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let-me-luve-you · 3 years

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Cancer Battle

Tom Holland x Sister (with the whole Holland clan)

Summary: The reader is diagnosed with cancer, but decides to keep it from her brothers.

Warnings: angst, cancer treatment, cancer diagnosis, brothers being rude, somewhat of a fluff ending

A/N: I did research on this. I hope I did the correct research. So I apologize if I’m wrong.

MASTERLIST

This has been the toughest two months of your life. Right when you were due to go over to America with your brothers to visit Tom, you noticed swelling in your neck. So did your mum. She set you up a doctors appointment, and two days later, you found out you had Hodgkin Lymphoma.

After talking with your doctor, you found you were in the early stages. It was still treatable and your chances of beating the cancer were very high. That helped you relax a little, but you were still in shock at hearing the words, “you have cancer.”

You wanted to start treatment right away so you told your brothers to go without you. They weren’t happy with you since you wouldn’t give them the real reason as to why you were staying behind. Every Wednesday morning for the next month, you would go with your mum or dad to the doctors office to do your antibody therapy treatment. You really didn’t want to do chemo or radiation unless it got worse, so you decided this was the next best option.

After four weeks of treatment, all of your brothers came home. Tom was disappointed you didn’t come see him, but he knew you probably had a good reason. He decided to come over to your parents house to hangout with you today. Except today wasn’t a good day. You were sick due to the side effects of the treatment. To those who didn’t know about your treatment, they would just think you had the flu. So when you walked back into your room from the bathroom, you groaned when you saw Tom sitting on the end of your bed.

“Good to see you too, Y/N.” Tom said with an eye roll.

“Hi Tom. Sorry. You might want to leave, I’m sick.” You said trying to keep your distance but you were wanting to lie down so bad.

“Mum told me. Can I get you anything?” He asked sweetly.

“I’m okay for now. Dad went to the store this morning.” You replied and motioned with your finger for him to move. He understood and moved toward your door as you went to lie down. You sighed, content when your body hit the mattress.

“I’m going to go downstairs. Text me if you need anything.” You smiled at him. “Get better soon.”

The next few days, you started feeling better. This is how it was every week. Stuck in bed on Thursday and Friday. Moving around more on Saturday and fully back to your normal self on Sunday. Then you would repeat the process again.

This Wednesday though, you weren’t feeling good. It felt like you couldn’t catch your breath. You had a fever and you could tell you had lost at least twenty pounds since your diagnosis. You got up earlier than normal to talk to your mum. When you walked into the living room, you found all four brothers.

“Hey Y/N. You okay?” Sam asked.

Ignoring his question, you looked around the room. “Where’s mum and dad?”

“Dad has a meeting at ten and mum ran to the store really quick. Said she would be back soon.” Paddy said not looking up from his phone. You nodded and turned to go back to your room to lay down until you had to go to your appointment.

“It’s a good thing you're up though. I have a press tour coming up and we are going to Bali. The three of them are going and I wanted to see if you wanted to come. You didn’t get to go last time so I thought you would enjoy it.” Tom said.

“I would but uh..” You looked around trying to think of an excuse as to why you can’t go. “I’m still getting over this sickness. Wouldn’t be good for me to go.”

“Well good thing it isn’t until next month then.” Harry said with a laugh before he turned serious. “Why are you always bailing on us? You missed the last Bali trip. You skipped last minute to go to America. Now you’re trying to get out of going to Bali again. What’s up with that?”

“I just have a lot going on. It’s not that I don’t want to, I just can’t.” You said.

“Harry has a point though Y/N. It’s like you don’t like us or something. You never go out with us when we are in town either and you won’t let us post photos of you.” Paddy said.

You stood shocked. You didn’t know how to respond, but it didn’t matter since it didn’t seem that your brothers were done.

“Can you tell us if we did something to you so we can fix it?” Tom said trying to be the nice brother like always.

“Come on mate. We didn’t do anything and she knows it. She just hates us.” Harry said with a snarl.

“Must be embarrassed by us. I don’t know why. People love us.” Paddy said. Sam agreed with Paddy and Harry. Tom just didn’t know what to do so he just stayed quiet. He wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, but he did feel rejected by you lately.

“I love you guys and I would never be embarrassed of you. I just have a lot going on.” You said. You were getting worked up and it was making it harder to breathe. You turned and started to leave the room. “Tell mum to come to my room when she gets home.” You started to walk up the stairs and ignored the hateful comments your brothers were whispering about you.

An hour later. Your mum came into the room and saw you laying there asleep. She went to push your hair out of your face and felt how hot you were. She immediately started to panic and tried to wake you up. Thankfully you opened your eyes halfway and saw your mum.

“Mum, somethings not right. I don’t feel good.” You whispered.

“Get up honey. We are going to the doctor.” Nikki said in a rush. She went to help you stand when you fell on the ground. Nikki was worried because you couldn’t hold yourself up. “DOM!” She yelled. “DOM HURRY UP! COME HERE!”

Tom thought he heard his mum call for him and he heard the worry in her voice so he sprinted to where he heard her trying to talk to Y/N. He was shocked when he saw you on the floor.

“Tom I need your help. We have to get her to the hospital now. Help me get her to the car.” Nikki said. Tom stayed staring at your almost lifeless body “TOM!” Nikki snapped to get his attention. Tom immediately went into protective brother mode and ran to you and easily picked you up bridal style and carried you down to Nikki’s car. He laid you in the backseat and then he joined you by putting your head into his lap. Nikki ran to the driver's seat and rushed to the hospital.

“Mum, what’s wrong with her?” He asked.

“I’m not sure.” Nikki answered honestly. If it hadn't been for the swollen glands, Nikki would have thought you were healthy as a horse. Now with the treatments, it always pained her to see her only daughter struggling with the illness. Once they got to the emergency room, Nikki started telling the ER doctor everything. Tom paled when he heard the word cancer. He looked up at his mum to see if what she said was true. When the doctors took you in the back to run test, Nikki finally turned to her oldest and saw him shaking.

“Cancer?” He whispered. If Nikki hadn’t been standing so close, she wouldn’t have heard him. She gently wrapped an arm around Tom and guided him to sit in a chair. Tom stayed latched to his mum as he cried for his little sister. “Wha- how- when? When did she find out?” Tom asked many minutes later once he stopped crying.

“Before the America trip.” Nikki said. “She’s been doing treatments once a week since. The treatments make her sick. That’s why you found her like she was last Thursday.”

“I had no idea.” Tom said more to himself. “That’s why she didn’t want to go to Bali.”

“Yeah. She wants to stay home until the cancer’s gone. She has a high survival rate, Tom. She didn’t want any of you to worry. That’s why she didn’t tell you.”

As Tom went to say something a doctor interrupted. “Mrs. Holland, Y/N is in a room now. You can go sit with her while we wait for the results. Since Dr. Hammon is the one treating her, she will be here to overlook her during her stay.” Nikki nodded and grabbed Tom’s hand. They followed the doctor to Y/n's room where she looked so tiny on her bed. She had an IV in and was sleeping soundly.

“We gave her some medicine to bring her fever down. She should wake up soon.”

“Thank you doctor.” Nikki said as he walked away. She turned to Tom, “I’m going to go call your father. Sit with her please.”

“Of course.” Tom said before grabbing your hand and sitting in the chair next to your bed. Tom grabbed his phone with his other hand. He quickly added Harry, Sam, and Paddy to a group text.

T: Hospital. Room 135. Waiting on the results for Y/N. We need to talk.

H: WTF?! Is she okay? Is that where you went. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

T: Yeah. Had to help mum. Just hurry. She should have everyone here for her.

S: Called into work and got the day off. Will be there soon.

P: Harry and I are on our way too. Be there shortly.

By the time all the brothers arrived, Dom was walking into the room as well. Nikki had already spoken with Dr. Hammon and got the news of why Y/N reacted that way. Nikki decided now was the time to tell everyone the severity of it.

“Okay guys. Y/N wanted to keep this a secret, but I no longer can. She has Hodgkin Lymphoma. Her and I noticed swelling in her neck before she was going to the states so I took her to the doctor. She was diagnosed a couple days later. That’s why she didn’t go with you boys on the trip. She’s been undergoing treatment every week to help kill the cancer.” Nikki said looking at all of her sons. “I just talked with the doctor. The bad news is she doesn’t think the antibody therapy is working. She thinks it would be best to try chemotherapy next so the cancer doesn’t spread. The good news is, the cancer hasn’t spread.”

Dom visibly relaxed at hearing that news. He was thankful you were as okay as you could be. “Did she say why she reacted this way. Why did she almost pass out?” Dom asked.

“She said her body was working in overdrive to kill the cancer cells. Her fever got too high. Now that her fever is down, she’ll be back to her old self.”

“Old self?” Tom scoffed. “Mum she’s been sick more times than she’s been feeling okay. There’s no old self in that.”

“This is her new normal for a bit. Until she defeats the cancer, this is her old self.” Nikki responded.

You groaned and tried to open your eyes. Nikki and Dom rushed to one side as Tom rushed to your other. Tom ran his hand over your head. You turned and slowly opened your eyes and met Tom’s brown ones.

“What happened? Where am I?” You asked, confused.

“Your fever got too high. Me and mum rushed you here. You’re okay now.” Tom said. You turned to see your mum next to you with your dad.

“They know sweety.” She said. You closed your eyes for a second and turned to look at Tom again.

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you.” You said.

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re okay now. And I’ll be here every step of the way to help you fight.” He kissed your forehead. The rest of your brothers came up to you.

“I’m sorry Y/N/N for saying you hated us.” Harry said.

“I’m sorry too.” Sam said.

“I’m sorry as well.” Paddy said.

“It’s okay you guys. I’m sorry for not telling you. Just didn’t want you to worry. You guys have a lot going on in your life. Didn’t need to add this to the list of things you were stressing over.”

“We will always worry about you, healthy or not. You’re my baby sister. I never want you to think you have to go through something like this alone.” Tom said.

“I’ll sit with you at treatments.” Harry said.

“I’ll hangout with you when you don’t feel well at home.” Paddy said.

“I’ll make all of your favorites and I’ll make you soup.” Sam said.

You smiled at your brothers and thanked them. You were glad you had such an amazing support group to back you in this fight.

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jpegjade · 4 years

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Physical Therapy - Ch. 1 (Spencer)

WELCOME TO PHYSICAL THERAPY!! in honor of this bish starting physical therapy in real life (and missing it bc i can’t drive and my mom and i’s schedules not being synched on google calendar all the time) i’ve decided to write a fic about it. it will be a little series with a goal (yes, an end game) and it’ll be cute. some of it is based on actual things that happen and some is literally just the story. ENJOY.

gender: neutral

tw: nothing that i can think of

genre: fluff | angst

Description: After getting shot in the leg, spencer goes through physical therapy before he can get back in the field completely. What happens when he starts to fall for his physical therapy assistant?

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Two honks at 6am meant that it was time for Spencer to get going. Derek was downstairs, in the car, waiting on boy wonder to crutch his way out of the apartment complex. Derek wasn’t sure how to feel about this trip considering he missed his early morning run for this but he knew how nervous Spencer was for his evaluation today so he didn’t mind as much as he could have minded.

Spencer was patiently waiting in a pair of very short shorts, mismatched socks, and running shoes. He threw on a t-shirt and looked in the mirror, noting how tired he looked. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately for some reason but he couldn’t be sure why. He combed out his hair one more time before he and his crutches headed to the elevators.

“Ready, kid?” Derek said, opening the front door for Spencer like a world class chauffeur would if Spencer was a celebrity.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Spencer mumbled.

In truth, Spencer was more than ready to get started on his physical therapy journey. He wanted to get back in the field full time, adrenaline pumping, connecting with victims, walking again. He didn’t mind the assisted mobility but it was hard for him to know that the best he could do sometimes was stay back in the office or hang out in Garcia’s batcave.

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence between the two men. Derek was thinking about how he could make up his missed morning run by doing another type of high cardio workout while Spencer was just trying to figure out why it had to be him. He wouldn’t wish the frustration of his recovery process on anyone else on the team but the frustration of the recovery process just got to him on some days. Today was one of those days.

Derek pulled up to the physical therapy clinic sooner than Spencer hoped. Part of that was because Derek was a very fast driver while the other part was because Spencer wasn’t paying attention for most of the drive.

“You owe me one.” Derek said, completely joking. Well… Partially. That morning run was what kept him awake during the day, energizing him for work.

“Do you want to come in?” Spencer said, looking down at his hands in his lap.

Spencer’s hands were tapping his leg as he awaited Derek’s answer. He was nothing short of a nervous wreck on the inside. All he could think about was how much pain he would be in once the evaluation was over and the physical therapist had finished poking and prodding at his knee. He hated to think that it would be worse than everything else going on. Plus he still had to go to work today.

“Sure, kid.” Derek said.

Derek wasn’t going to sit in the car and do nothing the whole time so he might as well support his friend.

Climbing out of the car, the boys slowly made it to the sliding glass doors of the physical therapy clinic. Much to Spencer’s surprise, it was nothing like he originally imagined it to be. Some part of him thought it would somewhat resemble the clinic where his mother resided but it was completely different. There were floor to ceiling walls for over half of the first floor building. High tech equipment was stationed everywhere from anti gravity treadmills to hand bike motors, medicine balls and so much more. Spencer stood in the doorway, leaning on his crutches, while he took everything in. There was so much light in the air, it was almost like the feeling of recovery was airy and not meant to bog him down. This was a strange feeling for him to comprehend...

“You coming, pretty boy?” Derek called, taking a break from chatting with the pretty receptionist.

Spencer and his crutches walked over to the front desk and grabbed the paperwork that covered how much pain he was in today. He filled it out quickly, hoping to get everything over with sooner than later. He was already here so he might as well just finish everything quickly so he could get out of the place.

When he finished writing everything down, he returned the paperwork to the receptionist who slipped him a piece of paper and pointed to Derek. Spencer already knew it was the receptionist’s personal phone number and he didn’t even need to look at the paper. Sitting down, Spencer handed Derek to a very confused Derek before it hit him what it was. Derek winked at the receptionist, who blushed before answering the phone.

“Spencer?” A voice called his name shortly after he sat down.

It was nice to know that here, he didn’t have to be a doctor. He was just another person healing. He didn’t have to be smart, he could just exist.

“Good luck.” Derek said, noticing that Spencer’s hand was shaking in the slightest bit.

“My name is Nora and I will be your lead physical therapist.” The woman said, walking Spencer to a vacant padded table. It reminded Spencer of the types of tables you lay on when you get a massage.

He only got a massage once when Garcia got stood up on a couples’ massage date. He spent half of his part of the massage giving the masseuse facts about how their job could actually give them an infection from the amount of germs in the air and on the table. His delivery of facts caused the room to be incredibly uncomfortable and bleach the table very thoroughly. By the time he and the masseuse finished, only 5 minutes were left in the massage and Garcia was left horrified and amused at the same time.

“Don’t worry. We bleach the tables every time someone finishes a session.” Nora said, noticing the look on Spencer’s face. Spencer visibly relaxed and sat on the table.

“So, Spencer, tell me a little bit about yourself.” Nora followed up, pulling up a backless roller chair.

“Well, I was on a case and the unsub, unknown subject, shot at a dad but it ended up hitting me in the leg instead and…” Spencer paused, looking at Nora’s amused face.

“No, I mean tell me about you. Your hobbies, what you do for fun, things like that. I need to do a complete profile for you so I know how your quality of life has been affected and which exercises you can do at home so we aren’t pushing too fast.” Nora smiled at Spencer.

“I work.” Spencer said in a matter-of-fact tone. He didn’t really have anything else to say.

“Okay. So you’re a workaholic.” Nora wrote. She was about to ask a new question when you came quickly walking to Nora.

Spencer was left dumbfounded. There seemed to be a halo of light radiating around you, making you glow. He knew it was the sun finally rising but his brain short circuited as he continued to gaze at you.

“Hey Nora?” You said, looking down at your boss. “Mrs. Gillespi wants to know why you haven’t come back to check her form. She doesn’t trust me because, her words here, I ‘look like a child who doesn’t know their left foot from the color orange.’”

“Sure. Here, you can take over Spencer’s evaluation.” She handed you her clipboard.

You looked at the detailed notes on the paper and then up at Spencer, who looked like one of the youngest people here.

“It’s not often we get cute guys in this place. Other than Kyle. But Kyle’s an asshole who could almost be my dad.” You blurted, not realizing you said it outloud as soon as Nora left.

You noticed that he started blushing and looking at his converse and you realized that you said something. You usually spoke your thoughts out loud but the people you worked with were used to it so no one bothered to say anything.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“You called me cute.” Spencer said. “Which is fine. I don’t understand the appeal but I do believe that your blurting of what you perceive as a fact is a coping mechanism. It can also be tied to ADHD, which is a common mental disorder that causes your brain to impulsively say things.” Spencer paused, looking at your face.

“What?” You asked, again, confused.

“I’m not saying you have ADHD. I’m a doctor but not that kind of doctor. Although I could get another Ph. D. Prove my father wrong. And…” Spencer realized he was rambling.

“Cute and a talker.” You said, writing that down.

You wrote something down on the paper that Spencer couldn’t see but he was curious about.

“Let’s check out that leg.” You said, pulling out an instrument that looked like a compass.

You asked Spencer to move his knee certain ways and it wasn’t as bad as Spencer thought. You were gentle, soft even. Your hands were delicate and you ended the session massaging his leg and smiling at him.

“You were a good patient today, doctor Spencer.” You said, smiling at him.

Spencer blushed, unable to meet your eyes.

“You… I mean… I enjoyed our session.” Spencer said. “Which I don’t normally enjoy. Not that I’ve been shot before. Or had physical therapy. Or been here. Or even worked out really.”

“You’re funny, doc.” You smiled. “Your next appointment is Tuesday of next week according to the schedule so I guess I’ll see you then. I can’t wait.”

Spencer stared at you as he wondered why you were so excited.

“Why?” Spencer asked.

“It’s not every day I get the case for a cute guy who is smart and awkward. It’s almost like the heavens have answered my hopes and prayers.” You joked, looking up at the ceiling and putting your hand on your heart.

“I believe in science.” Spencer stated, grabbing his crutches.

“A man of science. Does it get any better? What’s your star sign?” You joked.

“Scorpio.” Spencer stated.

“Oop. All the scorpios I know have been some hoes. You better not be a hoe, doc.”

