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shelbgrey · 10 months

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4th of July Headcanons with my favorite boys:

Characters included: Lance Sweets, Seeley Booth, Jack Hodgins, Dean winchester, Castile, Derek shepherd, Mark Sloan, Owen hunt, Carlisle Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Eleazar Denali, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Draco malfoy.

A/n: I am working on your guys request that was in my inbox but it being 4th of July weekend not much is gonna be posted or worked on till the end of the week just know I'm working on them.

BONES:

Lance Sweets:

I don't even know if Fireworks are legal in DC, but if they are you guys pretty much go all out.

Suprisenly, Lance likes anything loud so you guys go through a lot of firecrackers and bottle rockets.

If your not lighting up those your probably watching your friends' children and lighting the kiddy stuff with them.

He likes smoke bombs too, he'll light them in Booth's direction so all the colorful smoke blows on him.

He probably got you guys matching outfits for the day, but it's not like the cringy type of stuff some couples do. He'll just have red, white, and blue plaid shorts and a plane white shirt and you'd have the feminine version of his shorts with a cute American flag tank top.

Then to end the night you'll be cuddled up together on a blanket watching the night time fireworks.

Seeley Booth:

Seeley is a military man, so fourth of July is kinda his thing. The flags, cook outs, the fireworks, everything.

He likes anything loud or over the top, but nothing thst could harm you or Parker.

He still likes to spoil you guys with any type of firework or snack you want.

Your kinda the mother of your group of friends so you and Seeley are in charge of the grill. You guys have fun grilling a bunch of hamburgers and hot dogs while jamming out to music.

He'd invite his brother and some of his old army buddies, so you'd probably end up meeting them.

You and Parker have a lot of fun lighting up Roman candles.

You guys are in charge of all the big night time fireworks.

Jack Hodgins:

Homemade fireworks for days, you guys probably spend the week before experimenting and creating different things.

Cam quickly got tired of all the explosions and smoke coming out of your guys lab.

“it worked! We definitely got to make more of those”

You guys are pyromaniacs, but that doesn't mean you guys aren't responsibl. Jack would never handle or light anything recklessly that could harm you.

The home made smoke bombs are a big hit at get-together with your friends. Parker and Christine were very much impressed.

Sharing a lawn chair while the night fireworks are going off.

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester:

It's a normal, all-American day so Dean just wants to celebrate it with his family. It doesn't matter what your doing as long as it's not fighting God or hunting.

Just to mess with Sam you guys will wake him up early on the 4th by lighting a bunch of firecrackers in a pot next to his bed.

He'll grill up the best burgers in the world for the occasion.

If you guys dont want to leave the bunker that day you'd spend the whole day playing board games.

Later that night you and Dean would sneak away and lay on the hood of the Impala to watch the fireworks everyone eles is shooting up into the sky.

Sam Winchester:

Sam could really care less about the celebration, he really doesn't care about any holidays if were being honest, but if you want to have some fun he'll do it just he can see you smile.

He has fun just watching you, Dean, and Jack have fun. He'll just set there and laugh as you Chace Dean around with a sparkler.

Let's just say Dean found a lake and you guys spend most of they day fishing and swimming.

Even if he's around gunshots every day I think the artillery stuff will get old for him, so he'll go into the bunker and let you and the others have fun.

After Dean and Castile get tired and stop blowing stuff up he'll come out and rost marshmallows with you.

Castiel:

He just doesn't understand the fascination, so it's yours and Dean's job to show just how fun the day is.

Get ready to always pull him away before something explodes in his face, he'll light it and not back away.

Even if something exploding in his hand won't hurt it still freaks you out.

You get excited to show him all your favorite fireworks you use to get when you were a kid.

Even if he still doesn't get the fascination, he still loves having fun with you.

Grey's anatomy:

Derek Shepherd:

So there would probably be a big cliche BBQ with all your doctor buddies at the Shepherd home.

You guys are literally praying that you won't get called into the hospital because someone blew their fingers off.

You and Derek cooking up a big feast on the grill for all your buddies while the kids run around with Snappers and sparklers.

You mostly just make sure the kids don't hurt themselves and just lounge around with your female friends.

You and Derek will light a few things like smoke bombs or bottle rockets, but only if someone asks you to join in on the fun.

You guys just look forward to the night time fireworks. You guys usually spend a unreasonable amount a money on artillery, but it's worth it when night time comes and you put on the show.

Mark Sloan:

Let's be honest, he's spending most of the day making sure you or Sophia don't hurt yourself. He'd wrap you guys in bubble wrap if you guys would let him.

Anyway, like Derek you guys are hoping you don't get called into the hospital. Trauma and Plastic surgeons are automatically put on speed dial.

You spend most of your day helping Sophia light all the kiddy stuff and making sure she doesn't get hurt.

After you make sure she's safe you held Jackson 'terrorize' Mark with Snappers.

Owen Hunt:

So you guys would probably be running the grill most of the time, it doesn't bother you guys because you love cooking together.

Like the other two, your just praying the hospital doesn't call you, you guys are both trauma surgeons. But if the fireworks get too much for him he'll be relived to go for a bit.

Speaking of which if were talking about early Owen hunt the fireworks and booms might bother him, if so you'd guys will just go home and watch your favorite movies.

But later seasons Owen will have a lot of fun jut watching night time fireworks with you, laying on a blanket cuddle up with each other and watching all the pretty lights.

Twilight:

Carlisle Cullen:

He spends most of the holiday at the hospital, Charlie keeps sending drunk teens with burned hands and blowing up fingers to the hospital.

You don't mind, it's his job and he can't help the stupidy of the teens at Forks.

Emmett and Jasper keep you entertained.

So if your human he's watching you like a hawk. After the the acadents he seen at the hospital evolving fireworks he's scared your gonna get hurt.

This is just an anxiety filled day for him. He doesn't really calm down till night time when the whole family is on the porch watching fireworks.

Emmett Cullen:

You guys are just an unstoppable force of nature and you can't be trusted with fire.

Since your both vampires your not very safe when to comes to explosives.

Your having the time of your lives though.

He'll hold lit smoke bombs in his hands and chace Jasper and Alice around.

You guys have water gun wars too.

Your day is full of laughter and fun, you guys are being so childish and it's so much fun.

Eleazar Denali:

You live in Alaska so your blowing up a snowman with Garrett no matter what anyone says.

He's very much a serious person so he's not gonna do much unless you drag him with you to have fun.

After you crack his shel he's having a lot a fun with you.

If your not spending your holiday in Alaska, your spending it at the Cullen's.

After he humors you with a couple of firecrackers he'll set down and watch you have fun with the Denali sisters.

At night he'll love to just hold you in his arms and watch the fireworks in the sky.

Harry Potter: - I understand the UK doesn't celebrate the 4th of July but this is just for fun

George Weasley:

Big firework sale at the shop and you guys get to test out every new product(it's the best part).

You love flying around on your brooms throwing fireworks around.

Big cook out at the burrow with the whole family and all your hogwarts friends.

Molly always shouting at you to be careful, if you get hurt or maybe slightly burned George will stop everything and make sure your okay.

Even if it's not the safest of smartest thing in the world you and the twins are chancing each other with sparklers.

You and the twins put on the biggest firework show, it was even bigger than the one they put on when they left hogwarts.

Fred Weasley:

You guys are pretty similar to George expect 10 times worse. You guys can be flat out dangerous and it gives molly gray hairs.

Of corse you spend most of the week around the holiday selling fireworks at the shop, but at night you'll close up shop early and watch a firework show neair by.

He'll create a firework especially for you and it'll be the biggest one he's ever made.

Colors, sound, and size are very important to you guys when your making or buying fireworks.

Like George if you get hurt he'll stop everything to make sure your okay, he'd probably make you set down for a bit and drink water just to be sure.

Night fireworks are the best part and you guys never disappoint your audience.

Draco Malfoy:

This man just doesn't see the fascination, nor dose your families. If you want to have fun you have to drag him to a party your friends are putting on.

Even then he'll just sit somewhere and watch you have fun with your friends.

He doesn't mind though, it makes his day to hear you laugh and see you smile.

I don't think he'd like all the loud noises though, especially after the battle of Hogwarts, so if it gets too bad you guys will go inside listen to music till he calms down.

Dispite the loud noises he loves watching the night fireworks, he loves the colors and the lights. To quite the noise he'll either wear ear plugs or press his ear to your chest while your laying in the grass.

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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 11 days

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Chapter 16- Part 4

I remember, we go back up north and to the right and then-

OOOOH!~ Further proof of how blessed this area is! And I have a Net Ball, this is perfect!

First, some precautions. Paralysis!

And then damage it with Decibel and Bite!

And now we deploy the Net Ball!

Now, as for what to name it…oh, I know!

Monarch! Mostly for Vivillon, not only because butterflies, but because I’m sure those Shiny-colored wings are going to look magnificent.

So now, we continue onwards…

Yes…at last, we meet again! And this time, you’re not avoiding me!

Now let’s see what this next PULSE is going to be-

Oh my gosh, this process is literally killing the poor thing! That’s what happens when your organs stop, because they’re not supposed to do that! It’s practically a zombie at this point!

…Wait- if this is the end of the purification process, why is this Tangrowth labeled with “A”, and the early-stage one was “C”? Shouldn't it be the other way around if it’s a sequence? Not only are they trying to co-opt Team Rocket’s motto, but the Meteors also don’t know the alphabet! Outrageous!

But as for how to actually fight this thing…well, its Defense is already really good, and Stamina will make it even better. So what I’m getting from this is that we wanna attack it with Special moves instead of Physical. It’s typing also reminds me of Cradily…but unlike back then, we’ve got a Pokémon that won’t immediately die to Grass or Rock attacks! And uses Special moves! So Crater’s gonna be key for this.

Anyways, heading back and continuing to the right to find anything still unexplored, and…well, it’s the same dead end as before, but here’s something I didn’t notice last time.

Standing right up to the vine or root like this, and if you look all the way to the upper right, you can actually see the PULSE machine, somewhat. So close, yet so far…

But now…well, I really am kinda at a loss for what to do now, or at least where to go next. I’ve been everywhere I could go, and everywhere else is blocked off in some way. But that can’t be all there is to this place, there’s still that one tree we need to cut down! So what’s next? Maybe I really do need to go to that one house…? But it’s nowhere near the PULSE or the tree, so how would that help? Do I actually need to look at the Rhodochrine Jungle map to find out where to go next???

No, no- maybe if I just look at my screenshots and commentary from the last part, maybe I’ll spot something I missed. Lemme see-

(A few moments later…)

So, there is one place I didn’t actually look at yet, and I sorta forgot about it until now. Another staircase in the Underroot- this one, by the white Poké Ball item!

So this has to lead to the Cut tree, right? There’s literally no other place to look, as far as I’ve been able to tell.

Is that…an alternate exit from the jungle? I mean…it’s not exactly what I was looking for, but it’s still something new, so there’s no use ignoring it.

Oh- this must be the half of Beryl Ward we couldn’t get to before because the roads were all blocked by vines. Hello, new street sign!

“Little Poe”? Man, they’re really stretching for some of these street names now-

So it looks like there’s really only two places to see, this one pink building and something to the left.

And this rock with a bottle of vitamins.

I’ll check out this pink building first, assuming we can even go inside of it.

We can! Fancy-looking building, lots of bookshelves…is this a library?

But speaking of the bookshelves, I see a TM up there- there must be a way to parkour up on the shelves then, right?

OH HECK! Field Effect Read-Out! Now I really wanna parkour on the bookshelves! Can’t really do that from down here, though- but there are some stairs over there!

Yeeeah, broken railings save the day! This is definitely a safe thing to do!

Incredible. Now we use the stairs on the other side to get on the bookshelves on that side, and then…!

I’m sorry- “Corrosive Field”? I…greatly dislike the sound of that! But it sounds very similar to that Corrosive Mist field I remember being mentioned with regards to Misty Terrain, so…are they related? Corrosive Field, Corrosive Mist…still don’t like the sound of either of those.

But anyways, there are a few doorways too, so…well, we’re on the right side, so might as well investigate the one on the right first.

Oh, hello Growlithe! What’s this guy doing here? Is there a police officer nearby? There’s still one more to find, after all.

Well, we’ll interact with it after I pick up this item here.

A WHAT NOW?? Pardon me??

WHAT. What purpose could this possibly serve?? Okay!! I guess we just…have this now!! That’s cool!

Okay, that’s…interesting. I swear, if Xera ends up falling down this hole just like she got sent down the Nuzleaf pitfalls, I’m going to throw myself into a centrifuge-

#pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn spoilers #pokemon fan game #pokemon reborn screenshot let's play

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roadtodeltarune · 3 months

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Earthbound Update 3

(PART 1)

I'm back! Some of you may have thought I abandoned this project, but you were wrong!

Where have I been? What have I been doing? Oh, I've been busy playing Earthbound! I knew I was close to the end, so I wanted to finish it before updating! I could have finished in a week, but I got distracted by other games and responsibilities. Now what exactly did I do in Earthbound?

Well last time, I cured Tenda Village's shyness. After making my last update, I tried their coffee and had another strange vision. But once my head cleared, I did some trading and then hopped into the cave.

As I figured, this was my next Sanctuary Location. The boss wasn't very tough; he was blasted to bits by a multi-bottle rocket and some good bashes. The hardest part was the maze of a cave!

We had a strange moment of Straw's(Ness) thoughts being beamed to a wall, then jumped down a hole into the Underworld.

This place is huge! And there are dinosaurs here! I wanted to avoid them since I felt strong enough already, but they were just too big, they kept blocking my path. It's actually so huge here that I had to look up a map. I also got lost in the first five minutes and was walking in circles, so a map helped a lot.

I feel like this should be a bigger moment, but didn't Buzz Buzz already say something about being in a prophecy? I guess it's good to remember the scale of our journey. Welp, time for the last Sanctuary Location!

Well, that was a fever dream...

The Fire Spring wasn't too hard to go through, the Psychic Psychos were more so just annoying. The final Sanctuary Boss felt like a good final boss, though, that fight was lots of fun.

As for all the melodies playing together, they sounded very pretty. I feel like they fit together better than Mother 1, but I hope there is, or will be, an orchestrated version like Mother 1 has.

The sequence afterward of Straw going through his home and seeing how much his parents loved him... Man, that hit me right in the feels. At the end of Mother 1, I came to the conclusion that this series is about love. Spoiler: I come to the same conclusion with Earthbound.

