#crow if you got down to the bottom of these tags I just gotta say your like

[isthatafuckinggayangel]

Eyes Like Moons

Pairing: Milo Greer/Sam Collins

Wordcount: ~1.1k

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Milo showering Sam with compliments, Dorks in Love, Light Teasing, they're just being sweet that's the fic, reference to Sam's turning, Self-Indulgent

A/N: I've had this ship rattling around my brain for a couple weeks now and no one had written anything for it, so here I am with both a fic and a drawing. First Redacted fan art, fuck yeah

(Read on AO3)

Milo shifted bit, refocusing his gaze from Sam’s left eye to his right. “Shhh, I gotta memorize your eyes.”

He grinned. “What for?”

“Well for one, I can’t help it if I wanna stare into these gorgeous eyes all day.” He moved closer, thighs pressed tight on either side of Sam’s hips. “Second, I just gotta know. Gotta be able to picture ‘em in perfect detail whenever I wanna.”

Sam chuckled. “What are you doin’, darlin’?”

Milo had been straddling Sam’s legs for a while now, staring into his eyes while his fingers intermittently traced parts of Sam’s face and ran through his hair. He occasionally muttered under his breath, and while Sam could never catch all of it, what he could catch was always something sweet. Sam had instinctively grabbed Milo’s hips when he’d sat down on him where he'd been resting on the couch after trimming some of the low branches in the yard. Every time he caught him muttering something he would rub his thumbs back and forth over the skin his hands had landed on. He'd indulged him for a while, letting him do as he pleased since he didn't seem to be under any duress. It had been long enough without any explanation that he just had to ask.

Milo shifted bit, refocusing his gaze from Sam’s left eye to his right. “Shhh, I gotta memorize your eyes.”

He grinned, his silent laugh making his shoulders shake. “What for?”

“Well for one, I can’t help it if I wanna stare into these gorgeous eyes all day.” He moved closer, thighs pressed tight on either side of Sam’s hips. He pressed a quick kiss to Sam's lips before pulling back to focus on his goal again. “Second, I just gotta know. Gotta be able to picture ‘em in perfect detail whenever I wanna.”

Sam hummed, shaking his head slightly with a sweet, if not self-deprecating, smile. “Darlin’, these eyes ain’t nothin’ special. They’re just the same color as every other vamps’.”

“You may say they're the same color, but you have to at least admit the pattern is different.” Milo cupped Sam’s face in his right hand, his left trailing his index finger from Sam’s brow down to the tip of his nose before moving under his eye. “There’s not much of that red color in ‘em. Your left eye has a larger speck of it toward the bottom edge, closer to the outer corner of your eye than the center. The most beautiful silver color,” his finger moved from the center of his lower lid across to the corner and he pressed a kiss to his forehead, “the way light catches on them and makes ‘em practically glow,” a kiss to his brow, “these crows feet you’ve got from how much you smile,” cupping Sam's jaw and pressing a kiss to the corner of his eye.

Sam ducked his head into Milo's chest, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“Nooo, don’t hide those eyes from me, I’m not done.” Milo whined dramatically, gently holding Sam’s face in both of his hands and guiding him back to making eye contact. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across his cheekbones. Sam’s hands gripped his hips a bit tighter at the motion, trying to ground himself a bit. He still wasn't used to all of the sweet treatment Milo gave him despite how long they'd been together.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart. Always takes my breath away.” He pressed another kiss to Sam’s cheek. “These eyes… god, they're practically moons, babe.”

Sam’s breath hitched and he buried his head in the crook of Milo’s neck.

“Sweetheart, please-“ Milo quietly begged.

“Just gimme a sec, alright darlin’? I just need… just a second. Please.” Sam spoke softly.

That comparison made his heart leap. The moon meant a lot to shifters as a whole, but especially so for Milo. Milo, who’d always ranted and raved about how the best things always happened when the moon was out, Milo who always wanted to shift during a full moon just for the fun of it, Milo who held certain traditions surrounding the moon so incredibly close to his heart because it made him feel closer to his wolf and the pack. Milo didn’t compare things to the moon lightly. Only the things he held closest to his heart got that honor.

He took a deep breath, then leaned back again to look Milo in the eye. Milo’s brow was furrowed, a concerned look on his face. Afraid he’d pushed too much.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re just too damn nice to me, darlin’.”

“No such thing.”

Sam smiled, a small thing, but one that held so much emotion. All the good he’s felt in being with his mate. He didn’t normally have the words to fully describe how he felt, often defaulting to physical affection or acts of service as a means to express his love. In this moment though, in light of Milo’s comparison, he knew exactly how to describe it. Something he used to hold just as close to his heart. Something he saw every time he looked at Milo.

“You’re my sun, you know.”

Milo raised his brow, a sly grin on his face. “I’m gonna kill ya if you’re around me too much?”

Sam lightly smacked his thigh with a laugh, his head once again burrowing in the crook of his neck for a moment. “You ass.”

“You love my ass and you know it.”

He looked up into Milo’s eyes. “Yeah. But I love you far more.”

Milo chuckled a bit, then seemed to get more serious. “Walk me through that one? I don’t know that I’m quite catchin’ your drift on it.”

Sam leaned back against the back of the couch and reached up to cup Milo’s cheek. “You light up my world, darlin’. You make everything feel… warm. Warm, and gentle, and so fuckin' sweet. It’s not something I’ve been able to feel for a while now. It's something I used to bask in every spare second I had. Be it a passing moment while I was swapping an engine or laying in the grass just for the fun of it. The sun was taken from me when…” he hesitated, “when I was turned. But you brought it back. You brought back that piece that I’ve been missing for so many years. Everything is… bright. Golden. Shining. All because of you. You’re my sun, Milo. Even if I can't go outside during the day to feel it, I feel it every time I get to hold you.”

Tears welled in Milo’s eyes. “ Christ, Sam. Really know how to make a guy emotional.” He chuckled as Sam ran his thumbs under his eyes, preventing the tears from falling. “And you said I'm too sweet to you.”

“Milo.”

“Samuel,” Milo teased back.

They both laughed quietly, wrapping each other in their arms and holding each other close. Kisses passed between lips.

“I love you, darlin’. More than anything.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. So damn much.”

#screaming and crying i love them so much #they're perfect and I adore them #redacted fanfic #redacted fanart #redacted sam collins #redacted sam #redacted milo greer #redacted milo #sam collins/milo greer #sam collins fanart #milo greer fanart #I think that's good for tags??? maybe???

[fandomdrawinganddoodles]

Um I made a little snrow minion! Their name is Xiǎo xīngxīng (little star in Chinese) the only reason I ended up going with that name is cause it sounded quite silly and I loved it cause of that

(I’ve been meaning to do so, but art block is a big meanie)

Anywho uh, here they are, their just a little blind bean, they love anything involving space!

And um, I guess I should uh @crowfry​, since well, you know!

I hope it’s okay! And I hope everyone that sees this has a wonderful and fantastic day!

#hhh- #im so nervous about notifying them I exist again #i feel like I’m ruining the lil trio they had going on #but also im scheduling this from like #2:27 am so?? #and sorry if like I made this right after the whole snrow thing #but I hope you like it! #i felt proud of the design #and I’m debating if I just forgot to draw the hands or if their hand privileges were revoked as well #their mostly all cloth so ye! #thats mainly it #ahit #ahit oc #??? #i don’t know if they count #hhh- why do I try to communicate with such cool people!! #crow if you got down to the bottom of these tags I just gotta say your like #really ultra cool #like #one of my huge inspirations to continue to do art #and your also really kind?? Like #seriously your a really cool amazing and talented person #like I’ve already said that multiple times but #i just want to burn it into your mind that your awesome #cause you are. No matter what anyone else says #your super cool and the world is blessed to have you on it #a hat in time #Xiǎo xīngxīng

[thewebcomicsreview]

The Promotion

For the first time in the five years, the Burnmax Deadly Acid Factory whirred to life. After OSHA found out that none of the catwalks over the coverless vats of acid had guard rails, the factory had been shut down so fast they never even drained the tanks, which still burbled threateningly. Murderize wasn't sure if it was actually still dangerous. It made sense to him that Deadly Acid left out in the open would turn bad, like milk, but if the new boss wanted the mayor's daughter slowly lowered into a vat of acid, he wasn't going to say no to a paycheck. Times had been tough for henchmen ever since the new crew of masks hit town. His old crew, Mutilate and Comeuppance, were stuck in the Asylum now, and he was lucky to get a C-list criminal like Doctor Funkenstein to work for, even if the pay was worse and the bell-bottoms looked dumb and the free-love orgies had to be cancelled because there weren't any girls. Still beat working for Catboy.

The mayor's daughter, Barbara Whatsherface, was doing a good job of being tied up and screaming, though. Sometimes you'd kidnap a woman and she'd just cry or something and sticking her in a deathtrap got awkward. Non-consensual actors rarely stuck to their roles, not that Muderize cared, but the bosses always got mad when it happened. God forbid a big dramatic crime have victims who didn't resist being murdered in a fun way. "MMMMM! MMMMM!" screamed the mayor's daughter through her gag. It was real convincing, which was one of the advantages of using real victims and actually trying to kill them.

Doctor Funkenstein flipped the switch. "It's Alive! Alive! But soon, my dear, you won't be!" he said, which was a bit weak. He was clearly more committed to the "Funk" than the "enstein" of his gimmick. A tall lanky man in a purple suit and labcoat with a large disco ball for a head, Funkenstein was kind of a terrible boss to work with. Not deadly enough to be thrilling, not funny enough to be a good time, not quite thematically cohesive enough to get the good headlines. He'd been working on this rebrand for weeks, and hoped it would get him the success so many had expected of him two years ago. Murderize was unconvinced, but he wasn't paid to think. The mayor's daughter was halfway down. Murderize flicked his cigarette into an acid vat and unbuttoned his shirt. If the good guys wanted to save dear sweet Brenda or whatever, they were running out of time. Sometimes you actually got away with crimes and then you got to go home early.

CRASH!

Glass rained down from the broken skylight as the Wonder Five dropped in to save the day. Damn it.

Wonder Red landed on the catwalk before him. The founder and the leader of the group, he was still a dork in his red spandex onesie and motorcycle helmet. Wonder Red had hoped the other Wondernauts would change their names to be Wonder Blue and the like, but none of them did, and he just looked like a cosplayer who wandered into an actual superteam by mistake.

"Disco is dead, Doctor Funkenstein", said Wonder Red, "And so are your plans for world domination!"

"You're the one who's dead, Dunder Red", shouted Doctor Funkenstein, "For you've walked straight into my Saturday Night Deathtrap!". He leaned back, and lasers spewed in all directions from his disco ball head.

Muderize let the leaders have their fun. With hero teams as with villains, the henchmen were the ones doing the real work. Already Snakes flew into the mayors daughter, cutting the ropes with his teeth and he carried her off to safety. When Already Snakes flew off with your girl, you were never getting her back, so Muderize fired his Disco Gun (which was just a glock with glitter on it) at Animal Cracker, who cracked some birds into existence in the path of the bullets.

The birds disappeared in a puff of smoke, which hid Animal Cracker, but Murderize had fought these guys enough times to know AC liked to land an elephant on people, and ran out of the way. The elephant slammed into the ground, broke its legs, and poofed out of existence. AC dropped gracefully to the ground, and threw up a Gorilla Shield fast enough to block the second and third bullets Murderize fired, but not the first one, which grazed his arm. As the gorilla poofed, AC jumped behind a one of the acid vats. Shooting a giant vat of acid was a rookie move, so Murderize took cover himself. The two women members of the Wonder Five were busy with the other henches. Pink Moon had managed to pick out the rookies and was doing the "Oh no, I'm a poor defenseless girl what will I do" act, which every henchman fell for the first time. The smarter henches were left to Sorcera.

Murderize suddenly realized that a whole entire hero was dedicated to fighting just him. He tried not to get emotional about it, but if the Wonder Five had elevated him in their minds from henchman to miniboss, that could open up all kinds of career opportunities for him, especially having scored a wound.

Of course, scoring a kill, even against Animal Cracker, would do even more. He shook himself a little to get his head back in the game. AC had been hiding behind that vat for too long. He was up to something.

He barely had time to finish thinking before a murder of crows shot out from both sides of the barrel. He knew that Animal Cracker's animals got weaker the more of them he summoned, and that just the sound of a gunshot would be enough to dispel them. This was a distraction, AC wanted him to fire wildly at the birds from a distance. He was too smart for that. He waited for the birds to get close before firing, and made sure to aim his gun away from the acid tank while keeping an eye on it to make sure Animal Cracker didn't bail. Bang. One shot, and all the birds poofed into a big cloud.

A big cloud directly on top of him, obscuring his vision. Shit. He coughed, and tried to see which way the inevitable charging rhino would come from so he could dodge it. He didn't see it. He felt it, though. Hurt just as bad as the last time he got Rhino'd. He flew into a piece of machinery, and collapsed to the ground in pain. He blindly groped for his gun, but the only thing he felt was Animal Cracker slapping the cuffs on.

"I tagged you, though", said Murderize, as AC finished handcuffing him. AC said nothing, but there was no denying the nasty gash on his shoulder. "Gotta report that".

Animal Cracker sighed. "Yeah, yeah". Above them, the music stopped. Seemed like Doctor Funkenstein's Dancing Queen's Gambit had failed. He's barely lasted longer in a fight than Murderize himself did, even if it was against the star.

"You gotta tell 'em. Come on! You gotta tell 'em Murderize tagged you!"

"I'm not your PR guy, man"

"Come on, make me look cool and it'll make you look cooler for beating me. We both win!"

"You know how you could really win? By giving up a life of crime"

"Bro. C'mon. Bro".

There was a long pause. Socera broke it, swooping down with six experienced henchmen tied up behind her in magical ropes. Pink Moon was with her, carrying eight rookies in a net. "Yo, AC. You only got one?", Sorcera said, smirking.

Animal Cracker looked at Murderize for a moment, then at Pink Moon, before turning to Sorcera. "This isn't just a henchman, Sorcera. This is Murderize. He's.....he's a mini-boss". He pointed at the gash in his arm "Tagged me and everything"

Murderize looked down at the ground, trying not to let Sorcera see him smile

#My Writing #Short Story #Wonder Five #I wrote this in one hour on the discord just to get something creative done

[max-is-tired]

They can tell you that it’s righteous

Fandom: Dream SMP

Prompt: Kidnapping ( @badthingshappenbingo )

A/N: Aaand I’m back on my writing bullshit, let’s go. I started plotting this fic back in January, so it only follows canon up until Doomsday/Techno and Phil finding the portal room, but at least it’s finally done!

Obligatory tags of people who asked: @deadonmercury @littlecatninja​

Warnings: hostage situation, blood, violence, mention of skin melting off, antagonist Quackity, drowning, temporary character death (gotta love respawning), near death experience, beheading.

Read on AO3!!

It had started like such a good day for Ranboo. The sun was shining bright in the sky, the SMP seemed to be at relative peace for once, and there were plenty of grass blocks lying around and waiting to be picked up. So yeah, great day!

Ranboo knew this peace probably wouldn't last long, not with these lands' track record of starting conflicts and trying to kill people on a weekly basis. But when the afternoon rolled around and random explosions had yet to start filling the sky with smoke, the hybrid felt pretty confident that, at least for that day, things were looking up.

The problem was that, by thinking on those lines, Ranboo ended up forgetting the most important rule of the server, the one rule he'd promised himself he would not break, no matter what.

Never, ever lower your guard, especially in times of peace.

He didn't even notice the person sneaking up on him until the very last second. One moment, he was crouching down, happily patting the grass block he'd just placed on the ground and the next, there was a shadow looming over him, the familiar shape of small, feathered wings being the only thing he managed to discern before a sudden, excruciating pain in the back of his head made his vision go white.