“I’m definitely not a gardening tool, if that’s what you’re referring to. Otherwise, I’d like to thing my lack of dating skills doesn’t qualify as being a… hoe? Although, I don’t believe in the use of the word to describe someone who enjoys spending time with multiple people. I’d like to think the use of the word is meant in jest and fun for a term of endearment.” Spencer stood up, balancing on his crutches.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” You said, walking slowly with Spencer to the front desk.

“What’s your name?” Spencer asked, turning to you. He realized that he never got your name.

“Y/n.” You smiled.

The clouds must have parted again because as soon as you turned to walk away from him, towards Nora, you were covered in another halo. And just like that, you were gone again.

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sheabeeprime · 3 years

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I Drive Me Mad

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By: @sheabeeprime for @superherotiger as part of @friendly-neighborhood-exchange -> I'm so sorry this is late. I worked really hard though and wouldn't even read my story until this was posted so I hope you love it <3

Rating: Teen + Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Summary:

Even though he couldn’t make out most of the distinct features that would confirm this figure to be human, let alone someone he knew, he wasn’t afraid. This man wasn’t scary like his captors had been. No, he radiated safety and warmth and through the armor plating that now gently caressed his cheek, Peter detected a familiar smell of expensive cologne mixed with motor oil which he recognized as home. “D-Dad? Please…help me,” Peter whimpered, fighting spirit returning ever so slightly as he resisted the need to allow his eyes roll back into his skull and fall into the forever slumber. It hurt to stay awake and to try and comprehend reality, but something inside of him said that he had to. He had to, if not for himself than for the blob of red and gold which held him close. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it would be for a father to lose their only child. “It’s okay Peter; you’re going to be okay." Or: In the aftermath of his kidnapping, Peter takes comfort from Tony during a Thunderstorm.

References to Torture

The first time Peter called Tony “Dad,” he was tired and 100% drugged out. Whatever his kidnappers injected him with was strong, with its effects still lingering even after his captors ceased their torture and left for him dead. Peter only hoped the reason they finally abandoned his husk was because they realized Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers were hot on their tail.

It took an additional 36 hours after that, however, before Tony and the others finally found him. At that point Peter was damn near dead.

Days prior he was still trying to fight through the toxins as they were administered. He tried to stay awake and learn everything he could about his captors... Now, the spiderling was just trying to save his energy enough to stay alive, to maintain his vital functions, even if poorly.

Peter couldn’t even hold his head up anymore; allowing it to lull from one side to the other when his mentor tried to shake him back into awareness. The unpleasant feeling of his head rolling about his shoulders, however, was just barely enough ignite the fringes of his mind with a semi-consciousness. He mentally reached for the feeling, trying to hold onto it as long as possible.

“D-Dad?” He asked, tongue thick and cottony.

It took all his enhanced strength, but Peter lifted his head up just enough so that when his eyelids fluttered open, he was looking at the blurred figure before him in their eyes.

“D-Dad? Please…help me,” Peter whimpered, fighting spirit returning ever so slightly as he resisted the need to allow his eyes roll back into his skull and fall into the forever slumber.

It hurt to stay awake and to try and comprehend reality, but something inside of him said that he had to. He had to, if not for himself than for the blob of red and gold which held him close. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it would be for a father to lose their only child.

“It’s okay Peter; you’re going to be okay.”

He clung to the feeling of hope that being in this figure’s arms brought him. Hands still bound behind his back with vibranium cuffs, Peter simply nuzzled into the neck of who he hoped to be his father, breathing in a heavy and ragged way while trying to hold back tears as the man cradled him and whispered sweet nothings, only stopping on the occasion to bark orders at the other Avengers.

Peter tried to ignore how every fiber of his body seemed to suddenly be subjected to hot flames when he was finally lifted up by the red and gold. As they took off into the air, Peter moaned, head throbbing to the same rhythm of his uneven pulse. His senses were both still dulled and on overdrive. He couldn’t even enjoy the way the cool air that filtered past them brought relief to his burning body because of the simultaneous wind sounds and air pressure that pounded in his ears.

Landing had to be worse than flying though. Peter wasn’t sure how long they’d been in the air for prior to hitting the ground, but the jostle it wrought was enough to displace Peter’s empty stomach such that his body, tired as it was, instinctually lurched forward in an attempt to dry heave. The strong arms holding him tightened their fatherly grip as Peter trembled in the aftermath, praying that the numbness he felt before might return and mask this pain once again.

There seemed to be no time to try and relax though. Almost immediately after his stomach attempted to turn inside out did a group of hands try to pry the crime-fighting-spider from his human safety blanket. Peter half expected the metal man to defend him, so when the man instead began the relinquish the hold he had on Peter to the group of strangers, Peter felt fear strike his heart.

“No!” he cried out, pushing back into the chest of the one person he knew was safe while trying to violent kick at his attackers.

“Pete, it’s okay. They just want to help. You’re safe,” The figure spoke in his ear, voice smooth and even, never once showing there was a reason to panic.

The words seemed to cocoon the spiderling up like his favorite MIT Hoodie. They allowed just the smallest morsel of comfort to sink into his skin and convinced him to momentarily stop bracing against the mass of hands just long enough for them to somehow release him from confines of the vibranium cuffs.

When Peter felt the pressure on his writs dissipate, his arms immediately snapped forward to wrap around his red and gold savior, gripping into the alloy mixture without fear of denting it. The person behind the armor didn’t even flinch he crunched the suit like aluminon foil.

“Don’ wan you ‘o leave me,” Peter slurred.

A couple minutes of silence passed, where the figure just hushed Peter by massaging his arms with one hand, supporting him still with the other, until the teenager could be coaxed into letting go and laying onto a gurney. When he finally relinquished the last of his grip and the medical staff began to work, Peter felt a stab of panic into his heart again. Behind his eyes, he could see the masked faces of his captors, taunting him in his intoxicated, helpless state and reaching to inflict more pain. Before Peter could open his mouth to scream, however, the sensation of someone holding his hand cut through the vision, anchoring him to reality.

The hand was about the size of the metal ones holding onto him earlier, except this time they were made of flesh. They felt soft yet calloused; gentle yet firm.

“Dad?”

Peter blinked a couple times, double vision lining up long enough to see Tony Stark’s face hovering over his own, concerned eyes and a worried smile. He ran his free hand over Peter’s sweat and blood matted hair, just like a parent would.

“It’s okay, little Bambino. I’m not going anywhere.” ~~~~~~~~

Peter didn’t remember calling Tony “Dad.” Actually, Peter didn’t remember much from his recuse at all. He wasn’t as embarrassed about it as his mentor, and even he himself, thought he was going to be though. Peter had recused people from kidnapping situations before and accepted that sometimes they say and do weird things. Never mind the fact that he had been fighting off calling Iron Man “Dad” in everyday conversations about a month prior to the incident.

Surprisingly, Peter was more flustered to find out that, true to his word, Tony stayed with him through all the poking, prodding, and evaluating. Even when surgery was deemed necessary

to reset some broken bones Peter had, Tony was there while he was put under and prepped for surgery. It was not until the lead doctor, Helen Cho, insisted that his presence in the surgery suite would be unsanitary and could inhibit the team of doctors that the billionaire finally did step aside. And even still, Tony’s face was the first he saw when he woke up.

Peter made a pretty quick recovery after that, all things considered. Once he gained enough weight back for his super healing to begin and work again, his bones and wounds seemed to knit themselves back together at an astronomical rate. 48 days after the incident and Dr. Cho even cleared him to be Spider-Man again, to Tony and May’s disgruntlement.

But Peter figured, this kind of thing…it happens to heroes. It happened to Tony. Sure, that was before he became Iron Man, but it still counts. And anyway, he didn’t want it to stop him from helping people; from preventing that kind of thing from happening to anyone else. He did the time in the hospital, he went to Tony’s mandated therapy, he should be able to be Spider-Man. It was the best thing for him anyway; to just move on.

Because that’s what heroes do.

Right?

But while he may have recovered from his physical wounds, his mental ones seemed tattooed with ugly ink on the back of his skull

Peter found he no longer felt safe in the apartment, with the sounds of the city beneath him. Whenever he closed his eyes, the dripping of their old bathroom faucet, or the sounds of his neighbors arguing, or the smell of the trash on the curb somehow brought him back to that grimy warehouse he had been kept in.

And when he was out and about, Peter’s Spidey Sense would constantly thrum. It made him seem paranoid. He would jump at just the sound of car doors closing or cats meowing or even just his friends approaching from behind. Everyone felt too close, but also too far.

The nightmares had to be the worst of it. Every night, he felt tortured again. Sometimes they were memories, sometimes imaginative scenarios, but always his fears playing out before his eyes. He tried to immerse himself with Spider-Man patrols and schoolwork in the late hour of night when sleep felt like imprisonment, but that wasn’t helping his mental state either.

That’s how Peter found himself sleeping at the Tower.

Peter wasn’t sure if being so high up and far away from the streets was what helped him calm down, or the bullet proof windows, or if it was just being close to Tony, but something about the Tower allowed him to sleep, even if only a little bit.

May was the first to approve of the arrangement.

“Anything to help my baby get better,” she said.

Tony had been pushing for him to stay anyway.

“It’s safer,” the genius would claim. And he was right, but there was more too it than that.

Either way, the Spiderling now had his own Star-Wars themed room in the Stark penthouse, down the hall from the master bedroom. And he would be lying if he said staying with his mentor hadn’t been great. The long lab days, the movie nights, the expensive family dinners, all of it was wonderful…except for one thing.

Thunderstorms.

KA-DUUUM!

Peter snapped forward in his bed, a mangled shout caught somewhere in this throat, never to make it out into the open. His eyes darted to the window which was being battered by rain. Part of him was thankful for the thunder for waking him from his impending nightmare. The other part of him, however, knew that this was almost worse.

FU-FOOM!

Another burst of noise had Peter jumping from his bed and into fighting position, hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking.

The tower was not soundproof. And being so high up, Peter felt the sounds of the storm were the only things that were made to be even louder.

Peter could feel see his veins throbbing with increased blood pressure. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and focus on his breathing, but the darkness behind his eyelids made his mind swim with anxiety.

“There is nothing to fear. There is nothing to fear. I’m safe here. I’m safe here,” Peter whispered to himself.

Logically, Peter knew this was just a harmless storm. He used to love watching them out of the massive windows in the tower. But ever since he came home from being kidnapped, he couldn’t handle it. The noises, the flashes of light, the way the tower seemed sway in the wind, all of it was too much for his heightened senses. The worst of it was, he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because it had been storming the night of his capture, or maybe it was just his PTSD, but either way it was driving him insane.

BARROOOM!

This time, Peter darted out of his room and into the hallway. Instinctually, he wanted to seek out comfort from the only other person in the house: Tony Stark. However, Peter was also trying to hide his fear of thunderstorms from his mentor, and up to this point he thought he had done a pretty damn good job. He had even had Ned hack FRIDAY so she wouldn’t alert Tony when he wasn’t sleeping well. He just didn’t want anyone to worry about him more than they already did. Which was a lot, by the way.

Tony didn’t need anything more weight on his mind, in Peter’s opinion. Despite how he hid behind a mask of sarcasm and sunglasses, Peter knew his mentor blamed himself for the world’s problems and carried that weight on his shoulders at all times. What kind of person would he be to add to that weight?

So, the young superhero padded past the Stark master bedroom and instead went into the kitchen to grab some water. He was about halfway done with his glass when another flash of lightening caused the kitchen-living area to momentarily flicker to life with a blinding white light. He could feel his stomach drop and hairs stand on end in the pitch black that followed, waiting for the room to be filled with sounds of thunder.

WA-BAMM!

CRASH!

Peter dropped his glass to the floor and jumped to the ceiling, whimpering when the glass he was using shattered beneath him. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he crawled into the safety of a corner.

“Peter?”

Tony poked his head up over the back of his luxury couch, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to help them adjust to the dark as he scanned the room for the spiderling. It wasn’t long before he spotted the human-sized form on the ceiling, huddling in a corner, silently sobbing.

“Oh Pete…”

Before Tony could even get up to go collect his kid, thunder struck again.

BUUU-DUDUMM!

Inhibitions falling, Peter scurried across the ceiling and dropped down on the couch next to Tony, curling up into his side like an infant.

“Dad, I’m sacred…” he mumbled into the genius’ oil-stained shirt, fear completely taking over.

Tony was sure Peter was unaware of what he had called him, but one look into the teen’s desperate, pleading eyes, and Tony decided he would let it be. The title gave him a warm, tingling feeling anyway. He knew in a second, he would be honored to be this kid’s Dad.

So, Tony did what any Dad would do and wrapped his arms around the boy, rubbing circles into his back and told him it would be okay. And they sat like the for the whole duration of the storm, until sobs became sniffles.

Peter was the first to break away, although not far enough that he was out of his mentor’s strong hold.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I don’t know what came over me,” he said, faced flushed from both crying and embarrassment.

Tony gave him the same concerned eyes and a worried smile that he vaguely remembered from his rescue. The man then ran his hand through the boy’s curls and, in a move that surprised them both, kissed the top of Peter’s head.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I know how difficult recovery can be. After Afghanistan…well…I guess you could say storms bothered me too, and I don’t have your senses,” the billionaire admitted.

Peter was shocked.

“Really? Is that why you were sleeping on the couch?” he asked.

“Uhh, actually, I just stay out here because I worry about you…ya know, in case you need me,” Tony answered, looking away a little nervously. He felt exposed, although deep inside knew his kid would never exploit that.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” Peter said quietly.

Tony noticed his guilt sinking in and immediately looked back at the kid and squeezed his arm so Peter would do the same.

“Hey, don’t be sorry. I really don’t mind.”

Peter looked skeptical.

Tony sighed.

“Listen. You are so good, Pete. What happened to me, I deserved that. But you? You do nothing be help people who have no advocate. I am so proud of you and the least I can do is be here when you need me. I’m not particularly good with my emotions but know that just how Iron Man will always look out for Spider-Man, Tony Stark will always look out for Peter Parker. Okay?”

Peter smiled. A genuine smile. Tony could swear it stopped raining in the moment and the room seemed almost brighter.

“I’m here for you too,” Peter said.

Damn this kid was too good.

“It won’t always hurt like this. It’s okay to lean on other people. I guess that’s something I’m still learning too.”

“We’ll get through this, Mr. Stark. Together.”

Tony smiled down at his kid, but a sudden thought turned his sweet smile into a mischievous smirk.

“Don’t you mean ‘Dad’?”

Peter flushed.

“Mrrrr. Starrrkkk.”

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hufflautia · 3 years

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Where it all started [Part 1]

Chapter 1

Sometimes links don’t appear on posts. if you can’t see the link to “Chapter 1”, my masterlist is pinned to the top of my blog, and you can find it there.

Summary: Slytherin’s parents have another argument, but at this point, no one’s surprised. After all, they’re her parents. It would be abnormal if they didn’t argue. However, this one’s a biggie. The fight ends with the slam of a door and her dad packing his bags into the car and getting ready to leave. Desperate for him to come back, Slytherin’s mom forces her to go to him with a message that will surely make him stay. Buckle up folks, for this is where it all began.

Slytherin stood on the sidewalk as she watched her dad pack up his things into the van.

She dug her fingernails into her arm, her heart stinging with ache as her dad turned around with a smile on his face, a failed attempt to reassure her that it was going to be ok. It was all gonna be ok. After all, this was normal, right? It’s not like it was unusual that her dad was leaving again to go back to Florida, where the homewrecker waited for him, her outstretched hands eagerly opened up to him and his credit card.

However, this was the first time he left abruptly. A spike of sorrow stabbed at Slytherin’s heart as she thought back to the sound of her parents’ door abruptly opening; soon after, she could hear angry stomps that quickly descended down the steps of the staircase.

She could almost hear the hiss in her ear as she stood in the archway of the living room, watching her dad leave in the far distance. “Tell him that Ravenclaw’s crying,” her mother spat, pushing her towards the front door. “Quickly, before he leaves!”

Slytherin internally sighed. How typical. Instead of resolving their relationship issues by going to couples therapy, her mom decided to throw all those burdens onto her daughter, who had already grown tragically used to being used as her puppet.

She decided not to argue against going after her dad and trying to guilt-trip him into staying home as her mom wanted. Otherwise, she would be lectured on how she’s selfish and wouldn’t do this small thing for her mom, how she’s basically ruining this family by letting her dad leave, how family is so fucking important and manipulating her dad into staying would be vital to their happiness as a whole, how family this and family that.

You get the point. Slytherin certainly did. That’s why she was currently standing awkwardly behind her dad, staring at his back as he lifted boxes into his car.

“Um, Raven…” She paused. Her throat felt dry and tight. Swallowing with difficulty, she tried again. “Ravenclaw’s crying.”

It wasn’t the crying itself that mattered. That wasn’t the main reason why her mom rushed her out the door to deliver the message to her dad. It was simply the fact that it was Ravenclaw who was crying. Let’s just say that he and his dad had a complicated relationship.

Things were never the same between them after Ravenclaw sent an angry message to him via text when he was in Florida a year ago. The contents of the message reeked of disdain for his constant infidelity. When his mom found out, she shoved the phone into Slytherin’s face in the dead of night and asked if she knew about this. The glaring light from the screen nearly blinded her.

Slytherin read the text messages through squinted eyes and could make out a few curse words here and there. Though she was slightly disoriented from the sudden ambush of information, it was clear to her that her brother resented their dad for what he did.

That made Ravenclaw’s anguish even more useful in their mom’s opinion. Seeing the tears streak down his face when he heard that his dad was leaving again, she had a glorious idea. Perhaps if her husband knew of their son’s sorrow, he would reconsider his abrupt departure. After all, it was Ravenclaw who was crying.

If it were Hufflepuff, that would be understandable—she can get quite emotional sometimes. But it was Ravenclaw, who was usually guarded and distant. One might suggest that he was secretly broken inside. But that’s not the point, at least not in his mom’s opinion. The main thing she was concerned about was that she could use his misery to her advantage! Maybe if her husband knew of his sadness, he would feel guilty enough to stay behind. After all, if his son, who despised him, was upset over his departure, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to stay home and endure his wife’s temper for a little while longer.

Slytherin’s words did produce somewhat of a reaction. Her dad didn’t turn around for a while, but when he did, his eyes were slightly red and puffy. It was evident that he was trying to hold back his tears. One might think that this means that he’ll stay. He seemed distraught over the news that his son was crying because of his leave. Surely, he’ll stay, right?

