mei in this frame here 3:24 she’s gorgeous

You guys

you guys

I love

the whole crew

hyping Tang i love them

Tang glowing oh so v proud about his powers AS YOU SHOUDL BE OLD MAN YOU’RE DOING AMAZING

but guys

PIGSY

PIGSY ABSOLUTE BELOVED

THE ULTIMATE DAD OF ALL TIME

CHEEKY LI’LL ADVENTURE

YEAH AHAHA

TOTALLY KID

TOTALLY

YES

TAHT’LL BE

WHAT THIS IS :’D I CAN ALREADY TELL |;A;/ (oh this is gonna devastate me oh maaaan)

TRYING DESPERATELY TO REMAIN POSITIVE

LAD

MY DEAR LAD

MY DEAR DEAR DEAREST WONDERFUL LAD

YOU NEED THERAPY SO BADLY

SHORT SPRINT

THE

SWEAT AND THE HANDS IN POCKETS AND LINES AT THE EDGE OF HIS EYES, EYEBAGS, SIR IS

NOT OKAY

YA’LL PLS HE’S NOT OKAY

MAN

its the way mei comes over and then pulls him to look away from the crew so its just the two of them and less pressure on him and AAAAA SHE’S CHECKING IN SO MUCH THIS SEASON TO ASK HIM IF HE’S OKAY

I MEAN WE’RE ONLY TWO EPISODES IN AND SHE’S ASKED IN BOTH OF THEM

MK PLS

SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT YOUUUUUUU |;A;/

“YUP”

NO YOU AREN’T LAD BG;LSDKMFAWOEF

AND MEI KNOS IT TOO

MAN THAT SPEED

OH HOW WE’LL LAUGH

PIGSY

GET YOUR SON THERAPY

I BEG OF YOU

YEAH YOU KNOW SOMETHINGS UP

WHERE’D THE INK DEMONS GO

DANG IT I NEED TO FOCUS MORE ON THE PLOT I’M SO BUSY SCREAMING ABOUT THE CHARACTERS I KEEP FORGETTING ABOUT THE PLOT I WANT MY MONKEY BACK

MEI YOU’RE SO RIGHT HOARDER

NOT AGAINGBS;LKFMAW;FEOIMAFAAHG;AKWLEMF

AHBGBSDF;KAMNGOIEHG;OIAWFABWFAW;FMNAW;FGMA;WGBAWFM;AWKEMFA;OIWEFNM

HAGNNGBNGMKSDF

HANG ON

HANG ONGSFFNAWL;KEMFAW

FRBGS;KLM;AGOANMWE F

F R

I’M

PLS

PLS YOUI DON’T UNDERSTAND I ACTUALLY STARTED LAUGHIGN PLS BGSLKFME

THEY ACTUALLY

I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT

HE OPENED IT THBGBSDKFMWE

BACK UP

MK MIRRORING MONKEY KING

SANDY MIRORRING MK

PLS

INKS COMING BACK OUT

WELL, RIP

LETS SEE WHAT HAPPENS

you know it’d be comical if it just got sucked back in instantly and nothing happened

I doubt that’ll be it but i’m just saying it’d be funny comedy haha moment bG;LKAMWEF because it already got monkey king so

ANWYAY MAYBE WE’LL LOSE SANDY TOO HECK WAIT ARE WE LOSING SANDY HOLD UP

JUST THROWS TANG

HELPGNSDLKAMSD

THEY’RE GIVING THEM TEETH INDIVIDIUAL TEETH SO MUCH IN THIS SEASON PLS BGS;LKDFMA;WEF

I’M LOSING IT OVER THIS EXPRESSION

nice hair tho Tang

GIVE US OUR MYSTIC MONKEY BACK

DARN RIGHT

ILY TANG

MR. TANG

GIME A MINTUBEKGMS;KFMWE

TRIPITAKA

|;A;/

PIGSY’S FACE

OH THEY LOSE

THE PARENTALS

SCREAMS

SCREAMS SCREAMS

OH ITS THE

CREWGBS;DLKFMAWE

AAAAAA

YOU GUYS IU’MS SCREMAGINSDF

I’M SCREAMING

something about knowing all those echoing words and the people looming over them is from Wukongs memories possibly that’s

that’s something alright

THE GROUP GETTING SNATCHED BY THEMSELVES THO THAT’S SOMETHING

MEI SNATCHED BY MK

I HEARD THE WORD “WEAK” THIS TIME AND HEARD NOTHIGN ELSE

it would be interesting if it switched to theirs tho i’M SORRY I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE I’M JUST SCREAMINGSDFLKMWEF