Ranboo groaned, stumbling on the ground while his vision wobbled and filled with dark spots. Dark, dirty sneakers stopped just in front of his head, but try as he might, the hybrid couldn't bring himself to move his head enough to look up, the mere thought of it making him wince.

"Sorry Ranboo, nothing personal," a familiar voice muttered, drawing a confused whine out of the kid. After that, everything went black.

+++

Technoblade had been feeling on edge all day -which, by itself, wasn't such a strange occurrence. Being on edge was a given for him, what with the voices in his head constantly chanting for blood and half of the server seemingly having a personal vendetta against him.

Listen, okay, he did blow up their precious country -but only after they decided that a corrupt government was the way to go and, you know, tracked him down while he was in retirement to try and execute him. He felt like the retaliation was kind of deserved.

Still, Techno didn't give much weight to the feeling. He'd learned to never let his guard down after the butcher army, and if someone decided to be stupid enough to attack him in his own home, they'd have to deal with him, Philza, and the small army of hounds living in the pen outside, plus the polar bears. The entirety of the SMP could attack them and he'd be able to at least hold them off enough to get away.

So, Techno spent most of the day chilling, for once, sitting on his couch with a book and Steve curled up nearby while Phil worked on some blueprints for a project of his.

"You keep that up, you're going to end up building a whole city down in that abandoned fortress," he commented, huffing in amusement as the older looked up from the table to glare at him.

"Oh, you shut up," Phil retorted, pointing at him with the quill in his hand. "Do you want the syndicate room to look decent or not? Because if you prefer I can just wing it-" chat cackled at the unintentional pun, much to Techno's dismay- "and have it turn out whatever."

Techno squinted at his friend. "You wouldn't."

"You sure about that, mate?" Phil grinned back, the picture of innocence. Which, when it came to him, meant he absolutely would, the fucker.

"Alright, alright," Techno huffed, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, "leave the old man to his planning, got it."

Phil snorted, pushing his chair back as he stood up. "Now you listen here, you little shit-"

The sound of tapping on glass distracted them from the discussion, attracting their attention to the kitchen window. There, perched on the windowsill, stood one of Phil's crows, holding something in its beak.

After exchanging a curious glance with Techno, the older went to retrieve the bird, opening the window enough to let it hop in. Giving the crow a few pats on the head, he reached for the object, raising an eyebrow when he realized it was, in fact, a folded piece of paper. 

Intrigued, Techno watched as Phil opened the message, his eyes quickly scanning the paper before widening slightly in alarm. Well, that wasn't good.

"Mate, I think you might want to take a look at this," Phil called, urgency obvious in his voice and that really, really wasn't good.

Techno sighed, slipping the bookmark back in his book before standing up. Guess he could say goodbye to his plans for a chill afternoon.

Hello, Technoblade,

heard you guys took in a little stray -should have known, traitors tend to stick together, don't they? Well, jokes on you, I've got him now. Get to the coordinates listed at the bottom of this note, alone and unarmed, before sundown, or Ranboo gets it. An eye for an eye, that's how the saying goes, right?

See you soon,

Q

+++

Techno had been already halfway out of the house the second he finished reading the note, Phil hot on his heels.

"I'm not letting you go alone," the older stated, already reaching for his coat.

"Well, you'll have to," Techno countered.

"You can't go in without backup, especially unarmed and not knowing what to expect!"

"Oh trust me, I'll be anything but unarmed," Techno huffed, letting the axe Ranboo had gifted him slide in his inventory. "I can use the element of surprise, I'll be fine. But the second Quackity sees you, Ranboo is going to be in hot shit, and we don't even know where he's keeping him."

Phil glared, his lips pursed in a displeased frown before sighing in defeat. "That doesn't mean I have to like it."

Techno sent him an apologetic glance, quickly fastening his coat on before stepping down the porch.

"I'll keep my communicator on the whole time," he promised, walking towards the stasis chamber and reaching for one of his ender pearls, "I'll get there, grab Ranboo, kill Quackity if I can and the second I text you you're gonna teleport us back."

"Sounds like a plan," Philza sighed. "Be careful, okay mate?"

"When am I ever not?" Techno smirked. "we'll be back before you know it, old man."

"Fuck off and go save our neighbor, you ass!"

Techno cackled, shaking his head as he set off towards the Nether portal.

Save Ranboo!

Protectiveblade

Blood for the blood god

Techno shook his head, pushing the voices back as he forced himself to keep a clear head. He was pissed, sure, but he knew men like Quackity -he'd met a lot of them in his life, and all of them had fallen under his sword. He would be no different.

The Nether travel didn't take that long, and after that, all he had to do was follow his compass towards the coordinates he'd been given. Techno found himself feeling glad the place wasn't all too far away, seeing how the sun had just started dipping below the horizon when he finally stepped out of the forest.

"Man, look who is here, our guest of honor!" Quackity exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he turned to look at him. "Technoblade, how nice of you to join us, I was starting to think you wouldn't come, after all."

Distantly, Techno could hear the ocean waves crashing against the rocks under them, the occasional droplets of water reaching the top of the cliff they were currently on. Quackity was standing just near the edge, gusts of wind ruffling the feathers of his duck wings and trying to slip the beanie off his head -all it would take was a misstep, a small push, and he would plummet towards the unforgiving water below.

But what actually got the piglin's attention was the small structure he could see just behind the man, a small, locked cage rigged with redstone dangling well over the edge and above the crashing waves. And just inside of it, slumped against the metal bars, laid an unconscious Ranboo, left with no armor on but his clothes.

"What did you do to him," he demanded, not even bothering to tear his gaze away from the cage that reminded him too much of the day the butcher army had come for him.

"Ah, watch your tone, Blade," Quackity tutted, a smirk evident in his voice, "all I need is pull this lever, and the kid falls down into the ocean. I heard he doesn't do well in water without his armor… we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Techno snapped his head towards Quackity, baring his tusks in a silent threat.

"I'm here, I followed your stupid directions," he growled, barely able to keep himself from cutting Quackity's head clean off like the voices wanted him to, "now let Ranboo go."

The duck hybrid tilted his head to the side, feigning confusion. "And why would I do that, Technoblade? He's a traitor, he needs to be punished as one."

"A traitor to what?!" Techno asked, bewildered. "L'Manburg is gone, Quackity!"

"And whose fault is that?!" Quackity shouted. "Uh? Remind me, oh great Technoblade, who here razed an entire country to the ground not once, but fucking twice? Please, enlighten me!"

"Government corrupts," Techno answered, his voice low and dangerous, "L'Manburg was rotten to its core, look at what it did to you, to Tubbo, to Tommy! It needed to go."

Quackity laughed, throwing his head back as the wind kept howling around them.

"Oh, yeah?" he grinned, throwing his arms open. "Well, that's my old home you're talking about. And if it was rotten, well, then so am I."

Before Techno could even react, Quackity reached to his side, wrapping his hand around the lever connected to the redstone of the cage. And then, still grinning from ear to ear, he pulled.

"Ranboo!" Techno shouted, watching helplessly as the kid plummeted down towards the ocean water. Quackity's laughter mixed with the howling wind, crazed and high-pitched and making Techno's blood boil.

Ruby red eyes settled on the laughing man, filling with bloodlust as the familiar weight of an axe appeared in his hand.

The voices were growing louder by the second, feeding on his fury and chanting for blood. And this time, Technoblade didn't bother holding them back.

+++

Ranboo woke up to muffled voices, yelling from somewhere in front of him. He didn't know what was happening, or where he was -the voices were somewhat familiar, yes, but he couldn't place them for the life of him and as it was, he could barely even catch a word every four, with how loud the wind was.

Normally, something like this wouldn't have failed to send him spiraling into a panic -he hated not knowing, not being aware of his own surroundings or how he got there in the first place. But his brain felt fuzzy, off-kilter, the only thing he could focus on being the dull throbbing coming from the back of his head. Ender, it hurt.

Fighting down a small whine, Ranboo pried his eyes open, pushing against the sluggishness to try and at least make some sense out of the situation he'd found himself in. His vision was fuzzy, but he could somewhat make out two figures standing somewhere in front of him.

One was standing with his back on him, decked in the familiar iridescent purple of an enchanted netherite armor. The other was a little farther away, enough so that to Ranboo, they looked like nothing more than a blurred blob of amassed colors. Pink was very prominent, followed by something red flowing on their back -they felt familiar, safe, causing Ranboo to relax almost on instinct.

"Technoblade...?" he slurred, confused. What was Techno doing there? They weren't in the Antarctic, there was no snow around them.

Before he could properly think of a reason, however, Ranboo felt the floor suddenly disappear from under him, fear shooting up his spine as he started plummeting down into the abyss. He didn't even have the time to make a sound before something dark and cold enveloped him, shocking him awake as he got twirled and smacked around.

A few seconds of shocked bliss passed, and then everything started burning.

It felt like he'd fallen in a pit of fire, the flames licking at every ounce of his skin as if trying to melt it directly off his body. Ranboo opened his mouth, trying to scream as the pain overwhelmed him in the worst way possible, only for something to fill his mouth and throat, choking him and only strengthening his growing panic.

He was going to die. He was going to die, alone in this darkness, he needed to get out, out, out-

Ranboo crashed on the hard, unforgiving ground, coughing harshly as water rushed out of his airways. Cold, frigid air hit his skin, soothing the burns and making the pain a little more bearable. He could breathe. He could breathe.

Ranboo slumped to the floor, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to get his racing heartbeat under control. He had to fight even just to keep his eyes open, exhaustion weighing him down until he could barely move his head, let alone think about standing up.

A white, furry snout filled his vision, curiously sniffing at his face. Ranboo blinked, a startled sound escaping his lips. The dog blinked back, tilting its head to the side.

"What…?" he whispered, wincing at how hoarse his voice came out. Ender, his throat hurt.

Another snout appeared above his head. And then another, and another, the sound of barking finally reaching his ears. Where- where was he, exactly?

Before he could try and come up with an answer, Ranboo heard the sound of a door opening, followed by a sharp gasp and hurried footsteps.

"Ranboo?"

The hybrid squinted in confusion, immediately recognizing the voice.

"Phil?"

+++

No matter what tricks he might have had up his sleeve, Quackity couldn't stand a chance against an angry, vengeful Technoblade. It took him barely minutes to sink his axe through the other's neck, slicing his head clean off and sending it rolling on the ground under their feet. Techno barely watched as the lifeless body slumped down, ignoring his communicator vibrating with the death message as he raced to the cliff. He knew, he knew there was no way Ranboo had survived a fall like that, but he had to check, had to make sure. 

Crashing waves and wet, glistening rocks were the only things staring back, destroying whatever hope he might have had. Someone more impulsive would have jumped off, in a desperate hope to find the kid still struggling against the current, but Techno knew better.

The ocean was unforgiving, and for someone like Ranboo, even more so.

He sighed, stepping back from the edge and turning around. Quackity's body wasn't there anymore, having disappeared as the respawn mechanics worked their magic -if the man was smart, he wouldn't dare bother Techno again, not unless he wanted to lose his last life and find out how permadeath felt like.

In theory, Techno knew that Ranboo's death wasn't permanent. The kid still had all of his lives, at least before this, and the SMP would bring him back soon enough. Respawning sucked, though -it left you aching and in pain for days on end as your body stitched itself back together after whatever trauma had taken away one of your lives. It was a painful process, gruesome at times, and one Techno wished Ranboo didn't have to go through.

Especially not when it was his fault.

Ignoring the guilt pooling heavily in his gut, Technoblade reached for his communicator, intending to text Phil to bring him back. As it turned out, however, his friend had beat him to it, blowing up his notifications with hurried messages. Guilt now replaced with worry, Techno tapped the screen, reading through the chat.

[Philza] Techno

[Philza] Techno what the fuck

[Philza] Ranboo is here, he's in the dog pen

[Philza] Jesus christ he's covered in burns what the fuck happened

[Philza] Technoblade you better answer your fucking communicator right now or so help me god I will fly there, find you, and drag your ass home myself

[Philza] I saw the kill message where the fuck are you

Techno blinked, staring at the messages with wide eyes. What?

[Philza] Techno, I know you're reading these, answer me right now

[Technoblade] im omw

+++

When Techno slammed the door of his cabin open, he didn't know what he was expecting. A dead body in the middle of respawning, maybe, with Phil watching over it like a silent guardian angel.

He certainly wasn't expecting to walk in on Phil wrapping gauze around what looked like the entirety of Ranboo's body, the bandages visible for the world to see with the simple shirt and pants the kid was now wearing.

Techno barely spared a glance to the pile of soaked clothes lying on his floor, raking his eyes over the enderman hybrid as he tried to work the surprise out of his system. Fine is the farthest adjective the piglin would use to describe Ranboo right at that moment, seeing how his entire body was covered in gauze and he was holding a pack of ice to the back of his head, but he was alive and breathing and for once in his life, Techno had no fucking clue about how that was possible.

"Fucking hell, kid," he groaned, letting his cloak fall to the floor as he trudged inside the house. "You'll give me a heart attack, one of these days."

Ranboo winced as Technoblade slumped on the couch, still a little dazed from the hit to his head.

"Sorry," he muttered, breaking into a coughing fit immediately after.

"Don't force your throat, mate, you gotta let it rest," Phil scolded gently, sending Techno a small glare. "We're just glad you're okay -or, well, as okay as you can be right now."

Ranboo hesitantly looked up, looking at Philza and then at Techno. The piglin nodded in silent agreement and watched as the kid seemed to slump on himself in relief, the tension leaving his body at once. Was it really that surprising, that they'd grown to care for him enough to be worried about his well-being?

The two men exchanged a worried glance, silent words passing between them. Then, Phil nodded to himself, tying up the last of the gauze around Ranboo's forearm before heading to the kitchen.

"How do you guys feel about some tea?" he asked, pulling down a kettle and three mugs. "I'd say we could all do with something warm right now."

Techno made a noise of affirmation, watching with amusement as Ranboo snorted and nodded in agreement.

Maybe things weren't okay just yet, but this? This was a start.

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[cassiabaggins]

An Extra Burglar Chapter Four: A Difference in Cultures

A/N: Happy Fili Friday, guys! I hope you enjoy this, it’s got that sweet, sweet Fili content, like we all adore! Let me know if you want to be tagged!!!!

Warnings: n/a

Rating: K-T

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Summary: Cassia is fished out of the river, gets herself in a predicament or two, and bonds with Fili and Kili

“Cassia!”

“Come on, wake up!”

“Come on, lass, breathe!” 

“Cassia!” Something thumps hard against her chest and she gasps, choking. Strong arms flip her over and she vomits up what feels like an entire gallon of water into the mud. As she throws up, feeling seeps back into her body. She’s freezing, her clothes soaked through, her throat and nose are burning and her head aches furiously.

“Are you all right?” Bilbo asks, pushing her sodden curls off her forehead. Cassia shakes her head.

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

“Aye,” Thorin says, for he had been the one to wake her up, “You’ve a nasty bump. I’ll have Oin take a look at it.”

Bilbo pulls Cassia into his arms as Thorin leaves. “I hit my head when I went under,” Cassia tells him as he drapes a blessedly dry blanket around her shoulders.

“Ah,” he replies, “You’re lucky Fili fished you out.”

“He did?”

“Yes. Nearly drowned himself in the process. He went right back in for Kili after he got you out.”

“Oh no!” Cassia gasps, sitting up and throwing her blanket off. “Kili! Is he..?”

“The lads are fine,” Oin assures her, trundling over with his medical bag. “Wet, and significantly ruffled, but in much better shape than you.”

“Oh, good,” she sighs, peering over. Fili and Kili are sitting next to each other, appearing just as the medic said, but alive. Thorin is standing over them, clearly scolding them, and they have slightly sullen looks on their faces. Oin pokes at the bump on the back of Cassia’s head, and she winces. 

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, lass,” he says, “how do you feel? Any dizziness or nausea? Any part of your body tingling or feeling unusually week?”