It wasn’t enough. Nothing ever seems to be enough.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?” He hugged her briefly and gave a light squeeze as a sign of reassurance. As a silent message that it was going to be ok. Even though everything was most definitely not okay. A thousand hugs and gestures of reassurance wouldn’t change this.

Slytherin didn’t react angrily to his refusal, the unspoken declaration of No, I will not go back home. In fact, it seemed as if she didn’t react at all. However, if one were paying close attention, they would notice the sparkle in her eyes dim. But maybe there wasn’t a sparkle to begin with. She had been enduring this shit for so long that she forgot what it was like to be normal, to feel like the white kid you see in commercials, the one who seemed to radiate mirth, a type of energy that said, I don’t have a care in the world because life is so fucking great and I can’t stop smiling. She didn’t even bother to smile, a common facial expression when one is in a difficult situation and tries to diffuse the somber atmosphere by slapping a facade on their face, the corners of their lips upturned to form a grimace that resembles some sort of a smile—a twisted kind of smile, that’s for sure. Why should she pretend that everything was okay when it wasn’t? Instead, she merely nodded in response.

When her dad pulled away to pack the last box into the trunk, she took a deep breath to diminish the familiar sense of abandonment that flooded her senses, to clear the warning signs that flashed in her mind. He’s leaving! Your dad is leaving! He’s abandoning you again. You’re apparently not important enough for him to stay.

She stared at the ground, only looking up when she heard the sound of a car door slamming shut. The resounding click was all it took for the waterfalls to finally pour from her eyes, for it was at this moment when she realized that this was actually happening. This was no dream—it was reality. Her sad, devastating reality. Tears blurred her vision as she watched the car drive away, leaving her in the dust.

Slytherin gasped in erratic breaths between her broken sobs as her eyes hung onto the tiny speck that resembled her dad who was driving

away,

and a-w-a-y.

Through the jumble of thoughts that clashed in her head, one thing was clear. Her dad was her dad, but only sometimes.

Tears streaking down her face, she tried to soothe her pain with the belief that he would be back soon. If only she had known that it would be a while before he returned. If only he hadn’t left. Perhaps things would’ve been different for her if he stayed, for this was where it started.

This marked the beginning of it all.

Comments and reblogs are a writer’s gold!

MASTERLIST ; sometimes links don’t appear on posts. if you can’t see the link to “MASTERLIST”, the masterlist itself is pinned to the top of my blog. check it out if you haven’t already!

Author’s note: HI! Were you surprised to see that I posted two fics in a row?? I hope you enjoyed this. Most of it was unfortunately based on what happened to me a year or two ago. I based Ravenclaw on my brother, who did actually cry when my dad was leaving after an argument, and yes, my wack mother did force me to run after my dad to tell him. One of the few differences is that I’m not a drug addict and I’m fine now so dont worry.

Idk how I feel about this series, it is a lot darker from what I usually write. I know I’m gonna have to write more for creative writing class, so maybe i will continue it. I will try to think of how to turn these fics into something more positive, because this stuff is very heavy and depressing. however, that will be a little difficult because the plot itself is naturally drab. however, i will try to think of a happy ending for Faye/Slytherin.

Shall we look at some wholesome pictures?

lmaoaoa i pasted this picture from the internet and tumblr glitched and pushed the pic all the way to the top. imagine seeing this dog at the beginning of the fic, that would be funny :’)

AWWWWWW I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE

ok hold up i just realized that is probably a stuffed animal 😐 this is so embarassing lmaoaoa when i saw it i was like THAT IS SO FRICKIN CUTE

OK WAIT WTF NOW I THINK ITS AN ACTUAL DOG??? CAN SOMEONE HELP AND TELL ME IF ITS REAL OR NOT?!! at first, i thought it was real, but then i looked at the paws and it looked kinda fake and i was like this dog is too fluffy and wholesome to be real. BUT THEN I LOOKED AGAIN and i think the owners just put the pooh outfit over the dog?? what is going on with my brain.. but at the same time, its 2 am for me rn so maybe i should get some sleep BUT FIRST, LETS LOOK AT MORE DOGS <3 (lmaoaoa i feel like my friend would say “gosh ur such a hufflepuff” (menna im talking about u lmao omg hey gorl))

After seeing this gryffindor pup, i immediately searched up “dog costumes hufflepuff” lmaoooooo

OK THATS ENOUGH DOGS FOR NOW. Part 2 is coming soon. I already have it ready but I might not post it right away.

That’s all for now. Be sure to let me know what you think. TOODELOOO!

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inawickedlittletown · 3 years

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Alone Together - meta/review

This was such a good episode! I think while I thoroughly enjoyed 4x01 and the way that it got us back into the rhythm of things especially with, you know, a pandemic happening, 4x02 got us back into the usual balance of emergency and personal aspects.

Spoilers below:

The episode begins with news coverage and it’s a good way to jump right into what’s happening and give us a recap to last week. And then we meet the three roommates. I can’t be bothered with remembering their names, but they were fun. The dynamic there is interesting and of course, this leads into some really awesome shots of the Hollywood sign breaking and the mudslide. The whole sequence is such a good opening for the episode and it sets our scene well. While I don’t have any complaints, this emergency is smaller scale to the tsunami and the earthquake of the past two season openings, but that isn’t much of a problem when we consider that they shot this in the middle of a pandemic. So, it works.

What I found most interesting about this episode, and in a way how it continues the stories that were begun in 4x01, is that we delve further into the personal. Not every character is featured heavily, but we get small and big moments with all of them.

Athena:

The struggle that Athena has faced since the end of last season has been handled so well. Her trauma and how it lingers on her and yet doesn’t change how strong and fierce and amazing she is, is amazing to watch. It’s inspiring. Having Athena be right in the midst of everything especially when she wasn’t supposed to be just fits so perfectly. Having her contrast with Sylvia who is afraid of leaving her own house, and having Athena rescue Sylvia and herself and not give up, not even when the voice of dispatch was her daughter asking her to save herself. I just love Athena so damn much. She went through a journey in this episode and while I don’t think that her trauma is over, I think she will push herself to move forward and move past it. If not just for herself, then for May.

I also really appreciated that we got a moment where Athena gives her approval of David by telling Michael that David looks tired. It was such a nice touch. The Athena and Michael relationship has been developed so well from S1, to a place where they are both with other people but can still be family.

And finding out that May made the choice to be a dispatcher over going to school to be about her mom felt absolutely right and I feel so much for both of them and both sides, but I do have to say that May’s outlet for her lack of control in her life/the life of her loved ones is at least healthy and it’s making a difference.

Lastly, I will never not be fond of Bobby and Athena — the way that Bobby was allowed to go search for her personally and that moment when they saw each other. His promise to always search for her. After everything Bobby went through during Athena’s attack, it’s easy to think about how difficult this was for Bobby.

Chimney:

The other big focus of this episode was Chimney. 4x01 set up the living arrangements and it was immediately apparent that while Chimney had his reasons, that he didn’t need to be as set on that. After all we’re told that both Eddie and Hen went back home to their kids, so Chim should have gone home to Maddie and his unborn baby.

It’s nice that we begin this conversation with Buck and Chim, instead of directly involving Maddie. We already know how Maddie feels about this — she misses Chim and wants him around.

Chim’s joke about his “bad joke” being a “dad joke” was perfectly in line with his type of humor and it set us up for the conversation to come in which we learn that Chim’s whole problem is not just concern about the pandemic, but a deeper fear that he won’t be a good parent. His convo with Buck certainly offers some insight into his worry, but also the willingness that Chim has to do absolutely anything necessary for his baby, whose gender the characters and us, the viewers, don’t get to know yet.

The rescues that Chimney and Buck end up going on begin with Chimney — not Buck — hearing a baby crying. And just like with Athena, the emergency itself gives Chim more insight into himself and into his situation and into what he needs to do. He rescues the baby, finds a bunch of pregnant ladies, and then goes on to deliver a baby and while talking to the mother, I think Chim finally gets to understand what the importance that being present for Maddie means.

We get a very sweet moment where Maddie arrives home and finds Chimney already there and the whole thing is just emotional enough both from Chimney’s perspective of just how pregnant Maddie is and Maddie’s surprise and joy to have him there with her. They really are the sweetest together. And by the time that we’re in the closing parts of the episode and we see Maddie and Chimney on a video call with the new roommates — uncles to be Buck and Albelt, it’s clear that they’re settled together and happy and that Chimney knows better than to argue about coffee.

Hen:

Ms. Henrietta Wilson knows how to emote with her eyes. We first see her reactions to Chimney’s bad joke and just her general demeanour and it’s all perfect, and then gets better when she’s reacting to Bobby’s facts about the Hollywood sign. In a liveblog post I said this was very Buck and I stand by it. Not just the rattling of facts, but the need to research a new place in some way.

But where it gets good is when we see Hen in the middle of the drama among the roommates. Hen does so much with just a slight widening of her eyes, or a look in a certain direction. The timing is absolutely perfect and is practically alone in making that scene funny.

Other than these small moments we don’t get much of Hen in this episode, but we do get the sweetest moment towards the end where we get to see Hen and Karen’s daughter, Nia. Not only is this little girl adorable, but with just a couple of lines, I’m sure she’s stolen every viewer’s heart. And to add to this, the love and pride that Karen feels for Hen radiates. I cannot wait for the show to go further into Hen’s experiences on her road to becoming a doctor.

Bobby:

Bobby mostly plays the part of a secondary character to everyone else’s story. We see plenty of him and we learn that he’s the one with facts about the Hollywood sign. Mostly, I enjoyed that he played a part in finding Athena and I think it was an interesting choice to have him keep his composure and be professional. In some ways this relates to May and the conversation that May has with Maddie about the need to put feelings and personal stuff aside to do the job. And yet we know that after what Athena has recently gone through, that none of that could have been easy for Bobby.

Eddie:

Very little Eddie once more. I’m honestly not concerned about it to be honest. I’ve seen a lot of talk about how little he shows up in promo stuff and all that, but I just think it’s important to remember that this is an ensemble show with a rather large cast and that it’s entirely possible focus on his character will come in other episodes. And to consider that he’s one of the characters that was chosen for the cross-over.

But we did get to see minor Buck and Eddie interaction, and more importantly we got to see Eddie and Christopher.

And I think it was so important to bring Carla in, even over video, because she really is a huge part of Chris’ life. It does lead to the question of who is taking care of Christopher while Eddie is at work? How is school being handled for him? And it was just so lovely to see Eddie fall asleep at a bedtime story too.

Buck:

He is just so damn smart. Who would have thought to follow the feedback to find that baby? Buck is the kind of character that takes in the variables and finds a way to problem solve. He’s the kind of smart that you want and need in a crisis. And he’s also very cognizant of what’s going on with Chimney and his sister enough to be able to try and get through to Chimney about how he needs to move back home. I just love the consistency of having Buck be research crazy, quick to figure things out, and still at times a dumbass. It’s what makes him so perfect.

I also appreciate that he’s called out for having too many rules by Albert and I just want to know all about the rules that Buck would impose on those staying at his place other than the sharing of chores that is mentioned in the episode.

I’m also very curious about Buck and his therapist, the covid crush that literally everyone on the internet scoffed at and figured out even before last week’s episode aired. We were all right. It was fun to see all the crazy theories, though. But I do find it interesting that Buck feels he needs to hide the therapist from everyone because that isn’t really about what he and the therapist might be talking about, as much as it is about not wanting to be judged for needing a therapist.

And his feelings are absolutely valid. Not because I think anyone in the 118, or Maddie, will judge him for needing it, but that they do sometimes her pushy with things and wanting to know more — we see that already with the covid crush thing — but I think it’s also to do with not wanting to explain himself and all of this is even more valid with the knowledge that we have about Buck’s parents showing up.

But, the fandom at large has wanted Buck to talk to a professional for a long time, so I think we’re all very happy that he’s getting help. And I’m also very glad that we got the reveal in this episode and it wasn’t drawn out and made out to be something it isn’t for much longer.

Dr. Copeland. They really know how to pick names on 9-1-1, don’t they?

But of the small clip we get to see of her, it is clear that she is helping Buck and Buck begins the therapy session we get to see by admitting that Dr. Copeland might be right about him hiding his true feelings and Buck, holy hell, what does that mean?

Because, it could literally mean anything. It could be about his sexuality and discovery about his romantic feelings about a fellow firefighter. Or it could be that it’s about how much of himself he hides away or doesn’t present to the world in light of, you know, all the trauma that he’s faced and that we’ve all wanted addressed. This could also tie in some way to his past and that doesn’t have to take away from possible reveals about his sexuality. Mostly, it just makes me more and more excited for Buck Begins.

Overall, an excellent episode. I love the things it touches upon and how the show isn’t steering directly into a deep focus on covid and instead giving us these moments of things have changed and this is how it is now from seeing everyone in masks, to seeing Hen going to her class online, and even down to Buck’s therapy happening over a screen. It is excellently handled when it comes to David and Michael and not only in the confirmation that they are living together in spite of the possible contact with the virus, but in how we see them handle that. Michael taking care of his man. All of that was lovely.

The episode closed out on an amazing note, giving us these momentary glimpses into where everyone is and their familial spaces and the love and acceptance felt there and all the small tidbits and hints at what may be coming up.

#911 fox #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 on fox #spoilers

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ssa-jennifer-prentiss · 4 years

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I Will Always Be Here For You

hi! i love to write, especially jemily, so i figured i would share some of it. this is the first one i’m sharing so please please please let me know what you think!!

i apologize that this one is a little sad, but sometimes writing is therapy and this topic hits home this week so jj has to deal with my feelings.

pairing: jj/emily

words: 1339

tw: suicide (roslyn’s death)

this one is set after 3x15

The team had just returned from a case in Pittsburgh. The unsub was killing his victims in ways that made it seem like suicide. This case hit JJ a little harder than she cared to admit. She had never given herself a chance to cope with and grieve her sister’s death. The fact that this case was so close to her hometown didn’t help either.

She made her way to her office, closing the door behind her. Taking a seat at her desk, she looked at the countless files sitting in front of her knowing she had a lot of work ahead of her. It was early evening and she figured she could stay a few more hours. She had attempted to take a nap on the flight home, but every time she closed her eyes she saw Roslyn.

Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair before picking up a file from the large stack on her desk. She only made it through a few when she heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called without looking up. Emily stepped in and shut the door behind her. “Hey Em,” she said with a small smile. Since the day they met, Emily’s presence always made JJ feel a little better.

“Hey Jayje, I… um… I just wanted to see if you were okay? Maybe I was reading you wrong and I hope I’m not overstepping by asking, but you just seemed kind of… off.”

JJ looked down at her hands, she really thought she hid how the case affected her. Of course, if anyone were to notice it would be Emily. Her and Emily had spent a lot of time swapping stories and getting to know each other on a deeper level, but Roslyn was a topic she always avoided. There were so many unresolved feelings and so much grief that came along with it.

“JJ?” Emily’s voice brought her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, sorry. I’m fine. It’s been a long week and I have all of these files to get through.” She smiled at Emily, not sure of how long she could keep speaking before breaking.

“I don’t want to push, but it seems like a bit more than that. Ever since we started this case you just haven’t seemed like yourself.”

JJ bit her lip and looked down at her hands again. “This one just hit a little close to home,” her voice wavered slightly as she spoke. She quickly blinked back the tears she felt spring to her eyes.

“Can we talk about it?” Emily asked softly and motioned toward the small couch that sat against the window in JJ’s office.

“I don’t know, Em. It’s a lot.”

“I’m here to listen when you need it Jayje. Please talk to me.” She patted the seat on the couch beside her. JJ just sat and looked at her for a second. What did she do to deserve someone like Emily?

She made her way over to the couch, sitting down right next to Emily. She was nervous to talk about Roslyn. She spent so much time shoving down her feelings and refusing to deal with her grief. She knew she could trust Emily, but the thought of this conversation still scared her. Emily could feel the nerves radiating off of JJ. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want Jen.”

JJ shook her head, “No, I need to. I’ve just never really talked about this with anyone before.” She reached for Emily’s hand and tangled their fingers together.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Emily gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, “I’m right here.” JJ nodded. They sat there in silence a little longer while JJ tried to collect her thoughts.

JJ sat staring across the room, gripping Emily’s hand like a life line. “I had an older sister,” she began, trying her best to keep her voice steady, “Her name was Roslyn. She was my best friend.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “When she was 17, she uh… she took my dad’s razor and…” She trailed off, not being able to finish as she began to cry harder.

Emily quickly wrapped her arms around JJ tightly, holding her close while she cried. “Shh Jay, you’re alright.” She ran her fingers through JJ’s hair in an attempt to soothe her. JJ sat clinging to Emily until she was able to calm herself enough to talk.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as a few more tears slipped out, “It was so long ago, I don’t know why it hit me so hard.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” she reached up to wipe the stray tears from JJ’s cheeks, “Losing someone you love is never easy. There are going to be some days that are harder than others and that’s okay.”

“This case just brought up some unresolved feelings I guess.”

“Talking through them might make you feel a little better,” she smiled softly, “I’m here to help if you’ll let me.”

“Can we maybe not do this here?”

“We can go to my place. I’ve got wine and a much comfier couch.”

“You had me at wine,” she stood and grabbed her bag. Her and Emily made their way out of the office to their cars. It was about a half hour drive to Emily’s which gave JJ time to prepare herself for the conversation about the feelings she knew she needed to address before they ate her alive.

They arrived at Emily’s apartment, and made their way inside. “Would you like something a bit more comfortable to wear?” Emily asked.

“That would be great,” JJ smiled, taking the sweatshirt and shorts from Emily. They changed quickly before heading to the living room.

JJ sat against the armrest of the couch and tucked her feet under her. Emily grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine from the kitchen. She sat the glasses on the coffee table before settling next to JJ. That sat in a comfortable silence, sipping their wine when JJ finally spoke.

“I was only eleven when it happened,” she took a deep breath and continued, “I was the one who found her.” The tears threatened to fall from her eyes again.

“Oh Jayje…” she spoke softly, reaching her hand out to rub soothing circles on JJ’s thigh.

“Ever since we started this case I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see her in that bath tub,” the tears were flowing more freely now.

“Honey, why didn’t you mention it? Maybe I could’ve helped.”

“I’ve never told anyone about this. It always makes me feel guilty. I should’ve seen it, I should’ve done something.”

“Hey, look at me,” she lifted JJ’s chin so their eyes met, “None of this is your fault. You were eleven, there’s not much you could’ve known.”