ARE THEY GONNA GO INTO THE SCROLL LATER AND THE PARENTALS ARE ALL LIKE, THE PAST VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES AND THEY HAVE TO TRIGGER MEMORIES TO GET THEM BACK OR ARE THEY GOING OT BE HAGNGING OUT WITHTHEIR PAST SELVES EITHER WAY I WILL CRY

NOOOOOOOOOOO

TRUAMA

MK SO TRUAMA

MK IS

SO TRUAMA

JUST LOS TALL HIS MENTORS AND PARENTALS IN A DAY AND HE IS NOT OKAGSA;DLKFMAW;EFWAF

SCREAMSNGSA;LKFM

HANGNGNSDF

HANG ON

HANG ON I NEED A SECOND I NEED A SECON DI NENGNDLKFMDF

I NEED

A SECOND I CAN BARELY TYPE GIMME A MINUTE SHUT THE HECK UP

LION

THAT MAN IS HUGE

I LITERALLY PAUSED ON WHEN HE’S WAKLING PAST MK SIR’S MASSIVE THE HECK

WHY’S HE SO B I G

i mean i know DBK is bigger but somehow this lion guy just feels huge

I’M FEELING FOR MK THO LIKE DANG

ALSO THIS LION GUY IS SUS AS HECK WHAT’S HE DOING HERE

I KNOW HE JUST SAVED THEM BUT I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

THE CAPE

SLITS IN THE SHOES FOR CLAWS PROBABLY

LOOK AT THEM PAWS

i can tell the fandom has probably been normal about this guy

yeah okay sunshine i wouldn’t trust you with a roll of toilet paper

FAIR THO MEI THAT IS B I G SWORD

I WANT THATBGSDFKL;MAO;WIEF

MEI PLS

THIS SEASON SEEMS TO WANT TO DO REALLY DETAILED EYES AND TEETH HUHGL;SDKFAWE

HUH

OKAY SO

HMHMHM

IS IT

HECK

WHAT IS IT

WHAT DOES IT MEEEAAANNN

DO THYE SEE WHO WOULD HURT THE MOST??

ARE THEY SAYING THINGS THEY SAID TO WUKONG OR DO THEY SAY STUFF THAT WAS SAID TO THE PERSON THEY’RE LUNGING FOR Y’KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

WUKONG WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS IN YOUR HOUSE

IS THE LIONS FACE JUST THAT BECAUSE THOSE ARE HIS BROS??

GENUINELY I DON’T TRUST THIS DUDE I KNOW HE LOOKS A LITTLE CRUSHED BUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HOOOOO

NAW THO LETS FREAKING GO??

THAT VIBE???

SWORD SWISHING???

SWINGING??

CALM?? AYO??? SIR??

THAT’S NICE

WOW SEEMS LIKE

YOU KNOW WHAT’S UP

SUS

HELP

HELPGNSD;LFMKAWEF

PLS

I’MGNSDLKFMSD

CHOKINGNSLDKMS

THEY JUST

HELPGNSDKFMAWOEF

YOU KNOW WHAT FAIR EVERYBODY NEW SEEMS TO ATTACK THEM

VERY FAIR

THEY JUST START KICKING HIM IN THE BACK PLS BGS;LKFMAW;OEIFM

HE JUST SAVED YOU GUYSGBSD;FLKAMEW F

THEY ARE SO VALID THO PLSGB;SLDKMF

“NO YOU HAND OVER THE SCROLL” as he’s pointing with the scroll

“we’ve got the scroll”

YOUR HONOUR

I ADORE THEM

WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL

NOW FREE OUR FRIENDS AND WE WON’T HAVE TO GET P H Y S I C A L

PLS BG;LSDKMFAO;WEF

THEY MEAN EVERYTHIGN TO ME BGS;LKFAMWEF

PLS GS;FSAJDFL

“you expect me to believe”