Cassia shakes her head. “I mean, my head aches something awful, but I don’t feel dizzy, really.”

“Good, good. You don’t have a brain injury, then. Dry off and get warm. You should be fine.”

Cassia pulls the blanket she had thrown off back up around her shoulders, and moves closer to the fire Bifur has started. Thorin is still scolding Fili and Kili just beyond her.

“...foolish and irresponsible!” he’s saying, “you are old enough to know better, and when I allowed you to come on this quest I told you I expected a certain amount of level-headedness and responsibility!”

“But—” Fili starts.

Thorin talks right over him. “What would your mother say, if you didn’t come home safe? I promised to protect you and do you really want to leave her alone?”

“Did you just expect me to leave them to drown?!” Fili cries.

“Of course not! But I expect you think before you act! Don't be impulsive! For Mahal’s sake, lad! I’d expect something like this from your brother, but not from you! You’re the elder! You’re supposed to look out for him, but not at risk to yourself, you hear me?”

Kili opens his mouth, probably to protest being deemed the irresponsible one, when Cassia speaks up.

"I'm sorry," she says. Thorin turns and blinks at her. 

"For what?"

"It's my fault. I should have been more careful at the river, but I wasn't, and we lost all that food and—!"

The dwarf silences her with a hand on her shoulder. "Lass," he says seriously, "it wasn't your fault."

"But—!"

"Don't trouble yourself over it. Mistakes were made, they will not be made again."

Cassia blinks up at him, and then nods. "Oh, I, uh… thank you?"

Thorin nods and pats her shoulder once, sighing and turning back to his nephews. “I’ve been too hard on you. Fili, what you did was very brave, but next time, wait for help, understand? And Kili, be a little more careful, understand?”

The two of them nod. “Yes, uncle.”

“Good.” The older dwarf then moves on to discuss something with Balin. Cassia sits down next to Fili.

"I think," Kili says, "that's the closest Uncle's ever got to admitting something was his fault."

"Huh?" Bilbo asks, coming over to the three of them with bowls of stew.

"That was definitely Thorin-speak for 'this was my fault, I'm glad you didn't die because of it'," Fili says.

"You mean he doesn't blame me?" Cassia asks. "That's a relief."

"It's probably cuz you're a girl," Kili says. 

"What's that mean?"

"That's gotta be why he went easy on you," he continues, "because I can't think of anything else."

"Or I charmed him with my beauty," Cassia laughs.

Kili makes a face. "Eugh. He's so old though."

She laughs again. "I was joking."

The next few days pass without incident. One night Thorin sends Fili, Kili, and Cassia off to get firewood.

"How are you feeling?" Fili asks Cassia, falling back to walk beside her. She grins at him.

"I'm great!" she says. 

"Really?"

"Yes!" She beams at him. "I've been having the most fun I've had in forever! I'm seeing things I've never seen, experiencing things I've never experienced!"

"You almost drowned," he says.

"Only once."

Fili chuckles softly at that, then sobers, looking her in the eye. Cassia feels a little uncomfortable under his gaze and turns away. "You know," he says gently, "it's all right to not be all right."

She forces out a laugh. "Who said anything about not being all right? I'm perfectly fine!" She pats his arm. "Truly, Fili, you needn't worry."

With that, she trots off, calling for Kili. In truth, though, Cassia isn't fine at all, but she'd never tell anyone. Her companions don't need to know that sometimes she wakes up gasping from drowning in her dreams. 

"I bet I can gather more firewood than you, Kili!" She shouts. 

"No way!" He calls. "I'll beat you!"

Cassia sprints off. "Five minutes, we meet back here! Whoever has more wood wins!"

Cassia kind of, sort of wants to die. She has no idea how she gets into these kinds of predicaments, but her she is… in one. Somehow, the end of her braid slipped out of it’s updo and is now firmly tangled in a thorny bush. 

“Hey, Cassia!” Kili calls, “Where’d you go?”

“Cassia?” Fili shouts.

“I’m over here,” She cries to them. There’s the crunching of heavy dwarven boots over the forest floor and then their shadows fall over her.

"What are you doing?" Kili asks. Cassia glares. 

"You can't laugh," she says.

"Huh?"

"Just promise not to laugh!"

"All right! We promise, right Fee?"

"Aye."

Cassia looks away the best she can, the movement making her wince as it pulls on her hair. "I'm stuck," she says quietly.

"What do you mean, 'stuck'?" Kili asks.

"I mean I'm stuck!!!" She shrieks. "My hair is stuck in this bush and I can't get out!!!" Fili and Kili step back, startled. Then they snort.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm not!" Fili insists, biting his bottom lip in an effort to keep himself quiet.

"Yes, you are!" She wails. "I can tell!" Kili falls over cackling, making no effort to stifle his laughter. "Shut up, Kili! It’s not funny!”

“Yes it is!” he insists, “It’s hilarious!”

“No, it’s not!”

“It is a little,” Fili says. “How did you get in this situation, anyway?”

“None of your business!” she snaps, “Just get me out!”

Kili can barely stand, he’s laughing so hard, so Fili steps up to help Cassia. He gives her braid a little tug, and she yelps. 

“Don’t pull it!”

“Do you want to stay stuck forever?”

“Just be gentle, you monster!”

“Don’t be rude! Mahal’s beard, is this how you treat everyone who tries to help you?”

“Only the ones who laugh at me. Shut UP, Kili!!!”

Fili grumbles and crouches down so he has a better view, being a little more gentle as he works to untangle the burrs and sticks from her curls. “I think you may be more trouble than you’re worth,” he mumbles. Cassia smacks him. “Ow.”

“I can hear you, you know.” There’s a snapping noise, and some of the pressure on Cassia’s head lets up. “Oh! You got it!”

“Almost, just… a little… more…” There’s a bit more crackling and suddenly Cassia is free. She sits up with a whoop. 

“Freedom!” She crows, running a hand over her head. Burrs stick her fingers. “Well, mostly.”

Fili tugs at one of them, and she squeaks. “Ouch! Be careful!”

“Sorry,” he says. “I think you’ll need a comb to get out the rest.”

Kili, who had finally been calming down, takes one look at Cassia’s hair and bursts out laughing again. “You look like you’ve got a bird’s nest on your head!” 

Cassia leaps to her feet and lunges at him, snatching up a handful of burrs. “Get over here and see how you like it!”

Kili shrieks and dashes away, with Cassia in hot pursuit. Fili sighs and trots after them. 

Kili trips over a rock and tumbles head over heels back into the campsite and Cassia pounces on his back, holding him down and shoving her handful of burrs into his already tangled hair. “Take that!”

“Ack! How could you?!”

“Payback!”

“You’re a terror!”

“No more than you are!”

“Uh,” Bilbo says, the first to speak up. “What’s going on?”

“Revenge,” Cassia says, standing up and brushing off her skirts. “Well deserved revenge.”

“That’s a lot of burrs in your hair, lass,” Bofur says. Cassia blushes, remembering the state of her curls. 

“There was an incident with a bush,” Fili explains for her, dumping an armful of kindling next to the fire. “Here, I got this.”

“Oh,” Kili says, “I forgot about the firewood.”

“Me, too,” Cassia says, opening her pack and digging around in it.

“Clearly,” Thorin says drily. 

“Sorry,” She tells him sheepishly, pulling out a wooden comb and plopping down, starting to work the burrs and sticks out of her curls.  

“Oh, that is it!”Cassia shrieks, leaping to her feet and throwing her comb down. Fili, who had been dozing next to her, nearly jumps out of his skin, sending his pipe flying with a flurry of choking coughs. The other dwarves startle at the commotion, turning to stare at them. 

“What?!” he chokes, eyes watering, “What’s wrong?”

“I give up!” she cries, stomping over to her pack and opening it with a jerk. 

“You’ve still got burrs in your hair, though,” Kili says, patting his brother on the back. Fili had helped him get the debris out of his hair a while ago.

“I know! That’s what I’ve given up on!” Cassia says, dumping all of her belongings out onto her bedroll and digging through them.”

“So…” Fili says, shaking off Kili, “You’re just going to live with burrs in your hair for the rest of your life?”

“Of course not,” Cassia says, shaking out one of her skirts and tossing it aside. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You said you were giving up, though,” Kili reminds her.

“I know, I know… AHA!” She lets out a triumphant yell, holding aloft a pair of scissors. 

“What’re you going to do with those?” Fili queries, settling back down to relight his pipe. 

“I’m cutting my hair,” Cassia declares. There is an instant uproar. 

“What?!” Fili splutters, dropping his lit pipe in his lap. “OW!”

“You can’t!” Kili cries, as his brother leaps up and shakes coals off his trousers.

“How could you say that?!” Ori, who had been watching that all go down, butts in. 

“Miss Baggins,” Thorin says gravely, “If you feel ashamed about the incident at the river, it was an accident that could happen to anyone.”

Cassia blinks at him. “I’m sorry?”

“Aye!” Bofur adds, “it wasn’t your fault we lost all the food. Accidents like that happen all the time when you’re travelling!”

“There’s no need to cut your hair over it!” Balin puts in.

“That’s not…” Cassia starts, “There’s burrs in it.”

“I told you not to laugh at her, Kili,” Fili scolds, punching his brother in the gut. “Now look what you’ve done! You’ve shamed her!”

“Ow! I didn’t mean to!”

“Kili,” Thorin says, “Do you have something to do with this?”

“Of course not! Don’t blame me!”

“You teased her!” Fili says.

“So did you!”

Cassia is completely at a loss, looking around and blinking. Gandalf is no help at all, his eyes twinkling mirthfully, seeming quite content to let the craziness reign.

“I’m sorry,” Bilbo says, half shouting to be heard over the ruckus, “But what’s the problem?”

“She’s trying to cut her hair!” Kili cries, stuck in a headlock from his brother. 

“Aye!” Fili adds, “Tell her she can’t!”

“Oh,” Bilbo sighs, sitting back and relighting his pipe. “Is that all?”

“‘Is that all’!?” Dwalin roars, startling the hobbit quite badly and causing him to singe the end of his nose. “It’s her HAIR!”

“Yes…” Bilbo says slowly, rubbing the burnt appendage. “It most certainly is her hair. I don’t have any say in what she does with it.”

“But…” Fili starts, still holding Kili in a headlock.

“I’m beginning to think,” Cassia interrupts him, “That we have very different customs surrounding hair.” 

Fili is so shocked by this, he drops Kili, who lands in a heap in the dirt. “You mean for hobbits it’s not a disgrace to have your hair cut?”

“No? Why would it be?”

“Or your beard plucked?” Kili puts in, scrambling to his feet. 

“Kili, you don’t even have a beard,” she cries. He gasps, offended, and covers his scruffy chin.

“It’s coming in!”

“Hobbits don’t have any traditions surrounding beards because we don’t grow beards,” Bilbo says. 

“What?” Ori gasps, appalled. “None at all?”

“Of course not,” Bilbo sighs, “I’m fully grown and I haven’t got one and neither does any other hobbit.”

“Well,” Dwalin says, “We didn’t want to assume anything.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bilbo glares, looking almost fierce. 

“You don’t braid your loved one’s hair?” Kili asks, tugging on Cassia’s sleeve. “You don’t do First Braids? Or courting beads? Or Wedding braids?”

Cassia shakes him off, a little annoyed. “Of course not, Kili, I don’t even know what those things are.”

She stomps over to her brother and holds out the scissors. “Now that we’ve established the differences in our cultures concerning hair, Bilbo will you please cut these burrs out? They pinch!”

Her brother takes the scissors. “Sit down then. How short do you want it?”

“Just to my shoulders,” She replies, “Any shorter and I might give someone an aneurysm.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Bilbo asks, “You’ve been growing it out for a while.”

“I’m sure.” Cassia says. “I grew it out for a stupid reason anyway.”

.

The haircut turns out pretty nice regardless of the dwarves protestations, the ends of her curls just brushing the tops of her shoulders, with not a burr in it to be seen. Cassia quite likes it short like this. "Its so manageable," she sighs delightedly, tying it back in pigtails. "No more complicated updos for me, thanks."

The dwarves obviously don't know what to think about this development, those bold enough to stare doing so with wide eyes. 

"What?" She asks, glaring, "it's short now and theres nothing you can do about it, so stop staring!"

"I think it looks nice," Fili says reassuringly. 

She gives him a wide smile. "Thank you, Fili."

He clears his throat and looks away, his ears turning red. "Aye," he mumbles, "no problem."

Kili punches him in the shoulder, kind of out of the blue, and the two of them start arguing, drawing the Company's attention away from Cassia.

"Huh," Bilbo says.

"What?" she asks, fiddling with the ends of her hair.

"Nothing," he replies. "You look nice. It's been a while since you've had your hair this short. Brings back old times."

"Aw, thanks."

"Hey," Kili says, coming over and plopping down beside her on her log, holding a bowl of soup. "You mean you used to have hair this short?"

"Aye, when I was a child." She eyes the soup. "That for me? And weren't you just fighting with Fili?"

"Get your own," Kili says, holding his food away from her. 

"You owe me, though."

"I certainly do not!"

"You do! For teasing me!"

"Nuh-uh! Back off!"

"Don't try and fight him for that," Fili interrupts them, coming up with two bowls. He hands one to Cassia. "Here."

"Ooh, thanks," she gasps as he sits down on her other side. "You're my favorite dwarf."

He beams at her. "Really? Or are you joking?"

"I'm serious. You're the best, Fili."

"What am I then?" Kili asks, "chopped liver?"

Cassia sticks her tongue out at him.

"Is that a yes."

"Yes," she mumbles through a full mouth. 

"Rude," Kili sighs. 

She laughs and loops one arm through Fili's, leaning her head against his shoulder. 

He grins down at her. "Is it odd for me to ask why you grew your hair out? You said it was for a stupid reason."

Cassia blushes. "It's a little embarrassing, to be honest."

"You don't have to tell me," Fili says. 

"No," Kili interjects. "I wanna know why. Tell us!"

"Ugh," she grumbles, "fine, fine, but you can't tease me like last time, promise?"

"Promise," Fili says.

"Aye, we promise."

Cassia takes another bite of her soup. "I grew it out for a lad," she mumbles.

"No you didn't," Kili says."

"I'm serious!"

The two brothers stare at her, mouths half open in surprise. Cassia focuses on her food. "Well," Kili says. "What happened?!"

"Does it matter?"

"It matters! I want to know."

She sighs. "I wanted to get his attention, but he said he didn't like girls… like me."

"Like you?"

"Who went on adventures and caused trouble and had short hair. Can we stop talking about this?"

"So you grew your hair out to get his attention?"

"Yes! It was stupid!"

 "Did it work?" Kili presses, "did it?"

"Yes," she mumbles, putting her head on her knees. "I grew out my hair and stopped causing trouble and acted like a proper hobbit lass and it worked and he courted me for awhile. And then I caught him kissing one of my friends behind the Green Dragon Inn."

"What?!" Kili splutters, indignant for her sake. "What a bastard!"

Cassia let's out a wry laugh. "Aye. He is."

Fili puts his hand on her back. "Who was it?" He asks softly.

Cassia turns and frowns at him. His blue eyes are blazing and he looks legitimately angry. "Fili…"

"What's his name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"So I can punch him the next time I'm in the Shire."

Cassia grabs his arm. "No! Fili, you are much stronger than him! You might kill him!"

He scoffs. "It's not like it would be a big loss to the world."

"I'll help him!" Kili puts in. 

"No! The two of you are not allowed to try and kill my ex beau."

"How about cut off his hair?" Fili asks.

"No!" 

"What are you three talking about?" Bilbo asks, tuning back into their conversation. (He had been discussing types of pipeweed with Bofur.)

"What's her ex beau's name?" Kili asks.

"Who? Allen Proudfoot?" 

"Aha!" Fili says. "We have a  name!"

"No! Bilbo, how could you?!"

"I'm pretty sure your fall out with him was pretty much a public affair after you sent geese after him."