MAGICANT?! How is Magicant here! I thought it was Mary's dreamscape and it faded when she accepted death. Is... Is Mary still around? Is that why the melodies are back?

I think I like the aesthetic of this Magicant more. The old one was pretty, but this one feels more peaceful, and the color shifting adds to the magic/dream aspect.

Plus all the veggies remind me of my Mother 1 characters: Carrot, Onion, Potato, and Beet.

Is this true or is this what Straw thinks is happening with Pokey? Is he really, truly a bad guy?

Rest in peace, Buzz Buzz. We'll win this war for you.

The Flying Men! It's good to see them again! Oh no, wait, I don't want them to die

Interesting... My personal explanation for this is that the statue brought out the worst in people, so it uses the evil part of your brain; but I also think Straw just views it as the worst evil he's fought so far.

Hi, I'm back here. I died to the statue. This seemed impossible, just like Belch, so I looked up some tips and a map. I found that I just needed a bunch of Dragonite, so I got some from storage. I also got an extra Earth Pendant for Apple (Jeff)

Wow! Dragonite is strong! I got lucky though, he didn't heal in this second attempt. If he would have, I might have lost.

Like how Grape (Poo) had his training that, to me, like he was reaching his personal enlightenment, I feel the same for this moment. It feels like Straw is taking everything that's happened to him and learning a great lesson that's left up for interpretation, whether it's a lesson on Love, Determination, Destiny, overcoming Evil, or all of the above.

This also makes me think that Magicant is a by-product of the Melodies, meaning Mary must have been in Magicant for decades, waiting for Carrot(NinTen) to restore peace to her and help her move on.

#earthbound #mother #toby fox #undertale #deltarune #part 1

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clonewarsarchives · 2 years

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IN PURSUIT OF PERFECTION (#133, JUN 2012)

Film director and editor Duwayne Dunham is best known to Star Wars fans for his editing work on Return of the Jedi. He returned recently to the saga to direct two episodes of Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Interview by J. W. Rinzler

Star Wars Insider: How did you come to work on The Clone Wars?

Duwayne Dunham: George Lucas wanted to have guest directors from live-action come in to bring a different sensibility to the animation process. George is always saying, “Oh, give me that shot, but do this...” and the guys who create the story reel animation sometimes don’t understand what is needed, so I would become almost an interpreter. I would try to learn how they’re doing it, but do it as if it were live-action.

The first episode you directed, “Pursuit of Peace” for the third season, features more intrigue than action. Was it a tough episode to direct?

The way I look at things, everything’s hard to direct. Sometimes you think, Oh, I wish I just had a story with four people in one room; but when you get one of those you think, I’ve got to have something else! That script that I got was very dialogue-heavy and had very little, if any, action.

Did you add any action to it?

Yeah, I did. The whole speeder bike chase wasn’t in my script. There was also a conversation in a dark alley and I said, “No, I don’t want the conversation in a dark alley! I want that bar. Give me a bar or a nightclub!” So we did that nightclub scene with the dancers and saxophone players. Then I said, “These guys will jump Padmé, and there’s a fight, and then they’ll get on this speeder bike, and then the guy’ll shoot his rocket-hand-thing and it’ll blow the other off his feet!”

I worked with Dave Filoni to change it to bring it to life, and add entertainment. It’s funny, because when I was doing that, I’d be doing these shots and quite often the guys would turn to me and say, “We’ve never done a shot like that!” I heard that when we changed it, George said “This is the model for how we do this kind of story in the future,” because he wanted more episodes that were character driven, and not just endless action.

You weren’t told to stick with what was on the page?

I was working within the parameters of the production and I was very conscious of the schedule. I would just say, “Do we have musicians?” “No, we don’t have musicians.” If you look closely, they’re not playing instruments, they’re playing bottles. They just look like instruments. We didn’t have instruments!

We used whatever assets we had. Each episode gets a few new assets, and that’s Dave Filoni’s territory. I was very happy with how it turned out. George was very happy. He never says too much, but I was a little nervous and excited to be in the editing room with George again. Sure enough, about two minutes into it, he’s flying around with these new ideas!

Do you remember anything in particular that he changed?

The second episode I directed [Season Four’s opening episode, “Water War”] had a lot of changes! I think you’re allowed around 300 assets per episode. That means props or things that actually animate and move. We had 1,500 and I’ll bet you there’s more in there now. There were three episodes to that story. I had the first. Dave and I did a huge amount of work on the script because it didn’t work, so we worked to improve it. I also helped the editors, because it’s the start of a three-part story arc. What didn’t work was the main character, the kid [Prince Lee-Char].

So you were creating a kind of template?

Yes, and I was very happy to do that. When I was given “Water War,” it was really interesting because Ackbar hadn’t been seen since Jedi. It was all underwater, so we were able to develop water cameras like you might find on a diver or scuba-gear, so all the characters would be moving independent of one another in this liquid space. It was mostly about plotting out those battles. And then of course there was the “shark,” Riff Tamson. We wanted him as much like a shark as possible. We tried to figure out what his outfit looks Like, how big it is, what he does, and so on.

I ran that episode for Dave early, and when he saw the first act he just went “Whoooooa!” when he saw how big it was. He said, “Just do it. Keep going. This is good. Don’t worry about how many assets you have in it.”

Did that come back to haunt you?

Oh, yeah! In two different ways. I remember sitting down with George the first time. George is on my left and Dave on the right and the editor, Jason Tucker, was running the machine. George said, “Take that dorsal fin off Riff. He’s a man, not a fish!” The very next thing I said was, “Can he still swim around, like this?” and George says, “Of course he can! He’s a fish, not a man!” Dave and I just burst out laughing—that’s just George’s way!

What did George change editorially in this episode?

He changed a lot! I thought that I really had nailed it, because I’d paid attention to George when I was working with him on Jedi. But George kinda tore apart the very first scene in the Senate. It was too talky for him, too much dialogue, and so I watched what he was doing. He sees something and his mind puts it together in a certain way and he’s just absolutely genius at it.

He took whatever development we had done with that main character to the next step. I thought we had pushed it as far as I dared, but then George pushed it even further.

One of the things that I had to do, which was very difficult, was to take out around 600 assets. After all the work we’d put into that thing, now I had to go back and take out massive amounts of moving parts. I started by saying, “Okay, I’ll get rid of 10 here and 15 there...,” and of course it gets down to, “I can’t get one more out anywhere!’ But you’ve still got 200 to go!

The next time I saw it, George had done some inter-cutting at the beginning, when they’re trying to almost coronate the prince, where it had been pretty linear. The battle starts and they escape through these tubes and I can remember Dave saying, “I never would’ve thought to put anybody in those tubes!” But to me those tubes were the greatest things; I was putting speeders in them and everything.

The shark attacking them was like Jaws.

That’s exactly what it was. George and the editor, Jason Tucker, had done some inter-cutting to the beginning when the battle starts and they wind up at the frontlines with Ackbar. He just made it less linear, more interesting, and therefore more entertaining.

Were you pleased with the finished episode?

Yeah. My only regret on that one was that I personally didn’t have enough editorial time. That’s my comfort zone. I loved working with Jason Tucker. That’s what I love about making these episodes: You’re kind of doing the three phases of filmmaking at once, writing, editing, and directing. It’s a great way to work.

I keep telling the guys that I’d love to come back! I just had so much fun, because you just don’t get to direct that much and this is so instant and it’s exactly like live-action! We’re not using real people, but doing the shots is exactly the same. It’s the same kind of rush when you break it down into individual shots and pieces, and then you cut it together. If it doesn’t work, you can just go back and have the guys tweak the shot a little bit. It’s really great!

FIRST FETT!

“Way back when production designer Norman Reynolds first brought the Boba Fett costume to George during preproduction on Empire, I just happened to be the right size to put it on; it was all white then (above, right).

“Decades later, when I was working on my first episode of The Clone Wars, I was sitting in a room with all the guys when the new Star Wars lnsider was delivered. We’re busy and we didn’t even look at it, but then 20 minutes later, there’s 10 people lined up at the door all with these magazines and pens! Someone said, “Can I get your autograph?” I opened up the magazine, and there’s a photo of me in that white costume standing next to George. We threw Boba into the sarlaac pit all those years ago, thinking we got rid of him—but he still won’t die!”

#crew #insider #i133 #season 3 #311 #season 4 #401 #the clone wars #guest directors

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat: Origins —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

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Phase Three Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Comfort Crowd ’ -by Conan Gray

xiv: A Ticking

Rocket moved past their row and continued as usual.

At least that was one good thing about him, he didn't like confrontations and therefore most of their problems were quietly brushed aside without having to talk about it.

Pietro called soon after the mission, she lay on the bed and answered with a smile.

"P.J!"

"Heard you got in trouble with Rocket," Pietro said gravely. "You didn't wake up to complete your—"

"Oh, not you too!" She rolled her eyes. "Get off my back, will you?"

"Wish you'd say that to the random girls you take to the ship."

"Rose isn't a random girl."

"I'd say she isn't your best friend either."

"She's not," Cat agreed. "She's fun, though."

"Remember when you got angry at Steve when he said you were like Tony?"

"That's funny, Kurt says I'm like Rocket and he's a whole different thing."

"Is that a beer?"

She looked down at the bottle she was holding.

"Beers don't exist in space."

"Copy does that thing you're holding have any kind of booze?"

"That's specific."

"You're an expert at dodging questions."

"I guess it's beer, but..." She tilted her head, squinting her eyes. "What day is it on earth?"

"We're in January."

"I'm twenty... I think," Cat shrugged. "Either way, in some countries I'm doing this legally."

"You don't remember how old you are?" He frowned.

"Time's different here, I don't see when the sun sets on Earth. Hard to keep count."

"Does that mean you forgot to celebrate your birthday for two years straight?"

"Not my real birthday anyway," She took a large sip of her drink.

"Oh, man..." Pietro rubbed his forehead.

Her brother had taken it upon himself to be the one to check on her. Nat would ask about her job as a Guardian, but Pietro was always asking about her feelings, and scolding her in a way only he and Happy were allowed to do.

"How are you holding up?" She changed the subject. "How's college?"

"I'm getting through... I'm really good at sketching— wanna see?"

"Sure."

She saw his drawings for half an hour, then Kurt showed up.

"Sorry," His head peaked through the doorframe. "I'm going out. Can I borrow your units?"

Cat frowned. "Where's your card?"

"I lost it when we were fighting that gooey white thing. They were in the pants that thing ate."

"I told you not to put important stuff in your pockets when we're on a mission..."

"We left in a hurry! You forgot to set an alarm, it was the day after we went to have drinks with that guy... What was his name?"

"Forget it," She sighed. "I'll go with you."

"What?"

"I'll go with you. It's my card, I wanna have fun too."

Kurt stared at her. "Rocket said—"

"I know what he said," Cat interrupted, she was aware Pietro was listening to their conversation. "I can handle my alcohol better than you anyway."

Kurt muttered 'jerk' before exiting the room.

"Is that what happened this time too?" Pietro sounded worried.

"What?"

"Did you get so drunk you took some rando' to the ship while Rocket wasn't looking?"

"Well, if you knew how much they charge you for sleeping in one of those shitty places, you'd understand!"

"You know he hates strangers—"

"He was not a stranger! It was this guy I met and it wasn't his first time on a ship!"

"Copy."

She ran a hand through her hair, wondering what was it about Pietro's eyes that were so good at making her feel guilty.

"You wanna know what I think?" He continued. "You're tired."

"I slept twelve hours, I'm fine—"

"When C.C. begged Tony to get her out of high school, she looked exactly like you're looking now."

"Don't call me C.C."

"I didn't. But you can't deny you're acting like a kid."

She kept her eyes low, biting her tongue so she didn't start a senseless fight.

"You drink, you sleep around, you waste your money... You're disrespecting your work, treating it as if it were some kind of side gig that you can pause."

Cat closed her eyes tightly, she rubbed her forehead. "I know."

"Why the hell are you doing this?"

"I have this ticking..." She tapped her temple. "I've kept track of everything. Places, homes, identities... never go past the three-year mark. In seven months it'll be my third anniversary as a Guardian... you wanna know how I feel about that?"

She lowered her voice to make sure Rocket and Kurt couldn't hear.

"It's better to blow things up under my terms, instead of waiting for shit to happen. That way I know when they'll end, and in a way I anticipated. I don't like it," Cat looked at him. "But I refuse to stop."

Pietro didn't judge her. "Have you talked about this with anyone?"

"Sincere chatters aren't this crew's thing," She replied. "We've been clashing, and it's all thanks to me. I don't know why, nothing bad has happened yet but I wanna run away so badly..."

"It's a trauma thing, I guess," Pietro could not stop himself from adding: "Come back."

"Don't," Cat tensed. "You promised."

"I kept my mouth shut for two years, didn't I? Cause you were having fun. But you're not anymore."

"You just said this isn't meant to be fun, this is my job—"

"Yeah, and you're self-sabotaging! Rocket can replace you— What if the next thing you do is so bad that you lose not only your job but their friendships? What if you get one of them killed?"

"I would never do that. Kurt would never let me—"

"Kurt's not the same boy that you picked out from a lab," He stated."You're not the same either. Even if you insist on acting like a high schooler."

"Say I quit," She responded. "What will I do then? Sit on my ass and listen to the Avengers talk about what they're doing to build a new world?"

"Copy, you're not well," Pietro was a little exasperated. "You wanna stay or you don't— you want to be a hero or you wanna have fun with your powers?"

"I want to end this call," She concluded. "Before I say something hurtful."

"Bet you would," He scoffed out a laugh."If you're not careful you'll end up in a bad place, and with no one to pull you out of it."

The girl tightened her grip on the bottle and the glass cracked slightly, she put it away.

"Have a good night, brother."

"Rounds on me!"

The crowd hollered, a guy sat next to her to start a conversation and Copycat immediately began to flirt. She was invited to play one of those bar games in which they had to shoot at a small coin on top of someone's head. She was a great shooter, and always won extra units from these kinds of gambles.

Her table hadn't always been the loudest, but as time went by the noise grew as well as the questionable company. Cat was at her worst then, unconsciously copying the strangers in order to fit in. Even if she was overwhelmed, she couldn't walk away from the noise, it followed her around.

