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lilacsnid · 5 years ago

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『1』 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝: — 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

In which way Newt is there for the girl who ends up losing her best friend — Ben, to the maze.

PART 2

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Flashbacks/earlier events are in italics :)

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— THE Glade fell into an eerie silence as soon as the maze doors sealed shut with a low rumble.

Tension was thick in the air between the once boisterous gladers. Despite the events that had just taken place only moments ago, no one had dared to speak. The day has begun like any other. In no way did Y/N expect the world she knows to come crashing down in only a matter of hours.

Y/N had arrived in The Glade almost two years ago. Being the only girl in The Glade came with it’s challenges, but she got along well with the other gladers and absolutely adored the job she had been given. After watching her skills, Alby gave her the role of working as the Keeper for the Med-jacks.

From the Med-jack hut, she had watched as Newt sent Thomas into the Deadheads to dig up some more fertilizer for Zart and himself as they worked in the gardens.

She continued to rummage through the crate of supplies, most of it consisting of bandages and hydrogen peroxide that she had requested for the Slicers that came to see Clint, Jeff and herself in the med-jack hut on the daily for the small cuts and abrasions that they always managed to obtain while working in the Blood House.

Within minutes, all the supplies were packed away and Y/N lifted her gaze to look back at the lanky, blonde Track-hoe. His orange singlet and milky skin made him stand out from the other guys who were working around the glade in the heat. Along with Ben, it was no secret that Y/N and Newt had grown inseparable ever since she came up in the box. Ben was her best friend, but she had always felt something different when it came to Newt. Her feelings for the tall shank continued to grow every day. However, it was unknown to her that Newt felt the exact same way towards her. The pair grew protective of one another, always being there to offer each other comfort and support whenever it was needed.

They ate meals and hung out together in the spare time that they had when they weren’t expected to work. Newt had a special habit of being the last person to bid her goodnight before she went to sleep and the first person to greet her when the pair woke up in the early hours of the morning.

She enjoyed starting off her days with Newt. She accompanied him each morning in The Glade as he’d meet with Ben and Minho. Before the pair would run into the maze, he’d be there to tell them to be careful and to make it back in one piece. She’d playfully roll her eyes at Ben as his gaze teasingly darted in the direction of the girl who always stood by Newt’s side.

Since Ben was a runner, and spent his days running and mapping the maze with Minho, Y/N only ever got to see him properly as he returned back into The Glade before dusk. She consulted in Ben with everything, including her secrets and all her troubles. Ben had always jokingly teased Y/N about her feelings towards Newt which she thought everyone was oblivious to. They had grown accustomed to each other’s mannerisms and traits after months of living together in The Glade.

It’s almost as if Newt could feel her eyes on him. His hands dropped to rest on his hips as he glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the Med-jack hut, grinning from ear to ear as he caught the gaze of the beautiful girl from across the Glade. He lifted one of his hands to shield the harsh sun from his eyes in order to hopefully get a clearer shot of her.

Unbeknown to Newt, the simple gesture made a rosy blush run over her cheeks. She grinned back towards Newt as if it was contagious, raising her hand and waving in his direction.

The pair continued to work, unaware of the events that were about to unfold.

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“Y/N!” Newt yelled, as he struggled to hold Ben down, “Y/N, we need you over here!”

By the time Y/N had managed to push through the crowd of boys, she found Gally and Frypan who were helping Newt hold Ben down as he writhed beneath them. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as shock ran through her body at the sight of her best friend.

“Ben?!” She exclaimed, kneeling down beside Gally who was looking at her with expectant eyes, as well as all the other gladers.

“What the hell happened?” Frypan yelled around the circle, his eyes staying trained onto Ben.

“He just attacked me!” She heard Thomas, the newest Greenie, splutter out in a state of disturbance from where he stood above them.

Ben had a large gash to the left side of his head, blood pooling down his cheek bone. However, the girl didn’t cower away at the sight of blood. Being a Med-jack, she has seen her fair share of injuries. She was never one to be scared at the sight of blood, which played an advantage to her role. When dealing with injuries, her calm persona would always rub off onto the boys. Especially the time when Gally stepped on a nail a few months back.

“Does anyone know how he got that gash?” She asked as she tried to get a closer look at the cut.

“Uh,” Newt breathed shakily, his blonde hair almost falling in front of his eyes as he peered over towards her, “Y/N, he was choking Thomas and had him pinned down. He wouldn’t stop, I needed to get him off-”

She cut him off, quickly tying her hair up to prevent it from falling in front of her eyes, “Newt, it’s okay, you did the right thing.”

Out of habit, her eyes scanned the rest of his body, searching for any other possible injuries. His breathing was becoming more erratic by the second and he was mumbling incoherent sentences, making Y/N’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Ben, what the hell’s going on?” She questioned him, hoping for a response. But she never got one.

“C’mon mate, talk to us,” Newt muttered from where he was kneeling on the opposite side of him, searching Ben’s eyes for any sign of normality.

Alby must have heard the racket, because within minutes, he was pushing through the crowd of gladers, watching as the four of them kneel around Ben. It was almost as if something clicked inside Alby as his whole persona changed at the sight of Ben.

“Alright, lift his shirt!” Alby ordered, his face remained stern and neglected any type of emotion.

Ben’s head shot up at his words and he began to writhe again, even more frantically than before.

“No, please!” Ben screamed, as the others struggled to hold him down, “Please, I didn’t mean to do it!”

Without a second thought, Y/N tugged Ben’s shirt up, the sight making her heart drop completely. It was like time stood still, a thousand thoughts running through her mind all at once. All she could do was stare at his exposed skin.

Ben had a puncture wound on his stomach, right over the lower part of his rib cage. It was small but it looked deep. Purple, streaky veins spread around the wound, across the pale skin of his stomach.

Newt eyes widen at the daunting sight, and the sound of curses and gasps from the other gladers filled the air.

“He’s been stung,” she concluded, her eyes never once leaving the wound. It now all made sense.

He must have been separated from Minho at some point in the maze. He got stung and somehow made his way back into The Glade without anyone realizing.

Alby knelt down beside her as Y/N traced her fingers around the skin on Ben’s stomach, her cold fingertips against his hot skin making him squirm.

Gally’s expression was no longer one of anger, but of concern, “In the middle of the day?”

It was now Y/N’s turn to let out a shaky breath, hanging her head low and closing her eyes for a few moments. She could feel herself becoming light-headed as severe worry started to bubble in the pit of her stomach at what this could mean for her best friend now.

Newt had pretty good idea on what Y/N was thinking in this moment. He knew what was in store for Ben, the realization made him feel sick. He knew how close Y/N and Ben were, he didn’t want to break her heart. Tears began to well up in her eyes as Ben began to whimper. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Alby and Newt sharing a look. Y/N knew deep down what it meant, but she didn’t want to even dwell on it.

Not even a second later, Alby tore his eyes away from Newt as his stood back onto his feet, “Put him in the pit.”

A quiet whimper left Y/N’s lips as Ben started to kick his legs and scream out his pleas. She leaned forward, grabbing onto his hand that was pinned above his head.

“Ben, please,” she hushed, trying to rub soothing circles into the palm of his hand, but his lashing was too much, “You have to calm down.”

Her ears starting ringing and her head began to ache. Newt called for the other Med-jacks and Gally yelled at Ben, trying to calm him down more forcefully. But it was no use.

Soon enough the Gladers were on their feet, lifting Ben up as they all worked to together to try and keep him still as possible.

“Guys, be careful with him!” Y/N cried. She could hear Ben calling for her.

The small group began trudging way with Ben in tow, causing Y/N’s hand to get snatched away from Ben grasp in the process. She could feel many eyes on her from the remaining Gladers and tears running down her cheeks as she watched the group walk further away.

As she began to get more lost in her thoughts, she felt someone’s hand link with hers, a smaller hand.

She looked down to her right to find Chuck at her side, his curly locks of hair being his most distinctive feature. His face was laced with hurt and he squeezed her hand, a way of him letting her know that he was there for her.

Chuck was like a younger brother to her, and she couldn’t be more grateful to have him by her side in that moment.

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“He’s dangerous, and it’s only gonna get worse.”

Y/N paced outside the wooden door of the Council Hall, her hands rubbing over her eyes as her tears continued to fall. Inside, she could hear Alby, Minho and Newt talking, discussing the fate of her best friend.

Ben was going through The Changing. The poison that had entered his body was spreading fast and it was only going to get worse, Y/N knew that. She also knew that it was now down to Alby to make a decision based on the safety of everyone in the Glade. Their welfare had to come first, above all else.

Once someone started to go through this phase, there was next to no chance of getting them back.

Y/N wished there was something she could do, anything to save the life of her best friend. But the longer she waited outside the Council Hall, the thought of Ben being banished became too agonizing to bear. Alby wasn’t going to back down, and Y/N could feel her heart slowly starting to break.

After a few minutes, Minho was the first to storm out of the Council Hall, startling Y/N from her heavy thoughts in the process. She wasn’t sure when he had returned back from the maze, but nonetheless, she was glad to see him safe. He met her eyes, and all the girl could see was sympathy. Alby came out next, with Newt trailing closely behind him.

“We need to get organised, gather what you can,” Alby spoke to Minho, trying his best to avoid the girl’s gaze.

In that moment, Y/N’s heart shattered. Those words were all she needed to acknowledge Ben’s sealed fate. Her tears continued to fall, more uncontrollably and her chest tightened as it suddenly became hard to breathe.

Newt had tried his absolute hardest to talk Alby around the idea of banishing Ben. He noted that the thought of it was too rash and perhaps they could grant him more time, to keep an eye on him and see where things could go. For Y/N’s sake. But it was no good. Alby outright refused, just as Newt expected. His safety for the Gladers being his main concern.

As Newt tried to make his way over to Y/N, she stormed off in the direction of the Med-jack hut where Ben had recently been moved to after he had calmed down in the pit. Newt knew she would want to have time with him, to say goodbye.

“You know this is going to break her heart,” Newt retorted. His eyes meeting with the first in command as they watched her stumble across The Glade.

Alby sighed heavily, shaking his head in response, “What else would you have me do? If we keep him here he’s just going to get even more dangerous than he already is, and I can’t risk having anymore close calls. I know you care about her, we all do. But this has to be done, we have no other choice.”

The blonde nodded hesitantly, knowing deep down that what Alby spoke was the truth. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to her. The three Gladers stood together in silence for a few seconds before Newt parted ways with them, following after Y/N as quick as his limp would take him.

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The frail girl found herself by Ben’s side. Jeff had given him a sedative, knocking him out into a deep sleep.

His hands were bound to the bed, the restraints making his wrists red, no doubt from all the tugging. But she was now able to hold his hand. She continued to weep for her best friend, the hot tears coming on stronger every time she peered over at his sleeping figure.

She tried so desperately to take in every remaining detail and feature of Ben’s, wanting to have him etched perfectly into her mind for the rest of her days. Although the Ben she knew was gone, she would always remember him for who he was before this infection spread through his body and took over. It hurt her more than words could say as she remembered back to when she said goodbye to him this morning. Just before he set off into the maze, they had pulled each other in for a hug.

A sob racked through her body at the very memory, as that was the last time she had saw him as him. Just how he used to be: kind, caring and full of love.

She leaned down from her chair, placing a kiss to the back of his palm, cradling his hand to her forehead, “I’m so sorry, Ben.”

Y/N continued to shed her tears, beginning to lose herself. Until she felt a presence beside her. She heard them crouch down by her side, placing an arm to rest on the back of her chair and the other on her thigh cautiously, rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of her black cargo pants.

“Love,” the boy whispered, brushing the fallen strands of hair from the side of her face.

Newt. His soft and mellow voice relaxed the girl as it sounded through the painful silence that filled the room.

That’s all that was needed for Y/N to lift her head from it’s place, where it rested, to catch a glimpse of the boy that she loved ever so deeply. Newt felt a pang in his chest at the sight of her bloodshot eyes and defeated expression.

What broke him even more was the fact that he knew there was nothing he could say that could make her feel better or to stop the unimaginable pain that she was going through.

“What am I going to do without him?” Y/N whispered, a stray tear falling down her cheek which Newt was quick to reach up and wipe away gently with the back of his fingers.

Newt knew the question she had asked was a rhetorical one, yet he still found himself trying to search for answers, anything to soothe her pain.

“I tried, love. I really did, for you,” He continued to speak softly.

She watched Newt’s expression change as she turned in her chair to face him completely. Leaning forward, she placed her weak hands on his shoulders, feeling the fleecy material of his white jumper that he now had on. Newt’s right hand remained on her leg, still tracing patterns into her skin.

Without any warning, Y/N soon jumped forward. Wrapping her arms around Newt’s neck, pleading for an embrace. Newt steadied himself, remaining in his crouched position before wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly, as if he was scared of her crumbling in his arms.

“P-please,” She sobbed into his neck, not wanting to let go, “Don’t take him away from me.”

There wasn’t much left of the day, which meant Y/N’s time to say goodbye to her best friend was slowly slipping away.