"Geese?!" Kili splutters.

Cassia ducks her head between her knees, hiding her face in her skirt. Fili pats her back.

"Did you die?" He asks.

"Wait, wait!" Kili says, "you can't say she sent geese after him and then not expand on that!"

"Can I tell the story?" Bilbo asks. Cassia stands. 

"Fine, but I'm not going to be here. Goodbye."

She walks off into the trees as Bilbo begins the story. 

The subject of Allen is still definitely a sore spot for her, maybe in a little while, she'll find it funny, but right now, only three months later, it still hurts. Because he broke her heart. She leans against a large boulder and tries to think of literally anything else.

There's a crack of a breaking stick behind her and she jumps, whirling around. Fili is frozen mid-step.

"Where you sneaking up on me?" She blurts just as he says,

"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you."

They pause, staring at each other, and then laugh together. 

"I came out here to check on you," Fili says, walking closer to her.

"You didn't want to hear how I sent a flock of geese after my ex lover?"

"Mm, you've heard one story about lasses sending waterfowl after their exes, you heard them all."

Cassia lets out a laugh. "You've heard other stories like that?"

He leans against the boulder beside her. "Aye. How are you anyway?"

"I've been better."

"A bit of a rough week for you, huh?"

"Mhmm."

"Do you need a hug?"

Cassia looks up at him. "I wouldn't mind."

She steps into his arms and he gives her a tight squeeze, resting his chin atop her head.

"If you want," he mumbles, "I'll still fight him for you."

"I know you will. But you don't have to." She pulls back just enough that she can see his face, reaching up to tug lightly at one of his moustache braids. "It's been almost three months."

Fili splutters. "Three months?! Now I get why you ran away with us!"

"Please don't tell Kili. He'll tease me forever," Cassia begs.

"My lips are sealed."

A strange noise comes from further in the woods and Fili stiffens.

"What?"

"Can we go back to the others?" He asks.

Cassia frowns at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Let's just go back," he says, walking back towards the others. She trots after him, grabbing his hand. 

"You know, if I was a crueler person, I'd be teasing you about this," she says.

"I could leave you out here to the mercy of whatever's out there in the dark," Fili tells her.

Cassia sticks her tongue out at him. "No, you wouldn't. You're too nice."

He rolls his eyes. "I hate you."

"No, you don't."

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[not-close-to-straight]

The Stories We Write (Chap Two)

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“Hey Stevie.” Bucky looked up from their bed and tsked sympathetically when Steve came through the door. “Rough day?”

“Does it look like a rough day?” Steve griped, dropping his stained shield onto the ground and stepping out of his nearly shredded boots with a grimace. “Be glad you had to sit this one out.”

He regretted the flippant comment instantly, when Bucky’s pale eyes flickered in hurt and resignation, the plates on his left arm shifting and clicking as he clenched his fist.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Steve said with a sigh. “I wasn’t trying to make fun, babe. When we agreed to keep you out of things that might potentially trigger the Soldier--”

“It’s fine.” Bucky waved him off, shaking his head jerkily. “S’fine, Stevie. Better to leave me at home than to risk setting me off in public, yeah? I know. It’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine, and Steve felt awful for trying to make light of it. All this time Bucky had been part of the team and he still sat on the sidelines more often than not, posted up in the bedroom waiting for the rest of them to come home and tell him what had happened. It was a constant reminder that even though Bucky was Bucky again, there was still a part of him hidden away, one that may or may not be activated at any time, one that might or might not be suddenly violent if triggered, one that could be brought to the surface by something as simple as flashing lights.

It wasn’t fine.

“I missed you today.” Steve kept his voice soft, tried to change the subject. “Missed having you in my ear. Clint is my point man when you aren’t there and the guy keeps up a running commentary on literally anything he sees just to fill the silence. At one point he asked Natasha if she wanted some bag an old lady was carrying and she said no, she wanted the actual Prada bag and he started wailing about how he gets paid archer money not super spy money so he couldn’t afford it.”

Bucky’s lips twitched towards a smile and encouraged, Steve added-- “I tried turning the mic’s down but I must have turned them down on his end too because he just turned his hearing aids up and started shouting his stories so I gave up.”

“Dumbass.” Bucky snorted, and this time he motioned for Steve, pulling him down onto the bed for a long kiss. “I missed you too.”

“I need a shower.” Apologetically, Steve trying not to get any muck on the bed as he leaned down for another quick kiss. “Then I’ll tell you all about the mission, yeah?”

“Sure thing, Stevie.” Bucky picked back up his tablet as Steve got undressed, and when the shower flipped on, he raised his voice and called, “Hey babe? Do you remember back before the war when you used to fight jerks in the alley all the time?”

“Uh, yeah?” Steve called back over the water. “Why?”

“Well,” Bucky rolled off the bed and propped himself up in the doorway of the bathroom. “D’ya remember how you used to come home all bloody and I’d have to patch you up?”

“...yeah?”

“And then--” Bucky scrolled down the page on his tablet. “And you’d still be all angsty and worked up from the fight so you’d wrestle me up against the shower wall and take me roughly until I was crying for release but you weren’t ready so you made me wait?”

“So I would do what?” the shower curtain yanked open and Steve peered out from beneath his wet hair. “What the hell are you talking about, Buck?”

“I was bored today so I did a little reading.” Bucky’s grin was just this side of wicked. “How come you never told me you were weak for the way my words roll when I talk Brooklyn to ya?” Dark blue eyes narrowed in his direction and Bucky cleared his throat before crooning, “C’mere Stevie, lemme stitch ya up. Why ya gotta fight like this baby doll? What’s’a matta wi’ya?”

“What the fuck was that?” Steve said flatly, thoroughly unimpressed. “What was that voice? Why are you talking like that?”

“That’s my fan fiction voice.” Bucky frowned at him. “You don’t like it? It’s how I talk in all the stories.”

“You talk to me like that again and I’ll break your nose.” Steve threatened and ducked back under the water.

“Break my nose?” Bucky started laughing. “Is it because you’re all angsty and worked up from the fight? Still got some of that--” he checked the page. “--battle lust roaring through you and need to work it out? Gonna bloody my nose and then--” another check. “--make me gasp over how big your dick is? For someone so small you sure fuck like a--argh!”

He yelped when a big hand reached out and yanked him through the curtain and into the shower, the tablet slipping from his fingers and smacking onto the tile floor, blacking out as the water poured over it.

“Damn it! My tablet!” he cried, and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. “You did that on purpose!”

“Take your clothes off so I can fuck you.” Steve ripped the shirt right down the middle and shoved the pieces onto the floor. “Come on.”

“It’s my Brooklyn voice isn’t it!” Bucky crowed, trying and nearly failing to wiggle out of the wet denim. “Get’s you all hard and horny?”

“Not even a little bit.” Steve deadpanned, spinning Bucky so he was facing the wall. “But fucking you is a sure fire way to get you to shut up and to stop talking about fan fiction.”

Bucky gasped when he felt Steve’s cock, thick and heavy, bumping up against his lower back. “Are you sure it doesn’t get you all hard and horny? Cos that rod you’re trying to shove at me would probably disagree.”

“You get me hard and horny.” Steve corrected, fingers trailing down Bucky’s side to his hips and lower to his thighs, maneuvering his legs open and apart so he could fit between them. “Talking Brooklyn has nothing to do with it.”

“Aw fuck--” Bucky just about bit through his lip when a soap slicked finger found his entrance. “Whatever you say, Stevie.”  

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“Okay but really.” Later, after some shower sex and then an actual shower, tossing the ruined tablet in the trash as they toweled off, they lay snuggled up in bed, Bucky’s head on Steve’s chest.

“Really what, baby?” Sated and feeling lazy, Steve ran his fingers through Bucky’s long hair absentmindedly, his cheek rubbing against Bucky’s head. “What’s on your mind?”

“Do you miss how I used to talk?” Quietly, and Steve looked down at Bucky in surprise. “Does that seem like a piece of me you won’t ever get back?”

“Bucky, I never had a voice kink with you.” he said patiently. “We’re both from Brooklyn, we both talked the same, I never noticed it on you. And now neither of us talk like we’re from Brooklyn, so I don’t miss it.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Because there is a lot of fanfiction that completely disagrees.” Bucky cracked a grin when Steve groaned out loud. “There’s a name for us back before the war, d’ya know? Pre-serum Stucky. That’s what they call us.”  

“Where do I formally complain that our fan fiction name is Stucky?” Steve made a face. “That’s a terrible name. Adding pre-serum to it makes it even worse.” 

“Um, we also go by WinterShield?” Bucky offered. “Because of the whole Winter Soldier thing? And I feel like I saw a shrinkyclinks or something? Shrunky-clunks? I dunno, there’s a few of them.” 

“Anything sounds cooler than Stucky.” the blonde grumbled. “So what, I was off saving the world and you were here reading smutty fan fiction?”

“That’s about right.” Unfazed by the disapproval in Steve’s tone, Bucky nodded in agreement. “What else was I supposed to do? I worked out for like three hours, Tony wasn’t in the lab so I couldn’t go bother him…. I did some light reading.” he waited a beat and added, “And discovered some fascinating things about our pre-war life. Just fascinating.” 

“Oh yeah?” Steve sank back into the pillows, exhaustion from the day catching up with him. “Like what?”

Bucky felt around behind him for his phone and pulled up the website, typing in a few key words until he found the fic he’d been reading before Steve had pulled him into the shower. “Want me to read you some?”

“Whatever, Buck.”

The shower in their apartment was tiny but it had never stopped Steve and Bucky from sharing it. Maybe they crowded in there to share the very limited hot water, most likely it was because they couldn’t bear to be apart for even long enough to wash.

Either way, Bucky didn’t think twice about joining Steve in the small space, ducking under the shower head to help wash the dirt from the straggly blonde hair, running his hands down the bony shoulders to the little waist.

“Yer frownin’.” Steve said without turning around. “Don’t do that.”

“You been eatin’ Stevie?” Bucky asked carefully, eyeing the bony ribs. “I’ve been sending money home, you been using it to eat, right?”

“Course I have.”

“So you been sick again?”

“Nah.” he lied, and he knew Bucky could tell when the brunette caught him in a hug that was almost too tight to be comforting. “Bucky, m’fine.”

“No y’ain’t.” Bucky said hoarsely. “You’re too thin, Stevie. And now you’ve been out fightin’ an--”

“M’fine.” Steve insisted, twisting and turning until he was facing Bucky in the shower, blue eyes as stubborn as they always were. “I can prove it.”

A bold hand slicked down Bucky’s cock and he jumped, banging his head on the tile wall. “Stevie.” he hissed. “Not in here, the neighbors will hear me yell.”

“I don’t care.” Steve argued back. “I want you. Still all riled up from fighting, been missing you, let me have ya.” Another touch, slim fingers tracking down his length and wrapping around the thick base. “Miss this, don’t ya miss me bein’ inside ya Buck--”

“Christ.” Steve coughed loudly, shifting on the bed awkwardly. “Shower sex, huh? How long does that go on for?”

“Uh, about a thousand words later I come with a splash all over the wall.” Bucky crinkled his nose into a laugh when Steve turned red. “Hey at least in this one you aren’t a bottom. There’s like six hundred stories on here tagged bottom Steve. Six hundred stories of me toppin’ the hell outta ya.”

“Did you read them?” Bucky shook his head. “Why not?”

“Haven’t gotten that far?” he shrugged. “I only read like three today, some of these are long! And sometimes I gotta look up words to see what they mean so that slows me down?”

“Words like what?” Steve wondered. “Sex ain’t changed that much, right?” 

“Well, snowballing was one I had to look up.” Bucky said vaguely. “That’s a word that sure don’t mean what it used to. I’m a slow reader, but don’t worry, I’ll let you know when I get to th’ scenes about you taking it. Should be good reading. Real informative, yeah?”

He waggled his eyebrows mischievously and Steve rolled his eyes, discreetly pressing the heel of his hand to his own cock, the traitorous thing perking up in interest over the story. “I don’t know where they get the idea that I’m a bottom. Don’t even make sense.”

“Yeah I dunno.” Bucky tossed the phone away. “Specially since we couldn’t even have sex back then.”

“What?!” Steve shoved at him, thoroughly offended. “Your memory must be spotty because I know for a fact that we--” 

“Oh calm down.” Bucky huffed at him and rolled off the bed in search of a water bottle. “You weighed like eighty pounds, Stevie. I meant no way we coulda had real sex, I woulda broke you in half.”

“The hell you would have!” Steve sat up angrily. “And it doesn’t matter anyway, because I am not a bottom!”

“You would’ve been back then!” Bucky was laughing now. “With your tiny ass. Look at you.”

“I would have fucked you through the headboard and you know it!” Steve cried out loud.

“You woulda coughed yourself right th’ fuck off the bed and YOU know it!” Bucky flung back and Steve snatched one of their pillows from the bed, putting all his strength behind winging it straight at Bucky’s chest--

--and at that exact moment, Tony walked through the door, taking the pillow right to the face and going down with a scream.

“Oh my god!” Steve blurted right as Bucky cried, “Good goin, dumbass! You killed Tony!”

They both rushed to his side, Steve tossing the pillow away apologetically as Bucky helped the smaller brunette back to his feet.

“Damn, I’m so sorry about that, Tony.” Steve handed him his sunglasses, wincing when he saw how crooked they were. “I was trying to hit Bucky and didn’t know you were going to walk in.”

“It’s um--” Tony looked a little winded, maybe even a little shell shocked from the blow. “It’s fine. Just remind me to get you guys softer pillows. That sort of sucked.”

“Yeah well, Steve has terrible aim.” Bucky sent Steve a scathing look over the top of Tony’s head. “Didn’t know you were gonna come up and see us, everything alright?”

“Here, sit here.” Steve smoothed a spot on the bed and grabbed Tony a bottle of water. “Does your head hurt? I’m really really sorry about that.”

“It’s not a big deal.” Tony laughed them off, either not noticing or not caring how the two of them hovered over him, fussing at his messed up hair, sharing annoyed looks between themselves, encouraging him to take sips of water. “I just wanted to make sure we were still on for dinner tonight? I figured you guys heard me knock but when you didn’t answer I just let myself in. Probably won’t ever be doing that sort of thing again.” 

He took a sip of water. “Do you two always have fatal pillow fights late in the afternoon or was I just lucky today?” 

“Just a one time thing, sugar.” Bucky brushed a piece of Tony’s hair off his forehead, steeling himself against the instinct to lean in and press a kiss to that little wrinkle Tony always got when he was thinking. “And we didn’t hear ya knock, sorry about that.”

“We were uh--” Steve cleared his throat. “We were busy.” His hand landed entirely too close to Tony’s thigh, fingers nearly itching to just reach out and touch. “But we’re not anymore.”

“Busy.” Tony repeated, and then, “Oh. OH! Oh shit, I’m sorry for walking in on you then!”

“Nope nope, not that kind of busy.” Steve rushed to reassure him, sort of hating that Tony thought that he’d been interrupting, as if Tony wasn’t welcome to interrupt and join right in if they were doing that sort of thing. “Not that kind of busy. Just talking.”

“About whether or not Steve’s a bottom.” Bucky finished, earning him a glare from Steve and a snorting sort of laugh from Tony. “We are disagreeing loudly about it.”

“Loudly and with pillows, huh?” Tony elbowed Steve lightly. “Don’t let those sort of questions get to you, Cap? Back when Pepper and I were dating, I got asked all the time if I was a bottom and let me tell you, that was about a thousand times more awkward than your situation.”

“I can-- I can imagine.” Steve blinked down at him in surprise. “People wondered-- you and Pepper? Really?”

“Yeah, apparently I radiate twink energy while she has something called big dick energy? Or something along those lines.” Tony winked and Steve almost died, and then he turned and smiled at Bucky and the big soldier nearly melted through the floor. “I thought I was little too old for that particular description but whatever. Anyway. I wanted to see about dinner plans. I know we didn’t really make a solid date or anything but--”

“Yes dinner!” Bucky said loudly, and Steve reached behind Tony to pinch his arm. “I mean, uh yes, dinner.” Quieter that time. “What time?”