Copycat wasn't feral, she was a living mirror. Her mood was easily affected by the general feeling of crowds, she wasn't aware but Kurt knew she'd turned aggressive while living at the lab cause they would constantly harass her, and she was violent now cause Rocket had no self-control and the people around them were usually up to no good.

Nightcrawler was too drunk to care about being friendly, he wanted to go to bed. The young man spotted her in the middle of a circle of admirers, one guy being particularly touchy with her.

"There you are!" He pushed his way through. "Hey! Can you please stop touching her?"

The other guy gave him a disinterested glance. "I don't see why I would, not like she's uncomfortable."

"I don't see your clown costume and yet you're still acting like one."

"We're hanging out," Cat replied with a lazy grin.

"Well, that stops now. You're my girlfriend."

"What?" She frowned. "What are you—"

"I can't believe you're doing this to me again—" Kurt grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her up.

"If she doesn't want to go then don't force her," The guy shoved him away.

Kurt punched him on the nose, the guy lost his balance but he quickly returned the blow... or tried to. Nightcrawler teleported before he could touch him, then kicked the guy on the chest.

The fight escalated: chairs were being thrown, bottles smashed, Copycat drew out a blaster and was yelling insults at random. Before she could hurt innocents Kurt seized her hand and bend it, forcing her to drop the gun. The owner of the bar kicked them out, Cat left the place laughing as if she hadn't almost killed everyone inside.

"I wanna sleep," Kurt was too tired to berate her. "You left anything back there?"

"Nah, the gun wasn't even mine," She snorted. "How long have we been awake? Why are you tired?"

"I think you should stop visiting these places for a while."

"Why?" She frowned. "I swear I'm not drunk!"

"I know that," He grabbed her hand so she didn't get lost. "This isn't you."

"Who am I, according to you?" She rolled her eyes. "Fucking holy Mary?"

"I don't know," he said, "do you?"

Her hand was holding him a bit tighter now.

"You're not in control," He insisted. "Your brain doesn't process things before it starts emulating them. Not because you're stupid or anything— it's just... you're eager to obey your instincts way too quickly. You never think twice. If you're not gonna do it, at least you should surround yourself with people that do."

"I don't..." Cat blinked, her tongue felt too heavy in her mouth, she couldn't speak properly so she decided to change the subject to something that couldn't upset her further. "I'm sleepy... the ticking doesn't stop..."

When they arrived at the ship, Kurt faced her one last time.

"The louder you get, the more I think something in here's quieting down," He pointed at her heart.

"I'm having a stressful week, that's all," She wasn't looking at him. "I just wanted the company of friends."

"Those aren't your friends, Mimi."

She stopped, suddenly realizing he was right. "I was sure I'd seen at least two of them before..."

Kurt placed one hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Rocket and I, we're not the best help to clear your head."

"But when I'm with you there's no pressure," she retorted with certainty.

"Pressure can be good sometimes," Kurt moved away. "It keeps you in place if you're in danger of slipping."

She went to the front of the ship to clean up and leave everything ready for the next morning, she thought Rocket would appreciate it.

Cat sat on the copilot's seat and stared in silent contemplation, now that no one was around she could think better. Numbing parts of her was only putting her in danger. She didn't want her memory erased a second time, if that were to happen, she would lose more than just a few quirky features.

Rocket walked out of his chamber with two drinks, he handed the one with no alcohol in it to her.

"Wanna have a heart-to-heart talk?"

"I'd rather eat my tail," He responded. "But it sounds like we're about to anyway..."

"Wanna know what I've been feeling for weeks?"

"Not really."

"I like being a Guardian," Cat dragged her thumb around the edge of the bottle. "I didn't understand why talking about it with Nat and Pietro was making me so miserable all of a sudden..."

"Hmph."

"I don't need them," she clarified, "to fulfill missions, maybe. To save the world... but to be happy? Never."

"Kid, look who you're talking to," Rocket replied wearily. "Try something else, won't ya? I've said that lie before."

There was a moment of silence, then she spoke again.

"I'm homesick," Copycat admitted. "I miss Earth and I'm pissed about it."

"Yeah, figured it was something like that..." He muttered.

"Should I go back? Kurt says staying will result in an accident. Ever since the Skrulls restored my abilities, they work without my permission."

"So it's not you who's choosing to be violent?" He looked at her, frowning a little. "One thing's true, you weren't this way when we left the others. It wouldn't be the first time I taint a good kid..."

"You're talking about Groot?"

"I'm talking about us. We're things we wish we weren't, wish we knew how to control our impulses— I can't change, but you can. If you surround yourself with the right kind. Those boring humans are perfect."

"Being good is hard."

"Being lonely is worse," He looked down and grumbled. "You don't wanna end up like me."

She offered her hand quietly. Rocket held it.

"You're not alone, you have me."

"You're going back to Earth."

"I know."

"If you don't call at least once a week, I'm taking Rose hostage and I'll send her to you in parts."

She laughed, pulling him in for a sideways hug.

"It sucks that I have to sacrifice one thing for the other— I wish you'd stay on Earth too!"

"Kid..." He sighed patting her shoulder. "I don't belong there."

"Thank you for everything, Rat."

"It ain't a lie, you know? You can change if you try. Though you're already pretty good."

"Wasn't I a pain in the ass?" She taunted. "That's what you said before."

"Yeah," He dried his eyes hoping she wouldn't notice. "I'm a pathological liar."

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3rd and 4th day 10.10.2023

I can't believe that Friday night I was having supper with friends at the American colony after a particularly violent demonstration at Sheikh and saying to them I am just exhausted mentally. I want to get out of here for a while. They told me that they were going to do a trip down the Rhine and even though I swore that I would not go to Germany....I had gone for Ayal and Uta but thought that was that and I found myself sitting there and thinking ....what the hell and thinking what the hell. What are we doing here .....I told them to send me the particulars and even though they said that it was a very expensive trip I thought I have to get out. I have to clear my head. Little did I know.

1973 Six days. Yom Kippur started terribly but after a few days the

feeling was that things were under control. But this time we thought it would be over in a day and here we are on the third day and fighting on many fronts. And for the first time I have a very bad feeling. For the first time tonight I will go to bed dressed and I have packed my rucksack with water, a snack and warm clothing. Up to now I have not gone into the small shelter we have or sat in the corridors but I prefer to be prepared. The two sirens today....we heard the rockets landing but the second one was definitely closer though it is really only on the outskirts. I am terrified that Netanyahu, whom I truly believe is not normal and held up by people who are even more so, does not care if Israel is reduced to small areas of opposition. I remembered that years ago I sat with a Moslem friend.....when Hamas was just starting out and the government was supporting them...... and said that I thought that they would be a dangerous enemy and he said that they were only interested in

religion. I thought often that the villages in the occupied areas

would rise up against us but thought it could not happen. Now too the army has closed up all the exits to the villages. But if they really want to get out and don't care how many get killed? But I never thought it would come from Gaza.

I am so sick of empty bombastic threats. It reminds me of the song

" My Fair lady. Don’t talk of love. Show me. Now we are told that two areas in the south are still under attack. The spokesman can’t even get his lies straight. Have I told you that the main door of Nofim is

kept closed and we have been told to lock our doors. The one sad and

funny story was a rocket near Jerusalem. The lady was wounded but her

dog was also treated by a veterinarian. My friend, Sarah Sherman,

asked me to come to her retirement home to speak to two of her people.

I did not feel like going but felt worse to refuse so I spoke to a Palestinian lady of 100 in my broken Arabic and to a Russian lady who was an English teacher. Now the good news for the families of those kidnapped. The government evidently does not intend to enter into any bargaining. Does this mean that we will eventually return bodies for bodies? I wonder about the pilots who said they would not serve. If

now they are amongst those bombing Gaza. I don’t envy them the

decision. We are now told on the news to start hoarding enough food and water for a few days. They should teach their grandmothers to

suck eggs. I already started doing that yesterday. I have two

emergency lights. There is already a lack of bottled water in the stores. In the meantime I have enough beer, vodka and tonic water. I am sick of hearing that we are at war. What all of a sudden are they telling us to hoard food, etc. What are they hiding from us?

And now the incredible story of a restaurant which sent 2000 portions of food for soldiers and were not allowed to give it to them because there was no diploma of kashrut. I hope that in the yeshivot those parasites will enjoy their food. Already people are hysterically going

to the supermarket. And I added a little bottle of vodka (not too

little) to my escape bag. A friend phoned when the siren went off

and asked where I was. I said on the toilet but all the shit was in the Knesset. I believe Netanyahu has managed to stop holding the hand of his blond bitch and is going to address us so before I go into ecstasies of admiration I will send this off

Now I sit and try to get my head around this. Everyone is talking about the brutality of Hamas. We do not take old people captive. We do not take children. We do not rape. In so far as that goes we are humane. But we do bomb Gaza and kill hundreds of people who probably hate us but are not necessarily terrorists. I will not speak again if the occupied territories and what is happening there. But the thought is there. But there is no leadership. Netanyahu’s speech was empty of leadership and only full of bluster and threats. I find myself thinking of the royal family in the second World War. How their daughters served and he is not even ashamed that his sons cower in

foreign countries. And where is his wife? Drinking pink champagne?

#3rd and 4th day 10.10.2023

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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Charleston Chew Commercial "Chewy Louie"

YouTube · FisforForte

Dec 30, 2016

youtube

We've been putting this stuff out for a long time and it is what it says and it means the Spirit of St Louis and it's because it's a ton of sugar and it does mean stuff like this it means to feed them sugar and get rid of them and it works right now they're calling for candy with no sugar and we're going to do it anything we're nuts but we've been doing this too from planes and other such things and they've been doing it for a while I'm failing and tommy f the underworld and we kept after him and he's been to a pulp he said all the time, we're taking his talk and threats seriously and literally and wiping them out and regrets ever saying it he blames John remillard because John remillard is an idiot and it's true this is probably what we needed now I'm going to fight over these things and we're all going to be dead it happens to be near calexico which is America and we need to go there for some reason no if she goes what's going to happen with Jason apparently that little f** is going to rape us and it's because of you Trump constantly harassing us and him but for him you're doing to get him to get going on it and he's going on you and you're an idiot you keep thinking is working for you or with you or something stupid and you sitting there blast to you and here we have him saying that he's going to get rid of you and that he's going to use you as food for kju I'm not really sure why he's saying that except that it looks true and I think that you're nuts but really we needed this thing and you've been egging everybody want to get these pissing matches and other retard it's over nothing this stuff is real I believe and scanned and it could be like you said we could be after big huge Stone faults that we can't move because they're too thick and he knows how to make the engine work but the old fashioned one it's like a bottle rocket and then he said we might not survive the g-force then again it might not be that way but radiation will go all over everything so I figured out something they had trees and Giants would carry them up there and the Giants were for some reason not human that makes a lot of sense now I'm getting somewhere he's going to revive the Giants and they plan to this is going to be awful

Tommy f

I told you it's a cycle and to be Trump and you keep egging him on and bothering him and harassing him and telling him all sorts of dumb things and threatening him with your mind and he says the mound is the one in Arizona and we've done it already and we've raised a grouping like this and we use the idiot and they're kicking our ass it might actually be the one in Baja... And she says no it's New Hampshire and it's true and the stuff looks like it's there cuz it's far below so now we're going to be mad we don't know how to check for that I said you shouldn't cuz we infill think we do where the bunkers were and gosh I don't know where they're getting the soil well maybe a cut in a fill so we are horrified again now we need you out of there Trump you're an idiot and he wants to sit here and watch TV it says no he wants to sit here and try and kidnap me and I don't want him near me and nobody seems to be listening so I guess I'll continue to try and gain power to make sure he's gone and that's what I'm doing. I'm going to ask you Trump his sons of stuff happening because of you and it's very bad

Mac daddy

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it took me a while to think of something but how about a dialogue prompt? "I don't know what you want from me." for buddie!! fluff or angst, you get to decide :)

COMBINED WITH BUDDIEWEEK2020 PROMPT

July 10th - Day 5: “It’s okay, you can cry.” + comfort

living that two birds one stone lyfestyle bc I am what? a lazy pos.

anyway here's some fun Buckley siblings feat Buddie xoxoxo

There were several things that Eddie knew to be true about Buck.

One, was that he loved Buck, with every piece of his heart.

Two, that Buck loved him with his whole entire soul.

Three, that no matter what happened, no matter who came into their lives, long after Eddie was dead and gone, Buck had Maddie, and Maddie had Buck.

The Buckley siblings were both bound by trauma, so to speak—they had survived natural disasters, complete miracles, their parents, and they were more or less connected at the hip. It was good, a camaraderie that Eddie wished he had with his sisters; who were nice enough when they wanted to be, but who's teasing remarks cut a bit too deep when they weren’t careful.

Buck and Maddie had a built in support system with one another, and that much was obvious.

What was slightly less obvious was how fiercely, painfully competitive the Buckley siblings were with one another; a fact that was typically forgotten until it was too late.

It started out harmlessly enough.

Hen had invited everyone and their kids to Dave and Busters for Denny’s birthday. It was a nice enough gesture in a fun, neutral location—a huge building filled with games, prizes, and that kind of greasy food that looks amazing in the moment and leaves you feeling sluggish for days. Buck and Chris were stuck together like glue—Eddie had learned long ago that simple acts of fun were as good for Buck as they were for Chris, and it was easy for Eddie to cheer them on in whatever shenanigans they took on; he wasn’t about to allow anyone to call it out and risk Buck feeling an ounce of unnecessary shame.

Besides, he really couldn’t find anything in him but delight as he watched Buck scoop Christopher up in his arms and promptly launch them both into a ball pit, the bright peal of Chris’s laughter ringing above the low din in the building.

Chim, as usual, was the one to ruin everything.

(Okay, not ‘as usual’, but still.)

He and Maddie had arrived a little later on in the evening, their arrival perfectly timed between the stampede of children and cake cutting, their gift bag nestled securely on the present table that Denny kept eyeing with growing excitement.

Chim was the one who let out a whistle when he walked into the building, taking in everything around him.

Chim was the one who bent down to greet Chris, letting Buck’s attention stray from Eddie’s kid, going over to hug his sister.

And it was Chim, who opened his fat mouth, when Maddie and Buck were less than an arms length from one another, as he ruffled Chris’ hair and looked over to the far wall of the building.

“Who the hell thought a Mario Party tournament would be a good idea?”

Eddie could feel a cold chill run down his spine, his stomach dropping in despair as he caught the matching glints in Buck and Maddie’s eyes.