“YUPWE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS FRIEND NAPPER IS” LOOKING SO PROUD ABOUT IT PLS BGSD;KFMA;WEF

SIX MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS IN I’VE BEEN HERE FOR AN HOUR ALREADGSD;LFKAMWEF WE’RE ONLY HALF DONE HECKGNLD;KFMWE

i love them

HECKING

SUS

KICK HIM

SCREAMS

WHY DO YOU KNOW THEM

FIGHT ME

HE SEEMS FRIENDLY BUT I DON’T TRUST HIIM

I LIKE HIM THO

THIS IS LIKE MACAQUE ALL OVER AGAIN CHARISMA AND RANCID VIBES

PLS

THE DRAMA

THE INTRO

YEAH BUDDY THEY DON’T KNOW YOUGBSDF;LKAMSDF

voice actor doing amazing

THE UDNERWORLD

I KNEW IT

WHEEZINGNS;DLKFMWE

YOU MIGHT HAVE

HEARD OF DBK

SOBS LOUDLY GOT A HABIT OF KEEPING PEOPLE ARMS LENGTH

YEAH SO HIM LAUGING AND DANCING ON THE TABLE AND MAKING HIS BROS LAUGH WAS ARMS LENGTH HUH

S U S

I DON’T TRUST LIKE THAT

MISTAKES WERE MADE WE WERE YOUNG

SIR I WOULDN’T TRUST YOU WITH MY DEODORANT LET ALONE THESE KIDS YOU’RE NOTHING BUT SUS

PLS

GRABS HIS FREAKING MANE AND PULLS HIM THE HECK DOWNGBS;LDFKMAWE

MEI PLS YOU JUST MET THIS MAN

SHE HAS NO CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE I ADORE HER

SWORN UNCLE

MEI I’M NOT SURE

IT WORKS LIKE THAT

WELL I MEAN IT KINDA DOES

WHAT I MEAN IS IT DOES SORTA WORK LIKE THAT BUT ALSO USED TO IS A THING HTAT WAS SAID AND ALSO HE’S SUS AND YOU JUST MET PLEEEAAASEEEE

hey mei you know that

monkey king’s not

actually my dad right

PLS

PLS I’M BGL;SKDFMAWEF

I’M

THAT LINE IS ACTUALLY

THROWING ME INTO THE WALL

PLS

MEI ASSIGNED MONEKY KING MK’S DAD FR

SO TRUE GIRL

DW MK WE ALL KNWO IT’S TRUE YOU’VE GOT FATHER FIGURES TO SPARE

SENTIMENTAL AHA

AHA

CALLED IT

MEMORIES OF JOURNEY TO THE WEST, SPICIFICALLY HIS MEMORIES I CALLED IT I MOTHERFREAKING CALLED IT YOU HEARD IT HERE

YEEAAHHHHBOIIIIIIIIIIII

MK’S STOKED

UDNERSTANDABLE

AAAAAAA

YEAH

INTERESTING

A H ??

AHA

YEAH?

YOU DON’T SAY

SCROLL TO IMPRISOIN WICKED SOULS IN THEIR PAST MISTAKES LIVING THEM OVER AND OVER AGAIN HUH

YOU DON’T SAY

sO WHO’S ALL IN THERE HUH

I MEAN OBV OUR CREW

BUT DANG

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A SCROLL LIKE THAT

WAILS

WAILS LOUDLY

too LATE

FISTFIGHT ME

WE’D RISK IT FOR SURE

SO FREAKING TRUE

THAT’S CAP

CAP

CALLING CAP

MEANT EVERYHTING

I’M CALLING CAP

YOU’RE FULL OF CRAP

if not dang that’s p normal of you sir- *GETS HIT BY A CHAIR*

LOOK IF HE’S GENUINE I JUST THINK BROS ARE COOL AND DEDICATED FRIENDS ARE NEAT AND MAYBE QPR’S ARE FIRE, IF HE’S THE JERK I THINK HE IS I TAKE IT BACK BUT I’M JUST SAYING IT MIGHT BE NEAT TO THINK ABOUT GIVEN HOW HE WAS LOOKING AT MONKEY KING IN THE FLASHBACK him and macaque my gosh pull yourselves together, its okay everybody’s a little in love with monkey king platonically and otherwise likely pats pats //J /J /J …/hj I’M KIDDIIINGGGGGGGBGSD;FKMAWEOIFM