“Whenever.” Tony shrugged and stood to leave. “I’ll be up in the penthouse just let JARVIS know when you’re ready to go, yeah?”

“Oh sure thing, Tony.”

“Definitely.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“So much.”

“Alright then.” he sent them a strange look over their eagerness. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Oh Tony!” Steve raised his voice as Tony was leaving. “Um, Bucky needs a new tablet. He broke his.”

“The hell I did.” Bucky hissed, but Tony only smiled, “I’ll get you a new one tonight, Buck. No big deal. Benefits of knowing the guy who makes all the tech, right?” 

The door closed behind him, and Bucky fell back on the couch with a loud sigh. “He’s so great. What the hell, how is he so great?”

“Yeah.” Steve said thoughtfully. “Yeah, he really is isn’t he?” And awkward cough. “Say Bucky, when you were looking up words today did you come across twink at all? What does that mean?”

“Yeah, I saw it a few times but I didn't have to look it up.” Bucky started pulling clothes out the dresser. “I figured out what it meant just based on the fic.”

“Well what’s it mean then?”

“S’pretty much someone who looks and acts like pre-serum you.” the words were muffled in a shirt as Bucky got redressed. “You know?”

“No” Steve shook his head. “I have no idea what that means. What could that possibly mean?” 

“Sure you know what it means.” Bucky popped his head out, eyes lighting with laughter. “Tiny and sassy with an ass begging to be pounded into the next century.”

This time the pillow hit him right in the face, but Bucky was cackling too loudly to even care, much less to hear Steve swearing up a storm in irritation.

But then--

“Wait.” Steve went perfectly still, his eyes wide. “Bucky wait. Tony didn’t deny that description though. He didn’t deny it.” 

“What?” Bucky wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. “What did you say?”

“Tony didn’t deny it.” Steve repeated. “He said that he was too old to be called a twink, but he didn’t deny it. Not at all.”  

“What, you think that Tony just super casually dropped a hint about him being a bottom?” Bucky scoffed, then his eyes bugged out wide. “Oh my god, Tony just super casually dropped a hint about him being a bottom.”

“Was that…” Steve hesitated. “Do you think that was a hint for us? Like, to let us know that maybe dinner doesn’t have to just be dinner? Do you think he’d be interested in something else?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky said slowly. “I mean, it coulda been? But Tony’s flirty anyway, you know? He says shit all the time. I saw him kiss Tasha a few days ago because she shared her candy with him. I don’t think it means anything.”

“But he said it specifically before making dinner plans with us.” Steve pointed out. “And then he showed us his butt when he was walking to the door. That seems like a pretty strong hint.”

“He wasn’t showing us his butt, he was just walking to the door.” Bucky countered. “I’m sure he didn’t think you’d be staring at his butt.”

“You were staring too.”

“Well of course I was, what was I supposed to do, look away?”

Silence for a minute before they went back to dressing for dinner, both lost in their thoughts about a certain dark haired genius and whether or not that certain dark haired genius had a preference for topping.

“Do they call me a twink in those fics?” Steve broke the silence almost ten minutes later. “Because I completely disagree with that.”

“Oh for the love of-- Let it go, Stevie!”

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#ncts fics #stuckony #stucky #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes

[thesoftdumbass]

Another Time, Another Place: Part 2

John Kennex x reader, Leonard McCoy x reader

Star Trek / Almost Human Crossover

Word Count: 2.3 K

Warnings: mild electric shock, transporter malfunction, mugging, slight attempted assault, jealousy

Summary: Thanks to a transporter malfunction, you end up in the past with a familiar face, but what do you do when it turns out he’s a completely different person?

A/N- This is my second installment of @goingknowherewastaken Star Trek Crossover Challenge! I think there will only be one more part, as I am not very good at writing long things. I hope you guys enjoy it! ( And yes, I did get the title from RENT)

Tagging: @musikat18 @annathewitch @feelmyroarrrr @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @mad-girl-without-a-box  @chook007 @bookcaseninja

Series Masterlist - Fic Masterlist 

“I told you that solar flares are trouble, kid, now we have a crewman missing and no clue how to get her back.”

Leonard has grown more irritable over the past two days, and Jim can’t do anything about it. Tensions are running a little high trying to get Lieutenant Y/L/N back onto the ship safely. Scotty thinks he may have a general idea of where she was sent, but it’s taking a little longer than everyone would like to get her back.

“I know, we all want Y/N back. Scotty’s working as quickly as he can to fix the transporter pad to send us to where she is and bring us all back home. She’s safe. We’ll get her, Bones.”

A few minutes pass in silence as Leonard looks down at his lunch, thinking of all the ways that Y/N could be hurt or worse, and Jim takes this time to evaluate his friend’s attitude. Bones has never gotten so bent out of shape over a situation like this before, and Jim can’t help but think that there’s more to it.

Scotty sits a tray down at their table in the commissary, startling them back to the present. “Scotty? How’s the search for Y/N going?” Leonard questions immediately.

The engineer looks up from his plate in surprise, not expecting to be questioned over lunch, and his mouth draws into a tight smile. “Well, I can’t say much has changed from the last two hours, doctor. We’ve narrowed her location down, she’s on Earth in the year 2048. I just need to figure out where exactly she is, so that we’re not wandering around attracting attention when we go and get her.”

“How did she end up 215 years in the past?” Kirk’s brows draw together, his head shaking slightly.

“I dinnae know, sir. It’s not the first time something like this has happened, though. Remember the time the transporter brought your evil twin onboard?” Jim’s face scrunches up at the memory.

“Scotty, do you think you can fix the transporter to bring her back,” Leonard asks.

“Yes, it’ll take some time though. I’ve got to reconfigure the targeting scanners to work for time as well as space, as well as a couple other adjustments.” Scotty shrugs nonchalantly and turns back to his food.

“Right, if you need me, I’ll be in my office.” Leonard grumbles standing from his seat, making his way onto the turbolift.

His friends watch him leave, glancing at each other with a brow raised. “You ever think he’s got more than platonic feelings for our Y/N?” Scotty suggests.

“All the time,” Jim nods. “Every time he sees her either in medbay or in the rec room, he’s pretty chipper afterward.”

“Right! Whenever she comes back from being treated, she’s all smiles and actin’ like nothing is wrong in the world. I swear, either she’s just that happy a person or he doesn’t treat her like the rest of his patients. Don’ get me wrong Len’s my friend and a good doctor, but any other engineer that goes to see him talks as though he’s grumpier than a Klingon.”

Kirk chuckles, knowing what it’s like to come face to face with a hypo-wielding McCoy, on multiple occasions. “We’ve gotta get him to cool down and let you work, or else we’ll never get Y/N back. Just do what you need to and I’ll try to keep him distracted.”

“Thank ya, Jim. I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible. I need my second in command back to keep this ship runnin’ smoothly.”

Jim and Scotty finish lunch and then continue on with their day.

You wake up and get dressed for the day, a pair of black jeans and a v-neck top, and make sure your appearance is presentable before making your way out of Kennex’s spare bedroom where you have been staying. You pour two cups of coffee; one for you and one for John, and sit at the kitchen island sipping yours while you wait for him to get out of the shower and get dressed.

You have been in the city for three days, sticking around Dorian and John while trying to figure out how to get back to your own time. Captain Maldonado is allowing you to stay with John so you don’t have to stay in the lock-up at the police station, and you spend a lot of time at Rudy’s lab trying to fix the comm that was beamed here along with you.

By the time John is ready for work, you are finished with your coffee and already thinking of ways that you can try and repair the broken communicator.

“You know we’re late,” you crow as he walks over to his cup, picking it up.

John takes a sip and frowns down at the mug. “This coffee is cold.”

“It was warm when I poured it for you. Now let’s go, Dorian will be annoyed with you.”

You sit in John’s police car, fiddling with the dials and trying to find a channel to listen to music. He gives you an amused look and you settle on an old radio station playing classics like Journey. When you get to the church you step out of the car, making your way inside and down the steps while John follows. Dorian looks up when Kennex reaches the bottom of the stairs, his lips pressed together in disapproval.

“Hey, don’t give me that look. I had to go to a drive-through ‘cause I didn’t have my coffee heater with me.”

You roll your eyes at their good-natured bickering and move past them to the work table containing your defective communications device and any tools you might need to repair it. Rudy is already standing there, examining different pieces of the tech.

“Hey Rudy, any progress?”

“I’m not sure...I’m not very familiar with technology this advanced, but I think I’m making strides,” Rudy looks up at you, almost forgetting to remove his headgear and smiling at you when he almost drops it.

“I don’t blame you, Rudy, I barely know how to fix these. I’m no communications officer,” you chuckle, moving over to his side and taking a look at what he’s been doing. The scientist had disconnected the wires in the device and was in the middle of re-attaching them, all of the connections seemed accurate. “This is good work! I can try to fix it from here, I know you have other things to do.”

“Oh no, please, it’s not every day that I get to help a lady fix her futuristic space phone,” he says.

You giggle before assenting. “Alright, but I don’t want to get in trouble with Dorian or Captain Maldonado if you fall behind.”

At the mention of his name, Dorian comes strolling over, having not left after you got there like you thought. He examines the device in your hands, scanning it for working frequencies. “Y/N, I think I can help you. If you relay this into my mainframe, I could send a transmission that may be picked up by your ship.”

“Are you kidding me?” you squeal happily, “Dorian, that’s awesome! Let’s try it.”

John watches you with a smile, amused by your excitement. It’s bittersweet knowing that you may leave soon. He’s happy for you, you’ve had conversations about your chosen family, and he knows that you miss them. On the other hand, he’s sad to see you go. John has spent three days with you, teasing Dorian together, going out for noodles, and learning about each other’s time period and friends. Kennex brings himself out of his own thoughts to find Dorian looking at him with his eyes narrowed and a crooked smile on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he grumbles.

“You’re over-thinking things, John. I can tell from here.”

“Will you be quiet,” Kennex hisses at his partner, rolling his eyes annoyed. “I’m not over-thinking anything.”

“Is this about Y/N leaving?” John’s silence only confirms Dorian’s suspicions. “You know that she can’t stay here forever. Even if she wanted to, her prime directive requires that she returns to the 23rd century. I’m sorry, man.” Dorian claps a hand on his shoulder and returns to your side, tweaking the frequencies on your communicator with you guiding him.

You watch John talk with Dorian, his expression one you had seen before, but you couldn’t figure out where, and then realization hit. You had seen that look many times on Leonard’s face, and the thought made you yearn for home. Sure, you love spending time with the people you’ve met here, but you miss your daily life on the Enterprise and want to go home. You think of all of your friends, drinking with Chekov and Sulu, working every day with Scotty, watching holovids with Uhura, discussing books with Jim... but what’s at the forefront of your mind is your banter with Len.

Sure, you and Bones flirt sometimes when you go to medbay, but so far he hasn’t taken it further and you wonder why. From what you’ve heard from your friends he is a Class A grump, and sure you had seen that side of him before, but nothing compared to the stories bouncing around engineering.

You find yourself wondering about the future, and not just your time. What if you don’t make it back home? Will you work here in the lab with Rudy, fixing rudimentary technology and re-learning Earth’s own history? Would Kennex continue to let you stay with him, or would you be left to fend for yourself? And if the Enterprise does find you, will your new friends forget you? You are brought out of your pessimistic thoughts when your name is called.

“Yeah?” you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts.

“I think we’re close, I figured out how to configure the frequency to fit Dorian’s, he should be able to get a message out” Rudy informs you, and it’s time to call home.

“We’re being hailed, Sir,” Uhura informs Jim who turns around in the chair casually.

“By who?”

“I’m not sure, Captain. It’s not a very strong signal,” her voice hesitant.

“Play it please, Uhura.” Nyota follows her order and relays the transmission over the speakers. The voice that plays has everybody freezing.

“Enterprise, this is Lieutenant Y/N Y/L/N speaking.”

As soon as the sentence is out of your mouth, Jim stands up straight, eyes wide.

“This is Kirk. We’ve been searching for you, Y/N. Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, just glad I haven’t been forgotten, sir. I’m ready to come home” you chuckle, trying to disguise the emotion in your voice at having made contact.

“We’re on our way to get you, Y/N. Hold tight and we can lock on to your exact position. We’ll be there soon, I promise.” Jim presses a button on his chair console, asking Scotty to track your communicator and make sure the ship orbits Earth in the time warp. “How are you able to talk to us right now?” he asks curiously.

“Y/N I apologize but you won’t be able to speak for much longer, my energy levels are draining quickly and I need to re-charge,” Dorian interrupts.

“Um, I’ll explain later. I’m sorry Jim, I have to go.”

“We’ll see you soon, Y/L/N,” Jim says as a sign-off, the call ending. “Bones will be happy that she’s coming home,” he mutters with a small smile, sitting back in his chair.

John watches as you close your comm, a bright smile gracing your features, and stands up as Dorian plugs himself up to charge.

“I’ll call Maldonado and let her know what’s happening,” he excuses himself.

After updating the Captain, John makes his way back into the basement of the church a few minutes later. When he gets there, he finds you waiting for him at the base of the stairs. “Hey,” his eyebrows draw up, wondering what you were doing out of the lab.

“Hey, John. I figure we have a few hours until my friends get here. Would you want to maybe go get some noodles? One last time? Rudy and Dorian have to stay here, but I thought maybe you and me could go,” you ask, wanting to spend a little more time with him before you leave.

“Of course we can,” he replies enthusiastically, the corners of his mouth lifting. You smile yourself, taking off back up the stairs with him.

Getting out of John’s patrol car in the Koln Avenue District where it all began, you can finally see it fully. It seems dingier without the cover of night and bright lights, your eyes being drawn to the same alleyway that you were held up in, the memory replaying in your mind.

You’re brought back to the present by a hand on your arm. You look up and your eyes are drawn to John’s, the familiar hazel looking at you with concern. “Y/N, you okay?”

You shake your head to clear your mind, “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. Just thinking…”

Kennex follows your gaze and understands immediately where your thoughts are. “Look at me,” he pleads softly, placing a finger underneath your chin and bringing your face around to his. “You’re okay now. You’re here with me.”

“I know, John. It’s just hard to think of what could have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

Your eyes are wet with unshed tears, and John’s heart breaks a little. “But I was there. I’m just glad I was going for dinner, or me and Dorian would’ve never heard your call for help. You’re so brave, Y/N.”

It’s silent for a few moments as you try to decipher the feelings behind his voice, but after a minute your stomach rumbles loudly, making you both laugh softly. “Come on, darlin’, let’s get you some food,” he chuckles, putting his arm around your shoulders and gently leading you into his favorite restaurant.

#StarTrekCrossoverChallenge #john kennex x reader #leonard mccoy x reader #almost human #star trek #another time another place #how queue doin?

[debu-neko-kun]

12XL: One Size Fits All

This was a commission for somebody on Discord. I was given the prompt “Guy grows huge from magic underwear” and, well, we have this! One of my favorite growth methods, I gotta say. Anyway, enjoy a slender Korean lad growing quite large. 