“Mads, do you wanna…?”

No, no, no, Eddie could literally feel his sanity sliding away as Maddie pretended to think it over.

“I mean, if you’re in the mood to lose…”

Eddie shot a nasty look at Chim, who was blissfully unaware of what hell he had just served up on what was supposed to be a child’s birthday. A fun night. A night where the kids got to be kids, and the adults were supposed to know how to act.

Correction—the adults knew how to act. The adults were just choosing to act like kids.

Because that’s what they regressed to; Buck and Maddie were both two professional adults, who worked with high stake situations for a living. They were both mature adults. And when they got into it, they literally regressed into teenagers, shoving one another, bickering at a rapid fire pace, hell, Eddie was surprised Maddie hadn’t gone for a noogie or a wet willy yet, anything to assure her victory.

If Eddie had to be honest, he was pretty impressed with Buck’s focus, and Maddie’s state of mind (it didn’t feel right to say he was ‘proud’, so impressed would have to do). Most of the time, when the Buckley’s got into it, the rest of the world was a blur, but they were more than a half hour into a game and there was not a single fuck word dropped so far.

That wasn’t to say that the tensions weren’t high—and somehow, the mini games made it so much worse for everyone involved. As amusing as it was to watch Maddie self-sabotage when she was paired up with Buck to ensure he wouldn’t get any points, Buck’s stress levels when he was paired up with one of the CPU’s were nearly apocalyptic.

At the very least, Eddie seemed to be far from alone in thinking that the competition between the two was at least a little bit funny—by the time the Buckley’s had entered their final turn, they had a small crowd of children gathered around them. Eddie wasn’t sure if they were watching the game or just laughing at the antics of the two overgrown children, but honestly, he couldn’t blame them either way.

“Nooo! I don’t know what you want from me, Luigi!” Buck wailed—literally wailed—as he sunk down to his knees, looking more dejected than Eddie had ever seen him before, just moments after his CPU partner had pushed him into an oncoming bomb.

That moment seemed to be enough to turn the tide of the game—Maddie was able to pull ahead in coins to secure her spot in the lead, and when the last mini game started, Eddie couldn’t help it. He was actually holding his breath, secretly rooting for Buck to absolutely trash her. But in a supportive, future-sibling-in-law kind of way.

He felt himself groan as the game swung the other way—something about Maddie literally cackling when she got the final, tie-breaking bonus star sending a shiver down his spine. That woman was vicious, and part of him wanted to warn Chim to watch his back—but then again, Chim was the one who got them into all of this in the first place. The group that had gathered around them started to disperse as Maddie started her victory dance, and Eddie had to sigh as he waded through the sea of children.

For now, he had a man to attend to. A man who was literally laying down on the floor of a glorified Chuck-E-Cheese’s, but that was his man none the less, damn it.

“C’mere Buck, come on.”

“Eddie, it’s not fair.”

“I know, baby.”

“I was so close!”

“It’s okay, you can cry.” Eddie said, sighing as he easily scooped his overly-dramatic boyfriend into a bridal carry, kissing his temple. It was almost amusing—at the very least, Eddie was biting his lip, doing his best not to laugh as Buck made a sound that actually sounded like he was on the brink of tears as Eddie deposited his dead weight back into his side of the booth. He knew better than to suggest that it was just a game, because it was never just a game, not when the Buckley’s were concerned.

Maddie was beaming as she slid into the booth across from Buck, her eyes lighting up with another win beneath her belt, and Eddie could appreciate that; hopefully, it meant that they would cut it out, and Eddie could actually enjoy some time off with Buck, and—

“Buck, they have an air hockey table open.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

—and nope, Buck was already on his feet, previous trauma forgotten as he bolted to the ATM to get another stack of quarters.

Eddie wanted to be annoyed, he really did—but he couldn’t seem to get the dopey smile off of his face as Buck started to cackle. All he could do was order another beer on Maddie’s tab, clinking bottles with Chim as he cracked it open.

“Damn, you got it bad.” He really did.

“Shut up, Chim.”

He really, really did.

#buddie #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #maddie buckley #madney #if you squint #911week2020 #the sibling rivalry is a very real thing #my siblings and I used to settle everything in a very fair and diplomatic way #and by that I mean we would have bottle rocket fights #I have SO MANY burns on my legs #mutually assured devotion

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter thirteen rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

You woke up when bright lights began to penetrate your eyelids. You raised a hand to shield your eyes from the light and slowly opened them. You saw nothing but pure white walls that seemed to go on forever. You were slowly regaining feeling in your body as your eyes adjusted to the lights.

“My leg!” You gasped and looked down at your previously broken leg. It was fully healed, as were the rest of your injuries. You didn’t feel any pain anymore.

“Where are we?” You asked out loud. For the first time in a year, you got no response.

“Venom?” You asked again. She always answered. You were beginning to worry.

“Venom whats going on?” You asked. Still no answer. You tried to turn into Venom but nothing happened. You felt white hot fear shoot through your body.

“Oh my God. I died?” You whispered. “I died when I gave Venom to Peter.”

You suddenly felt yourself being pulled forward, as if attached to a string, before stopping abruptly. You found yourself in front of a door that was painted white. You pushed it open and walked into your old apartment, the one you shared with Andy. Speak of the devil…

“Hi babe.” Andy chirped. He kissed your lips as he passed you. You immediately touched your fingertips to your lips. You hadn’t kissed him like that in so long. He was once your boyfriend but now he felt more like a stranger.

“Hi.” You said wearily, coming out as more of a question.

“You ready?” He asked as he tossed you your shirt. You caught it clumsily and looked at it. It was a button down that you wore for important events.

“Ready for what?” You wondered as you rubbed your thumbs over the material.

“Don’t you have that interview with that guy today?” He tilted his head. “I thought you were gonna write a puff piece about his rocket.”

“My interview?” You were still very confused as you looked around your old apartment.

“Yep. So are you gonna do it?” Andy took a seat and looked at you expectantly.

“Do what?” You asked.

“Choose me.” He said simply.

“Choose you? Choose you for what? You know what, it doesn’t matter. I would never choose you.” You shook your head. “What’s going on?”

Andy’s face fell and a wall dropped down in front of you, between you and him. You slammed your hands on the wall in frustration and another door appeared. You opened the door and walked into your childhood home. You saw followed the sound of humming into your old bedroom, where you found your mother in a rocking chair.

“There you are.” She smiled sweetly as she rubbed her pregnant belly. “Could you hand me the lotion?”

You looked at her in bewilderment as you handed her a bottle of lotion. You were in a nursery, fit for a baby that hadn’t arrived yet.

“Thank you.” She accepted the bottle. “My little Y/n is almost here.”

“I’m here, mom.” You knelt down beside her with tears in your eyes. “I’m right here.”

“But are you staying?” She asked as she rubbed the lotion into her stomach.

“What?” You whispered in confusion. She finally looked at you. It was the first time you had ever looked in your mothers eyes.

“Are you choosing me, Y/n?” She asked, face void of emotion.

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I can’t.”

“Oh.” She said disappointedly. She stood up suddenly and walked out the bedroom door. You ran after her but when you went through the door, you found yourself in Peters bedroom. He came in and closed the door behind him.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiled. “Have you seen my-“

“Yes.” You blurted and Peter looked at you quizzically.

“Sorry what?” He asked.

“Wasn’t that your question? If I’m choosing you?”

“It was.” Peter nodded as he suddenly thought of something. “You gave Venom to me. Why?”

“Because you were dying.” You said as if it were obvious.

“So were you.” Peter bargained.

“Your life matters more.” You stated, surprising yourself on how quickly you answered.

“Avengers don’t trade lives.” Peter said firmly.

“I’m no Avenger. What good have I done in the world? I saved San Francisco from one guy with a rocket and I think of myself as some kind of hero? You said it yourself Peter.” You shrugged sadly. “I will never be the hero. I will always be the monster. And the monster always has to die at the end of the story.”

“Who’s writing this story?” Peter asked you.

“Me. I write the stories.” You were definitely annoyed now. “Why is everyone asking me these questions? Where am I?”

“So why did you give Venom to me? Why not write a happier ending?” Peter questioned.

“Because.” You said dumbly. You didn’t even know the answer.

“Because?” He repeated.

“Because! Because I was dying! Venom couldn’t heal me and we both knew it. She’d die if I died. So I gave her to you.” You yelled. “If you were her host then she could heal you and survive at the same time. I took myself out of the equation. I made the decision. That’s how I chose to end my story. Are you happy now?”

You never wanted to raise your voice at Peter but you didn’t like everyone poking around in your head. Something weird was going on and you weren’t even sure if he was real.

“So you chose to die?” Peter raised a judgmental eyebrow. All his questions came out in a way that sounded like he damn well knew the answer.

“I chose save you and Venom.” You answered for what felt like the millionth time.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You grumbled.

“Yes you do. Why?” He said again.

“I said I don’t know.” You yelled.

“Bullshit!” He yelled. Peter never raised his voice at you either. This definitely wasn’t your Peter.

“Because I’d rather die than lose you! Either of you.” You shouted before lowering your voice. “You and Venom mean more to me than anything else ever has. Nothing compares to you. So I gave myself up so in order for you two to live. That’s why.”

He looked satisfied with your answer, finally.

“I know.” Peter nodded simply.

“You know? Then why did you ask?” You were beyond frustrated at that point.

“Because you didn’t know. You think you chose me.” Peter laughed.

“I did chose you.” You argued.

“No. You didn’t.” Peter stated.

“Then who did I chose?” You said angrily. You knew you chose Peter. You just wanted this trip to be over. Your head was splitting.

“Us.” Venoms voice came into your head. You turned to the mirror and saw Venom looking back at you. The background melted away to a black room with just a mirror.

“You chose us. You sacrificed yourself to save someone else. Do you know what that makes you?” Venom asked you.

“Stupid?” You said sarcastically.

“A hero.” Venom replied. You rolled your eyes.

“I will never be the hero.” You hissed.” Peter nearly died because of me. And he would’ve died if it weren’t for you. I’m the one who put him in danger. Me. I’m a monster.”

“Just because you’re a monster doesn’t mean you have to do monstrous things.” Venom reminded you.

“How am I seeing all of this?” You wondered. “How are you here? Aren’t I dead?”

“No. You’re just in such bad pain that you’re hallucinating. None of this actually happened.”

“What?” You gasped. How could it all be fake? It felt so real.

“I’m kidding.” Venom chuckled. “You’re just unconscious. It’s time to wake up.”

“Wake up?” Your vision began to blur again and the room faded back to black.

“I’ll be watching over you.” Your mother’s voice said was the last thing you heard before you fell back to sleep.

You woke up with a jolt. You were still on the pavement outside of the Oscorp building. You heard the faint sounds of a commotion on the roof. Lots a roars. A few cackles here and there. You let out a huff of breath.

“I’m not gonna die.” You grunted. “Not like this.”

With great agony, you picked yourself up. Your hand was still broken but Venom had healed your leg. You doubled tapped your chest and your suit formed around your body once again. You shot a web at the building and swung on it until you reached the front. The doors were locked being as it was nighttime and no one was around. You looked at your reflection in the window and sighed.

“No fear.” You shouted as you head butted the window. It didn’t break but it did give you a throbbing headache. You groaned and shot a web at a dumpster and threw it through the window. The glass shattered all around you.

“That’ll work too.” You shrugged before climbing through the broken glass and limping over to the elevator. Every step you took brought on more pain but you were high on adrenaline. You got in the elevator and pressed the button for the roof. Cheesy elevator music filled your ears as you rode.

Meanwhile on the roof, Peter was putting up a second fight with Carnage. Venoms powers mixed with his Spider-Man powers gave him an advantage. He was stronger, bigger, and faster than ever before. Carnage was beginning to weaken.

“Y/n has been down there an awfully long time. I wonder what’s become of her.” Carnage tried to distract Peter. Peter panicked instantly. He didn’t know how he bonded with Venom. All he knew is he was barely conscious on the sidewalk one minute and climbing the building as Venom the next. In the heat of the moment, he’d forgotten all about you.

“Where is she?” Peter demanded.

“I threw her off a while ago. Haven’t seen her since. Didn’t you tell me she and Venom would die if they were separated? I don’t know though. Venom seems fine to me.” Carnage taunted the boy.

“Venom, what happened? Where’s Y/n?” Peter asked the Symbiote desperately.

“You can’t stop fighting now. I’ll tell you about to later.” Venom answered, knowing Peter would drop everything and rush to your side if he knew the truth.

“I thought you only said “we”.” Peter wondered out loud.

“”We” is for me and Y/n only.” Venom said firmly. She missed you dearly. All she could do was hope you were still alive.

“Fair enough.” Peter answered.

He had been so caught up in his conversation with Venom that he didn’t notice Carnage charging at him. Carnage pulled at Venoms skin and successfully yanked her off of Peter. He threw Venom off into the distance and grabbed Peter by the neck.

“Don’t waste your time with the bitch. Who cares about Y/n? Girls are nothing but trouble. You’re better off if she’s dead. Women are good for absolutely nothing. All they do is bite your head off.” Carnage growled at Peter. Peter was wining and he was getting desperate.

Peter was about to jump to your defense and annihilate Carnage with an essays worth of reasons why women were amazing when he heard someone behind him clear their throat.

“He’s right, Peter. Absolutely right.” You said suavely. You strutted over to Carnage and Peter, checking your nails as you walked. Peter looked at you with pride and then at Carnage with a look that said “you’re finished.”

“And well,” you shrugged with open arms, “Ain’t I a woman?”

Before Carnge could speak, Peter kicked him in the groin for the second time that evening. You took no time in grabbing Carnage and pulling him off Cletus. You shoved Cletus towards Peter and held Carnage up. He was defenseless in his goo state. You smiled wickedly as you transformed back into Venom. Then, you did just as you promised.

You bit his head off.

You chewed Carnage and swallowed him before tossing the rest of him in the fire. He burned up and dissolved into the fire with a shrill hiss. You smiled proudly at your work but your smile quickly fell when you looked up and saw Cletus with a knife to Peters throat.

“Wait! Kill me too or I’ll slice his throat. Please! I can’t go back to prison.” Cletus begged.

“No, Cletus. I’m not going to kill you. I would never hurt you.” You said cautiously as you slowly approached Cletus.

“We’re saving your life, idiot.” Peter sassed. Cletus tightened his grip and Peter yelped.