MOVING ON

OKAY LOOK MAN HE’S SUS

IF HE’S GENUYINE I WILL RE-WATCH THIS AND CRY BECAUSE THAT’S ALL I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT MONKEY KING BUT THAT’S WHY I’M SO SUS BECAUSE NOBODY SAAAAYYSS THAAAAAAAT NOBDOY NOT ANYONE SO IF YOU ARE IT’S HECKA SUSSSSSSS

I DON’T KNWO WHY HE’S HELPING THEM BUT HE’S HECKA SUSSSS maybe he’s genuine and just shows a selfish side later and blames everybody else for his problems *COUGHS MACAQUE* /j /j i love macaque he’s doing amazing sir really was buddies with monkey king ;-;7

BIG BANG BOOM

sCREEEAAMSSSSS

HYPE MUSIC

HOLY THIS MUSIC

SUS

NO TRUST

KICKS YOU

SUPPORTIVE BFF HAND HOLD

UNCY LION

THAT FELT LIKE A YOU CAN DO ANYTHING MONKEY KING SPEECH PLS BGSD;LFMKAOWE

I DON’T TRUST THIS MAAAAAAAN

WELP THEY’RE IN

HERE WE GO

HECK

AAAA AAAAAA

OH MY GODS HERE WE GO

CHILLS

CHILLS CHILSL\SLSDKFNAN;IOEFMA;WEF;IOAMFSLKFM A

AHAAAAA AAAAA

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

SCREAMS

OH MAN

THAT TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF TO GET THROUGH AND NI HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS THERE WAS SO MUCH I HAVEN’T EVEN PROCESSED YET LION IS SO SUS, BUT ALSO I WANT SO DESPERATELY FOR HIM TO BE GENUINE AND MK GETS ANOTHER FREE PARENTAL UNCLE FIGURE HE CAN HIGH FIVE SANDY PLS IF MONKEY KING COULD HAVE A SUPPORTIVE BRO AGAIN I’D CRY BUT I DON’T TRUST HIIIIMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Mei and Mk’s friendship continues to mean everything to me I adore them i want them to be happy, Mk is NOT okay, and Mei won’t push but keeps checking in and supporting and MK KEEPS TAKING EVERYTHING ON HIMSELF AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

why make a scroll that can take over everything just to punish some people y’know? seems like a p stupid move ngl smh

okay well, that was fun, I can… tell this season is going to be the death of me i am

oh boy am i gonna be destroyed this already is just M A N, LIKE HECK

alright, well, thanks for dropping by, good to have you here, tune in next week when i scream about the next episode for another hour as I slowly pause and unpause and make my way through it and scream more about bro’s and friends and PIGSY I MISS YOUUUU MONKEY KIIINGGGG PUNISH BY TRAPPING THEM IN A LOOP OF THEIR OWN PAST MEMORIES OF THEIR MISTAKES YEAH OKAY MONKEY KING HAS A LOT OF THOSE I’M SURE HE’LL BE FINE I WANT HIM TO BE FINE BUT I ALSO HOPE HE COMES OUT OF IT NOT AT ALL OKAY DESPERATELY WANT TO SEE THAT SOLEY SO HE CAN GET SOME COMFORT SCREEAAAMSS

gotta wonder if the scroll is like, Mk and Mei know they’re in a new place, do the others? and since it’s jttw scroll the crew is probably imprisioned in their jttw memories spicifically. it wasn’t super truamtic to switch to new place ngl seemed p cool and chill all things considered SO I’M GONNA ASSUME NOBODY ACTUALLY KONWS THEY’RE IN THEIR MEMORIES AND THEY JSUT THINK THEY’RE LIVING WHAT HORRORS ARE THEY ALL GOING THROUGH OR WILL THEY BE SIMPLY COMEDY MAYBE THEY’LL GET PIGSY ABCK BY SHOWING HIM HIS LOVE OF COOKING? HECK IF I KNOW I WANT DADSY BACK SO BAD I WANT MONKEY AND TANG AND SANDY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay i’m normal good day see you next week for another one of these thanks for reading till the end you’re just as insane as I am KNOX OUUUUUT

#knox rambles #knox reacts #Monkie kid season 4 english spoilers #lmks4spoilers #lmks4englishspoilers #lmks4ep2englishspoilers #we have fun here #oh man oh man oh man oh man #LOVELY WEATHER WE'RE HAVING HUH

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Chapter 4: Escape

A/N: Happy Tech Tuesday!