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Each boy stood in a circle around the maze doors as they had closed, all stealing glances towards Alby in anticipation, waiting for their leader to speak up. Y/N watched as Alby glanced at Frypan on his left, then again to Newt on his right, before dropping the wooden pole that was still in his hands onto the grass below. The sudden loud noise made her shoulders jerk in surprise.

His gaze soon reluctantly landed on the girl.

He studied her tear-stained cheeks with furrowed eyebrows. The look on his face was one that Y/N was struggling to understand.

“He belongs to the maze now,” Alby declared, his voice lacking any tone of emotion.

All the Gladers hung their heads low, after everything that has happened, it was never easy losing one of their own. Alby began to make his way towards the girl who happened to be standing away from the group with Chuck at her side. As he passed her, his movements halted.

Y/N could feel his heavy gaze that was trained onto her, making her whole body tense uncomfortably. Her own gaze was locked onto the ground and her eyes welled up with uncontrollable tears. With little warning, he lifted his hand to rest onto her shoulder. The girl was quick to glare up at him in disbelief, knowing it was just a matter of time before her emotions got the best of her. Alby has always been a good friend of hers, and she respected him highly. But there was no way that she could possibly bear to be in his presence after just losing her closest friend.

Sobs that she was struggling to contain were forming at the back of her throat and before she could even think about what she was doing, she shoved his hand off her shoulder with a harsh slap. No one in the Glade has ever seen Y/N act like this before, so the sudden action shocked everyone. But the boys knew that her exertion was caused purely by her emotions, and rightfully so.

Shocked himself by her sudden actions, Alby raised his hands in surrender and a sigh escaped from his lips.

The sight absolutely destroyed Newt. All day he’d watched tears fall down the cheeks of the girl he had grown so fond of over the past couple of years. He knew this was just the beginning. The girl he loved was about to fall into a million pieces and he promised himself, there and then, that he would be there to pick her up and help her to recover in any way that he could. He knew the fallout of Ben’s banishment was going to be unimaginably tough, but he knew there was no other choice. And deep down, so did she.

Her body shook as a hiccup left her lips, no doubt from the sobs that were now raking through her small and petite body. Y/N swiftly turned on her heels and trudged away from her fellow Gladers, wanting nothing else but to escape the heavy stares she was now receiving.

She could her Chuck and the new Greenie, Thomas, call out to her but she continued to ignore them as she reached her small hut, slamming the door shut behind her. Being a Builder, Gally had stepped up and built her own separate hut after she had been in The Glade for around 3 months. With her being the only girl, he knew she would benefit by having her own privacy. Somewhere where she could have her own space to sleep and some down time to herself.

She forced her back against the door, barricading herself in as her body slid down the door, meeting the hard wooden surface that was just underneath her feet. Any self-control that she’d managed to keep completely left her all in that moment as she let out a blood-curdling scream. She soon clutched her chest, the tightening feeling becoming overwhelming. Her screams came to a halt once her throat began to burn.

That’s when it started. She could feel a hollow pain in her heart, one that she knew would never go away.

The girl’s screams could be heard by everyone, all throughout The Glade. Newt screwed his eyes shut, now trying to fight back his own tears until she fell silent. He dropped his own makeshift pole against the maze doors and turned back around to be met with Thomas’ sympathetic glance. Despite the short time he had been in The Glade, it didn’t take long for the Greenie to decipher the special bond that had blossomed between Y/N and Newt. The pair had a bond stronger than anything, and Thomas wasn’t the only one who could see it.

Newt cleared his throat, making eye contact with Thomas momentarily as he passed him, limping away from the maze doors. The others also started to gradually walk away, one by one and dispersing into small groups across The Glade.

There was one place where Newt knew he needed to be right now: and that was with the girl he loved.

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whumpywhumper · 5 years ago

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Realization

TW: Medical Whump, Depiction of Hospitalized Whumpee, Aftermath of Captivity, Grief/Mourning

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Follows directly after: Consequences Masterpost

V***V

“What?”

Clint felt an unhealthy sinking sensation in his gut at Kincaid’s stricken expression. A wild, cold fear burst to life as the two law enforcement officers raised placating hands toward him. His wolf stood to attention, instincts cataloguing each and every micro expression, the shifting of their scents to nervous and sorrowful.

They know something about Markus.

“Clint, I need you to stay calm, okay? We don’t know anything for sure yet.” Ben’s placating tone did very little to soothe him or his increasingly restless wolf.

He could feel the growl building in his chest, the subvocal rumble trapped against the increasing beat of his heart. Placing his hands flat on the table, Clint suppressed the urge to stand and loom over the two other men, not wanting to ruin the relationship he’d been building over the last day.

“What don’t you know for sure yet?” The question came out dangerous and cutting, the wolf unable to completely mask the fear fueled rage that was brewing.

Kincaid swallowed heavily, easing himself away from the table and the predator on the other side. In a move too natural to be anything other than habit, his hand went to his waist where his side arm was located. “Clint, I need you to take a breath before we discuss this, okay? We’ll give you all the information you want, but none of us want an uncontrolled were’ in the hospital, right?”

Belatedly, Clint realized his eyes had flashed to his wolf’s golden yellow, the unnatural color sending primal signals of danger to the two officers. Licking his lips, Clint also felt the sharp points of his incisors, the lengthening bone telling him he was much closer to shifting than he wanted to be.

Hissing air through his teeth, Clint closed his eyes and wrestled back control. “You’re right, you’re right,” he said, letting the air out in a controlled exhale. He forced himself to lean back into his chair, trying to trick his body into relaxing with the casual posture.

Ben let out a shaky breath of his own at the gesture. “Thank you, Clint.” He exchanged a look with Kincaid, the witch taking his hand off of his weapon and nodding slightly for the other man to explain. “I told you earlier about the John Doe, right?”

Nodding stiffly in acknowledgement, Clint felt a black bauble of refusal form in the back of his mind. No, no, don’t say—

“Clint, he looks an awful lot like the guy in your photo.”

Denial rested heavily on his tongue, and Clint’s head twitched on a negative shake. His mouth moved without input from him, a tinny echo reverberating in his ears. “Which guy?”

Clarification. One of the first rules of investigation. Make sure you’re talking about the same thing.

Ben took a deep breath as he slid the phone over, tapping the screen to make the photo appear again. His finger pointed directly at Markus’s face.

Clint’s sharp exhale sounded like he’d been punched. His eyes tripped over to Kincaid, question clear.

Corroboration. Don’t take one person’s word as fact.

The witch nodded, mouth tight with sympathy. “He’s pretty beat up right now, Clint, but I’ve spent some time with him the last few days. I would bet money that it’s the same guy.”

Correlation and Instinct. Don’t ignore your fucking gut.

The smell of magic, Kincaid’s hoodie reminding him of Markus. His gut telling him that the John Doe was important. His wolf howling as he left the nest behind.

It all added up to one thing.

Clint couldn’t suppress his savage snarl as he stood, chair skidding back into the wall with force as that black bauble burst into sharp shards of rage. He barely held back his shift as he demanded, “Where is he?!”

Kincaid and Ben met his challenge, standing their ground as they stood to match his stance, hands going to their weapons.

“Clint, you need to calm down.”

“We’re not going to keep you from him, Clint: take a breath!”

He didn’t stick around for any more words, long strides taking him into the hallway and quickly outpacing the cursing police officers. He inhaled, nostrils flaring as he scented the air. Bleach and the overwhelming odor of sickness assaulted his nose, any recognizable scents so tangled that it was dizzying to try and parse through. Growling in frustration, Clint pulled around the corner and into the open hospital ward.

He didn’t even notice several of the nurses and visitors freezing as they caught sight of him. Instinctively, he took note of one of the uniformed police officers Holland had put on guard placing a hand on his weapon, posture settling in to move quickly if he proved violent. Clint’s wolf howled at the challenge, daring someone to get in between him and Markus.

Gaze flicking over the details, Clint catalogued that most of the rooms were open for observation, curtains drawn back and glass doors slid open so that the nurses had open access to go in and out. Only one of them was closed off, the curtains pulled to afford privacy.

Holland words floated in. The John Doe was the only ICU patient on this floor.

Still barely a moment, Clint surged forward, stalking toward his intended target. Kincaid’s shout to the uniformed officer to stand down from down the hallway was the buzz of a gnat, Ben’s yelling for Clint to calm down and wait for a minute not even registering to the pissed off wolf. He had to get to his friend.

The only thing that pulled him up short from forcing his way into the closed off room was the tiny nurse that barreled in front of him, arms spread wide as she faced him down.

“Just where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”

“Get out of my way!” Clint snarled at her, pretty sure his face wasn’t entirely human. The only thing holding him back from going through her was the fact that she was tiny and, enraged or not, he didn’t want to hurt her. The woman barely flinched.

“No! Do you not see the signs on the door? This is a sterile room, and I’m not going to just let you waltz in there like this.” Her eyes blazed, furious and protective as a bear in front of her cub. “What business do you have in this room? Explain yourself!”

Kincaid and Ben finally caught up, almost tripping over themselves as they skidded up the fray.

“Woah woah woah! Everybody calm down!” Kincaid grabbed onto his shoulders, pushing him out of the nurse’s face, using his own bulk to force distance between the near feral were and the breakable nurse.

Clint transferred his snarl to Kincaid, the witch not backing down even as the wolf shrugged off his restraining hands. He knew he was being unreasonable, but god, if Markus was in there then he couldn’t stand the thought of being kept from him.

He started to pace, anxious energy burning him up inside. He kept one hand balled into a fist, the other buried in his hair as he fixed his gaze on the people between him and his goal. “I have to see if it’s him, I have to. You can’t keep me away from him.”

Ben held up his hands, trying to regain control of the situation, his affable demeanor imbuing the air with calm. “Nobody is keeping you from him, Clint, let’s just all take a deep breath.”

Clint tried to take a deep breath, but it came in as a barbed gasp for air, his wolf absolutely frothing with the desire to break the door down and get to his friend. He could feel his incisors elongating and subtracting with the internal struggle of keeping even a modicum of control.

The nurse sent a cautious look between him and Ben, her stance never shifting from being firmly in front of the door. “I’m not letting you in this room until I know what’s going on and your relationship to my patient. He’s not going to be hurt or infected just because you’re pissed off.”

“He’s my friend,” Clint howled, the implication that he would hurt Markus making his heart splinter. “His name is Markus, he loves his friends, and he’s terrified of heights. He’s been missing for months, and he’s been alone, hurt, and scared, and I didn’t find him! Please, fuck, just let me see him.”

The words tumbled out of him in a mad rush, anguished and visceral, Clint practically sobbing out the last plea as he faced the nurse. Her eyes had widened at his tirade, stance softening as his distress became evident. Both Ben and Kincaid came closer to him, preparing to catch or support him if he needed it.

“Okay, okay, Clint,” she said, nodding her head and approaching him with open hands. “You’re gonna get to see him, okay? Let’s just take a minute and calm down, alright?” She motioned at one of the orderlies who’d snuck up, prepared to restrain him if necessary, and he grabbed a chair so that they could force him to sit down.

Clint shuddered but didn’t fight, breaths coming in staccato bursts as he tried to get back his equilibrium. “Please just let me see him,” he repeated, eyes blinking rapidly to force away the yellow.

The nurse squatted in front of him, grabbing a hold of his forearms and catching his eye. “I’m going to let you see him, okay, Clint? You just need to calm down first. Take a deep breath and let it out.” She pulled in a breath, and he matched it, following her instructions as he calmed down. “Good, good job.”

It took him a few minutes longer than he would have liked to regain all of his calm, his hands coming up to cover his face as he finally let out all of the frenzy that had overcome him. “Fuck,” he cursed, “Fucking hell.”

“You can say that again, buddy,” Kincaid huffed, patting him on the shoulder.

“You ready to continue the conversation now, Clint?” Ben asked. Clint nodded, rubbing his hand over his beard before meeting Ben’s kind gaze. “Okay, like I was saying before, we don’t know for sure that it’s him, right? But for you to go in and check, you’re gonna have to get decked out in a mask and gown. You remember what David said, right? He’s not doing well so even if it’s him or isn’t him, you’re gonna have to control yourself and be calm.”

Clint swallowed heavily, taking another deep breath as he climbed to his feet. “Yeah, yeah I got it, Ben. I can do this.”

The nurse, Catrina from her name tag, stepped in front of him, hand resting firmly on his bicep. “Clint, I need you to look at me and listen, okay?” She didn’t continue until his gaze locked with hers. “I need you to be prepared for what you’re going to see in there. From what it sounds like, you’ve already talked to Dr. Decker, right?”

Clint nodded, hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically as he shifted from foot to foot. “I didn’t know it was Markus, would’ve asked more questions if I’d known. Fuck.”

Catrina took his cursing in stride, pulling his attention back to her. “I’m gonna take that to mean that you don’t really know what you’re gonna find when you go in there alright?” She paused to let his brain catch up, looking for the understanding in his eyes. “Clint, he is not going to look like himself at the moment, okay? His face is pretty bruised, and he’s heavily sedated so he’s not going to be responsive at all.

“I need you to understand this next part crystal clear, okay? You can’t touch anything. He’s got a tube down his throat, and a machine is breathing for him. He’s got several other drains and tubes that are under the blankets, but they’re all doing important jobs. I don’t care if they look painful or uncomfortable, don’t mess with them. If you have a concern about the equipment, come to me first. Do you understand?”