“Don’t! Life in prison isn’t living.” Cletus cried.

“Killing people isn’t living either. You have to stop this Cletus. We want to help you.” Peter interjected.

“Why? I don’t deserve your help. Did you ever see what Shelly looked like? If you weren’t my friend, you would’ve been my target.” Cletus shouted at you.

“You would never hurt me. I believe that. But you can’t hurt Peter either. Peter didn’t do anything to you. He didn’t laugh at you or reject you, right?” You tried to reason with Cletus and talk him down.

“You think you would’ve been spared? You wouldn’t. I’m a cold blooded killer baby. I’ll kill your boyfriend right now to prove it. You’d kill me if I did that, wouldn’t you?” His crazy eyes were wide with excitement. “You’d eat me on the spot. I know you, Y/n. I know how you work. Carnage told me that Symbiotes mate for life. Well how about I kill your mate as you watch? Would you still try to save me? Huh, girl? Would you?”

“I couldn’t have pulled Carnage off of you as easily as I did if you didn’t try to let him go.” You pointed out. “You wanted to be free from him. It’s okay, Cletus. You’re free now. Peter and I freed you. So don’t do anything stupid okay? Put the knife down. The police are on their way.”

“They are? Why?” Peter asked. Of course he was opening dialogue while being threatened with a knife.

“Someone threw a dumpster through the window.” You answered him.

“Oh my God really? Who would do that?” Peter wondered.

“I have no idea.” You deadpanned.

“Please just kill me. I deserve it.” Cletus brought the attention back to himself.

“No one deserves it.” You shouted. Before Cletus could protest, something red and crispy jumped of the fire and latched onto Peters leg. You knew you hadn’t succeeded in killing Carnage, but it was too late. Peter was yanked towards the roaring fire and you weren’t fast enough to get to him. Everything began to move in slow motion. Peters body flew through the air like a rag doll. You began to run to him but you knew you’d never make it it time. Then, out of nowhere, Cletus jumped towards Peter and grabbed Carnage. They both tumbled into the fire. You heard the screams from Cletus and Carnage as they burned to ashes together. You ran to Peter and helped him up, both of your eyes trained on the fire.

“Is he-“ you began.

“He saved me.” Peter gasped.

“Are they dead?” You wondered out loud.

“Karen, extinguisher.” Peter called.

The spider on Peters chest came off and hovered over the fire. A white substance shot out of it and put out the fire. There was nothing but a burnt mark on the ground when it was done. Both Cletus and Carnage were gone.

“Did-did we just win?” You asked.

“I think we did.” Peter said in disbelief.

You ran towards each other and embraced. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He held you tightly as you heard police sirens approaching the building.

“I thought I was gonna lose you.” You mumbled in his ear.

“I thought I already lost you. How did you find Venom?” Peter asked as he scanned your body for injuries.

“Right as I walked off the elevator, something hit me in the face that felt like a wet cat. Sure enough, it was Venom.” You laughed. Peter sighed in relief.

“That was lucky.” Peter commented.

“Not really. We always find each other.” You smiled fondly at Venom and she smiled back at you.

“How did I get Venom?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You lied.

”You’re lying. Your heart rate went up. How did I get Venom?” Peter asked again, with more force this time.

“I…transferred her to you.” You admitted.

“What?” His eyes widened. “Why? I didn’t even know you could do that.”

“We can when we have to. I felt we had to.” You told him.

“Why?”

“You were hurt.” You said simply.

“What about you?” Peter asked, always concerned for your safety.

“What about me?” You laughed. “You and I were both hurt and Venom could only heal one of us. She would’ve died if she stayed with me.”

“Why wouldn’t you let her heal me and then take her back?” Peter asked.

“Because I just wanted to keep you safe.” You yelled from an anger you didn’t know was building. Peter’s eyes softened and he no longer looked confused. “All I was thinking in that moment is that you were hurt and I could help you. I wasn’t thinking about me or Carnage or anything else. Just you and your safety.”

“Woah.” Peter stumbled back. “I think I just realized why Mr. Stark treats me like a kid.”

“Love makes you do crazy things.” You shrugged. “He’s strict with you because he wants to protect you, not because he doesn’t believe in you.”

“I shouldn’t listened the first 15 times he told me that.” Peter laughed but his face suddenly fell flat. “Y/n, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it, Pete?” You put a hand on his cheek.

“Almost dying made me realize that I want to be with someone else.” Peter said apologetically.

“What? Who?” You were crushed, withdrawing your hand immediately. Peter smiled proudly at himself when he saw your reaction.

“Your mom.” He delivered in true Gen Z fashion.

“My mom is dead, dickhead.” You said bluntly.

“Oh my God.” Peter stuttered. “I totally forgot I am so sorry please-“

You cut him off by rushing into his arms and pressing your lips to his.

“I’m only teasing. I always appreciate a good “your mom” joke.” You assured him. “Plus, I saw her like five minutes ago.”

“Wait, what?” Peter jutted his head back in surprise.

“Don’t worry about it.” You waved your hand in dismissal. “I think we’ve had enough crazy for one night. Can we just go inside and-“

“Watch The Princess Bride and cuddle?” Peter asked hopefully.

“I was gonna say have sex and make brownies, but your thing works too.” You smiled innocently as you pulled him towards the stairs to get off the roof.

“Yeah.” Peter gulped, realizing he jumped the gun. “Or your thing.”

“Nah.” You teased him. “I haven’t seen The Princess Bride in forever.”

“Me either.” He nodded. “Or we could do your thing.”

“Do you want to go to my place or yours?” You still ignored his pleas.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” He shrugged. “You should pick since you make such good suggestions. Speaking of suggestions, we should do your thing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you left the building, carefully stepping over the glass from the window you smashed.

“You know what, Peter?” You said as you looked at him with a smile. “If I have to be people eating alien, I’m glad I can do it with you by my side.”

“Thanks, Y/n.” He laughed a little. “That means a lot.”

You stopped him and put your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you.

“I mean it.” You said softly. “I’m glad to have you as my partner in crime.”

“I’m glad I have you too.” He smiled shyly before leaning in to kiss you.

“Come on.” You took his hand and pulled him in the direction of your apartment. “Let’s go do my thing.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #iron man #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction

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jaskiersvalley · 3 years

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I loved your fic about witchers being afraid of moths so much. I suffer mottophobia as well and the thought that witchers feel the same is nice. So thank you!!!

Nonnie, I'm so pleased you liked that story! Phobias of any kind can be so stressful, I hope moths don't bother you all that often. While I don't have another phobia story for you, I have something a little different that I hope you enjoy.

CW: Panic attacks

It had taken Aiden several years before he broached the idea of wintering together. He knew Lambert went to Kaer Morhen each season and didn't want to be rude by inviting himself to the Wolves' den. But he also didn't want to make Lambert have to choose between seeing his family for the season and accompanying Aiden to the Caravan. Really, he need not have feared because as soon as he brought up the topic of winter, Lambert was jumping at the chance.

"Want to go to the Caravan?"

Just like that, they spent three years wintering with Cats. Lambert fit right in, helping with life on the road without a hitch, messing around, teaching tricks and learning new ones in equal measure. He cooked, did repairs and was as accepted into the Caravan as a stranger could be. It made Aiden wonder whether he missed the pack feel of his own family of Wolves.

"This year-" he said with some hesitance late one summer, "-why don't we go north? Kaer Morhen has probably missed its youngest Wolf."

If Lambert's expression was anything to go by, he didn't agree. "Does the Caravan not want me this year?"

"What?" Aiden scoffed at the notion. "No! I thought you knew they all dote on you. I just thought you might want to spend a season with your family. You met mine..." Not that he'd ever say it out loud but Aiden wanted to meet Lambert's family too, he didn't want to be a shameful secret.

The terse "fine" sounded anything but fine. However, Lambert refused to discuss it any further and, come winter, he led them north. By the time they got to the bottom of the mountain Lambert was tense, quiet and anything he said was cutting. It wasn't the Lambert Aiden knew at all. But he reasoned that maybe Lambert was nervous about bringing a Cat home. The higher up they got, the faster Lambert's heart beat. Perhaps it was the excitement of coming home after so long, at least that was what Aiden told himself. He figured once they were done with the dangerous path up to Kaer Morhen then Lambert would relax. He was wrong.

They made it into the warmth of the halls and what followed was the most uncomfortable introduction Aiden had ever endured. Lambert stopped, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded the other three.

"This is Aiden. You break him, I break your necks." With that, Lambert stomped out, bristling and grumbling under his breath. Hastily, Aiden followed after a quick wave that the three Witchers looking suitably non-plussed by it all.

What was strange was that Lambert didn't settle. He was a fountain of bitter remarks, sarcastic quips and brash aggression. Aiden couldn't make heads or tails of it. The others didn't react, didn't seem like they even wanted to try and calm the situation. In the end Aiden couldn't stand by anymore and cornered Eskel, demanding answers.

"What do you mean?" The thing was, Eskel genuinely seemed confused. "That's just Lambert for you. You've known him for years now, surely you're used to it."

But Aiden wasn't. He hadn't seen Lambert like that before, so on edge. "No," he replied in the end. "This isn't how I know him. His heart rate's high, he's callous, spikey, lashing out. That's not the Lambert I know."

The look Eskel gave him was one of strange reproach. "The mutagens didn't fully take with him, his heart's always been faster than a normal Witcher's. As for the rest, I don't know what swamp water you drink to block it out but that's Lambert in a nutshell."

It wasn't. Aiden knew Lambert, spent years listening to his steady heartbeat, relishing when they fell in sync most nights. He'd seen the kindness and patience Lambert had out on the Path and at the Caravan. There was no mocking for getting footwork wrong, no calling the other person an idiot with a scoff. Nor had Aiden ever seen Lambert pace before, a restless tracing of a path between window and door of the bedroom. The growled "don't touch me" sounded full of threat, so much like a dog trying to prove he could really hurt an opponent in an effort to stave off an actual fight. Seeing Lambert like that hurt and Aiden didn't know what had provoked the change.

Things got worse when they were making repairs to Kaer Morhen, trying to undo all the damage the sacking had done. With the parts they inhabited secure and warm, Vesemir directed their work to the dungeons, salvaging what they could. Smoke stained books and scrolls along with bottles that contained the dregs of potions were pulled from partially collapsed rooms. Lambert was exceptionally acerbic, sniping at everyone including Aiden. It was all ignored until he snapped at Vesemir, "so what's the plan here, old man? Going to open up the torture chambers again to get your rocks off?"

"Another word from you and you'll be running the Killer twice before each meal," Vesemir growled, grabbing another thick book covered in ash and rock debris.

Throwing his hands up, Lambert stormed off, muttering about how he'd rather run the Killer night and day than suffer this idiocy. Nobody seemed to care that his breath had hitched and heartrate was rocketing higher. Well, Aiden cared. Seeing as none of the others looked interested in following Lambert, he took it upon himself.

"Best to leave him," Eskel called after him. "He'll probably destroy a few training dummies in a fit of rage and then calm. Ignoring him leads to the fewest injuries for all."

Not that Aiden cared. He followed the sour scent that Lambert had been coated in all winter, maybe even before that. True to Eskel's prediction, he was in the training yard but he wasn't decimating dummies. Instead, Lambert was staring blankly off into the distance, muscles locked into a tense hunch.

"Lamb?"

His name seemed to jerk Lambert out of whatever thoughts he'd gotten lost in. Whirling, he rounded on Aiden with a snarl. Not rising to it, Aiden held a arm open and stepped closer, inviting Lambert into a cuddle. His heart broke a little when Lambert reared away, spitting with rage. "Don't touch me!"

Truthfully, Aiden didn't have to, he could see the solid lines of muscles, coiled tight. Everything about Lambert screamed to be left alone but he couldn't, not when there was something so underlyingly wrong. If Aiden didn't know any better, he'd have said that anyone else behaving like Lambert was having a silent panic attack. Maybe Aiden didn't know any better. He'd rarely heard Lambert speak of Kaer Morhen or the others, and when it did it wasn't with fondness. Around them was destruction, every stone imbued with memories of a hard life. Aiden knew that the instructors were harsh, often punishing Lambert with a cane or deprivation as he grew up. Vesemir had been one of those men and Lambert had to face his tormentor on a daily basis. They'd been digging up the dungeon where the trials had been administered, pulling what they could on how to recreate the them. Each crumbling wall was another layer of memories of the sacking, of a life Lambert hated but had no idea how to leave behind. When the misery was the only thing he knew, the only steady thing in his life, it was easier to cling to it rather than embrace the terror of the unknow.

Keeping his distance, Aiden nodded. "It's okay." It wasn't but he had no idea what else to say. They were going to have to get through winter, it was too late to head down the mountain. But as soon as it was safe, Aiden was whisking Lambert away from it. He wasn't letting him face the traumas of his past again and again. It wasn't healthy to rip open those wounds, to come face to face with living memories each time he saw Vesemir and Kaer Morhen.

When Aiden stepped in again, Lambert didn't scuttle away. Instead, he was stiff as a board in Aiden's arms, quivering with pent up emotions. Slowly, Aiden rubbed his back, tried to urge him to relax into his hold. Ever so gradually Lambert did, letting Aiden take a fair chunk of his weight as the shaking got more pronounced. Without a word, Aiden held him, gave him the quiet and the space to finally fall apart. It made him wonder whether, in years gone by, Lambert would allow himself to break apart each night in the privacy of his room. Now, with Aiden there, had he been trying to hold it all together, no space safe enough to let his emotions out? Shuddering at the thought, Aiden held Lambert tighter. Come next year, they were going to spend winter with the Caravan again. Never again was Lambert going to have to face the haunting wraiths of his past. Not if Aiden could help it.

#lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert #aiden #the witcher #cw: panic attacks #tldr: lambert has silent panic attacks at kaer morhen

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t4tpolypd · 3 years

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What about Hermit!Tommy au where Dream comes to take Tommy back to the Dream SMP and the hermits get very protective when Tommy says no

Tommy knew he couldn’t hide forever. What he didn’t know, is that he wouldn’t be the one to decide how long he stayed.

He had healed quite a bit. He wasn’t afraid of the hermits anymore, he was more used to the end and the like. He could fly quite gracefully as well.

He had a nice little cottage, with building habits courtesy of bdubs and grian. Everything was happy.

___

Tommy was in the process of building a cobblestone shop, when he got a ping on his old communicator. The old one. From the dream smp.