Kae yawned and stretched his slender arms, squinting against the bright sun as he awoke. Despite the rays on his pale, freckled skin, he shivered like an ice storm bore down on him and shuffled to the bathroom on zombie-like autopilot. The light above the sink flickered as he waited for the bathtub to fill, his tailbone pressing uncomfortably against the seat cover of the toilet. Just as well, he thought as he stared at the same thin, sunken features as always. Sharp, boring jaw lines, a sharp chin, piercing blue eyes. Narrow, cold, lacking… something. But what? As he sank into the warm water, he pondered this. What could possibly make him love himself? What push, nudge, poke in the right direction could he possibly find? He had a nice job, a decent apartment, time enough for himself. Sure, he didn’t exactly have an insane amount of friends… or any… and sure, his love life was lacking… severely… but what was stopping him from just going out and finding somebody? He had options! There was Steve in accounting… no, he was with Brad, right. Tom, in publishing? Zip, he was straight as an arrow. John? Forget it. Kae sank deeper into the steamy bath water, out of the stream of morning light. There was only really one man he wanted… “Don’t think about it.” he murmured to himself. Too late. James. The name curled around his mind tight as a noose, bringing a fresh red flush to his cheeks. He’d first laid eyes on the gentle creature nearly a month ago, after a particularly tiresome night at work. Muscles too weak to craft a meal from the fridge, he’d ordered out: a small pizza. When it arrived, he’d expected the same variety of highschool punk. Instead, he’d opened the door to find a cute, flustered, slightly-overweight cupid staring back at him. “Oh, uhm… hello there. Kae, publishing.” He’d smiled, offering his hand to the confused worker. “Uh, hey. Guess this is for you, Mr. Kae. Enjoy.” He responded softly, lips curling into a slight smile as he placed the pizza into his outstretched hand. “Yes… right, thank you. Goodbye.” And that was that. One awkward meeting on his doorstep and his heart was sent reeling, rolling into an abyss that bowled any thoughts of work for the next several days. Was this what a crush felt like? There was never any time for them before now, only flings, but something about James sparked a flame in his lonely heart. A few days later, hungry and bored, he skimmed through the advertisements on the community page, spotting the same pizza place he’d ordered from a few nights earlier. They weren’t far, and the food was good…   Before he could consider other options, Kae was already at the front counter, ordering a medium cheese from a 400 lb highschooler. He gave him a smile and waddled to the back while Kae found a seat, and that’s when he saw it: The kiss. James, pizza boy James, cupid James, “Would you like a coffee with me?” James, wrapped up in the arms of a man at least five times his weight, exchanging soft, passionate kisses beneath the neon light of the arcade games in the corner. The lights stained the memory pink, made his stomach flip just thinking about it. The way James grabbed his overflowing backfat, the way their chubby chins pushed and rubbed together, the way their massive thighs intertwined… Kae submerged his head beneath the lukewarm water in the present. Be happy for him, he thought. You were just too late. Too late and not his type. Just as he thought his eyes would explode from holding in hot tears, the buzzer sounded out at the door. Kae quickly surfaced and slipped out of the tub, wrapping himself in an absorbent blue bathrobe before rushing off to the door, just as the buzzer rang again. “Who is it?” he asked, holding down the call button. “Delivery!” sang a voice from below, high and excited. “Delivery? I didn’t order anything. You must have the wrong house-” “One package for a mister Kae Chi-gon, 8th floor, Room 255. Special delivery, I need a signature please!” Kae sighed and leaned his head against the buzzer panel. “Come on up. It’s unlocked.” He heard a boyish giggle before letting up on the button, moving to unlock the door. Before he could even slide the latch back, a tiny knock rapped at his door. “What the-” he started, quickly pulling the door open to reveal a short, wide-hipped boy in what appeared to be some sort postal uniform, only far more gothic. Kae’s eyes were immediately drawn to the black khaki shorts that snugged tight against his bottom, doing nothing to slim the basketball butt and thick hips, only serving to accentuate his unnaturally pale thighs that bulged against his striped knee-high socks. “Allow me to introduce myself, mortal man! My name is P.M. Crowe, with the Incubus Delivery Service. I couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking, and deemed it necessary to invoke my services to get it back to tip top shape!” Kae squinted at the boy as he stood in the doorway, hand on one hip, his other slender arm clutching a box decorated with gold foil. “Is this some kind of prank? Did somebody at the office send you?” he scoffed. “I don’t think it’s very funny, now if you’ll excuse me-” Kae moved to shut the door, but Crowe quickly grabbed the edge of the frame. “W-Wait, don’t shut me out yet!” he begged, his tiny demon wing hair clip clinking against the door. “I can give you anything you want!” “I don’t want anything you can give, now go away!” he grunted, pushing harder on the door. “James is single!” Kae suddenly stopped pushing, heart catching in his throat. “…What did you just say?” With a little grunt, Crowe slipped his way inside, walking around to face Kae who now leaned with his back to the door. He took a moment to dust off his varsity jacket and straighten the tie beneath before continuing. “James is single. His boyfriend of three months left him, and he’s been rather sad. Heartbroken, actually, like you… which is why I’m here. To bring you two together and patch up some hearts!” “Yeah, well, good luck with that. I’ve seen his type. They’re… heftier… and look at me.” Kae gestured, pulling back his robe to reveal his ribs. “Not exactly a perfect match.” “You know, it’s not about-” Crowe began, but stopped as his watch beeped. “Oh great, I’m already behind schedule! Come on, man; sign for the package, and I can give you something to help with everything. Promise!” Kae eyed him suspiciously, arms crossed across his slender chest. “…Fine. Got a pen?” Crowe lit up like a match and produced a golden pen from his pocket. “I promise you won’t regret it! It’s the code of every Incubus Delivery Service postal worker to fix, mend, and otherwise bring light back into the hearts of the sullen, whether it’s by bringing together true love or creating a new one! And I, P.M. Crowe, promise to-” “Done. Didn’t you have somewhere to be?” Kae huffed. “Oh, right! Here’s your box, and remember to always be true to yourself! Gotta go, be seeing you, Mr. Kae!” Crowe called out as he squeezed past Kae and ran out the door, which quickly closed by itself, leaving behind a comical puff of pink smoke.   Kae stood for a few moments, box under his arm, trying to process what just happened. Incubus? James? This is all too bizarre… could anything he said have really been true? Only one way to find out. Kae cautiously peeled the tape back, letting the cardboard flaps spring open. Too dark to see inside, he put his hand in and grabbed a clump of thick fabric, pulling it out to the light. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he sighed, letting the box fall to the floor. In his hands, stretched out further than his body spanned, was a pair of white briefs big enough to wrap around a couch. The tag on the back was nothing but a dozen Xs and an L, a testament to their size, surely signing itself as nothing more than a gag gift. Flipping them around, he could see a massive heart print on the back, hanging loosely like a spent parachute. “That little…” he began, lips tightening in frustration. Suddenly, he stopped himself letting out a long, breezy exhale. “Don’t lose it, Kae. Just some… weird little punk from the pizza place, an elaborate prankster. Unless- no, no.” he shook his head, retreating to his bedroom with the garment still clutched to his fingers. He quickly set to work, laying out his clothing for the day: one pair of black socks, one pressed shirt, slacks… …and an empty underwear drawer. He cursed his luck and lack of laundry planning, spinning around to scan his pristine room for any stray undergarments that may have escaped (as unlikely as that may be.) He searched, moving around through other drawers and over the wardrobe before giving up, retreating back to the bed… and the oversized underwear. “I… guess If I fold it correctly, nobody will notice…” he murmured to himself, letting his robe slip to the floor. He put the underwear down and inserted one leg, then the other, feeling like a dainty cheerleader in a football locker room as he pulled the undies up to his waist and nearly to his chest. “Heh… looking good, Kae.” He chuckled, turning around to admire his cloth-cloaked backside in the full-sized mirror. He shook it a few times, giggling as it bounced back and forth gently. Wait… bounced? No part of his body had bounced a day in his life. He was, and always had been, for all intents and purposes, a stick. So why is he now staring at a pair of quickly thickening ass cheeks and a roll-covered back? Kae rapidly spun himself back around to face the mirror, the new additions to his body nearly dragging him over. His stomach sagged out, quickly filling up the empty space in the once-roomy waistband with blubber-packed belly. He slowly reached down in disbelief, gently prodding at the ever-expanding rolls with his dimpled fingers that quickly plumped into thick little sausages. “How is this happening?…” he breathed, moving his hands up to feel his cheeks thicken and swell against his rapidly disappearing neck, the space of which replaced by a blossoming second chin that seemed to get closer to his blobby man-breasts by the second. The underwear that seemed so impossibly large only a moment ago now began to tighten against his belly, the band squeezing between two overhanging lovehandles at his sides and hugging his lightly-sweating doughy buttcheeks like a pair of scanty panties. Kae was lost, lost in himself, in the moment, in the sensations. He should be panicking, he thought. Scream, call an ambulance! But… His arm fat dipped down like a pair of flabby bingo wings, patting against the massive dollop of sour cream that was his belly as he reached up to squeeze his breasts, pert pink nipples and luscious, creamy fat bulging between his bloated fingers. …it feels so good! His cheeks flushed rose red as he slid his hands back, into his waistband, squeezing his cellulite-laden butt fat in his palms. Warm, sweaty fat, at least 500 pounds of it and steadily growing, all him… gone was the sharp chin, replaced with a double that jiggled with a quick turn of his head (not that much of anything about him would be quick anymore.) Sunken ribs were swapped with an unending expanse of rolls and lovehandles that contained so much lardy flab, thin thighs with bags of fat that smooshed and sagged well past a defining line. He hugged himself, the growth jolting forward in one last jump of weight as if to reach out and hug him back, rewarding him with so much more warmth and total comfort. Just as the weight climb trickled to a rapid halt, a knock sounded at the door. “H-Huh?… Wait, that boy, Crowe!” he muttered, snapping back from his warm daze. “Coming!” he called, voice somewhat deeper than it had been before, taking a wobbly step out of the bedroom and into the hall, holding onto the frame for comfort. Every booming step was accompanied by a resounding creak from the floorboards and a jiggle from his near-naked body, butt swaying and belly patting against his thighs. By the time he reached the door, his flabby body had accumulated a slick shine of sweat, and his heavy chest heaved with exhausted breaths. This is going to take some getting used to… he thought, opening the door for his visitor. “Ten large pizzas for Kae-” James. The two stood, staring into eachother’s eyes, in complete shock. “Oh… my god… K-Kae? What happened to you? Are you okay?!” James blurted, rushing into the apartment, leaving the bag of pizzas in the hall. “Just… gained a little weight, is all.” he replied, putting his hands on his belly, the flabby pale flesh blushing pink like a christmas ham.   “B-But you were so thin! What happened?” “Well, I just decided to pack a bit on. Nothing else to it.” Kae shrugged, turning away. “It, um… it looks really cute on you.” James blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “You… really think so?” Kae looked back over his pudgy shoulder, whole body practically blushing. “Well, y-yeah… y-you want to, umm… well, do you want to get something to eat sometime?” James rushed, holding onto his hat like a life preserver. “Well, I do have ten pizzas now, don’t I? I could use a hand.” he purred, tugging on the sides of his waist band, the design pulling into a perfect heart between his huge cheeks. “…l-let me just call my boss.”

#SSBHM #Fat Boy #yaoi #gay fats #magic fattening #This was actually really fun to do! #just took me forever lmao

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Not A Dream (Finale)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

Summary: You keep hearing voices from people who are not there.

Words: 1651

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing && sadness

A/N: WE MADE IT TO THE END GUYS what a journey

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I sat on the couch, leaning into Sebastian's side as he flicked through the channels. I had been a nervous wreck for almost a week now after hearing the car in my head. The flash of light that came at me was terrifying, so realistic. I could've sworn that I was standing in the middle of the street but when I dropped to the floor, I was safe in my apartment.

"Hey love, wanna watch friends?"

I shrug. "Whatever you want."

I felt him shift in position so that most of myself was on his lap. "Baby, what's going on?"

I shrug, again, not sure what he meant. "What do you mean?"

He scoffs. "Since last week when you saw the bright light, it's like you're not the same person. Somethings wrong."

I nod, moving so I am facing him now. "Fucking right something's wrong. Sebastian, I saw a car driving at me inside our apartment. I heard tires squeal in my brain. I heard you talking to a doctor when you were go-"

Darling, I'm back. I just went to grab some coffee.

"What did you say?"

He furrowed his brow. "Uh, nothing. I was listening to you talk."

Remember that time when you got so nervous around Chris the first time that you spilled an entire cup of coffee on my crotch?

My heart jolted and I felt tears prick my eyes.

I really wish you would wake up, baby. I miss you so much.

I stood, running my hands through my tangled hair. "Jesus. I-I can't do this anymore."

Sebastian stood, slinking to my height and kissing my nose. "Baby, what's going on?"

I close my eyes. "The voice, it's in my head again."

"The doctor or mine?"

"Uh, yours."

Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, his smiled painfully. "Baby, you gotta know that I'm not talking. There is no doctor here."

I shot a anger glare in his direction. "I fucking know that! Jesus, you think I'm insane."

He shook his head a little too quickly. "I don't." When I rolled my eyes, his voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "I don't think you're insane."

Mr Stan. The doctors voice spoke now, fainter than his. It's been nearly three months.

"Three months?"

Sebastian's eyes looked confused, his lip curling. "Three months since what?"

"Shh." I closed my eyes trying to narrow in on the voice but they were gone. "Fuck." I focused in on Sebastian's face, watching his expressions change. My eyes went weird and he started to go fuzzy. I rubbed them but it didn't help. "Sebastian." My voice came out panicked and scared.

"What's wrong?"

"Sebastian, I can't see you. I-" then everything went black.

The only feeling I could comprehend was choking. I tried to breath but something was in the way, something blocking my throat. I tried to talk but my throat felt like sandpaper. Help me! Someone! No matter how much I yelled, nothing came out and no one came to my rescue. I mustered up all the breath I could and coughed, feeling the air spring around something cylinder like a tube. "(Y/N)?" Sebastian was at my side in two seconds flat. "NURSE! Jesus Christ, I need a nurse in here!"

I opened my eyes, his panicked blue ones staring down at me. The next thing I know, someone with brown hair is holding my down as I struggle to sit up while a petite blonde man starts pulling at the tube in my throat. I felt myself gagging, bile threatening to come up. When the tube was gone, I sucked in a breath of air as if my lungs had never been exposed to oxygen. My panting was long and deep, like a dog in the summertime. "Seb-" it came out as a hoarse whisper. 

He poured some water, placing his hand on the back of my neck, helping me swallowing the refreshing liquid. "It's okay, baby girl. I'm here."

I swallowed a few gulps and fell back against the pillow. "What's going on? Where am I?"

Sympathy fell on his face like a blanket and he kissed my forehead. "Baby, you're in the hospital."

I shook my head, but something was holding my neck still. "What's wrong with my neck?" Bringing a shaky hand to my neck, I felt a brace holding it in place. "Oh my god. Why is this here?" Tears swamped my eyes and streams traveled my cheeks. "Sebastian! Answer me."

He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing. He grasped my hand and kissed my palm. Just then, a familiar voice came in the room. "Mr Stan, it seems your wife as woken up."

Doctor? 

Sebastian's voice dropped to a whisper. "She doesn't remember the accident."

He shrugged. "It's to be expected in trauma patients." He stepped closer to me and smiled. "Mrs Stan, my name is Dr Crow." I tried to smile but my whole body shot suddenly with pain. "Mrs Stan, do you remember anything?"

I cleared my throat, speaking quietly. "I, uh. I remember waking up in my apartment but I-I, uh, didn't know who Seb-sebastian was." My head was fuzzy, pounding from the lack of oxygen. He nodded slowly, writing things down on a clipboard. "I didn't know anything or anyone."

Sebastian came close to me, kissing just above my eyebrow. "Honey, none of that happened."

The doctor pulled him aside. "Mr Stan, it's crucial we ease her into reality. It seems as if maybe your wife was experiencing a very vivid dream while unconscious." He smiled again, leaning against my bed. "Continue, please."

"He kept telling me that he was my husband but I didn't remember him. I didn't know why I was in New York or- something about my parents living away."

Sebastian licked his lips. "Doc, her parents have been dead for almost two years."

I felt a sob grow in my chest. "My parents are dead?" 

The doctor politely asked Sebastian to keep comments to either himself or quiet until I was finished. "Did you ever get your memories back?"