“I miss her so much,” she collapsed into Emily’s arms. Emily just let her cry, knowing she needed this. JJ pulled back after a few minutes, her voice hoarse from crying, “I never got to process her death. I always had to be the strong one for my parents, especially my mom. I’m usually fine when cases deal with suicide… but this one… this one just got to me.”

“There are going to be bad days and bad cases,” she tucked a piece of blonde hair behind JJ’s ear, “And that’s okay. Can you promise me something?” JJ nodded. “When you do have a bad day, or a case is too much, promise me you’ll let me know?”

“I promise,” JJ smiled at Emily and pulled her in for a hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always.” JJ turned so she was tucked into Emily’s side. They sat content and cuddled together, watching a movie. JJ felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She had never been more thankful for someone than she was for Emily in that moment.

thanks for reading! let me know what you think!

#jemily #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #criminal minds

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cas-kingdom · 4 years

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Today, Feb 4th, is World Cancer Day.

And I’d like to take a little moment to tell you my story.

2015. My family and I went on holiday a few hours away from our home to a big lake. We had a lovely time as it was our first time away in a while, nevertheless we had to cut the holiday a day short because my dad wasn’t feeling great. We left, and what should have been a three-hour car journey turned into about six due to the amounts of times we had to stop.

When we got home, my mam arranged a doctors’ appointment for my dad the next day. Two days after we’d arrived home, my parents kept me and the oldest of my younger sisters off school to tell us that my dad had been diagnosed with bowel cancer.

I was 13. My sister was 11. The other two were 7 and 3.

He had an operation to remove the tumour and, to be honest, my young mind thought that he would have his chemo and then that might be it. Nevertheless, at his next scan, they discovered that the tumour had come back.

I really can’t tell you how the operations went after that, because he’s had 9 in the 4 1/2 years he’s had cancer, and after that many it gets difficult to keep track of dates... but after that bowel op, it came back once again, and it also spread to his liver. Operations after that got rid of the tumours, but they came back and in turn spread to his lungs. So, in 4 years he has had bowel, liver, and lung cancer.

He’s had the all clear once. That was recently, before they scanned him once again and found out it’d come back in his liver.

His last operation was 4th November. My grandma came to look after myself and my sisters, and my mam and dad traveled to hospital for him to have the operation.

My parents told us the operation took a little longer than expected, but apart from that they said everything went okay.

Two days after they came back from the week-long stay in hosp, they rounded us up, sat us down and told us, with no small amount of emotion, that the tumour in my dad’s liver had grown twice as big as they had believed it to be and wrapped itself around one of his arteries, therefore preventing them from removing it.

Then they told us he’s terminal.

Guys. There is nothing I will ever say or do that could possibly even begin to describe what I felt. My sweet daddy, 53 years old, 20 years married, 4 daughters aged 17, 15, 11 and 7, is dying.

He had a lot of chemo, and they’re now trying a new kind of radiation therapy on him that will hopefully give him more time, but yeah.

5 years battling this disease... but soldiers stop fighting eventually, don’t they? Whether purposefully or through no fault of their own, they stop. And I guess it’s nearing that time.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is... raise awareness. Raise money. Give and do all you can in support of cancer research, because I want there to be a time when things like this can’t happen. I want there to be a time when little girls, too young to hold onto important memories, don’t have to be told their daddy’s not going to be here much longer. I want there to be a time when families aren’t forced to trudge on for years with the constant threat of death hanging over their shoulders simply because someone in their family has cancer. I want there to be a time when the word ‘cancer’ is only used for a silly shape in the stars.

Time is everything to a family suffering through things like this. You learn to hang onto every millisecond of life, because you know that as each one gets further away, that inevitable shadow grows larger and closer.

So, please. Help defeat cancer. Now. Today. Tomorrow. Always.

#cancer #world cancer day #cancer awareness #bowel cancer #lung cancer #liver cancer #text

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ft-dads-au · 4 years

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Taken By Storm

Gratsu Weekend 2020 Prompt: Storm Pairing(s): Gray x Natsu, Gray & Lyon, Rogue & Gray A Collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404 AO3 | FF.Net

October 7, 2020

Gray exited the grocery store surprised to see it had already turned dark in the short time he’d been inside. A pelting, cold rain had also begun to fall, making the chilly fall afternoon feel even colder. His arms were laden with paper bags containing their food for the week.

Since Lyon refused to accept any money for rent or even his legal services outside of the occasional filing fee, Gray tried to find other ways to pay him back. So every week, he made a trip to the grocery store with Aki, his two-year-old son. Lyon grumbled about it at first, but after the first few weeks, he’d recognized his protests were futile. Although Gray had a nagging suspicion that it had more to do with his friend realizing it was one of the few times he would willingly set foot outside of the apartment on his own.

This was Gray’s first time going alone, and it had been difficult. Without Aki to distract him with his chatter, he’d felt the familiar anxiety rise within him. The weight of eyes that may or may not have been focused on him made him hurry down the aisles throwing items in his cart. The sound of people whispering near the checkouts stressed him out, especially when he recognized his face on the cover of one of the magazines. It was from an interview and photoshoot he’d done months earlier for a men’s magazine. Long before he’d decided to grab Aki and make his escape. He was happy there wasn’t much of a line, desperate to get out quickly, and already considering the possibility of looking into a delivery service now that Aki had begun to attend daycare a few days a week.

He honestly loathed the idea, but his therapist had insisted that he needed to do it for Aki’s sake as well as his own. The codependency they were developing from Gray’s over-protectiveness would only hinder them moving forward. But even that short separation caused him almost incapacitating levels of anxiety. Thoughts of Siegrain showing up and taking Aki away plagued him. The first day he’d sat in the parking lot the entire time Aki was inside the community center.

He’d gotten a little bit better since then, but not much, and now that his errand was over, all he wanted was to get to that community center and bring his son home. He hastily opened the trunk of his car and dropped the bags inside, slamming it shut and rushing to the driver’s door, wanting to get out of the rain before he got any wetter.

Gray slid in and closed the door. Leaning his head back on his seat’s headrest, he closed his eyes briefly, trying to let the past forty-five minutes fade away. It took him a few minutes to register that there had been no beeps when he’d opened the door. Come to think of it, the radio hadn’t come on either. Opening his eyes again, he glanced at the displays on his car, noticing with increasing dread that they were all off.

He checked to make sure his key was in his pocket before pushing on the start button, but no matter how many times he pressed it, the outcome remained the same. His car was dead. He tried to stay calm, searching his pockets for his phone and not finding it. That alone set him off for a good five minutes. What if something had happened to Aki? They wouldn’t be able to reach him.

Calm down, both Rogue and Lyon are listed as emergency contacts. If something had happened and the daycare staff couldn’t reach you, they would have called one of them. Lyon and Rogue know where you are, they would have come to get you.

Gray repeated the words to himself, trying to do as his therapist had asked. He reminded himself that there were measures in place to handle just this type of situation, but no matter how rational it sounded, it did nothing to quiet his panic. Instead, he kept pressing the button over and over until he finally just went back out in the rain, slamming the car door as hard as he could in his frustration.

Staring at the car and not knowing what else to do, he began to take his frustrations out on it. He kicked and punched it furiously.

“START GODDAMMIT!”

“Have you tried using the key?” A slightly amused voice came from behind him, and Gray stood stock still.

No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

He turned around, and sure enough, there stood Natsu Dragneel, that ever-present and annoying grin plastered on his face. Out of all people, it just had to be him.

“Oh, good idea, I’ll try that right aw- Of course, I tried the key, you idiot!” Gray snapped, coiled up from stress and worry. “This glorified tin can just won’t fucking start. I think the battery is dead, but I can’t call Triple-A because I somehow forgot my phone, and I have to pick up Aki from daycare in 10 minutes!”

As if some higher power had decided that this was not his day, it started to rain heavier. It was coming down in buckets now, and Gray raised his head and his hands up towards the sky, “Sure! Why not?!”

“You can borrow my phone if you want,” Natsu offered with a shrug, putting up an umbrella. “See if someone else is available to pick Aki up for you. In the meantime, let me take a look at your car.”

“Why on Earth would I ever let you anywhere near my car?!” Gray spat, his tone much sharper than he meant for it to be, but he was really agitated and seeing the source of his constant confusion near him at a time like this was more than he could deal with at the moment.

He’d never admitted it to anyone, but Natsu had been the reason he’d started going to therapy. Well, not the man himself but the feelings he had evoked in him during that disastrous intervention they’d had for him in August.

Feelings he’d been trying to avoid for a long time, about his relationship with Siegrain and about himself. And now he could add his confusion about his growing attraction to Natsu to the list. That night he’d felt something for Natsu that he wasn’t quite ready to accept yet. So he’d made a point of staying away from him, only coming into contact at Dad’s Club Meetings.

Natsu sighed, running his fingers through pink locks that had darkened with the rain, “Why do you always have to make everything so difficult? You’re a dad, I’m a dad, I get it. You’re freaking out because you don’t want Aki to be alone or scared. I’d feel the same way, and that’s why you’re going to swallow your stupid pride and let me help you.”

He handed Gray his umbrella and his phone, which was a low-end smartphone, nothing like his own. It reminded him that Natsu had probably been on his way to work when he stopped and made him feel terrible for his less than grateful response.

“Thank you, “ he amended before calling his brother, thankful Rogue was in Natsu’s contacts since he couldn’t remember the number on a good day.

As the phone rang, he watched Natsu get in the driver’s seat and try to start the car, checking if he could turn on the radio or the lights. When nothing happened, he pulled the handle that opened the hood of the car so he could take a look underneath.

“Natsu?” Rogue’s voice came on the other line, and Gray breathed a sigh of relief.

“No, it’s me, Gray,” he corrected, “Listen I need-”

“Gray? What are you doing with Natsu’s phone? Is Natsu alright?!” Rogue interrupted, his voice filled with concern.

“What? Yeah, he’s fine.”

“Are you alright? Why are you calling on his phone?”

“I forgot mine. I’m at the grocery store, my car won’t start, and he found me here. Do you think you could pick Aki up for me? I’m stuck,” Gray swept a lock of wet hair out of his face, still a bit on edge as he looked across the parking lot. If there was one positive thing to say about the weather, it was that it made people hurry to their cars, not paying him any attention.

“Oh! Yeah, sure. Thankfully Sting didn’t take the car today, so I can drive there, it’s really coming down.”

“Yeah...no shit…”

The happy shrieks of the twins could be heard in the background, along with at least three different sound-producing toys. Then the sounds became less audible as Rogue moved away from them a little, muttering something about grandparents and noisy gifts. “It’s a good thing Natsu is there if you’re having issues with your car,” he mused.

“Why?”

“Uhm, cause he’s an auto mechanic.”

“Oh,” Gray felt like an even bigger idiot for being difficult, “I thought he was a bartender.”

“He’s that too, but he used to work as a mechanic in Edolas.” Rogue explained, “Shit, I gotta go. If I want to make it to the community center in time I should get the twins ready now. See you later, call me if I need to pick you up or anything. And Gray?”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice, he’s helping you out,” Rogue reminded him, hanging up before Gray could reply.

Gray sighed, knowing his brother was right. Now that he knew Aki would be taken care of by someone he trusted, he let himself relax. He turned back to his car to see that although the hood of his car was still open, Natsu was nowhere to be found. Gray finally located him, hurrying back with a large toolbox.

“Where did you get that?” Gray asked curiously.

“My car,” Natsu explained as he balanced the toolbox on the radiator, and this was where Gray realized that while he was standing under an umbrella, Natsu was utterly drenched. His usually spiky hair was matted down, while his white button-down shirt stuck to his chest, revealing the taut muscles underneath. Gray quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring, but the image remained in his brain, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt.

Still, he thought he should do something as the rain continued to come down, some of it turning to ice in the chilly October afternoon. He peered at what Natsu was looking at, but it was all just a dark mess to him.

“You might as well just sit in the car, no sense in both of us getting wet.”

“That doesn’t exactly seem fair,” Gray protested, but Natsu only waved him off.

“No offense, but you’ll only get in the way.”

Natsu removed a lantern from his toolbox, turning it on and somehow hanging it from the underside of the hood. He rolled up his sleeves, drying his hands on a small towel and donning a pair of work gloves before grabbing some gadget Gray didn’t recognize and attaching it to the battery.

“I’m going to check the battery’s charge with this multimeter, so we can get a better idea of who the likely culprit is,” Natsu informed him although it felt more like he was talking to himself.

His nose scrunched up cutely as he aimed the lantern at the tool and squinted his eyes, trying to make out the result in the poor lighting, “Well, the good news is your battery seems to be charged. Is this the first time this has happened?”

“Yeah, I bought it a few months ago, but I don’t really use it much,” Gray admitted, the car mostly sat in Lyon’s garage, it wasn’t even registered in his name.

It was just one of the many security measures Lyon insisted on to try to keep him and Aki hidden from his soon to be ex-husband for as long as possible.

Natsu nodded in acknowledgment, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere, and after waiting for a few minutes for him to say anything else, Gray decided to take his advice and go sit in the car. At this point, all he was doing was hovering. Not to mention getting distracted by thoughts he really shouldn’t be having about a clearly straight man who was not only recently widowed but also happened to be the father of one of the few kids Aki seemed to really like.

Gray had to admit Natsu seemed very comfortable working on his car, but it was more than that. Thanks to the illumination of the lantern, Gray had been able to see the expression on Natsu’s face. It was content in a way that he’d had never seen from him before.

He looked like he was actually enjoying himself, making Gray wonder why Natsu would choose to work two jobs as a bartender rather than finding what had to be a higher paying job doing something he clearly enjoyed.

It also reinforced how little he actually knew about the man. He took Natsu’s phone out of his pants pocket, the temptation to look through it overwhelming. However, the car radio suddenly came to life, making him startle enough that he almost dropped the device. The radio was soon followed by the soft glow of the instrument lights.

A light tapping on his window alerted him to Natsu’s presence at the driver’s door. The poor guy looked wetter than before if that was even possible. Gray pushed the window button, and it immediately began to lower.

“Oh good, the electric systems are back! “Natsu remarked brightly at the window’s descent, and the satisfaction in his voice was hard to miss, “Try starting the car now.”

Gray pushed the ignition button, and the car came to life, prompting him to exclaim, “You’re a genius! What was wrong?”

“Your battery connectors were corroded, I cleaned them up,” Natsu explained, “You should be good for a while, but you might want to get it checked out in case it’s a symptom of something else. You don’t want to get stuck somewhere with Aki.”

“Yeah, okay,” Gray agreed, “Oh God, you’re drenched, get in the car!”

Natsu looked down at himself and laughed even though he was shivering a little, “Nah, it’s fine. No sense in getting your car wet, you’ll never get the smell out. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m as wet as I’m going to get. Can I have my phone back? I need to call in to let them know I’ll be late.”

“Yeah, here,” Gray shoved the phone at Natsu, feeling guilty for almost being caught invading his privacy.

He watched Natsu make his phone call, and he closed the window back up to give him some privacy, but he was still able to listen, “Hey Jellal, I’m gonna be late.”

“No, everything’s fine. I just bumped into a friend who was having car trouble, and now I’m kind of drenched.”

“That full? Oh crap, I forgot all about the Happy Hour, I’m sorry. I’ll just- uhm, I’ll suck it up. Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Bye.”

Gray patted down his shirt, checking to see how wet it was. When he found it mostly dry, he unbuttoned it and quickly took it off and offered it. “Here, take mine.”

He also took out his wallet and pulled out four one thousand jewel notes to give to Natsu for fixing his car.

“Put that away, I’m not going to charge a friend in trouble,” Natsu’s eyes flashed, and Gray had the feeling that he’d managed to insult him.

“Fine, but at least take the shirt, you’re gonna catch your death, and Aki will never forgive me if he can’t play with Atlas because I made you get sick,” he reasoned, trying to salvage the situation as best he could. “Besides you’ve stained yours, you can’t show up to work like that. I’ll get it cleaned for you.”

Natsu looked down at his white shirt and cursed when he saw the state it was in, “Yeah okay, won’t you be uncomfortable with no shirt, though?”

“Nah, I’m used to it, my last job sort of required it,” Gray hedged, not wanting to disclose too much, he felt like he could trust Natsu, but he was too used to keeping things close to the vest.

Natsu burst out laughing, “Don’t tell me you were a stripper?”

Gray frowned, trying to contain his annoyance at the implication, “No, nothing like that.”

“I was just kidding,” Natsu amended with a smile, “Well, let me grab my stuff, and then I’ll change. Do you think I can leave my toolbox with you? If I go back to my car again, I’m going to be really late.”

“Yeah, sure,” Gray tried to ignore the giddy feeling in his stomach at the thought that he would see him again soon.

While Natsu collected his belongings, Gray put the shirt in the car so it wouldn’t get any wetter than it already was, and then he ran back inside the grocery store and purchased a large coffee from their cafe. He received a few strange looks at his shirtless state, but no one said anything to him.

Natsu was just closing the hood of the car when Gray came out with the hot drink. He hurried over to his car to help cover Natsu with the umbrella while he changed. Not yet aware of his presence Natsu picked up the toolbox and walked back to the driver’s side, setting it down next to him. He searched through its contents removing a small towel. He unbuttoned his soaked and dirty shirt quickly and used the towel to dry himself off as much as possible, seemingly uncaring of anyone watching. Gray stood hypnotized, his eyes following Natsu’s every move until he realized what he was doing.

He soon averted his eyes, knowing if Natsu looked up, he’d see just how flustered he was making him. The ground. Yeah, the ground was good. The expanding circles caused by raindrops landing in the puddles provided a temporary distraction. At the same time, he sheltered Natsu from the rain with the umbrella, following him as he grabbed the shirt Gray had left for him on the driver’s seat.

“Much better, thanks, Gray!” Natsu exclaimed cheerfully.

Gray had thought it was safe to look back up again, now that Natsu was wearing his shirt, but he hadn’t been prepared for the blinding smile that was on his face, or how hot Natsu would look wearing his shirt and both things hit him like a freight train.

“Yeah...no problem,” he mumbled, holding out the cup of coffee. “Uhm...for you. I didn’t know how you drink your coffee, so-” he reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a handful of packets of creamer and sugar. When he gave them to Natsu, their hands touched, and Gray really shouldn’t have felt the way he did about that. Why was this happening to him now? He didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to even deal with the idea of being interested in anyone yet, let alone this potential disaster that stood in front of him.

“Can you pop the trunk so I can put the toolbox in there?”

“Just give it to me, I’ll put it on the passenger seat, I’ve got groceries in the trunk, and I don’t want Aki getting into it in the backseat.”