Hesitantly, he opened it up and saw a message from Dream.

“I know you’re alive, Tommy.”

His hands started to shake at seeing just dreams name, and it took him a moment to even process what dream had said. And when he had? Well. He ran to Grian first, and stumbled over his words. He was scared. He didn’t know if Dream even /could/ come to hermit craft, but he needed to be prepared either way.

“GRIAN. GRIAN YOU HAVE TO FUCKING HELP ME!”

“Uhh, ok, what is it?” Grian said, slipping the diamonds he had just collected from the barge into his pockets.

“D-DREAM HE KNOWS,.... HE KNOWS IM ALIVE,.. HE HES GONNA- H-H-HES GOING T-TO” Tommy continued to ramble, yelling too quickly for grian to even be able to process what he was saying.

“Calm down, I can’t understand what you’re saying!” Grian exclaims, handing Tommy a bottle of water.

Tommy breathes for a moment and takes a sip of the water, before being calm enough to choke out two small sentences.

“He’s coming. Dream- dream is coming grian.” Hes says, with a look of terror in his eyes.

Grian did know much about dream. But what he /did/ know, was that he had traumatized Tommy to the point that even the word dream not referring to the man made Tommy hyperventilate.

He was bad,

He was powerful,

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to take Tommy from their grasp.

___

Dream arrived in hermit craft, bringing tubbo, techno, and philza with him. He had tried to coax ghostbur into coming, but he was afraid of becoming Alivebur. He brought techno, who only agreed to come because he had a debt to pay off, and because these so called “hermits” had apparently brainwashed his brother. Or so Dream had said to the dream Smp.

When he arrived, he was surprised to have spawned in a cage of obsidian. He was surprised to see, through small cracks in the obsidian, that everyone was armed.

Tubbo grabbed his pickaxe and dug through the obsidian.

“Tommy! You’re okay, we’re going to get you away from these disgusting hermits!” Tubbo said, walking up to Tommy.

Tommy took a step back, leaving Tubbo confused.

Philza just sighed.

“He’s been brainwashed, Tubbo, what did you excpect.”

“Brainwashed? What do you mean? I’m fine.”

Tubbo seemed relived to hear that.

“Come on Tommy, let’s get you home!” Tubbo said with an outstretched hand.

Techno stood at the back with dream. He wasn’t sure if he should draw his sword, the hermits had their weapons drawn, why should he?

“What..? No, this is my home now? I’m happy here, there’s no war or fighting! Everyone is nice just to be nice! I’m not giving up all my progress, Tubbo.” Tommy said with something between a snarl and look of sympathy.

Tubbo sighed.

“Sorry Tommy, we need to get you home.” Tubbo said trying to grab Tommy.

“We’ll find a way to get you unbrain-washed there.”

Tommy tried to get out of Tubbos grip, but soon Techno, Dream, and Philza were trying to grab him too.

The hermits tried their best, but they weren’t strong enough against a literal god, a children who’s been through multiple wars, a war criminal, and some dad guy with wings.

Tommy knew what he had to do. He had never used rockets on his elytra, to traumatizing, he thought, but they would be way less traumatizing than the dream smp would be.

In one swift movement, he clasped on his elytra, grabbed his rockets, and blasted off.

Philza was the only one who could go after him in the air, seeing as Dreams flying abilities had faltered coming here.

Philza flew after the boy with the rockets, trying to shout things like

“Just come on! We’re gonna help you!”

Until he felt a sharp pain in his wing as he started to fall.

He had been shot.

Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and settled upon a large building.

Joe , only appearing now, had recruited a large army of dogs and sent them out to fight,

It was a whole server against 4 people. You can guess how it ended.

#hermit!tommy au #hermit!tommy #dream smp #hermit craft

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baseballbitch116 · 3 years

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Dixons Next Door - Chapter 4

Introduction: Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people… Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into?

Setting: Pre-apocalypse

Word Count: 6896

Series Warnings: Offensive language, mentions/suggestion of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence & death

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug use, offensive language, assault, violence, sensitive themes - potential trigger warning

A/N: I got a little carried away and made this an extra long chapter, but it’s a good one! There are some sensitive topics in it so this is a trigger warning - it’s nothing too bad but some people may not want to read it. 18+ You’ve been warned.

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I had been cleaning out the pool for the kids while they ate lunch the next time that I was interrupted by Merle. He came over with a beer and hand and stood nearby me, watching silently. I gave him a look but he made no comment, he just sipped on his beer. I sighed and continued skimming the bugs and leaves out of the pool. “Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” I ask without looking back at him. He chuckles.

“Why ya cleanin it? Just gonna get dirty again?” He asks, ignoring your question. You roll your eyes and smack the skimmer on the ground to get the debris off of it.

“Why shower - just gonna get dirty again.” I remark sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Merle agrees, and I look up in momentary shock before catching the sarcastic smirk on his face. “Ew,” I mutter, tossing the skimmer to the side and throwing the chlorine in the pool.

“So what bar ya work at?” He asks, glancing into the pool for a moment before looking back at you. You want to lie, but there’s literally only two bars in this small town, so it’s not like it matters much.

“Happy Hour Tavern.” I respond, wiping my hands off on my shorts and crossing my arms. “Surprised I haven’t seen ya there yet.” Referring to the beer in his hand at two in the afternoon.

He smirks. “Ya wanna see me there?” He suggests, and I roll my eyes.

“Didn’t say that.”

“Don’t ya worry, sugar. I’ll stop by.” He assures me, and I know he probably will.

“Great,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“Where ya kids at?” He asks.

“Inside eating.”

“Wanna make me somethin to eat, sugarlips?” He asks flirtatiously. I roll my eyes again and huff.

“My name is Anna, and no, I don’t really have the money to be feeding the neighborhood.” I respond.

“Ain’t the neighborhood, doll. Just a friend.” He winks.

“Oh, so we’re friends?” I ask, shifting my weight.

“Yeah sure. Ya seem to be cozying up to my brother and all, ‘course we’re friends.” He responds sarcastically. The grin is gone from his face and he seems more serious now.

“What?” I ask, baffled by what he means by ‘cozying up to his brother.’

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw ya the other day. Got him doing shit for ya, too. Impressive.” He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp of his beer. Suddenly, the mood shifts, and I feel uncomfortable. Is he angry at me for asking Daryl for help? He is so hard to read, everything was just fine - what happened?

“I needed help lifting a heavy ass box. He was there. Doesn’t mean I’m ‘cozying up to anyone.’” I respond sternly. I don’t like being accused of using people. Merle chuckles.

“Relax, darlin, I ain’t jealous.” He taunts, lifting a hand to shield his eyes and looking up at the sky. “Issa good huntin day, bet he’s goin out there soon. I’ll see ya around, sugarlips.” Merle says as he begins walking away from me, leaving me confused and startled. What the hell just happened?

I began getting texts from my father that same day. I wasn’t entirely surprised, but I knew he wouldn’t go to the cops.

1:04 - Bring back my fuckin kids

1:15 - U ungrateful bitch after all i done 4 u

2:06 - Ima have every1 lookin 4 u

2:10 - U best not let me find u

3:34 - Ima tell the pigs u kidnapped em

4:08 - Just wait til i find u

My brother even texted me a few times, too.

12:30 - Pa’s lookin 4 u. He’s mad

1:10 - U took them? Ur not they momma, u kidnapped em

2:30 - U best bring em back or u’ll regret it Anna

The texts continued on and off throughout the day but I ignored them. My prejudice, abusive family would not get the best of me. He was probably drunk and went to find us to pick a fight and finally noticed we were gone. I couldn’t help but worry about if he ever did manage to find us. We were only a half hour away, it wouldn’t be too hard. It was only a matter of how much he was determined to do so. He’s not a smart man, I doubt he could track us down very easily. Plus, everyone who knew him, hated him. No one who knew us would help him - they would know the kids were safer with me. I’d rather be poor than abused.

Eventually I left my phone on silent and tried to keep my thoughts occupied. I didn’t tell the kids, of course. The kids had been playing in their room for most of the day, having fun with the large box that my bed frame had come in, using it as some sort of rocket or something. So I let them be inside and sat on the front steps to think in peace. I looked up at the sky and willed myself not to cry. They did not deserve my tears. They didn’t even deserve a moment’s thought. I forced myself not to think about all that they had put me through in my childhood. The nights I spent crying myself to sleep on my mattress on the floor. The bruises and scars I hid at school. The lies I told to keep myself from being taken away - only so I could protect my siblings.

My eyes burned as I fought back the tears and I hid my face in my hands on my lap.

“C’mon, Anna. It’s over now.” I mutter to myself, trying to believe my own words. Anger boiled over inside of me at the thought of what my father might do if he found us and took the kids back. I would not let him. Even if it killed me - he would not ruin their lives like he did mine.

A crash of thunder made me jump, bringing me back to the present. I looked up just in time to see Merle approaching from the woods, resheathing a knife on his hip. I figured he was hunting, and that gave me an idea.

“Hey, Merle!” I call out, quickly wiping my face and jumping up to head over to him. He looks pleasantly surprised and stopped in his tracks, smirking as I approached him. “I have a question.”

“Whatcha want, sugar?” He drawls, wiping his hand on a rag from his pocket. I notice a bit of blood and then the bag over his shoulder, making me wince. I didn’t wanna know.

“I wanna get a gun. But I don’t know the first thing about them, and I kinda hoped you did?” I inform him, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t come out. He chuckles quietly and looks me up and down.

“Whatcha want with a gun?” He asks. I resist getting defensive, sure that he thinks a woman can’t handle one.

“To protect myself. Family problems, let’s leave it at that.” I inform him with a look. “Do you think you could help me?” I plead. I didn’t wanna go into town and get scammed into buying a crappy, overpriced gun. Merle looks at me for a long moment, looking up at the darkening sky before shrugging.

“Come with me.” He responds, nodding toward his house. I look at it then back to him, giving him a sharp look. “I’m serious, ya want me help or not?” He demands. I look back toward my house for a moment before sighing.

“I can’t be long.” I tell him, and he smirks, heading toward his porch. I hesitantly follow behind him, dreading entering his place. Considering the trash and overgrown grass outside, I had a feeling the inside was much worse. I stepped inside the house cautiously, keeping my eye on Merle as I did so. He seemed to be the only one here, which relieved me. If any of those men from the other night were, I would have left. Merle tosses the bag from his shoulder onto an old wooden table and heads down the hall toward a bedroom, leaving me alone. The floor is dirty, there’s an old, stained armed chair in front of a box TV, and there’s stuff scattered everywhere. The place smells a little weird too, but I resist complaining. Merle returns a moment later with a case in hand. “Here,” Merle opens the case and reveals a gun, holding it out to me. It’s a handgun, I know that much. I look up at him and he gives me an impatient look, so I hesitantly grab the gun. It’s heavier than it looks, and I make sure to keep my finger off the trigger. “Ya ever shot one?” He asks, smirking at me.

“Once or twice.” I mumble, having flashbacks to the one time my father tried teaching me how to shoot bottles in the backyard. It wasn’t a fond memory at all…

“Ya can have it, but it’ll cost ya.” He winks.

“How much?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Ion want ya money,” He drawls, and I immediately frown, thinking I know what he is implying.

“I’m not doing that either,” I scowl, going to hand the gun back to him. He doesn’t take it, chuckling some more.

“Whatcha want a gun for anyway?” He asks. I didn’t want to get into it, but maybe this would be a way around having to do something for him for it. I let out a sigh and looked at the weapon in my hand for a long moment.

“My father,” I start, not meeting his eye. “He’s uh, well he’s a piece of shit basically. I took the kids from him in the middle of the night and got this place, never told anyone where we were going. If he comes around… Well, I’m gonna need this.” I finally look up and meet his eye, exhaling deeply. He looks at me for a long moment, his face expressionless. It’s quiet and I am surprised he doesn’t make any rude or sarcastic comments. He shrugs, placing the case down on the old table.

“Keep it.” He tells me, and I raise my brows at him.

“Really?” I clarify, confused why he changed his mind.

“Ya need it more than I do. Got plenty round here.” He mutters, waving his arm up in no general direction. “I know all about piece of shit fathers.” He continues, giving me a solemn look. “My pops was. You was right, yer gonna need that. So take it, before I change my mind.” He drawls, heading over to their fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer, kicking it shut behind him. I don’t argue, despite being shocked and confused.

“Thank you, Merle.” I give him a sincere smile for the first time, and turn the gun over in my hands to ensure the safety is on.

“Takes 9MM. It’s loaded.” He informs me, plopping into the beaten up chair by the TV and opening his beer, taking a large gulp. I nod slowly and shift my weight, feeling awkward holding the gun but trying not to let him know.

“Okay,” I respond, turning to head out the door as he turns the TV on. “Thanks again.” I holler before I head out the door into the humid air. The sky has gotten very dark with storm clouds and the wind picked up, so I jog across the lawn back to my house and tuck the gun into the back of my shorts, hiding it under my shirt before I walk inside. I don’t need the kids seeing this.

“Anna! Look what we did!” Colton calls out from the hallway with a big grin on his face. I smile back at him and walk down the hall to their room, letting out a dramatic gasp when I see the box colored on with a bunch of random colors. “It’s our rocket!” He exclaims excitedly, rejoining his sister inside the big box.

“Wow! It looks so good guys!” I exclaim, grinning as they go back to their playing. I watch them for a moment before remembering the gun and walking into my own room, placing the gun on the top shelf in the closet. This will have to do until I have more furniture and somewhere safe to keep it.

The texts kept coming throughout the rest of the night.

6:05 - ware tf r my kids

6:43 - dont make me hunt u down girl

7:16 - uv always been a cunt this is just like u

8:11 - wat r u gonna do when u get nocked up by some prick u dont have money 4 all dem kids

The string of insults and threats lasted most of the night, the only reason I kept looking at them was to make sure that they hadn’t found us somehow, or had any ideas. I would need a head start if they did. I’m not sure if I would be able to shoot my brother, but I know I could shoot my dad. He deserved it. After all he did to me, all he put us through. Even my dead beat mother didn’t deserve him. He was half the reason she’s as bad as she is. Apparently, my mother hadn’t started using drugs until after I was born. My father had escalated when he had his first daughter, and his true colors began to shine through. My mom used in order to live with herself, the guilt, his abuse. She even made sure to get clean each time she learned she was pregnant, but she always relapsed. She was a strong woman - I had to give her that. If nothing else, she was strong. But still a horrible mother. She should have taken us with her when she left.