Clint nodded, hands raising in surrender. “Hands to myself, I got it.”

“Okay, I’m here if you need anything or need to ask any questions.” She handed him gloves, mask and a gown with a tight but sympathetic smile. She was donning her own gear with him, clearly not going to let him be alone with her patient until he could prove himself. He took a settling breath and struggled into the equipment with unsteady hands.

Catrina opened the room up for him, and Clint’s senses were immediately assaulted on all sides. His nose was struck by the sour, muggy odor of iodine, stress, and pain. The beep, hiss, and whirr of multiple pumps drilling into his ears alongside the obnoxious hiss of a suction mechanism and oxygen through a hose that only his sensitive ears ever seemed bothered by.

He stumbled forward as Catrina pulled the curtain back slightly to allow him fully into the room, drawn forward by the inescapable need to see if this was his friend or not. Almost immediately, Clint’s wolf started howling in his head, knowing even before he did that he’d found his lost packmate.

It took him a moment for Clint himself to catch up, to realize what he was staring at as he came to a halt at the foot of the bed, claws digging into the meat of his hands.

Markus.

Tubes and wires snaked across the bed. Hesitating, swallowing back the animal whine in the back of his throat, Clint put a hand on the lump he assumed was a foot. The blanket dimpled under his hand from where warm air was being pumped under the blankets, and he felt the rhythmic hiss thunk of compression devices around Markus’s lower legs.

He took a steadying breath through his nose, eyes burning as he catalogued the machines and devices he saw. He finally came to the head of the bed and flinched.

The bed was half sat up, his friend swathed in blankets, a folded towel protecting his eyes from the light. But there was a familiar black tuft of hair, and pale skin under a mask of multicolored bruises. It was all there, barely visible under a plastic contraption holding a tube in place.

He could hear bubbling over the sound of the machines and braced himself. He knew that sound, it wasn’t a good sound. Swallowing hard, Clint shuffled around the bed, careful of his feet. Fuck, chest tube.

He’d listened when David had outlined the John Doe’s condition, the impersonal words laying out all of the harsh, gritty details necessary for law enforcement and other medical personnel to get a complete picture of what was going on with a victim. He’d pictured in his mind the reactions of friends and family once they’d found out what their loved one had been subjected to. Had even pitied the poor fucker who’d gone through so much only to be faced with the potential of never living free again.

He’d never imagined this.

Inching up the side of the bed, he gently pulled the towel away from the other man’s eyes, taking a closer look at the face hidden under all of the medical equipment.

A wounded noise broke free of his chest when he compared everything he knew about his friend with the face on the bed.

“Fuck.”

Clint heard his voice like it was someone else’s, a pitiful broken syllable that held every tear he’d wanted to shed since Markus had gone missing.

“God. Fuck.” His eyes were burning, and he couldn’t look away from his friend.

He wanted to throw his head back and release the mournful howl that was building up in his throat, give a voice to the agony churning in his chest, the horror of the fact that this. . . this was the result of his failure. Instead, he bent his head and put his forehead against his friend’s, blinking away the tears as they filled his eyes.

“Markus,” he sobbed, “Oh my god, Markus, no . . . “

Holland was the one that came to collect him.

Clint didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d come in to see Markus, he hadn't been paying attention to Catrina moving around the room, his sensitive ears dismissing the shared whispers outside the door. All of his attention had been on Markus. He knew it hadn’t been long enough since he stopped crying for his eyes to be anything but bloodshot as he met Holland’s sympathetic gaze.

The older man looked ridiculous in the yellow gown and blue face mask, the worry lines in his forehead thrown into harsh relief in the fluorescent lighting. His hands were gentle though as he threw his arm around Clint’s shoulders, other hand taking a hold of his forearm to pull him carefully away from his friend.

“C’mon, Clint,” he murmured, normally gruff voice so soft with understanding that it almost set him off again.

Clint stumbled after Holland like a newborn colt, legs uncoordinated jelly as followed the other man’s guidance. He was barely aware of the door sliding closed behind him before he was ripping away the gloves, mask, and gown, needing the scent of his friend’s pain off.

Distantly, he registered that he was shaking, and pressed his palms together, bringing his joined hands to his face.

He couldn’t even think. His mind was blank. Heart numb.

He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, whirling around with a yellow eyed snarl. Holland was there, his pressed lips together, Ben and Kincaid flanking him, all three of their concern clear. Clint opened his mouth, only to find that his words had deserted him.

He wasn’t the silent type. But this? It was beyond him. They had to see the truth in his red rimmed eyes, but they had a job to do now. They were no longer new colleagues working a case with a consultant. They were cops speaking with a victim’s family member, and they had to be certain.

“Clint, is that Markus?”

He nodded, breath leaving him in a harsh expiration, feeling suddenly dizzy. “Shit,” he gasped, grabbing a hold of his knees.

“Okay, c’mon, let’s get you sitting down somewhere. Kincaid, can you ask David to meet us in the conference room?” Holland gathered Clint up by the shoulders, trying to steer him down the hallway.

“No-wait—I can’t,” Clint’s words went in one ear and out the other, the older man bulldozing over his objections.

“He’s not going anywhere, Clint. He’s in the best hands he can be in now, right?”

Numbly, Clint nodded, running a hand through his hair. When they got to the conference room, he collapsed into the chair he had vacated earlier and looked at the mountain of evidence and paperwork that they’d collected, swallowing back bile when he realized the horrible things he’s been evaluating for the case had probably been done to his friend. It made it real in a way that cases usually weren’t for him.

Holland leaned on the desk beside him, reminiscent of their talk the other night, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Think you can answer some questions for me?”

Not trusting his voice, he nodded again. “Yeah. . . “ he breathed.

“He’s your friend, and we’re going to give you any information that you want, but does he have any next of kin? Someone with the authority to make medical decisions?”

“He doesn’t talk to his family, closest he has to a sister is Illyn, but, uh,” he rubbed under his eye, “they never changed their medical proxies from Evan when they moved.”

Ben sat down across from him, faint lines standing out at the corners of his concerned eyes. “Is this the same guy from the phone earlier?”

Clint nodded, his stomach sinking. “I gotta call him again. Fuck. . . I gotta call Illyn.”

Holland squeezed his shoulder, exchanging a look with Ben, who nodded. “Kincaid should be here with David soon. Why don’t you get Evan on the phone first? David can answer your questions and you two can make a plan.”

Clint reached for his pocket and froze when it was empty, looking around at the table.

“Oh, sorry,” Ben murmured, pulling Clint’s phone out and sliding it over. The corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile, “I still had it from earlier.”

His hands shook as he took the phone back, and he swallowed heavily as the screen lit up. The picture from earlier stared up at him. Markus was smiling and happy. Completely different from the still, almost lifeless, figure he’d just left.

“We’ll give you a minute,” Holland said, giving him a firm pat as he motioned Ben to the door.

“Thanks guys.” He sucked in a deep breath and clicked on his contacts. Rubbing a hand over his face, he waited for the call to connect.

How the fuck do I break this to him? What do I even tell him?

“Hello?” The sound of barking accompanied his friend’s voice, and it was such a jolt of normalcy that it took his breath away.

“Ev’. . .”

“Clint? I haven’t heard anything from Deanna yet, it’s only been like an hour, right?”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a hell of an hour.” His chuckle was almost hysterical, and he could hear Evan pause. Could practically see the concerned look on his face.

Carefully, his friend responded. “Clint, if this guy already passed then there was nothing you could have done.”

“No, no,” he said, a little too firmly, “he hasn’t passed. Um . . . “ his voice trembled, and he took a small breath, trying to brace himself.

“Clint?” Evan’s voice was filled with apprehension, “What’s going on?”

“It’s Markus.”

“What? You mean you found what happened to him?”

Clint balked at answering, looking up at the ceiling with burning eyes.

“Clint,” Evan’s voice was hard as diamonds, “did you find the bastard that killed our friend?”

“He’s not dead, Ev’,” he answered, words slipping free like a clot, “He’s the John Doe.”

#Markus/Lucien Series #Hospitalized whumpee #Medical whump #grief/mourning #aftermath of captivity #found whumpee #intubated whumpee #urban fantasy #whump #hurt/comfort

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damn-stark · 5 years ago

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Blinded Ch.12

A/N- it’s another long one!! The next chapter is finally going to be set in The Force Awakens!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :)

Warning- angst, slight swearing, fluff

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

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The snow blew down on your X- Wing sending chills all over your body even if you were protected by the warmth of your closed X-wing. You hesitated to open the cockpit door to let the cold air fully in; but you had to do it in order to get moving. So with one quick move you opened it and your face was immediately hit with the icy air.

“Shit. Why this planet out of so many.” You uttered under your breath as you pulled your white hood over your head to at-least keep some warmth on your ears. You then hopped out of your X-Wing immediately your boots hitting the fresh fallen snow with a loud crunch.

You examined the area to make sure it was clear from any sudden surprises. You couldn’t lie to say that the sight of the beautiful cold and snowy planet wasn’t beautiful. The mountains in the distance seemed to glisten like diamonds as the sun rays gently kissed them; the lake in the distance almost seemed like it was crying as the sun melted the ice that covered it. The only thing you heard was the howling of the wind as it kept blowing your white cloak behind you; only making you grab onto it and wrapping it around you. The sound of BB8’s chirping telling you to hurry up made you break from the enchantment the planet held you in.

“Yeah sorry- you’re right lets get going.” You said as you began moving.

Poe was right I should’ve brought a stupid jacket. You thought as you mentally cursed yourself for not listening to him.

When you finally made it inside the tavern you let out a breath of relief, you stomped your boots and let the collected snow fall from them. You stood in the entrance thankful for the warmth of the place. People turned their heads to the newcomer and kept a wandering eye on you as you akwardly searched the tavern for only ending up being disappointed by not finding what you were looking for. You swiftly took a seat on the bar and ignored the wandering stares.

“What can I get you?” The Bartender asked with a tight lipped smile.

“Uhh just a bit of information actually.” You told her as you pulled out a hologram. “I’m looking for this freighter. I thought it would’ve been parked with the rest of the ships but I didn’t see it there. Do you know where it could be?” The bartender examined the hologram before she eyed you curiously. She opened her mouth to say something before she closed it and went back to cleaning the cups on the bar. You sighed but passed her some credits making her look at the hologram again.

“Good thing for you I know who it belongs to. It should be parked in between the forest just further north, won’t be hard to spot.” You shot her a thankful smile before you got up from your chair. She gave you a thankful nod before you once again stepped out to the bone chilling cold.

You followed the directions the bartender had so nicely given you. Your whole body shivered as the wind hit as you kept walking. BB8 broke the silence by teasing you for your current state.

“I know he told me to wear a jacket.” You hissed to the little droid for him to only keep up with the teasing. “No you won’t tell Poe! I’ll never hear the end of ‘I told you so.’” You responded for BB8 to only threaten you that he was going to do the thing you told him not to do. You rolled your eyes and walked in a faster pace to get away from the little droids harmless and lighthearted threats for him to only roll to your side and keep at it.

You tuned him out and kept your eyes peeled for the freighter. As you walked deeper and deeper through the white forest your annoyance grew as the ship was nowhere in sight. A sudden zap on your leg made you jump as you weren’t expecting it at all. “Ow! What was that for?!” You exclaimed as you snapped your head down to see the cause of the zap. BB8 turned his head and motioned to a well hidden freighter behind the thick of the trees making you forget your pain and smile happily.

“Great job buddy let’s go.” You said as you both hurried to the freighter. Once you got close to it you turned your fast pace into a slow step by step as you took out your lightsabers just in case any threats surprised you. You strained your eyes to see if you could see anyone inside the open freighter but you saw nothing but darkness. “Let’s go inside.” You said in a hushed tone to BB8.

You took a deep breath before you stalked forward, your thumb ghosting over the button of your lightsabers and your nervous state boosting up.

“Take a step inside and I‘ll shoot you. Put your weapons down and put your hands up.”

As your eyes flutter open it takes a couple seconds before your eyesight cleared from the grogginess of sleep. You exhale deeply and stretch your legs and arms, in that instant you’re already regretting getting up from the comfort of your warm bed. So instead you scoot further back to cuddle closer to the warm body next to you. He groans as a response to your movements but he tightens his grip around your waist to hold you firmly next to him.

You smile a very joyous smile and shift to face him. Your smile widens and your heart flutters at the sight of Poe sleeping next to you. You hear his quiet and slow breathing and as you cuddle closer to his chest all you hear is his relaxed heart beat.

Something I can get used to. You thought as you started placing light kisses on his chest and then further up until you reached his lips. “Mhmm...Good Morning.” He said in a deep husky voice with his eyes still closed.

“You mean good afternoon.” You responded warmly as you caressed his cheek only making him lull back to sleep by your actions. You kissed him one more time before you rolled over to the edge of your bed. You stretched one more time before carefully lifting yourself off the bed. You quickly changed, brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before you quietly left behind a sleeping Poe. You let him sleep in even if you knew he might complain about it later, wanting to be out and about around base but you thought he deserved it and getting to sleep without having to be working around base was a gift itself. So you let him have this special occasion especially after how yesterday turned out.