Natsu grunted his agreement, handing the toolbox over before teasing, “I sure hope you didn’t buy ice cream.”

“It’s October, Natsu,” Gray reminded him, “It wouldn’t melt anyway.”

Natsu’s eyes twinkled with mirth, “You really need to lighten up, dude. I know, that was a joke.”

“Oh,” Gray replied awkwardly, “Right.”

“Anyway, I gotta go, don’t want to get on Jellal’s bad side,” Natsu grabbed his umbrella from Gray, waiting until he got back in the car. “Drive safe, it’s really coming down,” he cautioned, giving a friendly wave before heading off towards Crime Sorciere.

Gray watched him walk away before realizing he hadn’t even thanked him. “Natsu!”

Natsu turned around mid-step and waited to see what Gray wanted.

“Thank you.”

Natsu nodded his head in acknowledgment, rewarding him with one last smile and a wave before turning around and continuing his walk to work.

Gray remained in the parking lot until he could no longer see him, and then he drove to Rogue’s house to pick up his son.

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“How hard do you think it is to get a GED?” Gray asked Lyon later that night.

“Huh? Why would you care about that? You graduated high school ages ago.” Lyon put the legal book he’d been studying on his desk, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes before peering at Gray with interest.

“Well, I found out from Sting that Natsu can’t work as a mechanic in Magnolia cause he never finished high school,” Gray explained, squirming under Lyon’s gaze.

“I knew this was going to happen,” Lyon massaged his forehead, “You can’t afford to do this right now, Gray.”

“Do what? I just asked a simple question,” Gray groused.

“Right, how long have I known you?” Lyon snickered at him.

“Nevermind, I’ll look it up online,” Gray grumbled, typing in the search term and pointedly ignoring the question.

“Gray,” Lyon said in a softer voice, “What is this about?”

“He helped me out today, I just want to repay the favor, that’s all.”

“Do you remember that girl your sophomore year at Lamia, what was her name?”

“Oh God, do not bring her up!”

Lyon started to laugh, “You had such a raging hard-on for her you taught yourself Astronomy, to get her through her class and you into her pants. This reminds me of that.”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted me to make new friends?”

“Friends yes, crushes on handsome straight guys while in the middle of a divorce, no.”

Gray wanted to protest, but he knew it was a losing battle, Lyon knew him too well for him to get away with a lie, “It’s not like that, I mean yes I might feel something for him, but I have no intention of doing anything about it. It’s just, the guy’s killing himself working two jobs and taking care of his kids, and if he took this test and passed it, his life would improve.”

“Besides, I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like we’re similar in some ways. We’re both stuck at a certain point in our lives. But unlike me, all Natsu has to do to get back to doing what he enjoys is pass a test. Well, four tests apparently,” he corrected after looking at the screen.” I want to help him get there, as a friend.”

Lyon snapped his fingers suddenly, “Karen Lilica, that was her name.”

“Thank you for buying him a deluxe study guide, you’re too kind,” Gray retorted as he entered Lyon’s credit card information on the online form and completing the order.

Lyon snorted good-naturedly, not upset in the slightest, “Natsu’s a good guy. If this really does help him, I’m happy to do whatever I can. Just please watch yourself, I don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”

“I told you, this is strictly platonic,” Gray complained, even though he knew it was not only pointless but also a bit of a stretch.

“I’m pretty sure your dick has no clue what that means,” Lyon noted before putting his glasses back on and returning to his book, somehow managing to dodge the pillow Gray threw at him.

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Three Days later

Natsu heard a knock on his front door and hurried to look through the peephole.

Gray?

Gray Fullbuster was indeed standing outside his door, holding his toolbox in one hand and two large coffees in a cardboard holder from Magnolia Bean in the other. Aki stood next to him, holding a tote bag.

Natsu had no idea why his sort of friend was standing outside his door, but he’d been feeling kind of down after dropping Hana at school that morning, so he welcomed the company. He opened the door, beaming when Aki offered him one of his rare smiles before handing him the tote bag.

“Atlas?” Aki asked, hiding his hands behind his back and looking down at the floor.

“Come in, I’ll go get him,” Natsu beckoned them inside, closing the door behind them. Before he ever had a chance to locate his son Atlas had already made his presence known, jumping up and down and clapping happily as he recognized his friend.

Natsu and Gray wore matching dopey expressions as they watched Atlas drag Aki over to the playroom.

“Here let me take that,” Realizing that Gray was still holding the coffee and the toolbox, Natsu quickly grabbed the cardboard holder and motioned for Gray to put the toolbox down by the entrance.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”

He could have sworn that Gray looked nervous, which was unusual, given that generally he just seemed kind of grumpy.

“Look inside the bag,” Gray ordered, his voice sounding gruff.

Natsu led Gray to the breakfast nook that was right off the kitchen, setting the holder down carefully on the round table. “Are you hungry? There are some muffins my sister made,” he offered politely.

“Just look in the bag,” Gray repeated, and this time Natsu was sure of it. Whatever was in the bag was making his friend nervous.

“Alriiight, “he drawled. He peered inside the bag to find his shirt, which had been dry cleaned. Natsu smirked, thinking the service might have cost more than the shirt itself. Inside the bag, there was also a book.

GED Study Guide 2020 All Subjects: All Subjects Test Prep & Practice Test Questions

“What’s this?” Natsu looked down at the book in his hands, not knowing how he was supposed to react.

“Look, Sting told me about why you can’t get a job as a mechanic,” Gray confessed, “All you have to do is pass this stupid test, and you can go back to it.”

Natsu stared at Gray in dismay, “It’s not that simple, I wasn’t even good at school when I was in it.”

“You’re not going to do it alone, I’m going to help you,” Gray assured him, “I once got a girl through Astronomy, without knowing a thing about it beforehand, you’re in great hands!”

“I don’t know,” Natsu hedged, remembering how hard studying had always been for him. Half the time, the information wouldn’t stick in his head, not to mention he had a hard time sitting still.

“Natsu, you can do this, trust me,” Gray’s intensity was a little intimidating, but Natsu was beginning to get fired up by the idea. It would be nice to have a regular day job again.

“Look, the test is broken up into four subjects, and you can take each one separately. We can focus on one subject at a time, and even if you don’t pass the first time, you can keep retaking it until you do. You can do this!” Gray repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

“Okay, calm down there,” Natsu removed Gray’s arms from his shoulders, frowning at the change in the other man’s expression. Did he look hurt?

He shook the thought away, that was ridiculous. He looked down at the book again, touched that Gray had obviously put so much effort into this.

“I just cleaned your battery connectors. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Do you enjoy being a bartender?”

“It’s okay,” Natsu shrugged, he didn’t really enjoy getting hit on constantly, but the tips were good.

“Wouldn’t you rather be working on cars? I saw the way you looked when you worked on my car man. You were happy. I’ve never seen you look like that when you tend bar. You literally have nothing to lose, unless it’s because I’m the one helping you?”

Natsu laughed, “Guilt, really?”

Gray shrugged, “Figured it was worth a try.”

Natsu sighed, “I really hope neither one of us ends up regretting this.”

“It’ll be great, and the kids can play while we work. What’s your schedule like?”

They sat at the table, sipping their coffee and exchanging schedules. Once they had agreed on what days to meet Gray became serious.

“Alright, let’s get started!” He took the book from Natsu’s hands, and determined, laid it out on the table. “Didn’t you say something about muffins?”

“You want to start now?” Natsu’s eyes widened in surprise. This was not how he’d imagined his day would go, he needed time to process everything they’d just discussed. He was slightly nervous about the idea of picking up his studies after so many years, but if all went well, he’d be able to find a job doing something that he loved. He wouldn’t have to deal with late-night shifts anymore, and he’d have more time and energy to spend with his kids.

“Yes, now, you idiot,” Gray sighed, “What subject do you want to start with? There’s Math, Science, Social Studies and Reasoning Through Language Arts.”

“They all sound impossible,” Natsu muttered under his breath before replying, “Just pick one, I doubt it will make much difference.”

“Math it is!,” Gray answered in what passed as cheerful for him, “You might need it for Science so we might as well get it done first.”

Natsu glanced into the playroom to see Atlas playing with Aki, both boys looking happy in their own little world, and wished his life were still that simple. With a sigh, he got up to grab the muffins from the kitchen, trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the torture he knew lay ahead of him.

A/N: We are very excited to finally enter into the gratsu portion of our AU. We hope to follow their relationship after the events of She Was My Home, (you don't need to read it to follow but it might help), all the way to them becoming a couple. This is the first of eight stories we hope to publish for this event. They will be posted in chronological order, rather than prompt order. We really hope you enjoy their journey!

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Summary:

Word count: 4,022

Pairing: Mandalorian x Ex-Mandalorian OC

Warnings: Injured Mando, blood, death mention,

A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t post right away I wrote myself into a hole . Also Mando will be getting a bigger part I just want to make sure I’ve fleshed Kinsei out enough first. Any questions comments, or concerns I’ll happily answer in my ask I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist:

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Kinsei awoke the next day feeling as if her head were full of rocks she rubbed her eyes feeling her arm was weighed down it was in a cast still in its sling. She winced feeling the swollen tenderness of her ribs, she imagined the bruising to be pretty bad judging by how much they throbbed.

She looked around realizing she was no longer in the home made OR she was in a bedroom and by the locks of it belonged to Echo, the soft lighting of the sunset illuminated through the beige muslin curtains. They moved gently letting in a cool autumn breeze. She raised the soft down comforter she wore a loose fitting olive nightdress again borrowed from Echo. Kinsei was thankful to still see her leg, there were three metal rings around her knee extending to her lower leg supported by metal beams some of which were inside of her skin supporting the bone.

She swung her legs over the bed grabbing onto an IV stand for leverage when Chaska walked past only doubling back upon realizing seeing Kinsei was awake. "Don't try walking just yet we put a lot of work into saving it. With all the screws and pins in it you might wanna consider yourself part droid." She said while helping her settle back into bed Chaska propped her leg up onto a pillow and tucking her back in.

"You must be hungry I'll whip you up something real quick." She left as quickly as she came in she could hear Echo's voice coming down the hall in passing she couldn't understand what the two were saying it was too muffled in her current state.

"You're awake how you feeling?" Beamed Echo from the doorway Kinsei smiled back still feeling a little groggy she leaned over from the bed to reach for her coat that hung off of a chair beside the bed. From the inside left pocket she pulled out a photo her thumbs carefully running over the corners of the picture. It was a family picture taken in a meadow on Yavin 4. She was eight in the photo dressed in her black Mandalorian armor.

Standing behind her were Endric, Rham, and Ca'tra also dressed in black armor. Each of them wore a Beskar signet of a snake swallowing its tail on the left side of their chest plate armor. It matched the tattoo on her left inner forearm, she hoped the surgery hadn't left it scarred. She couldn't remember who had taken the photo but she remembered it being another smuggling run for the rebels.

"I really miss my dads." She admitted in a somber tone she wanted them to comfort them during her recovery but there was no way of her finding Rham and Endric. She wiped away a tear before it had a chance to fall, she cleared her throat to pass the thick feeling that had begun to rumble in her chest. Echo pulled out the chair at her bedside to be closer to the young pilot. Echo leaned over looking at the photo with her eyes marvelling at the Mandalorian armor never having seen anything like it in her life.

"Are they still on Mandalore? We can try sending a message out there if you'd like!" Her enthusiasm warmed Kinsei's heart Echo seemed so willing to go above and beyond to make her feel at home. With genocide of the Mandalorian warriors on the night she was born her parents had vowed never to return. It always hurt knowing she'd never know Mandalore the same way her parents had. Shosa must have been way deep within the Outer Rim for them not to have heard of the Empire's occupation of Mandalore.

"They travel a lot for work especially now that we're in war." She shrugged her shoulders propping up the photo against a lamp. Kinsei wondered if they missed her or if they thought of her as a selfish coward. Echo leaned over tucking a stray hair behind Kinsei's ear.

"We'll be your family until you find yours again." said Chaska from the doorway holding a wooden bowl, Kinsei felt overwhelmed it wouldn't be the first time she found herself a family that wasn't blood. She hoped they would be safe especially now that the war was reaching further into the Outer Rim.

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Kinsei found the bedrest unbearable on top of the radiating pain from her leg. She felt as if she were going to fuse to the bed. It had only been three days but it felt like a week. She was so used to chasing after her squadron making sure their X-wings were up to par. She found herself staring out the open window gazing at the mountain ridge where she had landed, it was a sick joke.

Echo came into the room with a deck of cards and a bright smile, it annoyed her how cheery she seemed when all she could feel was pain. All this misplaced anger had been boiling under the surface Echo had seen it time and time again in patients with severe injuries she didn't take Kinsei's anger personally. "You seem more wound up than usual, today do you wanna talk about?" Echo asked taking a seat by the bed as she shuffled the cards in her hands.

"What is there to talk about? How I can barely hear you from that side or how I have to listen to stupid fucking sheep all day on the other side?" Despite one of her eyes being swollen shut she still managed to give Echo a harsh look. Echo's smile didn't falter. She began to deal cards humming quietly she paused looking up for a second, Kinsei had been crying, "I wish I died."

Echo set the cards down reaching for Kinsei's right hand she looked at her in the eye her voice soft, "I don't know you very well but I know you're a fighter, you hear me Miss. Tsokara? You're gonna get better and kick ass at physical therapy and you're gonna look back at this moment and realize you didn't mean what you just said." Kinsei's face tensed up as the rest of her sobs rattled her chest they ached her broken ribs making her cry harder.

Two weeks had passed since Kinsei was allowed to be taken off of bed rest, she found walking with her external fixator it was awkward and it throbbed if she stood too long while she fed the chickens or tended to the sheep. She accepted small jobs around the village they took a little longer than expected as she only could use one of her hands. This new life was foreign instead of fixing up starships she began fixing anything she could to get her free hands of the dull ache of her boredom.

That meant repairing the toaster, the tractor, and rewiring the speeders. Echo was right when she said nothing happens on Shosa. The most action she saw was Chaska chasing after the sheep after the fence had collapsed. A fence she later volunteered to help repair despite having no carpentry skills she needed to repay them for all of their efforts to save her.

Kinsei was in the kitchen doing her best to peel carrots, she leaned over the counter using her cast as leverage to pin the carrots down as she scraped the peeler along the carrots. She found herself staring out the open window at the clouds as they crossed by the blue sky. When she saw Echo sprinting through the treeline her normally soft face hardened by something that troubled her. Her peach colored summer dress had blood on it too much blood Kinsei limped over to the front door whipping it open.

"What happened!?" She asked as Echo rushed in their shoulders clipping as she ran into the house down the hall in the back in the room with Kinsei had surgery. She dragged her leg behind her as she rushed after Echo her heart thudding against her ribs. She hadn't been able to run just yet and it frustrated her she just wanted to be useful.

"We found somebody in the mountains! He's injured I need your blood we might not have enough on hand!" Echo pulled her into the room sitting her on a chair as she inserted a butterfly needle into her arm laying the collection bag on the countertop. Echo dashed back to the front door hearing her mother yell after her for help.

Kinsei ducked her head around the door. She felt the air leave her lungs as she watched Chaska and Echo half drag a man down the hall. He wore full Mandalorian armor, his helmet made of Beskar her stomach lurched watching as Echo shoved a pair of fingers into his side to stop the bleeding from at least two of his wounds at his side. The Mandalorian let out a groan he nearly fell to his feet Echo hugged him around the middle pulling him back up right. Kinsei put a hand to her mouth she wasn’t sure if she was going to curse or get sick.

"Don't you dare get sick on me! We need that room sterile!" Reprimanded Chaska who could see the color drain from Kinsei's face when they nearly dropped him. She backed away as they turned came through the doorway leading him onto the table. Echo's hands reached for his helmet Kinsei put her hand over Echo's, her eyes hardened protective of the Mandalorian Creed.

"The helmet stays on." The look in her eyes sent a chill down Echo's spine she had never seen her look so intense for the first time she felt intimidated by her. She took her hands away from out under Kinsei's grip working on a wound on his side. "We gotta take off your armor to see how bad things are. You're in great hands you're gonna be fine." She said in Mando'a, her native tongue almost felt foreign to her lips she hadn't spoken it in so long.

The Mandalorian's helmet tilted toward her almost when he nodded she hooked her fingers underneath his shoulder pauldrons, his vambraces, and then finally his damaged chest plate. His chest rose fast as he fought through the pain he felt as if his body were on fire. The added weight of the Beskar had been crushing his broken ribs.

Claw marks had cut through the faded red durasteel he was lucky to be alive. The room spun for a moment as she moved quickly nearly fainting where she had been standing. Kinsei looked back to see the blood bag attached to her was nearly full. Echo motioned for her back to into a chair it wasn't up for debate. Kinsei dragged the chair to the Mandalorian's bedside grabbing his hand with hers she squeezed once to let him know she wasn't going anywhere.

Chaska cut through the shirt he wore the Mandalorian was battered underneath his skin mauled by something large, he had a set of bite marks from a large predator on his side. On the other side were four jagged claw marks extending from his armpit to his lower abdomen with blood running to the surface. She wondered how much he had left. He let out a crackled groan feeling both Chaska and Echo prod him with their tools. He squeezed Kinsei's hand back then his grip went limp. Her eyes met Echo's, "His body couldn't handle the pain he's going to be fine. This almost could have been you we have pretty big cats in the mountains." She said while continuing the stitch work along the claw marks her eyes focused as she raced to close the wounds.

"Do you know him?" Asked Chaska as she came around the table removing the needle from Kinsei's arm the scrappy mechanic looked up at her while applying gauze to the puncture wound she shook her head no. She didn't have to know him to want to make sure he was okay, it was a part of The Creed to care for one another.

"He's a Mandalorian there aren't many of them left. I need to make sure he's okay." She kept her eyes on him as Chaska hung up a few pints of blood Echo was still working on small intricate stitch work. She noticed more claw marks on his upper left arm the flesh torn and separated she could see the white of his bone. She didn't think anything on Shosa could be capable of something so gruesome.

"Them? You're a Mandalorian too!" Said Echo the young medic had always been curious about Kinsei's life but never got around to asking Kinsei always seemed tense when she tried to ask. "He can't take his helmet off so why did you?" Echo asked feeling curious about her new friend. Kinsei raked her hand through her hair as she tried to find some way to leave the but she was still light headed.