I nodded, best I could with the brace holding my neck in place. "Three days after I woke up, or whatever, I was getting really bad migraines. I kept waking up throughout the night, my head pounding until the final time I woke up, I remembered everything. The miscarriage, the cheating."

"Cheating? Miscarriage?" Sebastian's face shot back. "What?"

"You cheated on me."

He shook his head, worry filling his eyes. "Baby, I've never even looked at another woman."

I sighed, relief filling my soul. Your mind made that up, (Y/N). Your worse fear playing, bouncing around your silly little mind.

I asked Sebastian to help me sit up properly, drinking cold water through a straw. "Our marriage was falling apart. We were two ships just passing in the night." Sebastian kissed my hair and cocked his head to the side, listening. "It seemed to real."

The doctor nodded. "Mrs Stan. (Y/N), if I may. Three months ago, you were involved in a hit and run just outside of Brooklyn. You have suffered from a broken femur and fibula on the right leg. A broke tibia on the left leg, also a dislocation of the kneecap. Your clavicle has been shattered into four pieces, the humerus bone on the left arm is broken in two spots. When your body hit the ground, your cranium smashed on the pavement causing the comatose state. The mandible is fractured and the temporal bone is dented."

"Oh my god."

"All things considered, you've healed quite well."

"I was in a coma for three whole months?" I sighed, the sound shaky. "Sebastian. I heard you talking to me. Not at first but after a while, I heard you."

He smiled, a tear sliding down his cheek. "God, I missed you so much."

"I heard you asking, begging me to wake up." 

He kissed my forehead. "I'm so glad you woke up, (Y/N). I was going out of mind waiting for you."

"Doc, how long till a full recovery?"

He shifted his weight between feet. "That's a bit more ... complicated. You see, we didn't expect you to wake up, let alone this soon. Most patients with the kind of damage to their skeleton with a comatose state, very rarely regain consciousness left alone be able to remember their experiences and speak fluently."

"What do you mean remember their experiences?"

He nodded. "There has been cases where people in a coma, have experienced slight life changes. For instance, a woman roughly your age, went into a coma and was asleep for one full year. When she woke up, she explained to her husband, that she had met someone and married them in her 'dream'. She was very devastated when she woke up and realized that she wasn't, in fact, married to this man. Six months after she went home, she filed for divorce."

"Jesus." Sebastian cussed under his breath. "Did you marry another man?"

I shook my head. "No, I didn't. We were still married but our marriage was on the rocks. Things were not good. We had a miscarriage, you turned to another woman and I threw myself into my work. I honestly, think that neither of us were truly happy." He closed his eyes, running a hand over his tired face. "It was so realistic that I can't tell what was fake was what is real. The way I feel right now, laying in this bed, feeling your hand on mine. The doctor speaking clearly to me, it seems to real but-"

"The dreams you may have experienced while in your state are going to feel very real. It will be difficult for you to determine what is real and what is dream for a while."

Sebastian looked down at me. "Baby, this is not a dream."

#not a dream #finale #what happened #this is the end #sebastian stan fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[furederiko]

1st post for the month of August 2017! And it's the 'Clash of the Reds'. Yes, a belated write up for Kyuranger episode 24!!!

NOTE: This recap-view is for the episode that aired on Sunday, August 6th, 2017 07:30 JST. It was initially meant to be published last week, just a few days after it was broadcasted (precisely on August 8th). Unfortunately, the plan got sort of derailed. Long story short... the social media detox that was only planned to last for a week, got unexpectedly extended for another because I was bedridden afterwards. So yeah, hence the long delay. But not to worry, recap-view for episode 25 will arrive very soon to make up for that!

- Assuming the show will be 48-49 episodes in total, that means it's officially around its halfway point. Yes, eventhough things are already feeling so heavy and serious, we still have HALF a season to go from here! NOTE: If it's 48 episodes in total, that means this episode marks the end of the first half. If it's 49, then the next one (episode 25) serves that purpose. - We should know by now that Kyuranger isn't the type of show that likes to drag plot points. This episode is just another solid proof of that. Just three episodes in, and Tsurugi's facade of bravado has been peeled away, revealing a more sentimental true personality. Interestingly, we also get to see him struggling with memories of the past. I wonder if it's in a way, implying that Tsurugi is suffering from a... war PTSD? O_O. In order to get to the bottom of this, he needs to know 'the truth'. Thus, he sends out Spada and Raptor on an important mission. Which of course, also serves as the show's usual excuse for characters to be absent from the episode. Not that I'm complaining... - But the two aren't the only ones who need to be... benched out. This episode is clearly a double focus for the Reds, as they try... or rather, 'forced' to work out their differences. Hence... it doesn't even take long for everyone else (sans Commander Xiao, who stayed on the Rebellion) to get literally swallowed by our MotW, Malistrate Gabbler! IMHO, this right hand of Tecchu is a scary MotW that should really have had higher rank in the Shogunate. Why? With his ability alone, he actually succeeds in taking down SEVEN Kyurangers all at once! WOW, right? - Anyways, eventhough he doesn't approve Tsurugi as Kyuranger at first, Lucky begins to... sense there's something 'wrong' with Tsurugi. Commander Xiao wisely helps him realize, that the 'legendary hero' tends to act the complete opposite to his words. Proof? Tsurugi's boasting about immortality, eventhough he had already lost that ability before his cold-sleep. And hearing a holographic projection of Don Armage making fun of his fallen comrades, causes him to lose his composure. Symbolizing that inspite of his words that dismissed them as 'expendables', he actually CARED for them. Also, he's telling the Kyurangers to be his shield, yet he's the one who does that to protect Lucky! Oh the irony... - Speaking of being a 'shield', the show introduces a new character in this episode: Kuervo (VA: Daisuke Namikawa, who previously voiced Engine Speedor in Go-Onger). He's one of Legendary 88 Warriors that represented the Corvus Constellation System, their strategic advisor, and also a personal close friend to Tsurugi. He was the one whom Tsurugi refered to as 'sacrificed his life for him', during the battle against Don Armage in the past. Thus obviously, he's the one responsible for leaving behind a deep 'scar of friendship' in Tsurugi's heart. Fun Trivia: The word 'Cuervo' is actually the Spanish word for 'Raven/Crow'. And yes, in case you're unaware, Corvus is the Crow Constellation! So as always, TOEI isn't even trying to be subtle when it comes to names. LOL. - Intriguingly, assuming Kuervo's truly dead, then that means there's only one sole candidate who might end up becoming the new Don Armage: Olion (whom you can see using a sword and a mostly white outfit in the flashback scene). Remember my theory that proposes Olion as the Darth Vader of the show? This reveal just adds that notion. Then again, we never really witness Kuervo's body (just like Scorpio) as well, so anything's still possible here. Beside, we also know how that much-hated Jedi eventually became Vader? Meaning we can't rule out anyone yet, because the rule of death is pretty much flexible in science-fiction. - Lucky challenges Tsurugi to share his story (get it? his-story? XD), even if just to put them both on the same page. Instead, that makes him understand the reason behind his stand-off-ish demeanor: Tsurugi simply doesn't want to sacrifice any more comrades in battle. Aaaaaw... T_T. That's why he wants to deal with Gabbler and Tecchu alone. So yeah, someone's definitely having a lone survivor syndrome! Tsurugi even proves that point, by taking Lucky's Leo Kyu Globe as hostage, to prevent him from joining the fight. Fun fact: I just realized. True to his 'Soldier' namesake, Tsurugi is acting like a drill-sergeant. Showing all tough and mighty bravado on the front, but secretly tries to protect his comrades. He even has his share of warfare PTSD. That's a really good angle right there. - Due to the duration, of course said twist doesn't last long. Tsurugi gets into a fickle due to his previous wounds, and Xiao and Lucky arrive to save the day. The younger Red then proposes a new 'system' to Tsurugi's face: "If the current saviors... and the old savior work together... We... can create a new legend!". So yeah, ignoring the fact that it might have arrived a tad too quickly (I WAS expecting more resistance and stubborness)... the 'Rivalry of the Reds' has been resolved. It shouldn't come off as too surprising though, as Draco Commander says it best... "Say what they will, these two get along pretty well.". Indeed, they ARE actually two of a kind. Probably the reason why they're both Red, right? LOL. - While Draco Commander distracts Tecchu, the duo works together to free the other Kyurangers. Good timing, because they are all (including the mechanical ones like Balance and Champ, the joke's on them) almost on the verge of having all their life energy drained! With none of them being fit enough to join the fight (thus preventing any of the mecha sans Gigant Phoenix to be used), it's up to the Reds to handle the giant battle as well. Taking down Gabbler is easy, but what can they do when Tecchu decides to tag along? That's when a miracle occurs. Or in the words of Tsurugi, "It's about to be truly legendary!". - Yes, the other 10 Change Kyu Globes (including those of Spada's and Raptor's... who are busy tinkering around with a lever-like contraption) join the battle in their own free will! They boost the power of Leo Voyager and Phoenix Voyager, thus forming... the 12 Kyu Globes combination, Kyutamajin. Gotta admit, it's a rousing and exciting sequence. As for the robot itself, when I first saw the catalogue picture, I thought the new combo looked weird and odd. But now that I've known the concept and seen it in action, saying I've warmed up to it would be a huge understatement. Because I'm actually DIGGING this combination! Sure, some parts still looks a bit awkward (like the giant ball on top of the head), but this is a smart design, that unites all 12 heroes in one mecha without overdoing it. And this is coming from a guy who actually liked those messy-complicated clusterfuck formation in Go-Onger and last year's Zyuohger. LOL. In a way, it's a solid mecha. - The problem is, only the two Reds are using Kyutamajin! And knowing how the internet works, this has surely rubbed some fans in the wrong way. Of course, since this episode aired two weeks ago (once again, this recap-view is a week late), everyone should know by now that there's a logical reason to why only Leo Red and Phoenix Soldier are sharing the control of this mecha: because the others are being saved for episode 25! LOL. Then again, it's not like the Reds aren't hinting about it throughout this episode. I mean, they ARE repeatedly asking the tune of, "Can we really move it with just the two of us?". They're not even being subtle about it. I guess impatient fans wouldn't be able to see these hints past their complains, huh? LOL. NOTE: Kyutamajin isn't even using its ultimate finisher in this episode. "Kyutamajin! Meteor Booster!" is a just a secondary attack that only manages to take down Gabbler. Don't forget, Tecchu is still at large! - Tsurugi officially joins the team, as proven by his Kyuranger License. Yep, the one that Kotarou delivered for the team at the start of the episode. Something that even Xiao hasn't owned before (hence why he 'forgot' all about it, huh? LOL). It's nice to see all 12 onboard the same ship, right? Hold on, the question here is... what about Spada and Raptor? - Turns out, they are in Planet Tocky of the Horologium System, in search of the Horologium Kyu Globe. Why? Because Tsurugi wants to use it... to travel back in time, and see with his very own eyes, what really 'happened' to Don Armage. Yep, time travel is the show's next big arc! And this discussion comes at the right time, because Spada and Raptor pop up on the communication screen with a 'distress call'. Why? Because something is going on in the Planet that can't be handled by only the two of them... A few additional notes before I wrap this up: - Bandai Japan released a Special "Henshin Series" episode after this episode was aired. And it was.... hillarious as always! I thought the company was going to release one after every episode (they should, tbh), so it was a bit of a bummer when the series stopped four months ago in episode 6 (following Mr. Pega's short-lived debuted). The fact that the previous extra members (Xiao and Kotarou) haven't had their time in the spotlight yet, also added to the disappointment. So obviously, the arrival of this special episode was more than just a pleasant surprise. That's right, because all extra members get their chance to show off! Interestingly, this video didn't include Phoenix Soldier's henshin pose. Does this mean we'll be getting another one in the future? Especially with that rumored new transformation gadget? Here's hoping... - More movie scenes can be seen in the opening, as well as the new trailer that debuted after the episode. There were two standouts from them. First, Leo Red is using Herakles Kyu Globe in the movie, to somehow deal with the Kerberos one. Second, there are obvious scenes hinting that Commander Xiao is killed in the movie. Remember, this is Japan and their habit of spoiling things in advance. Eventhough the movie is doing really good! Then again, should we really believe that Xiao is dead? I seriously doubt it. Just look at what happened to the Kamen Rider Ghost's summer movie last year... LOL. - Haruka Tateishi (Amu of last year's Zyuohger) is giving an exclusive on-location tour for Kyuranger's G-Rosso action show. Go ahead and see it, it's all kinds of fun. Makes you eager to see her character returning to meet the Kyurangers in the upcoming Versus Movie, right?

Overall: Tsurugi's 4-part debut arc has come to a close. Thanks to the show's swift pacing, it didn't take long for the legendary soldier to get grounded and humbled down. Even his signature arrogance has already been taken down more than a notch, revealing a more painful and broken nature. I love how he and Lucky seems to exhibit contrasting personality from one another, while in actuality, they are still the same color. Yes, the conflict between them got resolved a little too quickly for my taste. Then again, it also proved my point that they are basically two of a kind. And in a way, Tsurugi was welcomed to the team in an organic manner, so I'm not complaining. Overall, a great albeit imperfect episode, with a stunning but equally imperfect debut for a new mecha combination. But that's because the next episode will be... something else! You'll see... Next week: Prepare for tissue, because Kotarou is giving us all the feels! PS: Expect the recap-view for Episode 25... in just a few hours from now! ;D

Episode 24 Score: 8 out of 10

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Georgia on my Mind Part 8: Shot Through the Heart

Note: I do not own any of The Walking Dead characters, but I do own Georgia May Grimes. Please leave comments and enjoy.

Summary: AU. Georgia is Rick’s oldest daughter from a previous relationship. This is the story of how she survives the zombie apocalypse, fight walkers, bonds with her new family, and finds love. (Is that too cheesy?)

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We walked for a few more minutes before a gunshot sounded in the distance. I looked back at everyone who all looked equally as confused.

“Let’s wait here for a minute. Rick, Shane, and Carl should be right behind us anyways.” Lori suggested, but after five minutes of waiting everyone started getting restless.

“We should keep moving back to the highway. I’m sure there’s no reason to worry.” Andrea said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“We all heard it.” Daryl said.

“Why one? Why just one gunshot?” Lori wondered.

“Maybe it was a lone walker.” I suggested.

“Don’t patronize me, Georgia!” Lori snapped. I looked at Glenn who was sitting across from me and tried to portray my annoyance at my stepmom in a single glance. “Rick wouldn’t risk a gunshot to take down one walker, neither would Shane. They’d do it quietly.”

“Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?” Carol asked in a quiet voice.

“There’s nothing we can do ‘bout it anyway. Can’t run around these woods chasin’ echoes.” Daryl said.

“So what do we do?” Lori asked.

“We head back up to the highway and reconvene with Dale, T-Dog, Dad, Shane, and Carl then discuss our next move.” I said.

“We beat the bush for Sophia. Head back up to the highway.” Daryl said.

“Georgia’s right, they’ll hook up with us back at the RV.” Andrea said and I glared at her as she used my real name.

WE started walking again and I fell in step with Glenn while Daryl led us through the woods. Andrea and Carol were behind us and Andrea was assuring the hurting mother that we were all hoping and praying for Sophia along with her.

“...For what it’s worth.” Andrea finished.

Daryl whipped around and walked towards them, “I’ll tell you what it’s worth, not a damn thing. It’s a waste of time all this hoping and praying. ‘Cause we’re gonna locate that little girl, she’s gonna be just fine. Am I the only one zen around here? Good Lord.” I smiled at Daryl referring to himself as zen and also at how much he care for Sophia. He was still trying to act all tough and macho, but it was obvious that he had a soft side and that he care for our rag tag team of survivors.

“You’re smiling.” Glenn pointed out in a singsong voice.

“Shut up.” I muttered.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Technically you just did.” I teased.

“You suck! But seriously?” he asked and I nodded, “What is the deal with you calling Lori by her first name and her calling you Georgia instead of JoJo?”