You only slept in because the use of releasing some of your life force to heal Poe, it had drained you more than you initially had thought but it wasn’t something you regretted.

It was definitely a DAY full of different emotions, it was exhausting but you loved the way it had turned out. Getting to base was another adventure as both Poe and you looked like you had came back from the opposite of what you had gone to do. Explaining to your mom about the failed ally mission wasn’t a surprise to her but it was still upsetting to let her down; and tell her who had been the cause of such an eventful night.

“Are you ready to fix it?” You heard your mothers voice ask next to you. You place each part of the lightsaber to how it should be formed and how it was before.

“I think so. The good thing is the crystal didn’t break-I just I don’t know...last time I tried to purify the crystal it didn’t go well.” You admit with a deep sigh as you place the red crystal down.

Your mom places her hand on your back and begins to rub circles in a way to soothe you. “You’re always going to live with a darkness inside you, we all do. Some people’s darkness are bigger than others, you can learn to live with it but you’ll always have to fight it without letting it consume you or blind you.”

You turn your head to face her with a proud smile. “You’re good at that— encouraging speech’s.”

“I would hope I am.” She says making you let out a small laugh. You then wrap both of your arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace, she returns the embrace with tighter hold.

“Thank you so much mom. For everything. I don’t think I could’ve done this without you. I love you so much.” She places her hand on the back of your head and begins to comb your hair with her fingers.

“I love you too.” She responds as she places a gentle kiss on the side of your head. You inhale sharply as your brother came to mind. You break apart from the embrace just far enough to be face to face. She holds both of your hands as she knows you still have something on your mind.

“When I talked to him...I saw him...I saw the spark of light in his eyes mom...Ben is still in there.” She places a hand on your cheek as you pause for a minute to not get overwhelmed. “Hes still there..I can’t lose him...we won’t lose him. I’m going to help him, I won’t let the dark side or Snoke completely blind him. It’s going to take a long while but I won’t lose him.” You tell her with optimism in every word you spoke.

She stays quiet for a couple of minutes as if she was lost in thought it’s not until she smiles warmly and finally speaks. “You won’t lose him. Now go fix your lightsaber I know you’re ready.”

You look at your broken apart lightsaber that rests on the working bench. You sat on your knees and just watched it. The cave was alone beside you and the force ghost of your grandfather Anakin. Traveling back the previous planet where the first order had attacked was a risk in itself but you felt as if it was a necessity to come here and purify your crystal. It was just going to be a quick run here; avoiding any trouble from stormtroopers left behind for the exact reason of resistance fighters returning to their previous base. But as you sat in front of your broken lightsaber it had been longer than quick short run.

You sat frozen as if clueless on what to do, the only truth was that you feared to try and purify it again because last your attempts failed miserably. You feared seeing that dark vision again even if you knew that it could never be you.

“Simply staring at won’t purify it.” You heard your grandfather say with a bit of sass hinted behind his tone.

“I know...”

“You’re afraid. That it’ll lead you to the darkness again?” He asked making you look away from the broken lightsaber to look at him.

“In some ways...I just don’t want to see that vision again or feel that again..the darkness as my mother says is something you have to learn to live with, you have to fight it.” You told him with a hint of a smile as you repeated your mothers words from earlier.

“And shes right.” He said with a proud smile.

Fight it. Your mothers words repeated in your mind. You looked back at your broken lightsaber and force pulled the red crystal to your palm. “I can do this.” You whispered to yourself as you shut your eyes. You folded your legs together and took a deep breath as you began to mediate, floating above ground shortly after.

You began to clear your mind from everything and focused on the crystal in your hand. You focused on relieving it from its anguish...anger...pain.

“Why would I lie to you?” You heard. Your calm breathing soon turned into a quicker and more panicked one. The voice was loud and tempting, in every way trying to take you back to the dark side and not complete what you were trying to do.

“Fight it.” Your grandfathers voice sounded distant but more soothing than the one before. You remained focused with your task on hand..you were going to do this.

“Our parents sent us away so they wouldn’t have to deal with us.” “They made us what we are. Its their fault.” The dark voice taunted. Your hands began to shake as you held onto the crystal with a tighter grip, as you tried to fight the darkness that creeped further and further.

“Snoke won’t hide our true power. He knows what’s best for us.” The voice grew louder and louder and more tempting each time. “ Why would I lie to you.” The whole cave began to shake without your knowledge as you kept resisting the darkness.

“He tried to kill me and he was going to kill you.” “The dark side is the only side.” “True power.” “Together. Always.” “I sense great power in you. Just like your grandfather powerful in every way.” Sweat began to roll down your forehead as you fought harder.

“Fight it y/n. I know you can. I believe in you.”

“You’ll have everything you want here with the true side. The dark side.” “Rise Hale Ren.”

“You’re not lost.” A soothing voice contrasted from the dark and tempting one, making it the thing you needed to fully and with more strength fight the temptation from the darkness that tried to tear you down.

“Ahhh!!!” You bellowed. The crystal in your hand glowed a bright white. Thereafter you immediately fell to the ground. You hung your head low as you rested on your hands and knees to try and keep a steady breath. You felt everything inside you sore and tired from all the strength you had used.

“Hey hey are you okay?” You heard your grandfather ask as he kneeled down in-front of you. You tilted your head up and offered him a happy but weak smile before you shakily sat up. He examined you with a worried expression. You offered him a happy smile once again and this time you felt happy tears roll down your cheeks. He moved the strands of hair from your face and began to caress the side of your cheek with his thumb.

“I did it.” You muttered, you proceeded to open your hand revealing a white crystal. He smiled at the sight taking the crystal from your hand and examining it closely. “Thank you...I know that we may not be done with training and I don’t want it to be because I rather enjoy training with you, but I still want to thank you...you and my mother were involved with my journey back from the darkness.”

“You have yourself to thank as well..you fought hard. You had hope for yourself. I’m proud of you y/n. I may have not been their for your mother like I had wished but I’m glad I was here for you.” He said handing you back the white crystal. You moved yourself closer to him and offered him a brighter smile before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to embrace him. He hugged you back with a tighter embrace surprising you with his firm hold.

Once again you looked down at your white purified crystal and couldn’t stop smiling. You had done it. You knew that the darkness would always be apart of you but you knew you weren’t going to let it blind you..ever again. You had done this, fought the dark side and now you knew you had to help Ben from the darkness that blinded him.

I need to.

Upon arriving back to your new base at D’Qar you immediately saw a familiar curly haired pilot already waiting for you. You rolled your eyes as you saw his stance as he patiently waited, with his hands on his hips and a very concerned look. Once you hopped out he quickly walked over.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? Why didn’t you ask me to go with you?” He asked making you raise an eyebrow and shoot him a narrow look.

“Because you were sleeping.” You simply answer as you moved along with him following at your side.

“Their could have been stormtroopers, you could have been taken by the first order-”

“But their wasn't and I wasn’t taken...” you paused both in your steps and your sentence to turn to face him. “I wasn’t going to leave Poe... I told you that I wasn’t.” You assured him. You knew that he was worried for that reason but you had told him that you weren’t going to leave not in the way he thought; you were going to stay true to your word with staying and you were going to help the resistance.

“I went to fix this.” You said as you force pulled your now white lightsaber to your hand. He looked down at it confused just noticing that it looked like it did before it was broken. A happy and proud smile decorates your face as you ignite it making Poe take a careful step back.

The lightsaber hummed quietly as it was ignited showing the new purified white blade that replaced the red bled one. You do a quick and swift twirl before deactivating it and hanging back to your side. You looked over at Poe to see a face of admiration and surprise replace the concerned and upset expression he had before.

“Look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I just thought this was better if I did it alone.” You told him with the same smile as you took that step forward to get closer to him. He looked down at you and cupped your cheek with his hand.

“You still could have let me know where you were going.” You shrugged your shoulders at his response and leaned in to his touch. “What you did yesterday to heal me...thank you. I can’t even understand how you did it or why you choose to do it but thank you.” He placed a light kiss on your lips before pulled away to look at you making you smile wider.

“I healed you with the force just the same way I fixed my lightsaber and the same way I do many other things.” You explained purposely leaving out that you used just a small amount of your own life force to heal him. “Thank you.” He kissed you again but this time the kiss was a more passionate one. You wrapped both hands around his neck to pull him closer while he moved to cup both of your cheeks. Your lips moved in sync and you both had forgotten that their was in fact other people around until you heard someone speak up making Poe and you pull away.

“....Princess Solo I was just looking for you to inform that I’ve found what you’ve been looking for.” C3PO informed you. You scratched the back of your neck and offered him a awkward smile as you felt flustered on what he had seen you doing.

“Thanks 3PO.. why don’t we go check that out.” You said as you walked past the Golden droid still very embarrassed. You heard quick heavy footsteps fall next to you, you didn’t even need to turn to know that it was in fact Poe.

“What have you been looking for?” He asked curiously.

“Something important.” You tell him making him even more curious than he was initially.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to say because I don’t want to get my hopes up if I don’t find what I’m looking for.” You tell him but that still doesn’t stop him from asking more questions.

“Already keeping secrets..it’s okay I understand... so early into our relationship.” You scoff and stop making him stop too.

“What even are we? We confessed our feelings for each other yes but nothing more..”

“Nothing more? That’s why you couldn’t keep your hands off me last night?” He said smugly making you further your point.

“I say you’re just a fling...we haven’t gone out on a proper date and you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend..I think keeping secrets from a fling is rather valid. Don’t you think?” You say with smug smile of your own while he gets closer to you and looks down at you with a grin.

“Find then tonight just you and me, a proper date what do you say?” You pretend to think about his offer with a straight face but ultimately smiled and nodded in agreement. “So are you going to tell me now?”

You roll your eyes at his persistence but choose to tell him otherwise you’ll never get him to stop asking.

“It’s my dad...I’m looking for my dad.”

“Take a step inside and I‘ll shoot you. Put your weapons down and put your hands up.”

Your breath hitches and you feel like time has slowed down as the familiarity of the voice hit your ears. You throw your lightsabers to the side from where you stand showing that you weren't any threat, and you slowly raise your hands. “Now turn around and don’t try anything. If you do I’ll shoot your droid their.” He threatened. You feel your heart race in your chest not wanting to turn and see his face.

The last time he had seen you was when you were still Hale Ren and you had been cold towards him, threatened him and Chewbacca. He did say he loved you before you left but your mind still wondered.

what if he didn’t? What if he didn’t want to see me anymore? He was the one that made you see clearly again and he was your father but you still were scared to face him again.

This reunion wasn’t going to be like last time. You weren’t her anymore, you weren’t cold and even if you failed at hiding your emotions last time..this time you were going to be completely vulnerable.

“I said turn around.” He repeated with his voice raised. You closed your eyes for a brief moment as you inhaled deeply, when you opened them again you turned around slowly.

You pulled your white hood down revealing your face fully, you looked over at him and every attempt to hold in your tears failed, you looked towards the ground as tears began to flow down. You could hear his breath catch in his throat and lower his weapon, you heard someone presumably Chewbacca walk closer to him. You looked up to meet his gaze again and you both were speechless, your bottom lip trembled as you tried not break down completely there at that moment.

“Dad.” You whispered finally breaking the silence. From the corner of your eye you saw Chewbacca bring up his weapon making you lift your hands up higher showing you weren’t a threat.

“Y/N?” Your dad asked, he tried to make it sound more like a statement but it came out as question. You slowly nodded your head as you took a few steps forward. He motioned for Chewbacca to put his weapon down and the Wookiee hesitated but it was understandable considering last time you had met them.

“Dad....I...I” you paused as you couldn’t find the right words to say. He searched your eyes and saw that this time you weren’t who you pretended to be, everything about you was different, your stance, your expressions weren't as muted, your voice wasn’t cold, your white jumpsuit contrasted to the one before. When he searched your eyes he really saw you, when he had last seen you he saw you but it wasn’t the same as right now. He saw that you were unsure and scared... and he hated seeing that on you. He hated seeing you broken he never wanted that ever.

You saw him walk closer making you grow stiff and more tears to flow. You opened your mouth to say that you were sorry, to thank him for making you open your eyes again, for being that spark but when you wanted to speak it seemed like you couldn’t say anything. “Dad....” you repeated as he was inches away, you tried but nothing came out. He placed his hand on your cheek making you flinch slightly but ultimately leaning in to his touch.

“I know.” He said with a reassuring smile. He wiped your tears away before he pulled you in for a firm hug. The hug had surprised you at first but you then wrapped your arms around him, your cried again this time turning into more of a sob. He held the back of your head while you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry.” You finally stammered. After you finally pulled away he once again wiped away your tears, you offered him a soft smile before you finally found the words to say. “I’m sorry for everything.. for turning into the dark, for turning into who I did...for threatening you and for...for letting you down, disappointing you.”

“No never think that again.. you didn’t let me down or disappoint me. Neither of you did.” He assured you.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated as you placed your hand on top of his. “And thank you...for opening my eyes, being that spark I needed, without you I would still be on the wrong side.” You offered him a happier smile before you turned to look at the Wookiee next to him.