But now it was my responsibility. I had to do what she couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think about my parents, my horrible family - as I stood in the doorway, watching them sleep. I may not be able to change what happened to me, but I would do anything it took to prevent it from happening to Bailey and Colton. If it comes down to it, I will kill my own father to ensure he never lays another hand on them.

Watching them sleep peacefully, side by side in their own brand new bed with clean sheets and a safe roof over their head - that made it all worth it.

Jessie and Beau came over at nine with beers and I set up a fire in the front yard. I had found this old firepit someone was throwing away on the side of the road the other night and I took it of course. I was excited for some relaxing adult time before my shift tonight. I hated my job, but I made good money there so far.

“What time you work tonight?” Jessie asks as she pops open a bottle of beer and hands it to me with a grin on her face.

“Eleven to three. At least it’ll go by fast.” I respond, taking a gulp. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat and I let out a sigh, leaning back into the stairs. I hadn’t gotten around to getting chairs for the yard yet - an unnecessary expense I couldn’t afford just yet. Jessie sat beside me, a lemonade in hand instead of beer, given that she was pregnant, and Beau sat on the hood of his truck, rolling a joint. I always enjoyed nights like this - quiet, relaxing, worry free. Jessie had been the best friend I’d ever had, I’m glad we’re still so close.

“That man ever come back?” She asks, referring to a customer from a few nights ago. He had gotten too drunk and handsy, trying to get me to give him my number. He even waited until the bar closed for me and the manager had to call the cops to get him to leave so I could go home. That was the latest reason I hated my job that I’d only had for a few weeks.

“No. Hopefully he never comes back, I don’t wanna have to use what Merle gave me earlier on him.” I mutter, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t woken up.

“The neighbor?” Beau asks. I nod.

“What did he give you? Are yous like, talking now?” Jessie asks, leaning on her knees and giving me a worried look.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I wanted to look into getting… a gun, for protection. From Dad.” I explain in a quieter tone. “I figured someone like him would know a place, and he actually ended up giving me a handgun.” I continue, watching Jessie’s disapproving look and wide eyes. “I’ll be safe. I really need it. If Dad finds out where we are…” I trail off, taking a large sip of my beer and letting a huff out.

“Why’d he just give you a gun for free?” Beau asks, looking up from where he was rolling the joint on the hood.

“I dunno. At first he said it was gonna cost me, but then when I mentioned it was because of Dad, he let me just have it. Said he knew all about asshole fathers.” I shrugged. “Either way, works for me.”

“Just don’t let him use that against you. Who knows what he might try to pull, he reminds me of Mack.” Jessie rolls her eyes when she mentions my older brother, grimacing. She hates me as much as I do. He had tried to get with her a million times and it made him resentful, yelling and cursing at her. Which then resulted in Beau beating the shit out of him - which was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a bit better than him though. From what I’ve seen, at least.” I shrug, taking another swig of my beer. “Dad’s been texting me most of the day, he texted me earlier too. The bullshit you’d expect - pretending to care I took the kids, threatening me.” I explain, handing my phone to Jessie to see the string of unanswered texts.

“I hate them,” She grumbles as she scrolls through the texts. “They won’t find you, don’t worry. They’re too stupid to figure it out.” I chuckle at her comment.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” I giggle. Beau stands up and offers me the blunt, which I accept and take a long hit from. As I am doing so, I hear a man start laughing and sure enough, Merle and Daryl are standing at the bottom of their porch. I exhale the large puff of smoke and hand the blunt back to Beau, leaning on my knees and resisting the urge to cough.

“Damn girl, who knew ya could have a little fun!” Merle exclaims, walking across the lawn toward us. Daryl and I make eye contact for a short moment before he rolls his eyes and leans against the beat up railing, placing his crossbow on the porch stairs, seemingly waiting for his brother. I roll my eyes with a smirk at Merle’s comment. Ever since earlier, I’ve decided to cut him a little slack. If I was interpreting right, we had more in common than I thought - at least, regarding families.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I respond, offering my beer bottle to him, earning a surprised look from Jessie. I was trying to be nice to Merle to repay him for the gun, so he wouldn’t come collecting in another way. It was the least I could do for a free handgun and clip. Merle looks shocked for a short moment but smirks and takes the bottle from my hand, taking a large swig.

“Yous her family?” Merle asks, looking at Jessie. She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head.

“Friends.” She responds, readjusting her feet uncomfortably. I stand up and suddenly I’m aware of just how close Merle was to me. I am almost touching him as he leans against my railing, my bottle in his large hands, a smirk plastered across his face. He looks fairly attractive in the fire light and his seemingly clean-ish clothes. He’s wearing black cargo pants and a white T-shirt under a jacket, and I take notice of the knife holstered on his hip. “Going hunting?” I ask, taking a step away from him toward the fire and tossing another log in.

“Mhm,” He responds, taking another sip of my beer. “Wanna come with, sweetheart? Can show ya the ways.” He suggests flirtatiously.

“I actually know how to,” I smirk, stepping closer to him and grabbing the beer from his hand, taking a large sip while looking into his eyes. The alcohol and hit were starting to get to me - I was a bit of a lightweight nowadays, since I’ve lost weight and had less time to do this kind of stuff. Merle bites his bottom lip and holds the intense eye contact with me, taking the beer back when I hand it to him and I can feel his eyes on me as I retake my seat beside Jessie.

“Yer loss.” He shrugs, pretending to be indifferent.

“C’mon man!” Daryl shouts from their side of the lawn impatiently. I wish that he would come join us too - I wanna get to know him better.

“Ugh I’m comin! Get yer panties outta a bunch!” He shouts over his shoulder. Merle hands the beer back to me after one last gulp and heads off to rejoin Daryl, walking away into the dark woods.

“What was that all about?” Jessie demands when they are out of earsight. I shrug and set the beer down, not wanting to get anymore intoxicated, given that I still have work later.

“I dunno, gotta be nice. I kinda owe him.” I mumble, kicking at dirt. Truth be told, I found those brothers interesting. Mysterious and dangerous, but alluring. Yes, they were trouble, but I always ended up attracting trouble anyway.

“You better be careful.” Jessie warns me, and I nod.

The night went on peacefully and we all enjoyed talking over the fire and relaxing with the kids asleep. I left for work and Jessie stayed at my place while Beau went out with his friends after dropping me off. He was gonna pick me up after work too, since he was gonna be in the same general area.

My shift was going fine until about one, when I recognized a familiar face and my whole night went sour. The creepy man from the other night was back, and he had his eyes on me. He was with another man at a table instead of the bar, but he was very obviously watching me. I informed the manager on duty but it wasn’t the same man from the other night, so he didn’t know the extent of how creepy the man was. He only came up to the bar once, having his buddy order drinks while he watched me. I remained calm and didn’t even glance at him, handing the drinks to his friend and accepting the two dollar tip without a word.

It took about a half an hour to finish cleaning up after everyone was out of the bar and I was dreading heading outside. I had a feeling that the man would be waiting for me again, but the manager didn’t want me wasting hours and had to stay behind to finish up, so I had to go out alone. I hung up my apron at the door and sighed as I locked up behind myself, leaving the manager alone in the building to finish recounting the drawers. I had already stuffed my tip money into my purse and had my keys tucked between my fingers as I looked around cautiously for a sign of anyone. There were still people out, despite being a bit past three in the morning. Beau hadn’t answered my texts in the last half hour and Jessie was asleep, so I had to wait. Great. Across the street, I spotted a nice looking motorcycle across the street, but that was the only vehicle besides far down the road.

I started walking toward the street light by the corner to wait for Beau when I heard a male voice call out. “Hey! Bitch!” I grasped my keys tighter in my hand and turned my head, spotting the man and his buddy down the alleyway. They stood up from leaning on the wall and started heading my way, so I started walking faster, but then they started running.

“Help!” I hollered and started running across the street. The adrenaline kicked in in my body as fear took over and I ran as fast as I could down the opposite side of the street. They were close behind me and I tried to hop over a fence, but they caught up and threw me onto the ground before I could get all the way over. “Help! Please!” I screamed as loud as I could, trying to kick the men away from me. The main guy sat on top of my hip and shoved a hand over my mouth, smirking evilly down at me as his buddy started trying to lift me. I kicked and flailed as hard as I could but I couldn’t get away as they drug me across the ground into a back alley.

“Hey!” I heard a different male voice holler and then there was the sound of glass breaking. The main man let go of his hand over my mouth to look behind him and I took that opportunity to scream as loud as my lungs would let me, before the second guy punched me in the face. I swore I saw stars as my face throbbed, the two still pinning me, my head propped against the second guy’s chest where he held a knife to my throat.

“Get off her. Now.” A deep male voice demands. I can’t see with the main guy on top of me but I am grateful for whoever it is coming to my rescue. The men only chuckle evilly but then something happens and the second guy jumps away from me quickly, making me slam my head down on the concrete. I groan and my vision goes blurry with tears as the stinging in my head intensifies. “Help…” I mutter as I fight to stay conscious, my head throbbing. The cold, rocky concrete is painful against my cheek, but not as bad as the weight of the man or the stinging in my head.

I can finally see around the main guy and spot a man a few yards away, aiming something in our direction. It’s hard to see with my blurred vision and the darkness, but it looks like a weird sideways weapon. “Ay, man. Chill out. We was just having some fun, that’s all.” The second guy insists, holding his hands up a little. I try to wiggle away but the man on top of me grabs onto my throat and holds a knife toward me.

“Think I won’t? Get the hell outta here or I’ll kill her right here, right now.” The man growls. I stare at the sharp tip of the knife in my face, fearing this is where my life will end. What will happen to Bailey and Colton without me?

The next moment is a huge blur. One second, there is a knife in my face, and the next, the man falls off of me, screaming in pain on the ground beside me. I jump up off the ground as fast as I can and stumble away from them, running blindly in the direction of where I had seen the shadowy figure of the other man. I stumble and trip in the combination of darkness and the pain throughout my body, reaching out to the brick wall to catch myself from falling but someone else catches me and I start flailing and trying to get away, until I look up.

It’s Merle. He hoists me up from where I was half fallen on the ground onto my feet and puts a hand around my waist to keep me up against him. His face is serious and it’s the first time he hasn’t cracked any jokes to me. I’ve never been more relieved to see someone in my life. I reach up and hold onto his neck, trying to keep my balance. The man continues screaming and cursing and I look back, spotting Daryl holding up a crossbow. “Oh shit! Fuck!” The second man screams, running away and leaving his friend behind with an arrow in his ass. Daryl walks over to him and takes his knife, pressing a foot on the man’s back and yanking the arrow out from his asscheek. I turn and hide my face in Merle’s shirt, disgusted and terrified. The screaming continues and then I hear a second scream and a trash can get knocked over. When I look back again, the other man is laying on the ground toward the back of the alley, an arrow in his leg.

Daryl stalks over to him and rips the arrow from his leg as well, kicking the man in the face before heading back toward the first man. “Ya ever, ever - come back here again… I’ll kill ya.” Daryl growls at the main guy who had been stalking me. Daryl rejoins us and puts a hand on my back hesitantly, looking down at me. I’d never been this close to either of the brothers and yet, somehow, I felt safer now.

“T-thank you.” I mumble into Merle’s chest, holding onto him tight, too afraid to let go. Tears stained into his shirt but I couldn’t bring myself to care - I was shaking and biting back crying.

“C’mon,” Merle mumbles, grasping onto my tight and trying to turn me around. I held onto him tight and let them lead me away, not paying attention. I saw Daryl grab my purse and keys in the corner of my eye and noticed Merle was leading me to a motorcycle. “You take her back, little brother. I’ll meet ya there after I finish up here.” Merle lets go of me and I feel like I’m going to fall over from the pounding in my head, but Daryl grabs onto me before I can fall completely over.

“Damn,” Daryl mutters, grabbing me tight and I notice that we are face to face. He’s got me by my waist and my hands grasp onto his shirt collar. “Sorry…” I mumble, blinking away fresh tears. He doesn’t respond but he helps me onto the back of the motorcycle. “Hold onto this.” He takes my hand and places it on these handlebar things, and I do. I do my best to stay up straight while he attaches my purse and his crossbow onto the back of the motorcycle and then sits in front of me. I whip my head toward the alley when I hear more screaming, but Daryl starts the engine and revs the bike. “Hold onto me. Tight.” Daryl hollers over his shoulder, and I do so without hesitation. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist and lean my head against his shoulder, terrified to fall off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before - if I had been in a normal state of mind, I would have objected. But at this point, I wanted to get home as fast as possible.

The motorcycle is fast and the wind blows past us. I keep my eyes closed and focus on holding onto Daryl, feeling lightheaded and scared of falling off. It’s a short ride and he has to help me off of the bike. Holding onto his rough hand made me feel anxious and insecure but I had to in order to keep upright. He led me inside his house, and I did not object, as I did not want the kids to see me or for me to wake them up. He leads me over to a beaten up couch and I hesitantly sit down, looking around cautiously. I didn’t know if anyone else was here, but it seemed we were alone. I held onto my own arms tightly and tried to focus on my breathing. “I should uh, check ya out.” Daryl mumbles, crouching down in front of me. He waits for me to respond in some way, so I nod and uncross my arms. He runs a hand up my bare leg and I force myself not to flinch. I’m not afraid of Daryl, but tonight’s events have me shaken up. “Stand up,” He says, offering me his hand to help me get up. He lifts up my shirt a little and I flinch when he touches my back. “Yer pretty scratched up.” He comments, removing his hand from my back. “Should put somethin on that, so it don’t get infected.” He stands up when I sit back down and walks away, presumably to grab something. I hold onto my head and wince in pain where there is a large bump already forming.

Daryl returns with a few items in hand. He gives me a package of peas and shrugs, not meeting my eye. “Don’t have ice packs.” He mumbles, kneeling in front of me. “Turn around.” He tells me, and I move so that he can get to my back, placing the ice on my head. He starts applying something cold to my back and I sit as still as I can, wincing at the pain from where I was drug across the concrete. “Yer shirt’s all torn.” He notes when he pulls it back down. “Lemme see yer head.” I remove the ice and he gently runs his fingers through my hair, eventually finding the lump and I jump in pain, tearing up. “Sorry,” He mutters. “How do you feel? Ya might have a concussion.” He says, and I groan.