She sighed feeling defeated it was about time she told them something about herself after all they did save her life, "It's a part of The Creed if you take off your helmet you can never put it back on. This is the way." Her voice sounded as far away as her gaze like she was swimming in memories of the past. The kind of memories that grabbed you and held you down at the bottom until you couldn't breathe.

"I was staying with a small Mandalorian clan on Tatooine after I left home, things were good at first and then the Imperials came. They murdered all of them for the little Beskar armor they owned and let their bodies rot in the sun." She paused to wipe away her tears with the sling not once letting go of the Mandalorian's gloved hand his fingers twitched under the weight of her shaking hand. She hung her head in shame and was never able to forgive herself.

"I decided I'd much rather be a coward and live than to die. So no I'm not a Mandalorian. " Kinsei had always blamed herself for not being able to help defend against the damned Imperials. For years she felt selfish she hadn't been able to stop and help because she had been making repairs on a moisture farm generator for credits instead of being at the homestead defending the clan.

"Oh stars, I'm sorry I didn't mean to ask you something so personal." Echo apologized, keeping her head low as her mother gave her a hard look, she had been curious about Kinsei but the pilot made herself hard to know. Chaska and Echo finished in silence both of them cleaning around Kinsei who hadn't moved in her pensive gaze her grip still tight on the Mandalorian's hand.

"You need to be more careful how you talk to people." Said Chaska while disposing of soiled gauze Echo made a face like she was holding back tears of her own a few slipped Kinsei looked away for a few moments pretending not to notice to give the young medic privacy.

"It's okay, don't be so hard on yourself you didn't know." said Kinsei while looking up at Echo she decided she would try to be more open with Echo to build a friendship with the young woman especially if she was going to be on Shosa for while.

"Kinsei you need to eat something before you pass out on us two pints is a lot of blood missy. Your friend will be fine." Whispered Chaska as she rubbed Kinsei's back until the young pilot opened her eyes slowly standing up right black dots appeared before her eyes as she steadied herself finally letting go of the Mandalorian's hand.

She opened the closet by the window grabbing a wool blanket and draped it over him, she wanted to make sure he was comfortable. Her fingers ran over his armor which sat in a pile on a side table, she missed her armor which was probably at the bottom of a sand dune by now. Buried deep with all of those memories she tried to repress.

"Is there somewhere I can get this fixed?" She asked holding up his durasteel chest plate her fingers tracing the deep claw marks. Chaska pursed her lips together taking it from her then putting it back on the table.

"I'll tell you after you eat." There was an authoritative tone in her voice like a mother scolding her child Kinsei arched an eyebrow following her out of the room. She paused for a moment in the doorway looking back at the Mandalorian. Chaska continued to the kitchen finishing up Kinsei's prep work.

"How long have you been dragging your leg like that?" Asked Echo while she set up an IV into his arm she hung the bag onto the hook she then set up a second IV, Kinsei tried not to make a face as needles had always made her nauseous.

"It's fine I can still put weight on it, see?" Kinsei stood on one leg and for a moment a quick flash of pain shot up through her back. Her face faltered Echo finished up with the Mandalorian's IV then bent down to look at Kinsei's leg. She touched it with the back of her hand checking for the tell tale warmth of infection, she then examined where the pins punctured her skin to set the bone.

"It looks okay just try to take it easy you've been doing too much too soon." Echo had the same stern look as her mother however Echo's features made her soft, her brows drew together watching Kinsei lean up against the wall taking her weight off the leg. There was a bit of sweat building on her brow. She looked exhausted, "If it ever hurts too much let us know we can help you.” Echo put a comforting hand on Kinsei’s shoulder she nodded knowing she'd never admit to she had a feeling she'd lose it if she did.

"Tell me about the thing that hurt him. Should we be worried about them coming down from the mountain?" Kinsei quickly changed the subject walking alongside side Echo trying to keep at a normal pace. She took a seat on a stool across from Chaska who was standing at the kitchen island she had made quick work of the carrots Kinsei had left behind.

"We have pretty big mountain lions out here probably just as big as your X-wing. It's one of the reasons why we check the mountains looking for injured people." Judging by the look she had on her face Kinsei was certain she had lost someone close out there, "Mr. Mando over there is lucky to be alive. He managed to take down two that's unheard of around here." She excused herself to clean herself off her words where curt Kinsei could tell she was uncomfortable.

Echo was wearing a good amount of his blood. It was staind deep along her hands crusting underneath her nails there was the taste of bile rising in her mouth as she watched Echo sprint off into the fresher.

"Try not to think too hard about him. He'll be sore as hell but he'll live. Worry about something else like how shit your knife work is." Quipped Chaska with a raised brow it brought a chuckle to Kinsei's lips. She watched as Chaska meticulously planking through the carrots in nice even lines.

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Dinner came and went but sleep never came for Kinsei, she felt restless in the guest room her mind just couldn’t settle down. So much had happened in such a short amount of time seeing the injured Mandalorian left her rattled. It was around three in the morning when she finally got up. Wrapping a blanket around herself she walked down the hall into where the Mandalorian had been sleeping. She took a seat on the floor crossing her legs as she looked up at him. He seemed at peace but she knew from experience it wasn't always so peaceful. While she was under anesthesia her mind kept replaying her crash landing in an endless loop until she managed to regain her consciousness.

"Not wearing your armor doesn't make you any less of a warrior." Even through the modulator his voice sounded week as if he were whispering he had responded in Mando'a she stood up taking a seat at his bedside. She smiled sadly while shaking her head in disagreement. "People like us are always fighting." Added the Mandalorian with a groan as he frisked his side exploring his injuries.

"I'll always be dar'manda nothing more than a hut’tuun. I'm just a pilot and I can't even land right." She grit her teeth feeling frustrated as a quick current of pain shot it's way through her body. She felt like she deserved all the pain she was going through for losing her heritage it was a big disgrace amongst the Mandalorian Creed. It was a heavy weight on her chest, one that seemed to always rear its ugly head when she was feeling most vulnerable.

"It was a difficult choice after the great purge many went into hiding whether it's in plain sight it's all the same. Our people will always need people like you. You protected my honor and for that I thank you." She wished he couldn't see the look on her face, she put a hand to mask the ugly cry she was failing to swallow down.

"Does it hurt?" She asked looking him over he shook his helmet no but she could tell judging by his short breaths he was just as stubborn as she was. She drew back the blankets noticing he had bled through his bandages she turned around to look for the supplies she'd need to redress his wounds.

Kinsei gathered the bandage and the gauze using the soft moonlight to guide her as she groped through drawers. “Can I ask you something?” She muttered as the Mandalorian sat up peeling away his own bandages, a soft hiss escaping his helmet it looked like it wasn’t the first time he had to do this.

The Beskar of his helmet caught the shine of the moon as he tilted his head while cutting through medical tape aligning it on to his tanned chest, she sat slumped forward her arms on her knees as she looked up to him. “On your travels have you seen a pair of Mandalorians with a signet of a snake on their chestplate?” Her voice soft scared of what his answer might be she looked away watching his fingers graze over what used to be a puncture wound on his side.

"There aren't that many of us out there. The people you're looking for may have gone into hiding." It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear but she knew it would have been too easy. He struggled with removing the bandage on his arm. She peeled away the medical tape gathering the dirty bandages disposing of them before returning to the spot beside him. Holding the bandage down with her fingers as the Mandalorian handed her tape.

The silence between them didn't bother her Kinsei was in her own head trying to process his words. Knowing her fathers' the were smart and resourceful they would be safe she was certain of it.

"Thank you for listening to me, I'm sorry for disturbing you." She whispered reapplying the last piece of medical tape before heading back to the guest room. With each step past the main bedrooms she let out a small whimper she nearly fell through the door of the guest bedroom as she held onto her left leg. The other arm kept her held up against the wall her vision blurred she hopped into bed panting as the pain continued she felt as if her nerves were pulling and stretching. She pulled a pillow over her face to muffle the sounds of her crying.

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Mando’a key:

Dar’manda: a state of not being Mandalorian - not an outsider, but one who has lost his heritage, and so his identity and his soul - regarded with absolute dread by most traditionall-minded Mando'ade

Hut’tuun: coward (worst possible insult)

#mando x reader #din djarin x reader #mando x oc #din djarin x oc #star wars oc #star wars imagine #star wars imagines #dyn jarren x oc

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oskarwing · 4 years

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TUA Percy Jackson AU

Just me having the need to combine Fandoms. These are just my very chaotic thoughts in no order. Also I might write a fic to this one day...

Note: Even though I don’t mention it for everyone specifically just where it seems to fit because this post will be really long already they all have ADHD and dyslexia because that comes with being a demigod in the Percy Jackson universe.

Luther and Five were the first of the seven to come to Camp Half Blood Hill. They are children of Hephaestus and a male engineer.

Luther spend his earlier childhood trying to impress his human father by working hard in school and trying to get as good as him but the human Dad never quiet came over suddenly having to take care of two children that suddenly showed up in front of his door with a note from the dude he had dated for a while saying that those were their biological children.

At eight years old Five decided to run away and Luther couldn’t let him go alone.

Luther has their godly father’s craftsmanship talents which he mostly uses to build his model spaceships and sometimes trying to make more functional ones he also gets pretty good at sculpturing.

Five is good at building things too of course but he’s also one of the children of Hephaestus who have pyrokinesis-powers (I know that is super rare but ssshhhhh)

While they were running away from monsters Five lost control of his fire and he accidentally burned Luther who will always have scars from this and also restricted movement in his left hand (he is still good with building but it takes him a lot longer and he sometimes needs to ask Five for help)

While he was recovering he dreamed about Hephaestus and his father showed him his deformities and tried to make it easier for his son (I know gods generally don’t care but he can relate and also Luther is a tiny eight-year-old still at that point.)

Five obviously feels immense guilt over this. He was just scared and of the monsters and wanted to burn them like he did with some of the others but instead he got his twin!

He helps Luther as good as he can though. In the beginning when Luther still had a hard time he’d cut his food for him.

And nobody, not a soul, not anyone in the whole camp would ever dare to make fun of Luther. Not when his twin is standing behind him with eyes surprisingly icy for someone with fire powers.

They will try twice to go back home to their father.

Once when they are ten and want to maybe see if it was so bad after all.

And once when they are starting highschool and want to give normal life a shot.

The first time engineer human daddy made constant remarks about Luther’s scars. Both of how bad they looked and how it made him a little more clumsy because of how badly his left hand was burned.

He also like implied that he thought Five did it intentional. That was one of the few times Luther had to comfort Five while he was crying. Though he was crying too.

That stay didn’t last more than two days and they were on a bus back to camp.

The second time their human father was nicer. He had a new boyfriend and a dog and seemed genuinely apologetic. Though after how he had behaved neither of the twins accepted those apologies.

He didn’t know how to talk to them still.

There was too much between the three of them and it seemed awkward.

In the end it was a drakon attacking all of them that made the twins decide that this wasn’t their place.

Their father told them that he’d keep their rooms always ready for them to stay when he saw them off.

There weren’t any ‘I love you’s but that dog? The dog of the new boyfriend? She was a female dog and she had puppies in the time they were there. One of those dogs really loved Five.

And Five loved him.

And that’s the story how the Hephaestus-cabin got a tiny mascot named Mr Pennycrumb.

Klaus comes to the camp a year after the twins. He’s thirteen.

His godly parent is Hermes.

His mother had a big green VW trailer when he was little. One with which they traveled through the whole country staying wherever they seemed fit.

They lived in the back cuddled together on the bed. Klaus will still say that was the best time of his life.

It was also his mothers way of trying to protect him from monster. She hoped if they kept going they wouldn’t be to easy to find.

But then she got attacked and killed by a monster anyway and Klaus was handed through the foster system where he was also declared as crazy for how he described his mother’s death.

He went to countless therapists over the years.

Until he got found by a Satyr who brought him to camp.

He quickly joined in with the pranks some of his half-siblings did.

Also he became one of the children of Hermes who smuggle in all the good forbidden stuff the campers need and desire.

He’s quiet great at stealing as well.

Somehow he always gets Luther to build things for his pranks without Luther knowing what they are for.

“What do you need a pieform with a lever system that is remote controlled for?” “Oh, you know, I just wanted to give that harpy on the tree some pie and I can’t throw that high.” “Aw. That’s so nice of you!”

The pie ends up in the face of a surprised Ares-child.

Klaus is cackling in safe distance.

Since he has no other place to go he stays in the camp year round.

Third to join was Allison, only a few months after Klaus at age 15

She’s the daughter of Aphrodite and an artist.

Her father was bewitched by Aphrodite’s beauty and he has a portrait of her.

When she was little Allison spend hours in front of that portrait just staring at her mother.

Her father never once told her about her no matter how many questions she asked only one time when he told her he didn’t like to paint humans and she asked: “What about Mom then?” He answered: “Your mother is entirely different, Allie.”

Allison got handed from school to school. The schools claiming she was manipulative and somehow always got what she wanted and them only realizing what had happened after it was done.

Her father didn’t put her into therapy though. He just ask her to try her best to stop.

Allison didn’t really understand how she was doing it though. People just did what she wanted them to.

It’s charmspeak obviously.

When she was attacked by a Cyclops in school though her father thought it was time to get her to camp so she can learn to cope with her demi-godliness

But she mostly only goes in summer and spends her schoolyear with her Dad.

When Diego joins the camp at 14 a week and a bit after Allison he’s this angry boy always starting fights with anyone around him. So naturally everyone assumes he’s just a child of Ares.

But then he gets claimed and to the surprise of everyone... he is...

The son of Apollo.

Everyone’s like “That angry dude is supposed to go in a cabin full of sunshine people??”

And Diego is a little surprised too.

But he is very good at archery as it turns out.

And dancing! Apollo might be the god of music but you gotta know your way around rhythms if you want to be good at dancing!

His human parent actually is a ballet-dancer.

After she found out she was pregnant with Diego she moved in with her good friend Grace. The two of them fell in love before Diego was born.

Yep, Diego is raised by lesbians. Because I say so.

Grace is this friendly soft Mom we know but she’s also the one to teach Diego various martial arts.

Diego’s biological Mom is this no-funny business stern mother who on the other hand very much loves her son.

She just wants him to succeed in life and with her profession she just learned that you have to be tough to succeed.

Diego ended up in the camp because both of his moms got fed up with getting attacked by various greek monsters all the time.

Well fed up is kind of the wrong word but they wanted to make sure that Diego would be able to defend himself if he was ever in danger and Grace’s teaching don’t help him anymore.

So at the start of the summer they drive him down to camp.

He likes his siblings there.

Though he is concert of one Dave Katz who spends far too much time with that one Hermes kid that can never sit still and he’s not sure if he’s good for him.

Ben comes to camp half a year after Diego with a Satyr. He’s twelve and just radiates sadness seemingly.

Since he’s staying in the Hermes-cabin for a few days before he gets claimed Klaus tries to cheer him up a little with various dumb jokes.

He doesn’t laugh once. He does however ask for some books.

It turns out that he with help of his father worked through his severe dyslexia just to read the stories his father read to him himself

His father was a marine biologist and super dork.

Little Ben had this big book about different sea species he used to look through.

He also had one about different mythologies because his Dad was also super interested in that kind of stuff and wants his son to be informed all around.

He basically had books about anything and everything. And his father tried his best to answer any question he had and the questions he couldn’t answer he’d find someone else to answer.

Anyway you probably already know that Ben’s godly parent is Athena.

Surprise!

Once he gets claimed Klaus is like a little sad cause he started to feel really protective of him while he stayed in the Hermes cabin.

But he gets to see him every day anyway so it’s all good.

They still don’t know what’s going on with him though.

The Athena Cabin and Klaus try their best to find out why he’s so sad all the time.

It comes out during the mission he, Klaus and Diego go on.

On one of his research trips Ben’s father was attacked by Cetus. Ben was also on the trip but was able to safe himself though for a while it looked like he was about to drown.

His mother saved him however with a small boat that appeared under him.

As soon as he got to land it transformed into a tiny nutshell.

Ben has it with him at all times and that’s how he saves Diego and Klaus on that mission telling them that story.

Vanya is who Ben, Klaus and Diego are going on the mission for.

She is this ten-year-old girl in an elite boarding school who for some reasons despite trying her very best always gets in trouble.

The reason is constant monster attacks.

She’s pretty upset about that. She knows her human-father expects the very best from her. And so does she! She has to be the very best!

Her father is a conductor in a high-level orchestrate and he expects his daughter to be a lot better than ordinary.

The boys bring her to camp where she shows off her violin talent.

Diego kinda hopes that she’s an Apollo kid so he can keep an eye on her. Though he’s also somewhat scared of her.

She and Five are instant friends! They sit next to each other at the camp fire listening to the dumb stories Klaus tells or the great ones Allison acts out.

She gets claimed during capture the flag where she wins the flag (with the others help)

Her godly parent is Nike.

She’s a little scared when she sees what kind of overachievers her siblings are.

Sporty kids, Kids that are great at art or acting or school.

And she’s just little Vanya with her tiny violin and she couldn’t even make first chair in her school’s orchestra.

Soon she learns however that even though her siblings are highly competitive they are deep down very sweet.

She goes back to her father after the first summer ends but pretty soon comes back.

He told her what a disappointment she was.

Five and Luther have also returned from their Dad by then and they bond over shitty parents.

Klaus is also still there to lift the mood!

And Ben! He joins in with books he read.

None of them can wait for Diego and Allison to finally join them at the end of the school year.

#The Umbrella Academy #percy jackon and the olympians #crossover #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #though none of them are called hargreeves obviously #luther and five are twins

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nerdygaymormon · 5 years

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Maybe you've answered this before, but why don't you just leave your church? Doesn't it bother you being part of something that rejects you? Don't you want love? I don't understand why gay people ever stay in that church.

I get these questions from time to time. Never sure what to make of them. I get that it’s unusual for a gay guy my age to still be part of church. I hope part of this is they like me and want me to be happier. But it also feels like they are looking down on me, idk.

I don’t have a short, simple answer, so strap in, it’s going to be a long ride.

1) I was a teenager in the 1980’s. It is hard to be gay now, but it was so bad back then. Being gay was shameful. The 80′s was the AIDS crisis, so mostly what I heard about being gay was death. There were no legal protections, society was against us. Actively hostile, bigoted statements were common. My own dad told homophobic jokes to big laughs. Coming out looked like I’d be condemning myself to a terrible life and strip all the good things from me.

Also, with no role models, I was having to work through what it means to be gay. I also did manage to get ahold of a gay porn magazine (this is long before internet was a thing). I was crazy to think I could hide it. I shared a room with three brothers so no privacy. Despite my denials, my parents knew this was mine and they were so upset. My dad now tells me he wishes he sent me to conversion therapy once he learned I had this magazine. Can you imagine?