“I’m sorry to you too chewbacca, for threatening you and dad I hope you both can forgive me.” Chewbacca smiled and walked up to pull both you and your dad into a tight hug. He then roared telling you that their was nothing to forgive, you wrapped one arm around Chewbacca while you wrapped the other one around your dad.

“Okay Pal I think that’s enough, it’s getting hard to breath.” Your dad said after a while making you let out a small laugh and for Chewbacca to let you both go. Your fathers eyes landed on your metal hand and noticed that you didn’t have that before, he wanted to ask who or what had caused for your to get new hand but he got an idea of who it was. His eyes then searched hoping to find your mother or...Ben with you but when he saw that it was just you and droid he couldn’t help but feel just a little sad.

“You didn’t have that droid with you before.” Your father pointed out making BB8 roll to be next to you.

“BB8 no he’s not mine he’s just came along to keep me safe.”

“That ball? Keep YOU safe?” He scoffed making you roll your eyes in a lighthearted way.

“His master was just stubborn and persistent on making him come along since I told him that he couldn’t.” You explained making your dad hum as a response. BB8 chirped asking if you didn’t want him here but you looked down at him and then kneeled and gave him a reassuring pat.

“I do want you here I was just explaining that’s all.” You assured the little droid with a smile before standing to your full height.

“What happened to your hand?” Your father finally asked the curiosity getting the best of him. You looked down at your metal hand and involuntarily grabbed it with your other hand feeling the cold metal as you did, your smile turned into a frown at the memory of the event and of the person who had caused it.

You hesitated on telling him the story but you sighed and looked back up at him. “It was my brother...it was after I had left the first order. He tried to stop me he wanted me to go back, but I refused I wasn’t going to go back to that evil place so we fought and that’s when he managed to cut my hand..making me get this.” You explained sadly showing him your hand before letting it drop back to your side.

“I tried to convince him to come with me..more than once but he obviously stayed. I wanted him to come with me...but Snoke has him too blinded with power and the dark side.”

“He’s still there, your brother isn’t gone.” Your father assured you as he saw that your frown and the sadness behind your eyes, he placed a hand on your shoulder making you look up at him. “Your brother isn’t gone y/n just like you weren’t.”

“I know...that’s why I want to help him. I saw and felt the spark light that he felt. I know he isn’t lost, I’m going to help him.” You said with a sad smile making him have a smile of his own. You both grew quiet making him guide you to sit at the entrance of his freighter.

“I see that you finally grew in to your cloaks that Lando gave you, they wouldn't fit before but you still wanted to wear them.” Your dad pointed out with a grin.

You ran your fingers through the soft fabric with a smile at the memory.

“You’ve been with your mom then?” He then questioned making you nod and look at the snowy view ahead.

“Yeah she helped me after I left the first order and the dark side.” You explained.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t like to join Chewie and me?” He asked making you look turn your head to look at him. You sigh deeply knowing the sad answer you were going to give him.

“I have people I’m helping at base, someone I told I wasn’t going to leave..I’m helping the resistance with the first order.” You look back at the snow with a sad smile on your lips. “I would have loved to though.”

“Really could’ve used your help here theirs just so much chewie and I can do now.”

“Now that you’re getting old?” You teased making chewie laugh and your dad to give you a pointed look. “Only joking.” You say while you shoot chewie a playful wink making him laugh again and pat your back followed by saying he missed you. Your smile soon faded as you heard a branch snap in the distance followed by you getting a bad feeling.

“Oh, because you’re getting any younger you fuzzball—”

You put your hand up telling your dad to keep quiet making his eyebrows furrow about to protest but once you force pulled your lightsabers to your hands he knew that it was serious. You three stand up and watch for any movements in the trees. You begin to slowly walk ahead until you stop and backtrack to where your dad was.

“Han solo!” A Twi’lek shouted menacingly as he emerged from behind the trees followed by more of his non human friends. You ignite your lightsabers making the white and blue sabers stand out as it began to get darker out.

“That’s new.” Your dad said pointing to your white lightsaber.

“Yeah, you like it? Just purified it.” You said as Chewie your dad and you moved to be back to back. You three watched as they all began to surround you.

“You owe us a debt!” The same Twi’lek shouted.

“I thought I paid that off? No?! I swear I did. Look I can still give to you, just need more time.” Your dad explained making tighten your grip around your sabers and let out a loud sigh.

“Should’ve known that coming to find you was going to lead me to some sort of trouble.” You said making your dad chuckle as he still remained intent on the others.

“Because your line of work is any safer?” He asked making you laugh.

“I missed you...the both of you.” You told your dad and Chewie.

“I know.” He said and even if you couldn’t see it he had a smug like grin as you uttered those words.

“Enough! We came for what we are owed! If you don’t then we’ll take your ship, that droid and that girl that’s with you.” The Twi’lek said with a nasty smirk as he looked at you up and down.

You shot him a glare before you turned your lightsabers in your hands. “I’d like to see you try.” You sneered.

“You know what dad? Maybe I can help you with just this one run.”

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evesbeve · 5 years ago

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for the writing requests: the siblings are ice skating together but vanya is too afraid to skate + doesn’t know how, so five being the best big brother ever teaches her (ur awesome btw)

Catch me working on my winter-themed requests two days before summer. Anyway, this is a bit wobbly, but!! It’s there. Thanks for the request!! (right back at you bro <333)

Title: Sliding Along the Ice

Summary: Ice skating with the Hargreeves. What could possibly go wrong?

(Read on AO3 + FFN)

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"One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." —Reginald Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves didn't belong on the ice.

She'd always loved the idea of sliding along it on a cold winter day, feeling the wind brush the hair out of her face, maybe even spinning around to swiftly change directions… but that only ever happened in Christmas movies she couldn't really be bothered to watch.

So of course, when Allison suggested they all go ice skating together, Vanya said yes.

The frozen pond by the park was only a fifteen-minute walk away from the Academy. They waited till dark, so they'd have it all for themselves, free of kids and their families. It wasn't that big of a pond, but it was more than enough for the seven of them.

Well. Six of them. That was, if Vanya managed to stay out of it.

It wasn't that she was ashamed of her inability to skate. She doubted any of her siblings knew what they were doing, except maybe for Allison, who was also nowhere near a professional skater. Vanya simply didn't want to spend the rest of the week in bed after breaking all the bones in her body, which was, in her understanding, a very likely turn of events.

"Alright everyone, shoes off!" Allison said and started to hand everyone their ice skates. Vanya shivered at the thought of how much seven pairs of shoes must have cost, but reminded herself that Allison wanted this, and managed to relaxed, even if it was just a bit.

Klaus was the first to take his shoes off, throwing them somewhere across the park—they'd probably never see them again—and Diego held him back from stepping into the snow with only his socks on. "Ben's worried that if he's still wearing skates when he turns incorporeal, he'll be stuck with them forever."

Vanya pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a grin. It was good to know she wasn't the only one having second thoughts.

"He'll just have to skate home then," Diego said, securing his ice skates on.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Klaus grinned. "He says he'll tear the blades off and give them to you—no, wait—stab you with them."

They kept bickering with each other until everyone—even Ben, who had been now manifested by Klaus—had their skates on. Ever since they'd stopped the apocalypse, Vanya found herself more and more at ease with her siblings as background noise. It was familiar; safe. It helped her stay in control.

"Right then, uh," Luther said, and stood up. "What's the plan?"

"The plan…" Diego mumbled under his breath mockingly. It's not a mission, Luther, Vanya could almost hear him say. In a matter of seconds, he was on the ice, sliding away. "Just try not to break the ice, big guy!"

Klaus and Ben were the next ones on the ice—and the first ones to fall down. Vanya flinched at the sound of bodies falling on the hard ground. She could almost feel it. The two of them seemed unphased though, and simply laughed it off before getting up.

"They're going to get themselves killed," Allison mumbled, and it took a moment for Vanya to register that she was talking to her. "Diego talked them through the basics before, but…"

Vanya huffed through a smile, nodding. "Diego knows how to skate?"

Allison nodded. "And he wouldn't tell me where from."

"Of course he wouldn't."

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, Vanya forgot what she'd been so afraid of. Allison had her back, as always. She was going to help her, and then—

"I think I'm gonna go help Luther," Allison said. It was then that Vanya noticed Luther tiptoeing on the ice, clearly having the worst time of his life. "Before he hydraulic presses the others."

Allison gave Vanya and encouraging squeeze on her shoulder, and then she was off.

Well. At least no one could force her on the ice now.

Vanya made herself comfortable on the bench, observing her siblings. Ben and Klaus were in the middle of performing some sort of musical act—was Klaus singing Time of my Life? Klaus was singing Time of my Life—while Diego span around them in disapproval, trying to stop them from breaking their faces. On the other side of the pond, Luther was holding on Allison for dear life, yet somehow she managed to remain on her feet. Finally, Five was—

"You don't know how to skate, do you?"

Vanya jumped at the voice next to her, pulling her arms into her body to protect herself, but then her eyes fell on its source and—

"Jesus," she hissed.

"Not quite," Five said.

Vanya glared at him.

She hated how, even after all these months, she still wasn't used to Five's presence.

It was different with Ben. He'd died, and even though Vanya didn't get to see it, that was it. He was gone, never to come back, and she knew it, they all knew it. But when Five walked out that morning in the academy, Vanya had been there for it, and she'd been there every day after that when he didn't come back too.

Until one day, he did.

Vanya tried to look away, to go back to looking back at the rest of her family as they slid along the pond, but she couldn't.

And Five was looking right back at her.

"I can teach you," he said, hesitantly. Vanya wasn't used to hearing him speak in anything that wasn't sincere confidence, but she didn't comment on it.

"Okay," she said, and wondered what Five thought of her tone.

They walked to the pond—walking in ice skates was surprisingly very easy—and Five was the first to go in. Then, Vanya followed.

Stepping on the ice felt like tiptoeing.

Sliding on it felt like falling.

Because Vanya did fall.

"You okay?" Five asked, looking down on her. As if Vanya wasn't short enough already.

"Ouch?" Vanya said, managing a huff of amusement out of Five. It hadn't really hurt; she'd fallen on her side, and cut off her fall with her forearm, so she'd ended up sprawled across the ice. She took a few seconds to recollect herself before placing her fingers on the pond to push herself—

"Hands off the ice," Five said.

"Why?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you're really keen on the idea of Klaus' blades cutting them off your hand—"

"Okay, okay!" Vanya said, and did as she was told. Five talked her through getting up—stand on her knees, put one leg up, and push herself up—before taking her hands in his. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you skate at least three meters before inevitably falling down again."

Vanya rolled her eyes, but didn't object. She followed Five's lead—how he could ice skate backwards, she honestly didn't know—and actually managed to stay on her feet for more than ten seconds this time.

She lost her balance again, but Five managed to support her weight. "You need to push your right foot to the side, not behind," he said. "And keep your knees slightly more bent—no, that's too much—there."

Vanya estimated they'd gone around the pond at least three times, but it still felt too soon when Five let go of her hands. "Five, no—"

"Don't lean so forward," Five told her, putting more distancing between them. "You're supposed to be pushing yourself away, not pulling towards me."

Vanya swallowed and nodded. She tried not to focus on the impact that was to come, but rather on the girl she became in her fantasies, the one that danced with the ice and with the air, and—

"Woo! Go, Vanya!" Allison cheered from somewhere, and Vanya couldn't help the grin that spread on her face.

"I'm doing it!" she said, her voice filling with laughter.

Vanya's movements were wobbly, but smooth enough, she decided, as she gave the ice another push. The lanterns shined down on her as she moved, and it really did seem like a cheesy Christmas movie.

"Shift your weight!"

"What?" Vanya yelled back at Five, turning around to look at him, only to lose her balance and fall on the ice again.

It didn't hurt as much as the first time. In fact, it didn't hurt at all.

Because she loved it.

A moment later, Five was gliding next to her. Vanya looked up at him, much like before, and he held out his hand. "Am I learning how to spin next?"

Five rolled his eyes as she took his hand. "Is that a risk you're willing to take?"

"I'll teach you!" Klaus said, sloppily catching up to them, followed by Ben. "I already taught Ben!"

"No, you didn't," Ben said.

Klaus pouted. "I lifted you up."

"Diego lifted you up," Ben corrected.

So they were trying to recreate the scene from Dirty Dancing.

"Yeah, barely," Diego said. "Next time, I'd rather pick Luther up."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Luther said without missing a beat. "I'm doing just fine on my own."

"You are, actually," Allison said, shooting him a smile, and then one at Vanya. "You okay?"

Vanya, now standing up again, nodded. "I'll live."

They all spread out after that, and Vanya was left alone with Five, underneath a lantern. She was still holding his hand, but it was more of a reminder that he was there, rather than to balance herself.

"How did you even learn how to skate?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"You'd be surprised what skills you pick up as a field agent," Five simply said, giving her hand one final squeeze, and skating away.

Vanya's gaze followed him for a few seconds, then fell upon the rest of her siblings. Much like before, they were all up to something silly. It was almost childish. Then again, they were only bound to do childish things, after missing out on the entirety of their childhood.