Warnings: Panic attacks, worried feelings, nightmares, canon violence, info dumping.

Word Count: 3.3k+

You were terrified.

It took all your willpower not to fall to the floor in a gibbering mess. Every part of you trembled violently, making your wrists nudge in the tight restraints making them feel even tighter.

You had 6 blasters trained on your position as you kneeled in the middle of the floor, your eyes fixated on the man before you. He looked familiar, not that you’d ever seen him before. His eyes carried a known light but it wasn’t as friendly or as endearing as you were used to. His stare was calculating, never resting so it could sweep the flight deck you were all on.

You clocked the pocked scar on the side of his head, wondering what had caused such a wound and why hadn’t it been treated straight away to reduce the scar.

“Am I that fascinating?” He asked icily, switching his toothpick over as he spoke, rifle resting easily in his grip. You wanted to stop staring, to stop noticing little things about him like the tattoo that circled his right eye, or the way his fingers drummed on his thigh plate.

But you felt like you knew him.

Now his honeyed gaze swung to latch with yours, suspicion narrowing them into slits and you instantly lowered your gaze in response to the pressure of his. Gracefully he moved, adjusting the grip on his rifle and approaching you slowly until he was standing before you, making your neck ache as you stared up at him.

Your breath hitched when the cool barrel of his weapon touched your cheek, moving your face from side to side so he could get a good look at you. Your armour sang when he tapped the plates that covered your body, bending his knees and crouching down to your level.

“They will come for you.”

“I’m a nobody,” you retorted quickly, only to be rewarded with a swift smirk. He placed a single finger on your breastplate, shoving you down off your knees and unceremoniously onto your backside as he loomed over you, anger twisting his features.

“They don’t hand this out to nobodies.” Desperate not to give into your fear you tried to keep your breath even and steady but it had started to come in quick sharp bursts. His fingers curled under one of the spaulders, running his thumb delicately over the katarn like he knew that piece intimately.

“Crosshair!” A shout rang across the wide flight deck, making the troopers react instantly.

“I told you,” Crosshair murmured smugly.

“Let her go,” Hunter demanded as he appeared from the shadows. One hand was stretched before him, while the other hovered over his blaster, each footstep was slow and deliberate as he turned the attention of the troopers away from you.

“Picked up another stray, Hunter? One not enough?”

“It’s us you want, not her.” You flinched when Crosshair grabbed the collar of your breastplate, hauling you before him.

“Are you sure?” A small whimper filtered through your lips as Crosshair shook you. “Seems to me you’re lying.”

“You don’t have to do this,” Hunter told him quietly.

“Nothing else gets your attention,” Crosshair spat back, pressing the end of his rifle into your neck.

“We’ve done this Crosshair!” Hunter suddenly shouted, his voice rumbling with anger. “How many times are we going to have the same conversation?!”

“You made yourselves clear on Kamino,” Crosshair replied silkily.

“No! That was all your decision.” Hunter’s hand closed around the grip of his blaster forcing Crosshair to ram your head forward.

“Don’t test me, Hunter. I’ll do it…” he threatened into the eerily quiet flight deck.

A small scream left you when blasters all started going off at once and the troopers around you dropped, including Crosshair who slumped unconscious to the ground taking his rifle with him.

You shuffled away from him, finally allowing fear to spur your legs to scramble against the deck. You looked up to see Tech standing over Crosshair, his helmet swinging round to look at you, just as he planted his blasters back in their holsters. You were sure he was going to say something, you could read it in his eyes but he didn’t have a chance.

Wrecker barged past his brother, his large hands gripping your binders and ripping them open, causing the circuits within to spark before dying. They clattered loudly on the floor when Wrecker threw them away from you. “Stitch…are you ok?” He sounded so concerned as he lifted you off the floor in one motion, planting you on your shaky legs and knocking his helmet up to his forehead to reveal his concerned expression. “I’m sorry—about Crosshair.”