I sighed before launching into my tragic backstory, “Well, if you haven’t figured out by now, Lori is not my real mom. My biological mom and my dad were dating in college and wound up pregnant with me. She never wanted kids so she told Dad she wanted to get rid of me, but he begged her to keep me. She finally agreed and when I was born I was immediately given to my Dad, she never held me, she’s not listed on my birth certificate, Dad doesn’t even have a photo of her. Now, because my dad was young and stupid, and I was born in Georgia in May he named me Georgia May, but since that’s a mouth full he called me JoJo. He met Lori when I was five and I knew she wasn’t my mom so I always called her Lori. Why she insists on calling me Georgia, we’ll never know, but that’s the way it’s been for the last thirteen years.” I explained. “Your turn!”

“What?” He asked, surprised.

“I let you know about my past, know I want to know about Glenn Rhee, Korean, pizza delivery boy, extraordinaire.” I teased.

“Um...hey Daryl! How much further?” Glenn called out.

“You are the worst.” I said.

“You love me, Georgia!” He said throwing his arms open.

“If you ever call me that I will put an arrow through you!” I threatened teasingly and Glenn pretended to look hurt.

“Y’all be quiet. There still walkers ‘round.” Daryl scowled and he glared at Glenn and me. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, I was beyond tired of his hot and cold act and his treating me like a child. I decided that I was going to try and do the unthinkable and talk to him tonight. “It’s about a hundred yards, as the crow flies.” Daryl answered.

“Too bad we aren’t crows.” Andrea muttered before wandering off only to scream loudly a few moments later.

I notched an arrow and drew my bow as fast as I could before running in the direction of the noise along with everyone else. Andrea was on the ground screaming with a walker closing in on her. Right as I was about to a fire my arrow I heard hooves and a woman on horse back wielding a baseball bat came and hit the walker.

“Lori and JoJo Grimes?” The woman asked as she turned to face us in the saddle. Lori and I stepped forward. I looked up at the girl who had bright green eyes, short brown hair, and was wearing cowboy boots.

“Rick sent me. One of you needs to come with me now!” The young woman demanded.

“Wait, what?” I asked.

“There’s been an accident. Carl’s been shot. He’s still alive, but one of you needed to come with me now.” The woman said. I felt myself go numb and my ears started ringing, this couldn’t be happening again. I watched Lori slip her backpack off and approach the horse.

“Woah, woah, woah, we don’t know this girl. You can’t get on that horse!” Daryl shouted and I walked forward as well and he grabbed my arm to stop me from getting closer.

“Rick said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl?” The woman asked as Lori mounted the horse behind her and several people nodded, “Backtrack to Fairburn Road, about two miles down is our farm. You’ll see a mailbox with the name Greene on it!” She said as she kick the horse's side and it started to gallop.

“My little brother’s been shot...my brother’s been shot.” I muttered and Daryl squeezed my arm where he was still holding it.

“We need to get back to the highway, now!” Daryl said and he started walking us forward.

……….

“Shot? What do you mean shot?” Dale asked once everyone told him what happened. I was leaning on the guardrail in silence, biting my nails and worrying about my family.

“I don’t know, Dale. I wasn’t there. All I know is this chick rode out of nowhere on a horse like Zorro on a horse and took Lori.” Glenn explained frantically.

“You let her?” Dale asked looking at Daryl who was supposed to be in charge.

“Climb down out of my asshole, man. Rick sent her. She knew Lori and JoJo’s names and Carl’s.” Daryl defended.

“I heard screams.” Dale said.

“Andrea got attacked by a walker. It was a close call.” I commented quietly. Glenn looked over and came and sat next to me. Andrea stormed over to the RV and slammed the door behind her as she climbed in.

“We need to find that farm.” I said firmly looking up at everyone.

“We can’t Sophia is still out there.” Carol said.

“Carol, the group is split. We’re scattered, we’re weak.” Dale said.

“What if she comes back and we’re not here.” Carol said.

“Look, I hate to suggested that we split up any further, but my family is on that farm and my little brother has been shot, so I am going. I can drive, I’ll take a car and go and the rest of you can stay and look for Sophia.” I said standing up.

“No!” Everyone said, shooting me down.

“If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful.” Andrea argued.

“Okay. We gotta plan for this. I say tomorrow morning I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Give us a chance to rig a big sign, leave her some supplies. I’ll hold her tonight, stay with the RV.” Daryl strategized.

“If the RV is staying, I am too.” Dale said.

“Thank you. Thank you both.” Carol said tearily.

Andrea shrugged, “I’m in.”

“Well, if you’re all staying then I’m…” Glenn started.

“Not you Glenn, you’re going. Take Carol’s Cherokee and get JoJo back the farm.” Dale ordered.

“I don’t need a babysitter!” I scoffed.

“Me? Why is it always me?” Glenn asked exasperated.

“We need to find this farm and reconnect our people and see what’s going on. But most important, you have to get JoJo and T-Dog there. This is not an option. That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to that farm and see if they have an antibiotics because if not, T-Dog will die. No joke.” Dale said gravely. I watched as Daryl perked up and walked over to his motorcycle. He pulled off some rags that were hanging on it then reached into the side bag and pulled out  ziplock bag full of pill bottles and crystal on the bottom. Daryl walked back over and handed me the bag of pills before throwing the rags at Dae.

“Keep your oily rags off my brother’s motorcycle.” Daryl said then grabbed my hands and raised them so he could open the bag and dig through it with both hands, “Why did you wait till now to say anything? Got my brothers stash. Crystal, X. Don’t need that. Got some kickass painkillers. Oxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither, it’s first class.” he said throwing a few bottle to Glenn and Dale.

“Those are pretty hardcore antibiotics.” I commented. I knew that people used them to get high, but this seemed organized to be entirely an addiction.

Daryl shrugged, “Merel got the clap on occasion.” I felt my face screw up in disgust at the thought.

……….

We packed up T-Dog, Glenn, and my families things into the Cherokee and drove off. By the time we reached the farm it was dark and I barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and sprinting up to the porch.

I threw the front door open, “Carl? Dad?” I called out. An old man with thin white hair and kind eyes approached me.

“Well you must be Rick’s daughter. He said you would be the one rushing in here. I’m Hershal. You’re family is just through here.” He said calmly in a gentle southern accent and he grabbed my hand and led me into his beautiful farm house. He opened one of the first doors we came to and my body seemed to freeze when I saw Carl laying on the bed, pale and cover with sweat, and a bandage soaked in blood on his side. Lori was laying on the bed next to next stroking his hair and Dad was sitting in a chair next to him with an IV in his arm. Giving blood for Carl, I realised, and he must have given a lot considering how pale he was.

I turned to Hershel, “Thank you. My dad isn’t looking to good. I have the same blood type as he and Carl, A Positive. Let me know if I can help.”

“I will darling. Thank you. Right now, your family needs you.” He said and he closed the door as he left.

I sat down on the opposite side of the bed from Lori and grabbed Carl’s hand and cried. I felt Dad lean forward and put a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, Peaches. He’s gonna be just fine. Just like I was.” He assured me. After a minute he asked, “Is everyone here?”

“No. It’s just me, T-Dog, and Glenn. T-Dog has blood poisoning and I was a mess so Dale insisted that Glenn drive us. The others are staying on the highway tonight so they can make some sort of sign for Sophia to find us if she makes it back to the highway.” I explained and Dad nodded before sitting back down.

There was a knock at the door and Glenn poked his head in followed by the woman on horseback from earlier.

“Hi. I’m Maggie. I’m Hershel's daughter. Your boys just got here with some pain medicine for Carl, Hershel will give it to him when later. I brought you a sandwich.” She said handing me a plate. She had the same kind demeanor as her father, but was obviously badass enough to kill a walker with a baseball bat on horseback and I immediately liked her.

“Thank you, Maggie. I’m Georgia, but everyone calls me JoJo. Sorry we had to meet under such weird circumstances.” I said and I held out my hand to shake hers.

“Nice to meet you. Y’all let me know if you need anything.” She said before she waved goodbye and left the room.

A while later Hershel came in to take Carl’s blood pressure and he was followed by Maggie, Glenn, and T-Dog. Glen took his hat off the minute we enter the room.

“Hey. We wanted to let you know we’re here.” Glenn said.

“Whatever you need.” T-Dog agreed and I smiled through my tears. Maggie led them out of the room as Hershel pulled back the blanket covering Carl. I let out an awful sob as I saw that his stomach was swollen and based on the color, I would say it was filled with blood. I looked at dad and lori who were both crying and hanging their heads.

“They don’t get back soon, we’re gonna have a decision to make.” Hershel said.

“Who gets back?” I asked.

“Shane and their man Otis went about five miles down the road hours ago to get some surgical equipment.” Dad explained.

“What’s the decision?” I asked.

“Whether to operate on your brother with or without the respirator.” Hershel said. I had obviously missed most of their medical discussion so I decided to let the adult handle it and just be their for my brother.

“You said that wouldn’t work.” Lori pointed out.

“I know. It’s extremely unlikely, but we can’t wait much longer.” Hershel said. Lori stood up and walked out of the room and Dad tried to stand up and follow her, but stumbled. I rushed to his side and helped him stand and he walked out of the room leaving Hershel, Carl, and me behind.

“Thank you for taking care of my brother.” I muttered.

“You’re quite welcome.” Hershel said putting his stethoscope on and listened to Carl’s heart and I could hear the muffled fighting of Dad and Lori outside of the window.

I stood up and looked down at Carl, “I need a minute. I’ll be right back.” I briskly walked out of the room and leaned against the hallway wall, I put my face in my hands and sunk down to the floor, taking a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. Dad and lori walked in a while later and sat down on the floor next to me. We sat there in silence, waiting for Shane and Otis to come home when Carl started coughing in the other room. We all jumped up and rushed into the room.

Hershel held Carl down as he thrashed and panted until the three of us came into the field of view.

“Where are we?” Carl asked as he looked around. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as Lori stroked his hair.

“Hey, Little Man. That’s Hershel, we’re in his house. You had an accident.” Dad explained nodding to Hershel who was smiling down at Carl.

“It hurts a lot.” Carl whimpered.

“Oh baby, I know.” Lori said.

“Don’t worry. Chicks dig scars. Plus, you and Dad match now.” I joked and Carl smiled.

“Mom. JoJo. You should have seen it.” Carl whispered.

“Seen what?” Lori asked.

“The deer. It was so pretty, Mom. It was so close. I’ve never been…” Carl said before he froze, eyes wide open. My eyes widened and jaw dropped as I feared the worse. Carl’s back arched before he started shaking on the bed and we all reached for him on instinct.

“Don’t. It’s a seizure. If you hold him down you could hurt him.” Hershel said as he rolled Carl onto his side.

“You can’t stop it?” Lori asked.

“He just has to go through it.” Hershel explained. Dad wrapped his arms around me and Lori and I buried my face in his chest and sobbed. When the sound of Carl thrashing died down I dared to peek at him and saw that he was lying still on the bed. Hershel started looking his over.

“His brain isn’t getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming. He needs another transfusion.” Hershel explained.

“I’m ready.” Dad said.

“If I take any more out of you, your body could shut down. You could go into a coma.” Hershel cautioned.

“I’ll do it.” I volunteered.

“I don’t like that idea.” Dad said.

“Daddy, we don’t have a choice and I want to do this.” I said. I took off my flannel shirt off so that Hershel could get to the vein in my arm. I sat down in a chair and Hershel came over with a strange machine and pushed the needle into my arm. I felt my face scrunch as the needle entered, but the pain quickly faded.

Maggie and Glenn came in with blankets and pillows later in the night. I had no idea how much blood had been taken out of me by then, but I was light headed and soaked with sweat so I was willing to beat a fair amount.

“You look like Hell.” Glenn joked.

“At least I have a reason for looking this awful, you’re just stuck looking ugly.” I teased.

“Very funny.” he said throwing a pillow at me. Maggie giggled as she put blankets on Carl’s bed and walked out of the room. I noticed Glenn’s eyes following her out.

“Glenn and Maggie sittin’ in a tree.” I sang once she was out of earshot.

“What? No!” Glenn defended and I raised an eyebrow at him, “Fine. At least I can talk to my crush. How are things going with Mr. Dixon?”

“Shut up.” I hissed as Dad and Lori walked back into the room. Glenn gave me one more smirk before he walked out.

“Hey Peaches. How you feelin’?” Dad asked running a hand through my hair before sitting down on the bed, Lori rounded to the other side and laid down next to Carl.

“Like I’ve had several units of blood pumped out of me with a primitive medical tool.” I answered.

“Very funny.” Dad smiled.

“Hey Dad. What did Carl mean about a deer?” I asked.

Dad shifted for a moment and looked at his folded hands in his lap, “Before it happened we were standing there in the woods and this deer just crossed right in front of us. I swear it just planted itself there and looked Carl right in the eye. And I looked at Carl, looking at that deer looking right back at Carl. And that moment just...slipped away. That’s what he was talking about when he woke up.”

……….

I must have drifted off to sleep because next thing I knew Dad was shaking me awake while Hershel looked over Carl.

“He’s still losing blood faster than we can replace it. And with the swelling in his abdomen we can’t wait any longer or he’s just going to slip away. Now, I need to know right now if you want me to do this, because I think your boy is out of time. You have to make a choice.” Hershel said.

“A choice?” Lori asked.

“A choice. You have to tell me what it is.

“Without the surgery, Carl will die for sure. With the surgery, there’s still a chance, but far less. We need to do this.” I said although I was sure no one was listening to me. And in a shocking turn of events, I was correct, Lori and Dad stayed staring into each other’s eyes like this was a rom com and not a matter of life and death.

“We do it.” Lori finally said tearfully to Hershel.

“Alright. Patricia, Maggie, come help me. You two decide if you want your daughter here. We could use the help, but it’s your choice.” Hershel said walking out of the room.

“JoJo, go wait with T-Dog and Glenn. I don’t want you seeing this.” Dad said.

“But Dad…” I argued.

“Please, Georgia, now!” He commanded. I stood up and walked out of the room, I walked through the house the way we had come in and went to go stand on the wrap around porch for a while.

Even in the dark, I could tell that this farm was beautiful. I had always pictured myself living in a place like this, owning a stable, writing during the day, having a future in the Georgia countryside. I closed my eyes and leaned against one of the poles and imagined what my future could have been like, the rumbling of a truck interrupted my musing. It pulled up to the front of the house quickly and Shane jumped out holding a hospital bag that I could see had equipment poking out of it. Carl was going to be okay! Lori, Dad, Hershel, T-Dog, Glenn, and Maggie came running out of the house to greet the car.

“Otis?” Hershel asked grabbing the bag from Shane

“No.” Shane whispered hanging his head.

Hershel was silent for a moment, “We say nothing to Patricia. Not till after. I need her.” And with that he turned back to the house to go operate on Carl.

“They kept block us at every turn. We only had ten rounds and he said...he said he’d cover me and that I...that I should keep going. So that’s what I did, I just...I kept going, but I looked back and he…I tried.” Shane stammered out. Maggie looked on the verge of tears and I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

……….

An hour later Hershel came out the where Dad, Lori, and I were sitting on the porch and smiled.

“He seems to have stabilized.” He said. I let a huge sigh of relief and smiled while Dad hugged Hershel.

“Thank you so much!” I said.

“I don’t have words.” Lori said with a huge smile and tears running down her cheeks.

“I don’t either I wish I did.” Hershel said. “How do I tell Patricia about Otis?”

Dad turned to look at Lori and me, “You two go to Carl and I’ll go with Hershel.”

Carl was sleeping when we walked in and I sat down on the side of the bed and held his hand. A minute later there were footsteps and I turned, expecting to see my dad, but instead saw Shane standing in the doorway. He and Lori stared and each other and I made the executive decision that I did not want to be in that room. I stood up and quietly walked out and went to the kitchen where Maggie, Glenn, and T-Dog were sitting.

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