Vanya never imagined they'd get to experience this.

She didn't really care about the ice skating anymore. Since the very start, she'd been right; she didn't belong on the ice.

"Don't you wanna learn how to spin?" Five yelled from afar, and Vanya couldn't help but laugh.

She belonged with her family.

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itssolonelyhere · 5 years ago

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I just want to put something out there... I know we were told growing up that ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’. That’s a good sentiment to live by, yet is not always realistic. I think words can hurt far more than sticks and stones ever could. Since the beginning of time, words have had the power to move masses and change lives, for the better or worse. With that power comes responsibility (thanks Uncle Ben). Please remember there’s an actual human being on the opposite end of these rectangular screens we stare at all the time. You never know what they’re going through, and your words can have a profound impact on them. Sometimes a person's problems or pain is like a tower of cards and the little comment you left can tip the balance and cause everything to crash down around them. You never know. These days, a sentence can make a person’s day or completely ruin it. Just keep that in mind before making a move. Staying anonymous to protect yourself from retaliation or taking responsibility for your words doesn’t give anyone the right to abuse that feature.

Look how that behavior has affected the K-POP industry. Idols receive so much unwarranted criticism and ‘hate’ for no legitimate reason on top of their stressful life, that some have taken their own lives to escape. People hide behind usernames and anonymous so often and unleash a barrage of terrible words and pent-up anger on those that don’t deserve it without considering how it might affect them. We’re all very real people, whether just fanfic writers or idols.

I write to express myself and let out a mountain of emotions and ideas that otherwise can’t come out. In a sense, it’s my break from reality... If you don’t like the pairing I write for or what happens in my stories, PLEASE move on! Don’t send me PM’s about this or that. I know Sakura is with Sasuke in canon (God help me). Yes, I know all about Harley Quinn (we all saw how that ends), so stop right there.

Guess what? I DON’T CARE!!! I write for myself and the few people that enjoy it and support me. I’m completely open for any discussions about everything, but not when it involves insults or trying to blast me with no real context. This is fiction and it revolves around a world each writer creates. Whether you can handle that world is a different story. I love dark J and no one’s going to change my mind. To me, that’s the real Joker and if you want to reject that part, then you really don’t appreciate his character. I’ll be the first one to admit there are so many brilliant writers that truly do him justice in a way I’m incapable of. I try to do the best with what I have. I’m not a natural-born writer with a flair for words like the people I look up to. I have dyslexia and English isn’t my first language and I’ve never really been an artistic person (like ever). I tried my hand at it a few years ago, then lost my passion. The beginning of this year, my life completely changed and during that process, I decided to try again. I’m nowhere near the best and that’s fine. It’s not like anyone’s paying to read my shit, after all.

The thing is that if you don’t like what I write, move along. Don’t try to make me or anyone else feel bad about what we do. Yeah, I write J that kills and tortures people with zero empathy. That’s what he does in the movie too. He’s mentally unstable and lashes out towards people. Surprise, surprise. The man is a dark character and that’s always been expressed in EVERY media adaption of him. If you don’t like that he’s rough or manipulative towards the female character in my stories, that’s too bad. I think so many amazing people get a lot of undeserving shit for writing him in character because some don’t want to accept his true nature. I love him and he’s a bad guy, but does that make me a bad person? NO! We can all live and thrive in the same community without tearing each other apart. You can write/read any version you like, just don’t cause harm to others that don’t share your interests. I’d never tell anyone what they can/can’t enjoy, so please give me the same courtesy.

#writers #fanfcition #online bullying #take a deep breath #take a long walk off a short pier #I don't care #joker x sakura #crack pairings #the dark knight #dark character #JokeSaku

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zambie-trashart · 5 years ago

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Boys Be Falling Like Dominoes

Summary: He was always so nice, when did he become... this?

Warnings: angst, dark fic, homophobia

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To say Eddie hated Richie would be entirely false. Richie was his best friend, keyword was, there was a time when Eddie would want nothing more than to seek refuge in the taller boy’s arms but now it was different.

Richie had come out... as gay. Richie had beat the shit out of Henry Bowers. Richie had sworn to protect Eddie.

During that process, Richie had become an asshole and pulled Eddie away from the Losers away from his friends.

Eddie got fed up with Richie thinking that he knew everything and blew up on him.

“You really think that you don’t need me, fine but don’t come running to me when you need help... or do. Let’s see how long you can last without me sweetheart,” Richie said yanking Eddie’s head back to make eye contact with him before walking away.

Eddie crawled back to his friends who agreed that Richie needed to be put back in his place.

“I c-could always puh-punch him again,” Bill suggested and the whole table laughed.

“I’ve tried everything guys,” Eddie said head falling in his arms and Beverly moved closer to Eddie.

“Not everything,” she said and the others started to catch on. “Today my dear boy, we are goign shopping for something very important.” Eddie just raised an eyebrow and continued eating his lunch until he heard a loud obnoxious laugh across the cafeteria.

Richie

“That was a good one, IF ONLY I had someone special to sit with me at lunch,” Richie said. He really had changed, glasses for contacts, Hawaiian shirts for leather jackets, shorts for black ripped jeans. He was a classic high school bad boy now.

After school, Beverly pulled Eddie into a clothing store and picked out a bunch of stuff for him to try on. If Sonia wasn’t out of town, she would have had a coronary. Eddie was perfect and he was going to drive Richie into crawling back to them not the other way around.

The two walked over to Bill’s house but he wasn’t there. The two heard noises from behind them and Eddie screamed when Bill picked him up thinking it was It coming back around way too many years early.

“WHAT THE FUCK BILL!” Eddie yelled and Bill was laughing next to Stan and Mike, Ben just stood there with his head down smiling.

“New kid says he’ll do it. He doesn’t care that you know who might you know what,” Mike said not really agreeing with Beverly’s plan but he knew to trust the girl.

“Perfect, we’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Eddie walked home with Bev and laid down, she was sleeping over but on the couch downstairs.

“Eddie? Eddie? Eddie!” Eddie looked up and saw Richie laying over him. He was in the arcade, how did he get there? “You ok? You passed out.” Richie felt his head with the back of his hand. “You look ok, were you just trying to scare me Eds cause it wasn’t funny,” Richie said with his arms crossed after helping Eddie up.

“Yeah cause you clearly know funny,” Eddie said laughing.

“There he is, so I was thinking, maybe we could...” Richie was cut off by yelling in the distance.

“Hey freak! Yeah that’s right I’m talking to you! Listen here you little gay bitch, get out of this fucking town or me and my boys are gonna kill you and your little boyfriend!” Henry yelled.

Richie looked angry, he had never been angry around Bowers before. Richie punched him in the face tackled him and kicked, punched, and spit on him as Eddie just covered his mouth. Richie got off of Bowers and the others had ran away, Richie was covered in blood but Bowers was still breathing and that’s what counted. Eddie didn’t want Richie to be a killer even a killer of a killer.

“Ri-Richie, wha-what did you do?” Eddie started backing away from his friend.

“He’ll never mess with us again, come on let’s get you home, we don’t want Mrs. K to worry.” Richie dragged Eddie away holding him close.

Eddie shot up straight in bed looking around before sighing. Richie wasn’t in his room but Beverly was sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor next to Eddie’s bed. She must have had a nightmare too. Just like that Bev started to wake up and she looked up at Eddie who was staring at the wall in front of him in deep thought.

“Hey, ready to go to school?” she asked getting up and opening Eddie’s closet.

“You’re the one who picked out the clothes, I still don’t see how they’re going to get the old Richie back. I don’t think we’ll ever get the old Richie back.”

The two got dressed ate and walked out of the house to see Bill, Mike, Ben, Stan, and someone else on their bikes outside waiting for them.

“This is Dave, he’s hanging with us Losers for a while,” Mike said smiling.

“Oh, um cool, I’m Eddie.” Dave just smiled and nodded. Eddie and Beverly got on their bikes and rode to school. Richie was standing at the entrance and looked down and The Losers who were chaining their bikes but more specifically, he was looking at Eddie... and the new kid who was helping him chain his bike.

Eddie looked small and confused when he looked up and saw Richie starring at him from a distance. Eddie looked new in an adorable sort of way, fitted jeans, collard shirt, and gray sweater leaving his button up exposed as it fell around his body to his mid thigh and... Richie had to look away before he burned that image in his head.

It made sense that Eddie was all bundled up it was nearing the end of March but Richie didn’t want to see him bundled up next to the new kid who didn’t know the rules that every other boy in the school knew.

1.) Don’t mess with Richie, he’s a psycho. 2.) Don’t talk about Henry Bowers in front of Richie. 3.) Don’t stare at Eddie Kaspbrak in fact, don’t talk to him.

This new kid didn’t know the rules and he was going to have to be taught them in the worst possible way.

Dave escorted Eddie to all of his classes. He had to admit that breaking the rules that the boys told him in the locker room i=on his first day felt kind of good and seeing Eddie smile and laugh felt good too.

“Listen kid, there are three rules in this school, don’t fuck with Richie cause he’ll kill you, never talk about Henry Bowers in the school, and never and I mean never talk to or look at Eddie Kaspbrak, he’s Richie’s and that’s the reason why Henry Bowers was put in surgery for two whole months. If you don’t want to break any bones, follow the rules.” the boy nodded along.

“Who’s Eddie?” Dave asked and the other guys all laughed.

“Well since you’ll never get to see him we might as well just tell you that he’s a small kid that Richie is always protecting with his life, he’s cute but he has a temper. Haven’t seen that kid lose it since Richie beat up Henry though.” The bell rang and Dave knew that he was scared of Richie.

“Dave? Dave? Dave!” Eddie was waving his hands in Dave’s face and must have been trying to tell him something.

“Oh, sorry Eddie, I kind of got lost in my head there for a second,” Dave said scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, I figured. Be careful not to space out too much though otherwise you’re going to start hitting people and making jokes about my mom and I don’t want that,” Eddie said smiling slightly.

“Is that what Richie did?” Dave asked and Eddie turned bright red and lowered his head.

“Um... I don’t really wanna talk about him,” Eddie said and his voice was a little shaky.

“That’s fine, that’s perfectly fine.”

Richie was watching from across the hall when Beverly snuck up behind him.

“I know you’re jealous of the new kid but they just met so you can take a chill pill and stop glaring at him like it’s gonna set his head on fire.” Richie just glared at her. “Oh no so scary.”

“Listen Marsh, I know you had something to do with what happened to Eddie’s wardrobe and why that boy isn’t following the rules that I have my boys tell new kids but you need to stay out of this from now on. What’s happening with me and Eddie needs to stay with me and Eddie. He needs to crawl back to me and if that means that I need to do something about it then that means I’m going to do something about it.”

Richie told three of his strongest followers that he needed some help with something. They followed Eddie home when he was alone and jumped him and Richie watched from behind a tree as they spoke.

“Dude what about Richie?”

“Who cares, we finally get to take down the little loser who Richie seemed to care about so much?”

“Since when did we care so much about taking down Eddie?”

Questions floated up in the air as Eddie struggled and tears started to roll down his cheeks as a hand covered his mouth. Richie watched as two held him and one got ready to punch him. Eddie’s muffled screams sent Richie back.

“Richie? What if one day I don’t come back? What if one day Bowers really does get me?” Eddie asked hugging his knees and looking up at Richie.

“I won’t let him, I’ll kick his ass and anyone else who tires to hurt you. I will never let anyone touch you.” Richie put his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Eddie, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it Richie?” Eddie said looking at him.

“I think I like guys, not like older guys but guys my age.” Richie looked away nervously.

“Me too.”

Richie came out from behind the tree and the boys looked at him and Eddie screamed.

“Richie! Richie help please!” Eddie squirmed.

“Put. Him. Down.” The three dropped Eddie and ran away. Eddie ran up to Richie and wrapped his arms and legs around him. “Eddie, this is why I told you that I want to be the one to look out for you.”

“I know Richie but I’m tired of being treated like a doll. I know how to fight my own battles if you just give me a chance.” Eddie buried his head in Richie’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, I just... I love you too much to see you get hurt.” Eddie stopped breathing for a second and his heart beat was like a drum.

“You love me?” Eddie asked planting his two feet back on the ground.

“Yeah, I love you, I’ve loved you since before I told you about being gay Eddie. I knew for sure when you told me that you did too.” Richie looked deep into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie pulled away and ran. Richie watched for a few seconds before running after him but lost him a few minutes later.

Eddie banged on Bill’s front door as hard as he could and Bill walked down the stairs and looked at Eddie who’s shirt was untucked and hair was all disheveled and slightly curly.

“What ha-happened to you?” Bill stuttered ushering Eddie inside.

“I was attacked by three football players and then Richie comes out and scares them away so I hugged him cause I was scared then he tells me he loves me and I didn’t know what to say cause duh I’ve hated him for the past month but he’s protective and I can’t help that but then I ran off and he started chasing me and...” Bill stared and Eddie before interrupting him.

“EDDIE! C-calm down, you’re guh-going to f-fast,” Bill laughed. “S-so Richie likes y-you and you like h-him. What’s the b-big deal?” Bill asked.

“He hurts people and I don’t want to be hurt,” Eddie said looking down.