2) I grew up believing in this church, which included the terrible things taught about me as a gay person. At age 19 when my bishop challenged me to pray about going on a mission, I instead prayed to know if God could possibly love me (which is really sad that a kid could grow up in church and not know that). I felt love radiate across my body as a voice in my ear said “You are not broken.” That experience sustained me for a long time

3) I went on a mission in the 1990’s. If you haven’t been on a mission, it’s probably a surprise that it can be a relief. There’s no pressure to date. I could form close bonds with other men, and even though these are non-romantic relationships, they are intensely close.

4) I was still in the closet when I went to the church schools in Rexburg & Provo. At the end of my first semester, my roommate came on to me and let me feel him up and stuff. I went to sleep thinking maybe the two of us could leave the church, transfer to a different school, say goodbye to my family and we could have a life together. It would be a huge sacrifice for both of us and I thought he felt the same, but the next morning he turned me in to our bishop. I thought I was going to get kicked out of school, be sent home in disgrace, maybe disciplined out of the church, but instead I was put on probation and had to stay the summer in Rexburg. I was heartbroken and swore off love and focused on school. At the end of the summer, to my surprise the bishop made me the elders quorum president.

That first roommate, we were best friends. He is Bi and decided a life with a woman would be easier, and considering it was the 1990′s, he was correct. He left school a few days later, met a woman and got married. I hate how he ended things, but I don’t blame him for the future he chose for his life.

5) BYU in Provo was my backup school, and reluctantly it’s where I transferred to. It turned out that I genuinely liked BYU with 2 exceptions, the severe restrictions the Honor Code placed on LGBT students (which was the same as at the Rexburg campus), and the fierceness with which the Honor Code Office sought to enforce those restrictions. Occasionally I’d hear rumors of sting operations they had done to catch gay students. There was this low-level fear always of getting caught whilst a student in Provo. My roommates also expressed their dislike of anything remotely gay. Even though I kept the rules, I didn’t dare tell anyone that I’m gay because the potential cost was high.

While at BYU I had a major faith crisis. I no longer believed a lot of the truth claims of the church, but I wasn’t about to lose all that tuition money. I stuck it out. So not only was I pretending to be straight, I also had to act as though nothing about church bothered me.

6) The same voice that told me I am not broken would occasionally tell me that it’s okay to pursue relationships. It gave me great hope. I still get that message. Being a good Mormon, I thought this meant that somehow God was going to change the church. In the temple I’d hear that it’s not good for man to be alone and the law of chastity was presented in a way that could include me if I was married to a husband (the temple says no sex except “with your husband or wife to whom you’re legally and lawfully wedded”).

7) After BYU, I should have come out and gotten on with life, but I didn’t. My first job was working for a Mormon boss. A landlord who is LDS gave me a deal on rent. Coming out seemed like it would disrupt my life in really negative ways. Plus YSA Wards were a source of friends and support network.

8) In my 30’s I was no longer in YSA wards, and the world was getting better for gay people. The fight for gay marriage was in full swing, and so many of the people in my life were very opposed to it. It bothered me that the church was so opposed and fought gay marriage because in my head, it was a way for me to follow God’s promptings and pursue a relationship.

Being a Mormon is very much an identity. It’s hard to peel off. It’s my social network, it’s what much of family life revolves around, It’s a belief system and way of viewing the world. it’s a map of what one’s goals in life should be, and so on. Staying in the closet kept the rest of my world intact.

I know you’re thinking wtf, you’re a grown man, own your life!!! I grew up in an unstable family situation (we had many financial troubles and moved frequently), so I crave stability. Remaining in the closet and in the church were keys to maintaining that stability.

9) Squashing all my romantic and sexual feelings also shuts down most other feelings. I spent most of my 20’s & 30’s feeling numb, like I was watching life but not a part of it. I spent those years wishing I was dead, that a bus would hit me or a major disease would strike. Those kinds of deaths would end my misery and also be okay for my family because they wouldn’t have to know I’m gay. I recognize now how messed up that is.

10) The great source of happiness in those years was being an uncle. I’m the oldest of 7 children, my siblings had lots of babies born in those years. The joys of being an uncle only increased the pressure to stay in the closet and in the church because if I didn’t, my only source of happiness might be taken away.

11) I finally reached the point where I was tired of going through the motions of having a life. I was ready to come out. Rather than make some grand announcement, I decided to be honest with anyone who asked about my life. When someone tried to set me up with their friend, I would ask if she had a brother. As these sorts of situations came up, I was coming out to people one by one.

I didn’t exactly “come out” to my family. I figured since my parents had found the gay porn mag when I was a teen, and then gay porn malware on the computer when I was college student, they probably already knew (and they did, but were in denial). Also, I thought coming out would be saying I’m not trustworthy and an awful person for having pretended to be something I wasn’t for so long (not true, but that’s how I thought of it).

12) I’m such a late bloomer that I sometimes am embarrassed about it, especially now that so many people come out in their 20′s and even as teenagers. At the first Pride parade I attended, someone told me that we all come out when it’s right for us, and this was my time. I think that’s true.

13) Most of my adult life in church was being pianist in Primary. Shortly after I started telling people I’m gay is when I was called to be in the stake young men presidency. My stake president says he looked over at me playing piano one day and thought, “that man has much more to offer.” I wonder if it’s because I was more confident, my identities were less in conflict than they’d been in the past, I wasn’t afraid and hiding.

As stake young men president, I made sure I knew by name and something about every youth in the stake. I wanted them to know they were seen, they were heard, they were loved. Teens go through such hard things and I wanted to be a kind, supportive person in their life. Most youth don’t know who the stake youth leaders are, but they all knew me. Several told me about hard things in their life and some even came out to me. Parents of gay teens would come speak to me and I’d let them know life in church is hard and unfair, ways they could help support their teen, and prepared them that their child’s likely path would be out of the church. I felt like I bloomed in this calling and made a difference.

14) In 2015 marriage became legal for same-sex couples across the USA due to a Supreme Court ruling. I thought that finally the church would have to come to terms with it and accept it. But then came the November policy banning the children of gay couples from being members. It felt like a punch in the gut and I nearly walked away. I was still stake young men president and weighed whether the difference I made in this calling was worth putting up with how church clearly didn’t want me.

15) To help my parents buy a house, I had a bunch of their debt put into my name and I lived in the house with them. At the time it seemed a good way to avoid the loneliness of being on my own. But living with them also made walking away from the church tricky.

16) A month later I hit the 3-year mark of serving in the stake young men’s program, I was released from that and called to be stake executive secretary. My stake president told me that anyone can make appointments, but he wanted my unique viewpoint in all the highest councils of the stake. In this calling I occasionally meet general authorities and I speak with them about being gay in the church. My stake President recently joked that he has twice been a counselor in a stake presidency and now is a stake president, and in those years he’s met many general authorities, yet I have way more impact on them than he ever has.

17) Shortly after getting this new calling, in 2016 I started my tumblr blog. Eventually I used the blog as a way to examine, explore and record what it’s like to be gay in the LDS church. In some ways this blog is one giant pep talk to myself.

18) In 2017 my blog exploded, one of my posts went viral. It’s almost like God got tired of waiting on me, now I was out to everyone who knows me, and many more.

All of a sudden I had so many hurting Mormon LGBT people contacting me, most were teens and twenty-something’s. I’ve tried to help them, to affirm them. In many ways it feels like the years as stake young men president working with teens, the years I spent developing a spiritual independence, the studying & thinking about how being gay can work with the gospel, the fears & worries that are part of being in the closet, all of that prepared me for this.

19) Later in 2017 my mental health dived. I became suicidal. I started therapy. I finally had to face how harmed I’ve been by my time in church. I also had to admit I will never be enough in this church, I can never reach the goals & purpose of life as laid out by the church,. My therapist helped me see that I need another framework for what a successful life looks like and what would make for a joyful life.

In 2018 I was still in therapy and was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder, which partly explains why coming out and leaving the church were so difficult. The major driving motivation of this disorder is wanting to not disappoint people.

20) My therapist says I feel things more deeply than most people, but because I’d pushed down my feelings so long, it’s actually a bit scary to feel so much. I also started dating and trying to get gay friends. These sorts of big changes were hard for me. The psychologist said, in an amused tone, that I fully examine a path before I’m willing to take a step down it, meaning I’m cautious and slow to get going, but am certain when I begin of where I’m going.

21) Some of my family openly embraces me as gay and loves me no matter what. Some make their love and access to their children conditional on my being in church.

22) I thought 2018 would be the year I leave the church. There’s a personal reason I haven’t; I feel there’s one more thing to do, a friend whom I can help. That I came ahead to pave the way for this friend.

I know this all sounds crazy, talking about a voice telling me it’s okay to have gay relationships or that I have some missions in life to accomplish. That’s part of faith, I guess.

23) It’s unfair to say I’m still attending church for my friend. First, I don’t want him to feel any pressure. Second, it’s my decision, not his. I also am working on paying off debt so I can more easily live on my own, I’ve joined Affirmation and met a lot of LGBT Mormons/post-Mormons and feel like there’s something of a potential support group/friendships there. I’m thinking of changing jobs, even moving to a different university. In other words, I’m laying the groundwork to make any shift more smooth. Whether I take a breather from church or not, these are good things to do.

24) I’m in my 40′s and can see that in some important ways I’ve lived a stunted life. But I’m also able to use my voice to speak up for LGBT individuals inside the church, to try to make this little corner of church kinder and more receptive.

25) I can’t even imagine what you’re thinking of me. A hypocrite, someone who stays with an organization that contributed to my own mental health crisis. Someone too afraid to live. I can’t undo my past and all that lost time. I’ve made a lot of progress and am moving forward. I also believe and hope that things I share on this blog and things I say in my local church help LGBT members.

Maybe you can understand, maybe you can’t, why my life went so differently from yours. I’m certain you won’t agree with a number of decisions I made, but they were mine to make and they explain where I’m at now.

#David gets personal

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writersrealmbts · 5 years

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Protect Them-Hybrid AU: Part 3

Description: Safe with Me Sequel! You work two days a week teaching kids the joys of learning and reading, your favorites being the triplets. When the triplet’s adopted older brother is the one that starts picking them up, you’re not sure what life just handed you but you’re pretty sure it’s just another little slice of heaven. Hoseok x Reader.

Warnings: I don’t even know, if you do, let me know and I’ll change the warnings.

Posted: 11/28/2018

Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel

Angst with fluffs: 1,980 words

A/N: Part 3! Yay!

You listened to the doctors quietly talking to Hoseok, and the triplets whimpering and sniffling, probably clinging to his legs. “Temporary…alone…help…” Each word from the doctor you caught scared you. Suddenly you felt the bed sink down beside you, and you had been so focused on what the doctor was saying that you jumped. “Shh, it’s okay, y/n-noona,” Kae whispered, then carefully curled up into your side. “We’re safe now. We’re going to make your boo-boos better. Are you sleepy?” “A little,” You whispered back, heart breaking at how gentle he was being with you. How he had to comfort you instead of you having to comfort him. His little lips were suddenly pressed to your cheek. “Let’s nap.” You blinked, smiling a little before letting your eyes close. You relished in the warmth he radiated, noticing his faint smell of apples. The medicine had you pretty fuzzy already, so it wasn’t that hard to drift right off. When you woke up you were warm and cozy, despite the pain in your head and body. “Hey,” Hoseok said softly, trying not to scare you. “I tried to make sure they didn’t hurt you, but I couldn’t stop them from cuddling with you. How are you feeling?” “Like the flesh on my leg was ripped away and someone bashed my head with an anvil,” You whispered, not wanting to wake your cuddle-buddies. “Your parents?” “On their way. They’re okay. So is the rest of our family. Eomma and Appa were scared, but they calmed down after they heard all three of them,” His voice was soft as he spoke, and he was probably petting one of their heads lovingly. You nodded. His fingers brushed yours, hesitating when you flinched, but taking your hand when you relaxed. “The doctors said that your loss of vision should be temporary. They’re having trouble contacting your emergency contacts though. Is there a number we can call for your family? Or friends?” You hesitated, then shook your head. “My mom is in jail. My dad died when I was a kid. I’ve only lived here for about a year now, and I don’t…I have a couple friends…why?” “Well, when you’re released you’ll still have to go through physical therapy and you might not have your vision back completely…” “Oh.” “I know it’s not something anyone wants to hear, but you’re going to need some help.” Well that wasn’t good. Yes, you had a couple of friends, but none that you knew well enough to call and ask them to help you. You hadn’t talked to your sister since your mom’s imprisonment and the hybrids that had basically raised you had left to take advantage of their newfound freedom after you graduated. You got postcards every now and then from the latter. The former hated you for being the sole inheritor of trust fund that your father left behind. Not that it amounted to that much. The monthly stipend usually covered your insurance and part of your rent for the month, which left you with a little extra that you tucked into your bank account for rainy days and groceries. Now that would have to cover whatever your health insurance didn’t. “Hey, you okay?” His voice had gotten even softer and gentler. “I’ll be fine. You don’t need to call anyone,” You whispered, your free hand finding one of the little heads and stroking their hair. Nari from the length of the hair. “Y/n…” Hoseok murmured. “Are…are you alone?” “I’ll be fine,” You repeated, turning your face away from him. Your head really was hurting and the tears that were coming up were causing even more of an ache, which just caused more tears to well up. “Can you please find someone and ask if I can have more pain medicine?” Your voice was wobbly. He made a soft sound of acquiescence and seemed to float out of the room. You took deep breaths to try and calm yourself. Kae stirred slightly to your right, still in the same spot. Nari was on your left side, which left Minsu hugging your right foot at the end of the bed, careful not to hurt your left leg. The beeping of the monitors was making you feel worse than you actually did. Hoseok came back with a nurse, but you jumped because your fixation on the beeping of the monitors prevented you from hearing their approach. You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping the sheets trying not to wake the kids. Hoseok made shushing sounds, moving closer and holding onto you gently. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” “I hate this,” You whispered shakily. He made a soft sound and his tail brushed along your back. “I can’t even imagine. But we’re going to take care of you, okay?” “What?” “I called Emma. Her and Jin agreed that you should come stay with us. Actually, eomma is ready to basically drag you back to our house to take care of you. She does that.” He chuckled softly. “They’ll be here any second.” You could hear hurried footsteps. “They’re here.” You heard a sigh of relief then felt all three of the triplets stir. “Oh thank God,” Emma breathed. “Y/n? Did Hoseok tell you the plan? Get over here, Hobi.” Hoseok released you, moving across the room. “He did. I couldn’t possibly—” “Don’t worry about it. You’ve done me about two-thousand favors by now with these three. Don’t even try to fight me on this. I’m strong, and I’m pregnant with twins. The outcome will be the same,” Emma said firmly, then suddenly her voice turned into something of a coo. “Hi, babies.” All three had carefully gotten away from you and must have gone to her. Jin’s breath of relief sounded from the doorway while Hoseok went back to comforting you. “Min-min, Nari, Monnie, Hobi!” There were tiny squeals of happiness as he must have scooped some of them up. Hoseok gave you a little squeeze. “Guys, keep it down.” Jin and Emma quickly quieted the pups down, apologizing, then you heard Emma come closer before she seemed to flutter around your injuries. “Oh, y/n…” She murmured. “Hobi told me everything. You’ll be released tomorrow and we’ll take you home. No arguments.” “I need to get my stuff,” You whispered. “Miss,” The nurse murmured. “Your information says you live in Hyperion?” “Yes?” “I’m sorry, miss, but that area was hit the hardest by the tornado…” Your heart dropped into your stomach. Not only was your apartment gone, but your place of work. Your family was gone. You really didn’t have friends. You couldn’t see. You wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a week—and then you’d be walking with crutches. You had nothing. “Shh, it’s okay, y/n,” Emma whispered, suddenly coming over to comfort you. “Don’t worry about that right now. We can figure it out after you’re better.” You leaned into the comfort she offered. She was the closest thing you had to a good friend and you needed the comfort she was offering. “Everything will be alright,” She murmured in a tone that made you believe her. “Emma, we should take these three home,” Jin said quietly. There was a grumpy growl from one of the triplets. “But we can’t leave y/n-noona alone.” It was Kaemon and he was both growling and whimpering. “She won’t be. I’m gonna stay with her, Kae,” Hoseok told his brother quietly. “I’ll stay with her. It’s okay.” You nodded. “I’ll be fine, Kaemon-ssi.” He climbed onto the bed again and Hoseok must have picked him up and brought him up to you. He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Okay. I love you, y/n.” “Love you too,” You replied automatically, smiling shakily. “Feel better soon,” He then let Hoseok take him away. “Alright, I’ll bring you some clothes to change into when we pick you up tomorrow, okay?” Emma said softly. You nodded, figured the clothes you had been wearing were ruined. Not that you wanted to try and get back into those skinny-jeans with your leg the way it was. You waited until they were gone before sighing softly. “Sorry I’m creating more work for you.” “I don’t mind. Really. Has the medicine started working yet?” He asked softly, helping you to get more comfortable when you started reaching to adjust one of the pillows. “A little, I think. So, you were away for school for a while?” “Getting my teaching degree. I was going to try and get a teaching job here in the city, but with Emma expecting…I figured helping her with the triplets is still decent experience and she’s paying me since I’m foregoing a job hunt in lieu of helping her. Especially with Jungkook moving in with Jimin and working down there this summer so that he’s there when the semester begins. They visit a lot, but it’s better to have someone that you can count on to be there. Besides, she had a ton of help with the triplets and even then we all struggled to keep up with them. Now she’s going to have the triplets and a set of twins?” “Crazy,” You murmured, mostly just enjoying the sound of his voice. “Their reading skills have really improved since the last time I visited. They must be learning a lot from you.” “They’re smart kids. They help each other a lot.” “How’s Kaemon doing around the other kids?” “Well, he does better with the ones that are there every week. But he shies away from all the adults. He’s always been quieter, so sometimes it’s hard to tell if he’s just being himself or if he’s scared. Normally he’ll come to me if he’s scared, though, which helps.” You chewed on your lip, closing your eyes because being blind even temporarily was terrifying. Hoseok was quiet for a second. “They’re certain that this is temporary. The blindness. Until then, I’ll be your eyes. Which means I’ll be spending a lot of time with you. Think you can tolerate me until then?” You snorted, almost laughing. “You can’t be any worse than twenty hyper children.” He chuckled. “Don’t underestimate me.” His hand smoothed over your hair, such a familiar gesture. “So…where is your family?” “Sister is somewhere halfway across the country, hating my guts. Dad’s dead, mom’s in prison for killing dad, and the family hybrids that actually took care of me are traveling. I get postcards. In other words, my family is a mess and the only ones I would even care to see are finally living their lives as they want and getting ready for their own kids. No aunts, no uncles, no cousins.” You splayed your fingers on the bed, then letting them slide back together, wishing you could see the way the blankets bunch between your fingers. You flinched when there was a crash outside the room. “I hate this.” He hummed softly, then kept petting your head gently. “I know. It’s going to be okay.” He shifted, pulling your head gently to his chest, shifting so he could wrap his arms gently around you and hold you. “You should try and sleep. Maybe this will help keep the nightmares away. Is that okay?” You sighed shakily, shifting into the warmth and comfort of his arms. “Yeah. Thanks.” He started humming some song or other, tail resting over you and adding a little bit of comforting weight. His arms held you securely to his body, but avoided any injuries. His instincts were on point when it came to comforting you and you felt yourself drifting off quickly with the combination of this and the medicine helped you fall asleep. And thankfully you didn’t dream.