“We should hurry before backup arrives,” Tech said. “Get them aboard the ship and seal it up while I work on the freighter.” The goggle faced clone gave you a brief nod before he went back to the ship. You wanted to go with him, to latch onto his calmness and try to emulate it yourself but you were rooted to the spot.

Echo and Wrecker began to move the troopers back onto their shuttle. Hunter crouched beside the one they called Crosshair, his face remorseful as he gazed down at the fallen soldier.

“How long is he going to keep chasing us?” Whispered Omega.

“Until he gets new orders,” Hunter responded with a small despondent shrug. “Get Stitch on the ship.” You didn’t have it in you to refuse her as she came up to you, hand outstretched but not a demand. It was more of a shock to you than anyone else when you took it, allowing her to lead you onto the freighter where she took you into the cockpit.

Tech was busy tapping at the controls, bringing the ship to life. Soon Echo joined him, the pair of them discussing necessary systems and which ones they could bypass to get the ship off the ground.

Soon everyone was aboard and Tech looked round. “I’m ready,” he told Hunter. “Is the shuttle secure?”

“They won’t die,” muttered Wrecker.

“Very well. Opening the magnetic shield.” The blue lights flickered out and everything was blown out of the open doors into the vacuum of space. Your hands flew out to try and centre yourself from the abrupt movement as the ship spun. Thankfully Tech engaged the thrusters and the ship righted itself quickly.

“Hyperdrive online,” announced Echo, all your gazes were drawn to the Imperial shuttle as it drifted past the small freighter. You could feel the collective breath within the ship, even Wrecker was quiet, his gaze sad as he watched through the viewport.

“Let’s go,” ordered Hunter, uncrossing his arms and moving into the hold of the ship. Turning in your seat you started a little when you noticed Wrecker was right beside you, rubbing the back of his neck, his hopeful look highlighted by the calming lights of hyperspace.

“Wanna come see wha’ else we got for ya?”

“Er, sure.” The atmosphere in the freighter changed subtly when you got up. Omega and Wrecker cast excited looks at each other and even Tech moved into the hold. Echo watched from his copilot chair and Hunter watched you all from the cockpit doorway.

“We found these,” Omega showed you more bags of supplies and you smiled a little, touching the canvas and having a quick look inside.

“And these…” Wrecker pointed at more gurneys laden with equipment, rocking on his heels and clapping a hand on Omega’s shoulder. “Aaaaaaand!” The pair of them moved aside with a flourish only to reveal a droid. You gasped in surprise feeling Tech come up beside you to peer at it.

“A medical 2-1B model. Popular during the war, I am surprised they left one behind when the station was decommissioned.”

“I can’t believe you found one!” The fear of what had just happened on the station melted away into excitement instead. You knew though, too many quick emotions changes meant you would crash at some point.

“Yeah!” Wrecker shouted and held out a hand for Omega to high five.

“I can reprogram the droid, dealing with civilians requires a different, approach, than with soldiers,” Tech said. “We have 5 standard hours until we reach Ord Mantell, I can make ample headway in that time.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise.”

“Can I help?” Omega pressed in eagerly beside you, her eyes wide as she gazed at Tech.

“If you can tell me where to find the auxiliary circuit control panel and what it connects to…” you sat down as Tech’s voice washed over you. The events on the station were catching up with you, making your body want to shut down and recover in the way it knew best. You tried to stay awake, watching Tech tinker and his constant patience whenever Omega asked him a question.

“Hey,” your eyes fluttered open to gaze into Hunter’s disquieted gaze. He was crouching down, a hand resting on the seat next to your leg to hold himself steady. “You can rest now,” he murmured. To your surprise he eased up onto the seat next to you, his eyes never leaving your face, waiting for you to flinch or to tell him no; but you were too bone tired.

You went easily as he guided you to rest on his shoulder, a soft sigh drawing out as your exhaustion pulled you down, hooking into your mind like greedy demons.

You fell asleep surprisingly quickly, so quickly he looked to Tech who came over to check you.