“He won’t hurt you.”

Eddie walked home and laid in bed for hours thinking of what he was going to say to Richie the next day but heard tapping on his window around ten p.m. He opened the window and say Richie looking at him.

“If you’re here to kill me then make it quick,” Eddie said opening the window. Richie just walked across the room to Eddie and pulled him in by the back of his neck and connected their lips.

Eddie felt like something in his throat was trying to get out but was just stuck there and slowly fingered his way up to Richie’s shoulders and Richie wound an arm around Eddie’s waist keeping his other hand firmly around the nape of Eddie’s neck.

Richie pulled back. “If you want me to stop just tell me.” Richie whispered against Eddie’s lips. Eddie just shook his head as Richie just pulled him in again lips becoming one. It just felt right. Richie was feeling brave as always and tried to kiss him deeper but Eddie just pushed him away breathing deeply.

“Stop, don’t try that again Richie, you scare me. You went from the loser who jokes about having sex with my mom to this protective popular kid who beats people up.” Richie just pushed Eddie his back hitting the wall behind him before striding over and holding him by the shoulders.

“You don’t get to decide how I act Eddie dearest. If I say that I want to protect you then I get to protect you, you don’t get a say in this,” Richie snarled and Eddie hit his head on the wall behind him trying to get away from his old friend.

Eddie went to push at Richie’s shoulders but he grabbed the smaller’s wrists and pushed them down.

“Such a shame that we couldn’t do this nicely but when is anything ever easy with you?” Richie’s eyes narrowed and Eddie’s fear began to grow stronger.

Richie leaned in and Eddie tried to move his head but Richie had him right where he wanted him. Eddie kept his lips tightly sealed but Richie knew this game. He squeezed Eddie’s side allowing him to kiss deeper. Eddie struggled before figuring out that there were two ways this could go down, he could grow a pair and make it stop or he could give in and let Richie do what ever he wanted to him. The later sounded tempting especially since Eddie liked Richie but the first sounded better for the situation he was in.

Yeah, tongues were kind of gross but blood is even grosser. Eddie took a deep breath before biting Richie’s tongue making him back up a little still holding Eddie and Eddie kicked him in the dick making Richie back up even further before Eddie ran out of his room and out of the house not looking back all the way to Beverly’s.

“Holy shit Eddie!” Beverly yelled and her aunt came down the stairs and looked at the disheveled boy who was panting in their living room.

“How do you think I feel, Richie just climbed in my window to play a game of tonsil hockey,” Eddie said and Beverly pulled him into her room.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” Beverly asked jumping up and down a little excited.

“Yeah, I got fucking mouth raped by a psycho,” Eddie said looking at her in expectation.

“You made him weak, he got a taste of Eddie Kaspbrak and now he’ll do anything to get more, even...”

“Act like his old self again, Bev that’s genius!” Eddie said shaking her shoulders.

Eddie walked into school the next morning smiling all the way past Richie and to his locker where Dave was waiting for him.

“Can I help you with something Dave?” Eddie asked and Dave looked at Eddie nervously.

“Yeah so I was wondering if...” Dave was cut off by a loud farting noise from down the hall and Richie stood there smirking.

“Looks like Dave is feeling a little gassy,” Richie said a Dave turned bright red while the rest of the group laughed.

“you wanted to go on a date?” Dave finished and Richie growled when Eddie nodded smiling.

“Oh well Dave, I hope you know he made out with me last night so you don’t get your hopes up on a kid who can’t keep it in his pants,” Richie said and the whole hall gasped. Eddie stood up straight mouth in a tight line as he walked over to Richie and slapped him in the face.

“Fuck. Off. Trashmouth.” Richie just watched as Eddie spun on his heel and walked away with Dave.

“I hate it when he leaves but I love watching him go.” Richie’s friends laughed and walked away and Beverly walked up behind him again.

“I know that you want to protect him from the world but this isn’t the way to do it. You have to earn his trust again and that won’t happen overnight Richie,” Beverly said and Richie just nodded.

“Have you ever been in love Marsh?” Richie asked and Beverly just nodded thinking about Bill and Ben. “You would protect him with your life, you would become someone else so he would love you...”

“I wouldn’t change for the worst Richie, I would change to help him while not losing who I am. So you don’t have to lose who you are either. You’re still good on the inside Richie and we all know that except for Eddie. Show Eddie that your still that same kid who would make sure that he’s ok or that would make fun of his friends, he likes that you not this one.”

Richie stood in silence as Beverly walked away. Richie didn’t feel threatened by this Dave guy so that meant that he had time. He could think of something that would make Eddie love him like that again.

Richie met up with some of the biggest bullies in the school for a little talk two days later.

“If I hear so much as a freak or sarcastic remark from any of you in the hallways I will personally make you look like Bowers and that is a fucking promise.” Everyone at the table nodded it was pathetic that juniors and seniors would bow down to some freshman who had on;y showcased his true power once.

Bill looked at Eddie as he walked across the cafeteria getting whistles from random boys and didn’t seem to understand that he was backed into a wall by his once closest friend and got a tongue shoved down his throat.

“Y-you really l-let Richie k-kiss you?” Bill asked again and Eddie looked down shuddering. Tell me to stop.

“Sort of I guess. He kissed me and told me to tell him when to stop. I drew the line at swapping spit but he didn’t like that I tongue blocked him I guess and backed me up into a wall.” Eddie exhaled heavily at the thought of Richie’s hands grabbing his wrists pushing him against the wall.

Beverly just sighed and Stan hit his head against the table. They both knew that Dave wasn’t enough to threaten Richie’s spot in Eddie’s heart anymore. Only a Loser could make him feel like he was being bumped out just enough to get him to come back.

“Hey Bill do you mind studying with Eddie after school I have plans this afternoon that I forgot about?” Beverly asked winking at Bill who understood. They were going to have to play this up.

“Sure, I d-don’t mind at a-all,” Bill said wrapping an arm around Eddie.

Eddie just laughed at his friends not noticing Richie staring at him and Bill. Bill had just made Richie’s list. The girls that were sitting by Richie were staring to notice Richie’s jealousy.

“Who wants to go on a date with Bill?” Richie asked the girls and a few raised their hands. “You, what’s your name?” Richie asked a red-head girl who looked a little like Beverly.

“Jessica,” the girl said and Richie just nodded at her and pointed to Bill’s table and she walked over.

“Yeah, I mean the thing is I don’t find math hard I just find it weird you know what I mean?” Eddie asked Bill who was nodding along.

“Yeah, th-that’s why I wa-want to write ba-books,” Bill said and noticed a girl behind him.

“Hi, Bill I’m Jessica and I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after school today,” Jessica asked fluttering her eyelashes.

“Sorry I ha-have plans after s-school and I’m n-not really in-interested,” Bill said turning back to his table and Jessica just walked away and Beverly gave her the finger sticking her tongue out.

“What a bitch,” Beverly said and Stan nodded along. Stan had always liked Bill and Bill had always liked Stan and for that reason neither of the two had ever officially gone out with anyone but now Eddie was going to be spending an afternoon with Bill studying and Stan knew that nothing would happen but it still made him a little jealous.

Eddie sat on the ground outside of the school waiting for Bill and heard footsteps behind him and the person just sighed before sitting down next to him.

“I wish you knew how sorry I am. I wish you knew how much I really do love you Eds. I just... I’ve wanted you since I knew what love was but when Bowers tried to kill us something inside of me just clicked for the first time and I knew that I would do anything for you.”

Eddie and Richie ran away from Bowers’ body panting outside of Eddie’s house. Eddie hugged Richie tight crying.

“What if he comes back for us? What if he sneaks through my window when I think it’s you? What if...” Richie grabbed Eddie’s face making him look at him.

“I’ll never let that happen.”

“Richie?” Eddie asked looking over to Richie who was looking up at the sun still talking.

“Yeah?” Richie looked over at Eddie who hugged him tight wanting to never let go.

“I love you too, I don’t know why but I love you but I don’t want to be hurt like you’ve been hurting people for the past month since Bowers. I don’t need your protection either, I can protect myself and I made that pretty clear when I kicked a clown in the face. What I’m trying to say Richie is that I love you but not this you, the old you the one that would make jokes and laugh at them while looking for any sort of reaction from anyone.” Eddie stared at the ground laughing at himself.

“Hey, look at me. I told all of the bullies in the school to fuck off and I’m going to try to be better Eddie I promise. So do you still love me or was this some sort of past confession?” Richie asked smiling at Eddie who was smiling so brightly that he thought his face would rip in half.

“Yeah, I think I could still love you,” Eddie said getting up to walk away but Richie just laughed and pulled him back and Eddie laughed falling back into his lap. “So you’re really going to change and sit with all of us again?” Eddie asked and Richie nodded.

“Might take a bit to not want to snap anyone who looks at you’s neck but hey the things I’ll do for love,” Richie said. “So, are you really studying with Billy boy tonight or do you wanna go somewhere?” Richie asked and Eddie laughed.

“We can go somewhere Richie.”

Stan sat alone in the cafeteria waiting for the rest of the Losers to decide what they wanted for lunch. Richie walked over with Eddie laughing at something stupid that he had said. It was the last day of school and Richie was planning on driving Eddie around all summer and maybe taking him out of the state. Stan was going to spend the summer with Bill learning how to play baseball in some out of state camp. Beverly was going to New Jersey for the summer and Ben was going with her. The only Loser that was staying there was Mike who had no plans.

They never came back until one day Richie was on stage and his fiance was in the back and he got a phone call in the middle of the performance. It was Mike from Derry. Everything flashed back to Eddie like it had just happened.

Eddie I’ll protect you. Eddie I love you. Eddie I’m gay. Eddie listen to me. Eddie please be ok.

They would go fight a clown and only one would come back.

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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. I said it was angst sooooooo you shouldn’t have expected Eddie to live at the end.

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megalony · 5 years ago

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Black heart- Part 4

Here is the latest part of my murderer! Ben Hardy series which has gained lovely feedback already, I hope you all like this part.

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Summary: (Y/n) knows being with Ben isn’t the best idea but she loves him and they have a daughter together. But when Ben takes things too far, (Y/n) tries to take their daughter and leave… but Ben isn’t giving them up so easily.

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A subtle trembling began to course through his body as he tried to push his tall, skinny frame into the small sharp corner at the end of the short hallway. The secluded corner just in front of the cupboard wasn't much good for his frame but it was enough to hide him away from the door on his other side so he wasn't going to be spotted.

Why was he doing this?

If he got caught with his ear near the door trying to pry in on the conversation that was taking place he would get more than his fair share of punches or punishments for listening in on the bosses private talks. But Gwilym had to know what was happening. He needed to know if Callum was going to break and start talking or if he was good enough to hold his nerve and take whatever punishment Ben was going to give him.

It had been two weeks since Ben had started punishing everyone and one person got hurt every day without fail. No one could give him any substantial evidence that would calm him down and stop the punishments for a day or more. Joe now had a broken nose and three broken ribs but he had said nothing because he was never going to betray (Y/n) like that. Gwilym wondered sometimes if Joe's loyalty and protectiveness over (Y/n) was because he actually loved her, but it didn't really matter. Joe was making sure (Y/n) and Rory were okay and right now no one had love on their minds, survival was the thing on all of their minds.

But Gwilym knew that Callum was weak. He quaked in his boots the moment any kind of talk of punishments was brought up. The thought of being punched made him pale and the one time Callum had been punished he almost tried to leave the business because of it.

Callum was one of the few guys who had noticed Gwilym and Joe talking quietly in corners or leaving without being told to or without saying where they were going. He also knew that both of them were close to (Y/n) and therefore he didn't believe she would have gone without telling them or without them helping her to leave. Now that it was his turn to be punished or to give up any information he might have, Gwilym simple knew that Callum was going to say something or he was going to make something up in order to try and preserve himself and save his skin.

Tipping his head back against the corner he was trying to squish himself into, Gwilym snapped his eyes closed as he held his breath to try and calm down his raging breathing. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs and pulsing in every blood vessel in his body and he hated it. He hated feeling his heartbeat in his mouth and the blood rushing in his ears making him feel dizzy and unbalanced.

He had to listen in because he needed the upper hand here. If Callum squealed and told on him and Joe, Gwilym would need to find Joe and they would have to work out a plan quickly before Ben found them and tried to break them. If he found out two of his most favoured workers had gone behind his back and had hidden his girlfriend and daughter from him then Ben would go ballistic.

"I- I don't know anything I swear." Callum's trembling, slightly high pitched voice quietly found its way to Gwilym's ears and sun louder over the sound of his heartbeat.

Gwilym was close enough that he could even hear Ben tutting in either disappointment or disproval as he clearly thought Callum must know something. Callum was going to break, it was very evident that he was too weak to even take a punch, he wasn't going to last and Gwilym and Joe were going to be in trouble.

"Maybe this will make you rethink your answer." Ben's deep, velvety voice sent shivers running along the base of Gwilym's neck and spine. It was a tone that sounded so condescending, so cruel yet so sweet like all his badness was coated in heaps of sugar to make it bearable.