Masterlist. Part 2. Part 4. Masterpost.

Tagged: @jiminslye

#jung hoseok #protectthemhybridfic #safewithmehybridfic #safewithmesequel #safewithme stuff #The Sanctuary Series Hybrid AU #hoseok x reader #bts #bts fic #hybrid!bts #hybrid!au #hybrid!hoseok #kim seokjin #dad!seokjin #hybrid!seokjin

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The Tower - Chapter 27

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 27

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven / twenty-eight

Word Count: 2179

Warnings: Drama, mentions of human experimentation, and child abuse, mentions of injuries, emotional conversations (sappy y’all)

Synopsis: Elly starts her work for HYDRA, until things get a little out of hand.

Author’s Note: Written with @emilyevanston because I’m with you till the end of the line.

Chapter 27 - The Rescue Mission

The others didn’t come at all that night. I started to panic and I noticed that Clint started pacing in the middle of the night. The cells were too dark to see each other to be able to sign to each other. Thankfully, at some point, Scott showed up and whispered to me that it had taken longer than he’d expected to backup their data. It had meant by the time it was done most of the people in the building had gone home for the night. So they were waiting until morning to raid the building with other federal backup.

After that, I slept. Not well, I woke up panicked a few times but I did sleep. I was woken early by a male guard. He was polite but made it clear I had no choice about going with him. I looked back at Clint who signed to me that I’d be okay.

The guard took me to some showers and gave me toiletries and a change of clothes. Thankfully he left me alone to shower, choosing to stand guard on the door outside. While I was in the bathroom I drank as much water as I could. I had not touched any food or drink since I got there and I was very, very dehydrated. After I washed I was taken to a cafeteria to eat. I was really hungry so I watched what the handful of other people that were there were getting and copied them. I went extra safe, opting for prepackaged yogurt, a banana, a sealed bottle of orange juice and a bottle of water in case I needed it later.

I was then taken up to the lab where Alexa was waiting for me. “Elise,” She said greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. Like we were friends despite the fact she’d locked me in a prison cell overnight. “You look terrible. Didn’t you sleep?”

“You locked me in a cell opposite Clint,” I said, my voice monotone.

“Mmm…” She hummed looking quite pleased with herself. “I heard you two were fighting. I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s best to have a clean break.” She took me into a lab that had a biometric scanner on the door. “This is where you’ll be working. Your data is uploaded onto the system. Right now your project is fixing my genome but whatever other side projects you want to run is up to you.”

There were three people in the room, two women, and one man. “This is Claire, Rachel, and Ben. They will be working directly for you. Whatever you want them to do they will do it.”

The three scientists nodded to me. “The door will be locked to you. There’s a bathroom over there and lunch will be brought in.”

I nodded to her without making eye contact. She put her hand on my shoulder. “Just show us we can trust you and you can have your life back. That’s all.”

I nodded again and she left. The other three looked at me awaiting instruction. I looked around not really sure what to do. I didn’t actually want to do any work. “I’ll uhh… need blood samples from… from the… the assets put through the centrifuge.” I stuttered. “I’m going to need a full DNA analysis.”

They nodded and turned to start work. I went and sat at a bench and just started opening up files on what Alexa had done to herself. It was quite horrific really. Justin had gotten it into his head that along with the manned flight suits he wanted to try getting into the Super Soldier arena too. He’d started experimenting on Alexa. I’d thought my dad was bad. He was a positive saint compared to Justin Hammer. Alexa had basically joined HYDRA bringing all the money from Hammer Industries just to fix her father's mistakes because all he’d left her with was terminal cancer.

I’d be sympathetic if she wasn’t torturing my family.

I was starting to get an idea of what she’d done to herself. She’d created a serum, made from her own genetically modified cells and then used Bruce’s gamma radiation technique hoping they’d take over from her cells. It had worked except her modifications weren’t enough. I was just wondering if I could modify her technique to actually create these mutations in people when an alarm went off and the three other scientists all stood suddenly.

“What’s going on?” I asked, jumping to my feet.

“It’s a code zero. There’s going to be a raid.” Ben said as the three started moving to different stations. “We have to start destroying everything.”

I grabbed a heavy piece of equipment and just slammed it down on the door lock. It fizzed and went out. The other three turned and looked at me shocked. “I’m going to need you to move to the wall and not move,” I said, cracking my knuckles and hoping they didn’t call my bluff.

The women moved to the wall while Ben stood and looked me up and down. “Knew it was a mistake trusting you.” He hissed.

“That was smart, now go stand by the wall or I’ll show you how the Avengers train their scientists,” I said taking a step toward him.

He backed off quickly going to stand with the two women.

“Sit down, push your phones to me and then hands where I can see them.” I barked at them.

The women complied quickly but once again Ben seemed to think twice about it. He stared at me for a few beats trying to work out if he could take me or not. His shoulders sagged and he slumped to the ground tossing the phones over to me.

“Thank you for your co-operation,” I said looking down at them.

“You might still have the specimens but the data is getting destroyed as we speak. You’ve got nothing.” Ben snarled at me.

“Shut up,” Claire whispered.

I laughed. “Thank you for worrying about me. Don’t worry. I’ve been here a full day now. It’s already been backed up.”

“Alexa is not going to be happy about this,” Ben said, scowling.

I shrugged. “I’d say you’re right about that. Now, keep your fingers crossed it’s not the Hulk that finds us. I can convince the others to go easy on you. He might be harder.”

We waited for a while. Someone tried the door before moving on. It sounded like chaos outside. Gunfire and people running around. My head was suddenly filled with Wanda. ‘Elly, where are you?’ Even in my head, she sounded sick. I was relieved to feel her though.

‘Floor 45. There’s a lab. I broke the door so they couldn’t get in.’ I sent back. I guess I was a little emotional too because it was also sent with a random mixture of relief and love. ‘Oh god, are you okay?’ ‘Wanda, I was so scared.’ ‘I love you.’ Among a lot of other things.

‘Calm down, El. I can’t keep up.’ She sent me. I think it must have made her laugh or something though because I felt happier too. ‘45?’

I sent back ‘Yes.’

There was a brief wait where there was nothing and then Wanda sent me, ‘Take cover.’

“Take cover,” I yelled and dropped to the ground covering my head with my hands.

There was an almighty crash and Hulk burst through the door, sending it flying along with part of the wall. He stepped into the room with a roar. Ben started crying. I jumped to my feet and ran to the Hulk. His face softened when he saw me and when I slammed into his leg and started hugging him one giant hand gently stroked my back. “Elly okay. Hulk here.” He said in a gentle rumble.

“Thank you, big guy,” I said. A bunch of police in SWAT gear came through the door arking wide around Hulk and giving me a strange look. I looked up to see Steve standing behind them. I wanted to run to him too but given I’d just hugged the Hulk I was worried about the whole public image thing.

Steve smiled and made a ‘come here’ gesture with his hand. I rushed over and crashed into him. He closed his arms around me. “You did great, El.” He whispered in my ear.

“Bucky and Wanda… She was… they were…” I felt myself close to tears and he rubbed his hands in soothing circles on my back.

“I know. Do you know where they’re keeping him? We still haven’t found him.” Steve said.

“He was down in the basement with Wanda and Clint,” I said, my stomach sinking. Steve let me go and stepped into the Lab.

“We still need to find Searant Barnes. Three of you go with the Hulk. Two of you get these three out of here. The rest start bagging up this stuff as evidence.” He said. Everyone took action. Hulk and three of the braver officers took off towards the stairs.

“I’ll take you to the Jet. Wanda and Clint are there with Hill and Coulson.” Steve said. I followed him to the stairwell. We started walking down, but I had trouble keeping up with him.

He turned to me. “Come on, El. Get on.” He said. I jumped on his back and he started carrying me down much, much faster. On floor thirteen he stopped dead, his head tilted to the side. He lifted his hand to his ear. “Is anyone on 13?” He said into comms.

I don’t know what the reply was but he patted my legs and I climbed off. “Stay here. There’s someone in there and there shouldn’t be.”

He went through the door silently and I waited in the stairs. It was still noisy but mostly much higher up as the police and the Avengers cleared the building. Police kept running up and down the stairs and I moved up a little to get out of the way more.

The door opened again and I turned expecting to see Steve coming through the door. It was not Steve. Bucky moved silently, seeming to almost be made of the shadows himself. He turned to look at me and for one brief second my heart stopped. I was sure they had gotten through to him.

“El?” He said, and his face broke out into a huge smile.

I rushed to him wrapping my arms around his waist and that was when I started crying. “Oh god. What they did to you.”

He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “It’s over. It’s… it’s gonna take some therapy, not gonna lie. But it’s over.” He whispered. “I love you, Elly. I’m so sorry I never said it before. I do though. I love you. I was scared because I thought I’d just end up losing you.”

“It’s okay, Buck. I knew. I love you too.” I said, my tears flowing.

He tilted my chin up to face him and kissed me. It wasn’t long, but I needed it so badly. “Why are you standing out in the stairwell by yourself?” He asked when he pulled apart.

“Steve was…” I didn’t get to say what Steve was doing because he stepped through the door, said my name and then just slammed into my back wrapping his arms around Bucky and burying his face into his neck.

“Oh god, Buck, I thought they’d triggered you.” He murmured.

“They tried,” Bucky replied.

I wriggled in between them. “You’re crushing me.”

Steve laughed and stepped back. “Sorry, El.” He said, ruffling my hair. “Come on you two, we’re getting you to the jet.”

Steve carried me the rest of the way downstairs with Bucky next to him. In the lobby, he let me to my feet again and we followed him to the Quinjet. When I saw Wanda in the stretcher I started crying again. Wanda held her hands out to me and I crouched on the floor beside her and rested my head on her chest as she ran her hands along my hair.

“You shouldn’t be comforting me, I should be comforting you.” I sobbed, as I held onto her.

“You are El. Don’t worry.” Wanda said, resting her cheek on the top of my head.

Slowly the rest of the group returned. Scott was first, followed by Tony and Rhodey. Sam came next with Bruce. Bruce was back to himself, small, pale and wrapped in a blanket as he often was after the Hulk had taken over for a while. Coulson left to join the rest of the SHIELD members in their jet. Finally, Natasha and Steve climbed in. “Shall we go back to the tower then?” Natasha asked surveying the group.

“Please, can we?” Clint said. I think he was trying to make it sound like a joke but he mostly just sounded relieved.

Natasha smiled and got into the cockpit. “Buckle in, moya semya.” She said. “I’m taking us home.”

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My Overwatch OC: Origin Story

so, I decided to write a series for my dear Overwatch alias, Lesley. This is the first installment. It’s pretty fucked up.

Warning: mentions of sexual abuse, unethical science, violence.

Word count: 1483

The year is 2051 when I was born. Nothing too major really. Momma loved Dad and vice versa, so I happened. My mom was a doctor in Glasgow, where I was born. My dad was a scientist. Little did I know as a wee lass, dad had an unethical reputation. He was bonkers, pretty much.

It started when I was only five years old. Dad would secretly perform experiments on me. He would sneak into my bedroom at night and would inject me with chemicals as I slept just to see how I would react to them. I don’t know what he put in me, but I once woke up just to vomit black mush that sent me into a seizure.

“Papa, it hurts!” I remember saying to him all the time. He would just glare at me and tell me to shut up.

Dad would publish his findings on his website, which caught the eye of an underground science organization in Australia. They offered him a job and only a couple days later, we were off to move to a new country. I was a child whose life was snatched from them, a child covered in bruises and scars, a miserable and pathetic human.

It all got worse when I lost the only thing I loved… Momma. When I was twelve, she died of an outbreak of Spanish Flu. She got so sick so fast that the doctors could not keep up with it. Dad didn’t care though. He never did. All he needed was his daughter as a test subject.

The next four years were agony for me. My life was wasted away being chained to a bed in a cramped room with very little to do. Now there were complete strangers sticking me with needles and performing unknown operations on me with little to no drugs to take away the pain. Not only that, but when I hit puberty and started to develop a more womanly figure, I would get groped, molested, and sexually abused.

Just when I thought I was going to completely lose my sanity, something happened. The Omnics invaded the Australian outback and the underground lab.

Oh god, so much gunfire and screaming.

I was slowly falling unconscious when the explosion happened. Maybe this is it, maybe this is where I die. Finally.

I don’t even remember being rescued or arriving at the hospital, but I woke up, much to my misfortune and distain. After a few seconds, I realized I wasn’t in the lab anymore, but an actual hospital.

A beautiful woman with perfect blonde hair stood over me, checking my vitals.

“Well, good morning young miss. You took quite a beating earlier.”

I laid there, confused.

“Are you an angel?” I muttered.

“No dear, I’m Dr. Anglea Zeigler,” she woman said as her brow furrowed in concern. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Lesley Ann MacDonald.” I muttered.

“Do you remember what happened to you?” the Doctor asked.

“Gunfire… explosion. Boom.” My eyes turned wide. It was all coming back to me in a rush. I felt myself trembling a little bit when I tried to sit up.

“Well, Lesley, there’s several things I need to tell you. You were indeed caught in an explosion. The Omnics invaded the lab that you were located. You seemed to be the only survivor. A man by the name of Jamison Fawkes rescued you. Your father, unfortunately, died in the explosion.”

Doctor Angela didn’t get why I was so relieved when she told me that news until I explained. I showed her all of the scars I had from him and the others.

“It’s going to be alright now,” She said reassuringly. “I will get you patched up in no time.” She patted my shoulder and started to exit the room, but paused.

“Oh, I meant to tell you that you were paralyzed from the knee down from the explosion and radiation poisoning. Jamison, the man who rescued you, personally made you new legs. Take a look.”

I slowly peaked under the covers, and she was right. A fine new pair of metal legs glistened back at me. I fell silent. I didn’t know what to think. I lost my legs. I was losing everything normal I had. First my homeland, my momma and now my legs. The doctor had disappeared and an unfamiliar teenage boy about my age with a peg leg hobbled in.

“Hey there,” He said softly. “I’m Jamison, but you can call me Junk. I was the one who rescued you.”

I smiled at him like he was God himself. His Australian accent was something I had never heard before.

“Thank you. I’m Lesley.” I muttered, still groggy from the past events. I reached out a hand for him to take, which he took gratefully. I noticed he had stitches across his cheek and chunks of his hair was singed off.

“You’re hurt.” I croaked.

“Don’t you go now worrying about me. I’m aces, luv,” He gave me a great be smile. “besides, I’ve had worse. Oi! lemme see those legs I made ya.”

I pull back the covers hesitantly. When Jamison saw the final results of his work, he smiled a big ol’ toothy grin.

“think I did okay. Don’t ya think?”

I smiled back at him. “It’ll take a tick to get used to, but they are pretty good.”

Jamie’s face fell.

“What?” I said. He looked at me with sad eyes.

“Do you have any family left?” he said quietly. I shook my head in response.

“Well, come live with me and my bodyguard. I call him Roadie. He’s pretty cool.”

“I might as well.” I smiled weakly at him.

The doctor walked back in.

“Alright young man, party is over. Why don’t you head back home to your pal roadie?”

“Yes ma’am,” Jamie answered. “Bye, Les. See you soon.” He waved as he walked out.

“Bye.” I returned the wave.

“Try to get some sleep, missy. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

Doctor Ziegler didn’t need to tell me twice. I was out like a light and had to be physically woken up by her in the morning.

I was in the hospital for about three weeks. So many tests, operations, and therapy sessions. Jamison came almost every day to see how much progress I was making and would cheer me on. Each day I felt stronger. Dr. Ziegler sure was a miracle worker. I could walk on my own with my new legs and she even turned the radiation in my body around so I could harness the power of the sun with my own hands. She thought it was necessary for me since I was so meek and self-conscious. She would throw me little pieces of advice on handling my new power. By the end of my stay in the hospital, I had learned to use my newfound strength for healing and damage to enemies.

On my last day, Angela presented me with a staff with an orange glowing ball on top.

“Lesley, I made this for you. It allows you to harness the suns energy to wipe out enemies and heal your comrades at the same time.”

I stood up from my hover chair and grasped the new weapon in my hands. All was right in the world once again.

“Lesley!” I heard a familiar voice call out. Jamie! My newfound friend bounded over to me and wrapped me in a hug.

“Look at ya! Fit as a fiddle. Dr. Ziegler is good at that stuff.” Jamie grinned.

With that, I went home with my new family.

That was when I joined the Junkers and became their resident healer. It was the most exhilarating time of my life. We were always on adventures to new places. A few times was were engaged in battle, but it was pretty hard for my enemy to catch me with my inhuman speed I gained with my cyborg legs.

However, as the years went by, Jamison was slowly slipping into madness. He had failed to tell me that he suffered from radiation poisoning as well on the day of the explosion. He grew up to love fire and explosions, building contraptions that were usually not safe. As a healer, he was a handful. He wasn’t the same Jamison Fawkes I knew anymore, but we still made the best memories together. He became family. My brother.

About eight years later, Jamison and Roadie insisted that I come with them on a new and very important mission, but wouldn’t tell me what it was.

Our destination ended up being the base of Overwatch. Yep, you heard right. Jamie wanted me to join with him and roadie, which I happily accepted and was quickly welcomed into the Overwatch family as their new healer.

#overwatch oc #original character #overwatch #video games #sad #depressing #junkrat #jamison fawkes

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