“I can’t afford to have a concussion.” I mumble and lean back into the sofa, holding the ice against my head once more. Daryl places a gentle hand on my cheek, below my eye, where I was punched. I look into his eyes as he gently rubs his rough thumb over what is surely a black eye. “M’sorry this happened to ya.” He mutters, looking away.

“Thank you for saving me.” I respond quietly.

“Wish I’d been there sooner.” He grumbles, standing up and removing his vest, tossing it onto the seat. He is wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans, his hair is matted against his forehead - but he looks very attractive. I look down at my bare knees that are now scratched up and feel my eyes burning again.

“What were you doing there, anyway?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Merle wanted a drink. Said ya worked there, wanted to bother ya I’m sure.” I let out a small chuckle and he continues. “We were leavin to head back, but we heard ya yellin.” I nod and look down again, trying not to think about it. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, given what I went through as a child.

Before either of us can say anything more, the door opens and Merle steps in, wiping his hands off on a rag. I notice the faint red marks on his knuckles and wonder what he had been doing, but try not to think of that either. Whatever he did, I didn’t care. Those men deserved it.

“She good?” Merle asks his brother, looking over at me huddled on their sofa. Daryl nods and explains my injuries briefly to Merle, who huffs. “Lucky we were there, sugar.” He comments. I don’t respond, hugging myself and shivering a little. Daryl notices but Merle heads to the bathroom, probably to clean up. Daryl walks away but returns shortly with a shirt and sweatpants. “Here. Ya can change in my room.” He mutters, handing the clothes to me. I am shocked but I accept and stand up slowly, following him back to his room. He shuts the door behind himself and I stand there for a moment, surprised to be in his room. He’s a lot sweeter than he likes to come off, it seems. It’s a very standard room. Pretty messy, no decorations, basic sheets on the bed, old paint. He clearly doesn’t care much for the room, it seems like he probably only uses it to sleep. It’s not “homey.” I remove my now ruined shirt and skirt and throw the large T-shirt on and tie the sweatpants on tight so they will fit me. The shirt is baggy and I notice it smells like Daryl. I hadn’t known what he smelled like before today but now I recognize it. It kinda smells like the outdoors, like firewood or something. It’s a nice scent, though, and I find it comforting.

I open the door with my old clothes in hand and spot Daryl waiting down the hall, leant up against the wall. Merle comes out of the bathroom at the same time and we make awkward eye contact. “Look like a Darylina.” He comments with a chuckle, walking past me toward the kitchen. Daryl looks at me for a long moment, until I meet his eye, and then he drops his gaze to the floor. I slowly approach him and give him a forced, appreciative smile. “Thank you.” I tell him gratefully. He has been so kind to me tonight. Before today, I hadn’t barely spoken to him before and he was always standoffish and seemed to avoid talking to me. It was a weird change, but welcomed. If only the circumstances it occurred under were different…

“Want me to throw em away?” He asks, referring to my clothes in hand. I shrug and hand them to him. He tosses them into a trash can and Merle walks over to the chair by the TV, popping open and beer and kicking his feet up. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, it was weird. “Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing Beau is probably worried, waiting for me. “Do you have my phone?” I ask Daryl.

“That’s what yer worried bout?” Merle speaks up.

“No, I had been waiting for my ride. He’s probably worried.” I explain, looking to Daryl, hoping he had grabbed it. Silently, he pulls my phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you.” I unlock it and find a million missed calls from both Beau and Jessie. He must have woken her up when I never showed up. “Shit.” I grumble. I hated worrying them, after all they do for me.

“Yer boyfriend?” Merle asks, gulping down some of his beer.

“No, my friend’s boyfriend.” I respond as I text both of them in a group message that I was okay and that I would explain.

“Why would yer friend’s man be pickin ya up at three in the mornin?” Merle asks with a wink.

“Ew, no. I’m not like that. He’s a good friend, she’s watching the kids for me at my house right now. I gotta go let them know I’m okay…” I trail off, then remember I’m in Daryl’s clothes. “Uh, I can go change and bring these back-” I start, but he shakes his head.

“Keep em.” He insists, and I feel bad, but don’t fight back. “Ya might have a concussion, so ya should have someone check up on ya when ya sleep tonight, and get it checked.” He explains.

“Doctor Daryl.” Merle jokes sarcastically, and his brother shoots him an evil eye.

“Thank you guys for helping me. I don’t know how I can repay you…” I trail off, refusing to think about the course of the night again.

“Don’t worry bout it, darlin.” Merle smirks.

“Couldn’t just leave ya there.” Daryl mutters awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

“Well, still. Thank you.” I repeat before heading toward the door. Daryl follows behind me, handing me my purse and keys, and I wave before walking out and heading back to my house slowly, careful not to trip. I look back and notice he is watching me and I feel my cheeks heat up, fumbling to get my key out and open my door. I notice Beau’s truck is here and when I open the door, the two of them are sitting on the sofa, waiting for me.

Jessie and Beau were furious when I told them what happened and I ended up crying on her shoulder, letting the emotions from the night settle in. Beau threatened to go back out looking for them but I told him what I suspected Merle did and he didn’t. Jessie helped me get cleaned up and settled into bed. She slept next to me in my bed that night and woke me up every two hours, in case I had a concussion. Beau slept on the couch and I had never felt more appreciative for anyone more than I did for them and Daryl in that very moment...

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Part i of the Without You series: When Colson and Megan break up, the boys count on Y/N to piece Colson back together, which only leads to disaster.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Colson being kind of a dick, cursing, a little bit of aggression/ violence. This one’s definitely angsty.

A/N: This was supposed to be just a one part fic. Then that turned into 2 parts. And then 3. And then all of a sudden I had written 5 parts and over 10,000 words. Enjoy 😊 (also this is v unedited so if you see a mistake... mind ya business)

Word Count: 2084

| ii | iii | iv | v | vi |

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When you got the text from Rook, you knew it was probably gonna be bad.

Megan just left him, for good. Not gonna be pretty the next few days so maybe don’t come by anytime soon.

Your heart broke for your best friend. Colson had been really in love with Megan. And as much as you hated seeing them together for your own personal reasons, you could tell he was really happy.

Ok. Let me know if you guys need me. If it gets bad I can take Casie for a few days. Take care of him for me pls.

You and Colson had been friends for years now. You knew almost everything about each other, you told him everything. He let you crash at his place after your ex kicked you out, and you had spent many hours curled up with him, watching stupid movies to distract him from his most recent breakup or mental breakdown.

But this was different. Colson told you he wanted to marry her at some point, and you knew he wasn’t lying. And you couldn’t blame him. As much as you hated no longer being the only women (other than Casie) in his life, you couldn’t dislike Megan. She was just one of those people who everyone loved.

The thought of texting Colson crossed your mind, but you weren’t sure if it would hurt or help. From the sound of it, he was a wreck.

So, naturally, you texted Pete.

Have you talked to Cols yet?

With Colson came Pete, or came you, you weren’t really sure. Somewhere along the way you and Pete had become close friends. He was like the older brother you’d never asked for, and he would probably say something similar about you.

You couldn’t really explain it, Pete could read you like a book. And because of that, he knew everything. He was the only one to catch on to the way you sometimes looked at Colson for too long, or got irritated when he’d bring a new girl around.

I’m heading over there right now. You should talk to him.

You rolled your eyes.

Not sure that’s the best idea. You guys are better at handling... all that. Once he gets a little less angry then I’ll take him.

Pete texted you back a few minutes later.

Thanks for the support, kid. I’ll keep you updated. Just pulled in.

Good luck, Petey.

You tossed your phone on your bed, a sigh leaving your lips. You decided worrying was a problem for another day.

No more than 12 hours later you were getting a phone call from Rook.

“Dude it’s like 4 in the morning, why are you calling me.”

“Y/N, we’ve tried everything. He’s locked up in his room and every time one of us tries to talk to him he blows up. Literally he almost punched Slim a few hours ago.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning at the predicament. “So now you want me to come over?” You asked, “What do you think I’m gonna be able to do?”

“Well he’s not gonna try and hit you for one. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s significantly nicer to you than to anyone else.”

“What do I even say to him? “Sorry that the love of your life broke up with you but at least we can smoke pot and watch Spongebob?” I mean come on, man. I’m not good at this.”

“Please.” He pleaded, “We’re all out of options and I can’t stand to see him get any worse than he is.”

You moved off your bed and towards your dresser. “Fine, I’ll be there in 15.”

You threw on the first pair of sweatpants you could find and slipped on shoes, grabbing your key and heading out the door.

True to your word, you pulled up to the house 15 minutes later, parking on the side of the street and heading straight into the house. When the guys saw you, they visibly brightened up.

“You guys are such fucking wimps.” You rolled your eyes as you made your way towards the stairs.

Baze chuckled, “We love you Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and continued on your way, stopping by Casie’s room to see if she was asleep. To your surprise, she wasn’t.

“Hey sweet girl,” you whispered as you entered her room, “why are you still up?”

She smiled a little when she saw you. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m really worried about Dad.”

You leaned on her doorframe, sending her a sad smile. “I am too. But he’ll be okay. Your dad’s pretty tough.”

“I know,” she sighed, “but he really liked Megan.”

“Did you?” You ask, trying to gauge her emotions.

“I mean, I guess so. She was nice to me. Most of his girlfriends aren’t that nice to me.”

“That’s a pretty shitty way to measure if you like someone or not.” She giggles at that. “Don’t tell your dad I said that word in front of you.”

“Ok. She was nice. And she made him happy so, yeah, I guess I liked her. Not as much as I like you but...” Casie’s voice got higher as she dragged out the last word and you just rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Casie had this fantasy of you and Colson getting married one day, but you always told her it would never happen.

“Ok kiddo, whatever you say.” You teased her, “try and get some sleep, okay?”

She nodded with a smile. “Are you gonna go talk to Dad?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay? If you need to come over and talk or stay the night or anything just call me, okay?”

“Okay. Love you.” She said quietly.

“Love you too, Case.”

You shut the door to her room, moving down the hallway to Colson’s door. You took a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for what was about to happen, and knocked.

“I told you guys to go the fuck away.” A muffled yet angry voice said from the opposite side of the door.

“It’s me, Cols. Y/N.” You said, hoping he could hear you.

When you got no response you asked, “Can I come in?”

A few more seconds of silence followed, and then the lock clicked and the door opened. You stood face-to-face with your best friend. His hair was a mess, falling in his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever, and the frown he wore made him look even more pathetic. You felt your heart breaking.

As you met his eyes, you gave him a sad smile. “Hey Cols.”

Instead of responding, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

He started walking backwards, pulling you with him as he continued to hug you. One of his hands pushed the door shut and he sat on his bed, finally letting go of you.

You looked down at him, grabbing his hand and holding it in your own. It was something you had done before, you two were very touchy people and so half of your friendship was just you two cuddling or play fighting or holding hands.

“So we can do one of three things,” you started, “We can talk about it, we can cuddle and watch something stupid and pretend nothing’s wrong, or we can get high and do something stupid.”

For the first time in what you would imagine to be all night, Colson smiled. it was a very small smile, but you took it.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “And by stupid you mean...”

You rolled your eyes, “I mean we can go set off bottle rockets in the backyard or try to jump off your roof and into the pool.”

“Oh damn. I was hoping you were gonna say you would suck my dick.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness and the implication. You shoved his shoulder, “Colson! That’s gross!” You giggled, but his expression was unwaveringly serious.

“I’m being serious.” He deadpanned and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Colson what the fuck?” Your mind was spinning trying to figure out if he was joking.

You got your answer when he stood up, grabbing your waist and leaning over you. “I thought you’d want to...”

You took in a breath at the sudden proximity, trying to back away from him but his grip remaining firmly on your waist. “Colson, stop. Please. This isn’t funny.”

You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you had to keep reminding yourself of that fact. He’s drunk, and sad, and doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“I thought you’d want to, cause it’ll make me happy. And you’ll do anything to make me happy.” One of his hands reached up and grabbed your jaw, making sure you couldn’t look away.

“Colson you’re being a fucking weirdo, let me go.” You raised your voice. Your heart was racing at this point and the thoughts flowing around your head were not pretty.

You were always anxious for the day he’d figure you out. When he’d finally realize how you felt for him. But this was worse than anything you’d thought of.

“You’ll do anything to make me happy because you love me, right?”

You felt tears stinging in your eyes, wanting nothing more but to look away from his sinister expression. The way he was looking at you made it very clear that he was enjoying your discomfort, your embarrassment.

“Colso-”

He walked forwards, pushing you gently against the wall. His arms went to either side of you, his face inches from yours. You tried to look away, but his hand on your jaw forced you to face him.

Any other time you would have loved for Colson to pin you against his wall, but this was wrong.

“Just say it. Say you’re in love with me, and I’ll drop it.”

“Colson, what the fuck are you on right now?” You tried to steer the topic away from you, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Say it.”

You reached up to try and push his chest away from you, but he was much taller and stronger than you, so you did nothing.

“Just tell me!” He yelled at your silence. A tear slipped down your cheek as you trembled under him. His face was red and his eyes were watering.

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered. This all felt like a bad dream, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

“Because I need to know if she was right.” His voice got a little quieter, but he still wouldn’t move away from you. “I need to know if the reason the love of my fucking life just left me is true.”

You were shaking, your breaths getting shorter. “What are you talking about.” Your words were choked. The grip on your jaw started to get a little too tight.

“I defended you!” He yelled, tears falling from his face. “She told me that you were in love with me and I defended you.”

“Colson you’re hurting me.” You whined, trying to wriggle your way out of his grasp. He ignored your statement and continued talking, but his grip loosened slightly.

“And then she told me that she thinks I’m in love with you.” His voice was getting darker. “And that’s why she left. So I want to make it very clear to you.” He paused, leaning closer to your ear. “I will never love you. Ever. Not now, not in a million lifetimes. You mean nothing to me.”

Your vision was blurry from your tears, so you blindly reached out to push him away from you. His body seemed to have given up, as he moved backwards out of your way, stumbling slightly. Through your tears you could make out a smug smile on the man before you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

You ran down the stairs, the guys waiting for you to give them good news, but their hope turned to concern once they saw you. You walked straight past them towards the door, not trusting yourself to say anything without breaking completely.

As you reached for the door handle you heard a faint yell from upstairs, followed by loud banging, and then silence. You sniffled, turning the handle and leaving the house, much to the protest of your friends.

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