“She’s just exhausted,” he informed Hunter as he withdrew his fingers from your neck. “I am not surprised, this is probably the most activity she’s had since we liberated her.”

Hunter settled back against the wall, crossing his arms slowly so he didn’t disturb your slumber. How his spaulder was comfortable enough to sleep on he didn’t know, he would have taken it off if you’d given him the chance.

Tech settled next to the droid and Hunter watched his expert hands tug on the circuits, occasionally consulting his vambrace and datapad while he worked. He could still hear the panicked tone in Tech’s voice when you ran away from him. It wouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone who didn’t know him, but Hunter knew his brothers inside out and there had been an edge to Tech’s tone that he rarely heard.

Hunter looked down at his lap, legs spread so he was comfortable on the seat, gaze drifting to your slumped figure. Chest rising and falling, your lips slightly parted to show you were completely relaxed. He considered the possibility you had passed out rather than fallen asleep, but like Tech said, you were exhausted.

From the moment he’d seen you wide eyed through the smoke, all rags and fear with the reflection of the fire burning in your eyes; he knew there was something about you. It niggled at him, teasing his senses with some knowledge just out of reach. You were definitely a puzzle he couldn’t work out.

Tilting his head back he sighed quietly. You had slotted in so quickly, so readily accepted by everyone including Tech. Where you were concerned, he hadn’t heard a snide or barbed comment from his brother and usually they were so forthcoming.

Goosebumps raced down his arms and he nearly jumped up from the sensation thinking something was wrong with the ship. But no one else moved, no alarms were screeching yet still something was wrong. He could feel it, stalking around him like an invisible beast.

You gasped, eyes flying open as you heaved a breath into your lungs.

“What’s wrong with her?” Omega cried out. Wrecker stood up with her, holding the kid close and watched you with his own worried eyes.

“Stitch?” Hunter didn’t like it. He hated the way you were staring, so blankly out into a void only you could see. Your hands were twitching, entire body shaking. Waving a hand in front of your face, he got no reaction. “What do I do, Tech?”

“At this point, I’m not entirely sure.” So Hunter did the only thing he could think of. You had to wake up. He went to grab your arms, to make you, you again but he lurched back at the last second as Tech hauled on his shoulder.

“Hunter! You cannot wake her.”

“Why not? She’s scaring Omega,” he said the last part quietly and through stiff lips.

“It looks to me like Stitch is having a nightmare,” Tech peered at you through his goggles and copied Hunter by waving a hand across your vacant gaze. “Although I am not versed in these things.” You moaned softly, a noise so mournful and full of grief that Hunter wanted to push Tech aside and drag you out of whatever you were experiencing. Tears slid unchecked down your cheeks, trembling over the intricacies of your features that were now twisted into something unrecognisable.

“Dead,” you muttered, falling to your knees and making Tech side step out of your way. “Everyone’s dead.”

“Hunter…” Omega called, eyeing you over Wrecker’s shoulder.

“I—I don’t like this Tech!” The big clone said. “Make her stop!”

“I cannot. It could do more harm than good at this point.”

“Tech, she’s suffering!” Hunter hissed. “We have to do something.”

“I do not think you will like the outcome,” he warned. “But if you insist.” At first he did nothing, just observed the way you knelt on the floor, his eyes taking in every flicker of emotion that crossed your face while everyone watched with bated breath.

Tech reached out, his fingers straightening in the silence, the moment stretching forever until you broke it. Your own hand lurching up to grab him with an accuracy that Hunter didn’t think was possible. Tech exclaimed quietly in surprise, his golden brown eyes widening when you turned to look at him. Your lips moved, whispering something and nothing as your grip tightened.

“She is deceptively, strong,” Tech said, his hand flexing but not able to work free. Hunter got up. It was just a nightmare, nothing bad could happen if he pulled you from it. Moving round to crouch before you he planted his hands on your shoulders.

“Stitch!” He called. “Wake up!” Carefully he shook you, not wanting to hurt you he just wanted you to come back. “Stitch!”

“No one’s left!” You sobbed and he swore you could see him. “You’re all gone.” Your eyes rolled, the life leaving you entire body and you sagged in his grip, he had to lower his arms to catch you before you hit the floor.

He looked up to reassure Omega when you erupted to life, sputtering like you’d been drowning and in the commotion you clouted him firmly on the side of the face forcing a whoosh of air to leave him. Hunter’s balance went and he ended up falling back against the wall leaving Tech to subdue you in the midst of your panic.

“Stitch!” Your arms flew out, catching someone in the face and getting a soft oof in response. It took a few moments for you to realise it was just a nightmare. Because the clone you’d just seen battered and broken was now holding your wrist to stop you hurting anyone else.

Your breaths came thick and fast, your chest heaving as you drank in everything about him. The smooth shape of his goggles, the leanness of his face, the colour of his hair and the deep understanding that shone in his golden hued eyes. His irises were darker on the outside, the threads of brown bleeding into the hazel gold; and you didn’t miss a single one. Neither of you broke eye contact and it held you in place until you managed to find your voice.

“Tech,” you whispered. His grip eased on your wrist, sitting back on his heels and that’s when you realised you were on the floor. Hunter was splayed out behind you, rubbing his jaw with a dazed look on his face. Wrecker was wide eyed as he stared at you, an arm thrown protectively over Omega who just looked concerned. Echo was at the cockpit door, looking over the group to make sure everyone was ok.

“I heard yelling,” he stated.

“I’m—I’m sorry! Did I hurt anyone?”

“I’ll live,” Hunter muttered.

“I didn’t…” that embarrassed, flustered feeling crept through you. It closed your throat up, made your heart beat forcefully against your ribs and you backed away from them all to pull your legs in and hug them. Screwing your eyes shut you tried to dispel the lingering feel of your nightmare, but even now your hands felt sticky.

“I do believe this is a lasting effect of the distress you have experienced.” You appreciated Tech trying to explain it. Truthfully, you’d always had nightmares, visions so real you could feel them for days after.

“Are you all right?” Hunter asked.

“I will be,” you told him.

“This is Crosshair's fault,” Wrecker growled. “He tied her up and brought it all back for her.”

“Possibly,” Tech said as he looked over his shoulder. “You talking about it probably isn’t helping.”

“Er, right…” Wrecker slid down the alloy wall, Omega patting his large arm to let him know he hadn’t upset anyone.

“Can you tell me what hormone floods your mind from such an acute stress response?”

“The sympathetic nervous system triggers the adrenal glands to produce epinephrine,” you spoke in a monotone, wondering where this was leading.

“Good,” Tech replied as he went back over to the droid and picked up his tools like nothing had just happened. “Also known as?”

“Adrenaline.” You watched the sparks as he reconnected wires in the back of the droid's head. The desire to say more was rising inside you. “You know, the response has to pass through the amygdala and then the hypothalamus sends the distress signal, which triggers the sympathetic nervous system. Otherwise known as the fight or flight response.” Tech glanced at you over the droid, his eyes locking with yours for a second before dipping back to the droid's circuits.

“Then what happens?” He asked.

“Many things, your heart beats faster, you breathe faster, your airways even expand to get more oxygen into your body. Your alertness is increased and your senses get sharper, sight, hearing and smell.” Tech nodded to show he was still listening. “Epinephrine also triggers the release of glucose to spread energy to all parts of the body. Um…” you glanced up to find the clones all listening intently.

“Then what happens?” Omega piped up.

“Well when the parasympathetic nervous system kicks in, it acts like an air brake once the danger has passed, bringing your body back to a more restful state.”

“Are you feeling it now?” Tech queried, making you realise what he’d done.

“Yes. I am,” you murmured.

“Good, because we’re approaching Ord Mantell.” As soon as he’d said the words the proximity warnings went off.

“How do you do that?” Omega inquired with awe.

“Just a simple process of mathematics. Or remembering how long it took us to travel from Ord Mantell to the Med Station and applying it the other way.” Tech explained, offering his hand and you took it, trying not to compare the feel of it now to how it was in your nightmare.

“I have no idea what anyone just said,” Wrecker moaned, awarding himself a clap on the shoulder from Hunter.

“Me neither. All I know is,” Hunter lowered his voice, watching the rest in the cockpit. “Tech seems to be on someone else’s wavelength at last.”

“Now I don’t know what you’re saying,” Wrecker grumbled, crossing his arms in annoyance.

“Never mind, big fella. Never mind.”

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