When a resounding crack resounded through the walls and shook through Gwilym's body, he pressed a hand to his mouth to smother any gasp or cry or trembling breath that could be heard and give away his position. He wanted to be hidden here, he didn't want to be found out but waiting and listening like this, being a witness to this was not something he liked. It made him wonder why he ever got into this business in the first place. You had to be hard to work for Ben, you had to be unforgiving and cold and able to fire a gun and take a life if you needed to.

Right now, Gwilym didn't feel unforgiving or cold or able to kill, he felt fear, regret and a great worry for his safety and his life.

As soon as another sound resembling a broken bone flooded through the corridor, Callum's unforgiving scream followed through with a sob that was cracked and broken through a hiccup. Gwilym could feel those broken bones like they were his own but he hadn't been given a punishment yet, but if Callum ratted on him, he would get more than he bargained for.

"Lee a-and M...Mazello."

Gwilym's chest shook violently as he had to swallow harshly and hold his breath again to stop himself from screaming in agony. Why would Callum do that? They worked together, they shouldn't rat each other out like that even if Ben was the boss. They should protect one another because Gwilym and Joe hadn't done this to spite Ben they did it to help (Y/n) and everyone knew and liked her. They knew she didn't deserve to be hurt the way she did but Callum was saving his own skin without thinking of her or anyone else.

"What about them?" There was a sceptical tone in Ben's voice as Gwilym could just picture the boss turning his head to the side with narrowed, piercing green eyes. He could see Ben shaking his head with a shark tooth grin, getting his fist ready for another punch.

"They k-know where she is. Take h... ugh... take her supplies, it's where they go w-when they clock off."

He'd done it. He had successfully condemned Joe and Gwilym to save himself but Callum didn't know Ben. He didn't know that despite getting the information he wanted from the beginning, Ben wasn't simply going to let Callum walk away from this now. He was going to beat the living daylights out of him for withholding this information for so long and Callum would be lucky to walk out of that room when Ben was finished.

"How do you know that?" Ben couldn't simply take his word for it, he had to have some sort of evidence or a good hunch as to how he knew this. If he was just speculating random bullshit Ben couldn't take it seriously and someone else was going to have to get hurt.

"They t-turn off GPS when they g-go... Lee didn't even c... check (Y/n)'s accounts like y-you asked."

"Just what I needed to hear. Too bad you waited too long to tell me."

Gwilym found himself sliding down the walls forming the corner he was leaning against until he was sat on the floor with his knees puncturing into his bubbling stomach. His eyes snapped closed as he kept both hands pressed to his mouth at the shrill cries that Callum was releasing as he got the rest of his punishment that Ben clearly thought he deserved. If he was doing this to Callum, what on Earth was he going to do to Gwilym and Joe?

His body came over in a cold sweat but he felt like his skin was burning to the touch. He could see the blood draining from his skin which was turning ghostly pale as he felt like he was going to be sick. He snapped his mouth shut when he felt his throat tensing like he was going to gag or throw up.

He and Joe were in deep trouble now, they were on Ben's hit list because now Ben was going to look into this and realise that Gwilym didn't in fact check (Y/n)'s bank accounts or her bank statements like he had asked because he already knew what was happening. Gwilym had helped to shift her money to offshore accounts and then back through to new ones in London so the trace was almost unfindable in order for (Y/n) to have her money that Ben wouldn't be able to find and it had been so easy to do.

That was a big hint that Gwilym had helped (Y/n) escape or in the very least, he had helped her after realising she had escaped and it meant he had some kind of contact with her.

Gwilym didn't want to die but Ben was going to bury him for this when all they had done was help someone who had been abused who also had a baby to protect. They had helped her, Ben shouldn't hurt them when he knew they had kept (Y/n) safe so far even if they had kept her hidden from him.

He didn't know how long he had sat on the floor contemplating his life and what he could do, but Gwilym knew he had to move the moment he heard Ben mumbling something to Callum that was unhearable. Gwilym didn't have the nerve or the energy to try and bolt it down the corridor without being heard or seen.

Shuffling himself onto his hands and knees, he resorted to quickly but quietly open the door to the storage cupboard that could barely fit a mouse, let alone a person. He crawled into the cramped space and pulled the door ajar so he had the ability to breathe without feeling like he was going to suffocate. He made his body as small as possible, pressing his hands over his mouth just as he heard the office door opening.

What was he going to do now?

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"Get in the car." Gwilym's voice was no more than a huffed whisper that floated away on the wind but his tone was clear despite the lack of volume. His hand latched around Joe's upper bicep like a viper, his fingers were teeth that punctured into the other man's skin to stop him from trying to veer away from him or struggle and make a scene out of this. As quick as anything, he spun Joe around so he was no longer heading towards the building and was now walking back in the direction he had just come from.

Gwilym's head ticked from side to side to make sure no one was watching or about as he dragged Joe along with him, trying to stop it from looking like Joe was being forced somewhere. They walked briskly along the carpark to get to his car but Joe's head was turned to face his coworker, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he didn't know what was happening.

Joe's arm was slightly pushed upwards and his body was slouching forward from tripping over his own feet. He had literally just arrived at the club to start his shift, why the Hell was Gwilym trying to drag him somewhere else?

A gasp escaped his lips when he was thrown into the passenger side of the car, his arms encasing to his chest when the door slammed shut to prevent him from getting out again. Gwilym rounded the car and got in the driver's side and started the car within a second of sitting himself down.

Joe suddenly felt like he was being kidnapped.

But his confusion became worse when he watched as Gwilym drive them out of the staff carpark, but he parked up around the next corner. He hadn't even driven around the block, he had turned a corner and parked on the opposite side of the road.

"What the fuck?" Joe turned in his seat to face Gwilym when he turned the engine off and pressed his head back into the headrest, trying to calm himself down but it wasn't working very well.

"You go into the club now and Ben will pounce on you. Callum squealed, he's onto us."

Gwilym couldn't talk to Joe at the club because there were people always hanging around and there were cameras. They were at risk of looking suspicious if they were caught on tape huddling together talking in hushed voices in quiet corners. Where he had parked up now there were no security cameras on the other buildings and they were in a car, they were safe to talk without being seen or heard and they needed to come up with a plan.

"Shit." Was all that Joe could find himself saying.

"Yeah, shit. Joe we have to do something now, if Ben finds us he won't stop until we break or we die, we have to move (Y/n) now or cover our tracks and leave her in the lurch which I know you won't do."

There was no choice anymore, if they wanted (Y/n) to be safe they had to get her and Rory somewhere out of London so they would be safe and they had to lay low for a while and stop all contact with her until it was safe. Or they left her where she was and broke all connections and made sure they were safe and protected themselves. But neither of them could just abandon (Y/n) and Rory like that because it wasn't fair.

"We can't move them now, she isn't well enough, Ben still had high security everywhere, if they go out they will be seen and caught. We'll just have to say Callum lied-"

"You know Ben won't take that as an answer, we have to do something now."

"Alright, fine." Joe huffed, tipping his head back as he ran his calloused fingers through his hair. "We... we'll get them both out of here tomorrow morning. We'll arrange everything tonight and go tell her and she'll be gone by morning." They had done this to (Y/n), they had put her and Rory in that apartment and promised to look after them and keep them safe. They couldn't try and save their own skins now and even though (Y/n) wasn't fully recovered or well enough, they had to help her and that meant getting her out of here.

They would have to do it quickly.

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This wasn't a good idea.

He could already sense the regret and the guilt swelling up in his chest like a balloon being filled with helium and expanding his ribcage to the extent that his ribs were going to break or pop out of his chest. It was suffocating his lungs and deflating them making it harder for him to gain a proper breath.

He could hear Joe talking to (Y/n) in the other room, trying to console her and tell her that everything was going to be alright when all of them knew that it was highly unlikely that things were going to turn out in their favour.

But Joe wouldn't agree with what Gwilym was going to do if he told him. He himself knew that this wasn't the best idea but it was something that could help everyone, even if it would break (Y/n)'s heart into pieces. But he knew she couldn't get away now if they went through with the plan Joe had come up with. What Gwilym was going to do would help them with the plan and (Y/n) and it would make things a little bit easier. It would keep Ben off their backs for a little bit longer and make him less of a revengeful machine that was stuck on trying to hurt everyone.

Gwilym took a very deep breath that didn't seem to fill his lungs up very much as he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. This might not be what everyone wanted and it might not be the best thing in the world or even the right choice to make. But Gwilym knew it was the only thing that he could do to ensure (Y/n)'s safety.

Even if it meant breaking her heart.

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hvlfwygod · 5 years ago

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bone-deep desire | bentley & ariana.

date: february 2020 summary: ben and ariana catch up after the bonfire

Even with how things had been going between the two, Ariana hadn't felt nervous in anticipation for hanging out with Bentley. It was only really when she saw him before her like right now, then the jittery sensation in her chest sparked up again. In the kitchen across from her, she could see how Ben stood with his familiar tall but thin frame. He hadn't been there for very long, but Ari busied herself with grabbing whatever snacks she had in her cabinets that she thought Ben would like. After bringing them over to an area she had for mostly lounging, watching movies, listening to music, but most importantly smoking and drinking. She sat down on the couch farthest away from the kitchen. They were inside of her lofty one person apartment on the top floor, so there wasn't much in the way and she could still see the kitchen if she tried. "Okay, so, we have some of your typical stoner foods, and some of my personal favorites too," She explained while talking about the Oreos, Flamin Hot Cheetos, Honey Buns, etc. She was still sitting in the spot she chose and urged Ben on over. Ariana watched his dark eyes and the way he carried himself, it was almost ghostly to be reminded of thousands of memories from her past that were all regarding him. Once they were sat together, Ariana retrieved her weed stuff which consisted of a few lighters, a herb grinder, a small selection of flavored rolling papers, close to a quarter of bud which didn't include a few blunts she had already pre-rolled before Ben showed up. She picked up one of the blunts and inspected it. "I guess if we start smoking now, we'll be high as hell in no time," She passed it over to Ben; along with a lighter. "—Light one up for us, and I'll grab us some drinks too?" She casually asked, never being one to show her weaker sides and, unfortunately for Ariana, vulnerability was never her forte.

She seemed to be trying very, very hard to make him feel welcome. Which, weirdly, made it harder for Ben to get comfortable. He sat down on the floor, looking at the spread of food out before him. A blunt was placed into his hand, which he inspected as he accepted the lighter as well. He nodded, glad that she was offering drinks instead of him having to ask for one. She would probably be insulted if he said that he needed one to relax. "That sounds great," he said, trying to match her energy, but missing the mark. Without any more fanfare, he lit up the blunt, listening to the sizzle as he pulled. Her stuff was always stronger than his, and no matter how many times he smoked with her, he was caught off guard. Ben started coughing, laughing between little hits on his chest. By the time Ariana returned with drinks, the tension was already melting off his shoulders. "Every time," he said, chuckling. "I swear I can handle my weed."

Maybe Ariana was trying an unusual amount, but it was Ben and if anyone deserved anything from her — it was him. She could hear the lighter flicker and then she listened to Ben's coughs which brought a look of amusement over her expression and subtly calmed her nerves. By the time she was sitting back down next to him with drinks, it was her hit on the blunt and she did so. She held it in her lungs, but was smirking at him as she exhaled it. "Oh, I know you can handle it," Ariana pointed out and ashed what they were smoking before taking another quick hit and passing it back to Ben. "It's just been a minute since you smoked with me, so there's no rush. Like I said earlier, I have nothing planned but this for tonight." There she was still trying a little too hard, but she knew him so well and hopefully, he wouldn't mind too much.

Ben took back the blunt in one hand and picked up his drink in the other. He stared at the snacks, searching for the best place to start this conversation. He wasn't even sure how much Ariana knew about the last few days. He took a deep breath, already feeling the effects of his first hit. "So, I'm assuming you heard about the bonfire the other day?" he asked, then immediately took another hit. This time he was more prepared and only coughed once on his exhale.

Ariana had heard some things here and there, but nothing was definitively spelled out for her. It was a lot of piecing narratives together from the eclectic group of people she'd talked to since the bonfire. "Uh," She paused thinking about how to answer. "Yeah... I'm not as up to date on the gossip as I once was," Ariana said in reference to who she was as a person a few years back. "But, I've heard some things." She confessed, working on drinking one of the stiff drinks she'd prepared.

This time, Ben gulped down about half his drink before he continued. He passed the blunt back to her and sighed. "I think there was another fucking spell or something because I said some shit to Chase that I didn't mean to. About Ellie and," he gestured to Ariana, "us. It just sucks that it all came out like that. What I said was true but I was, I dunno, I was trying to piss Chase off, you know? I didn't say it was you that I did something with, so I guess I did something right. Anyway. Jesse fucking Teague punched me in the face and the next day Chase basically blackmailed me into changing my work schedule and now I'm the fucked-up freak in demigodland all over again."

Ariana busied herself with the blunt all while listening to Ben's explanation of what had happened that had him so tied in knots. After hearing his suspicions about another spell being cast, she fought the urge to roll her eyes but it was a futile attempt and did so anyway. "The Hecate cabin, I'm assuming? What fucking dumbass witches..." She shook her head and took a few big gulps before hitting the blunt again. Ariana continued listening to him, letting her eyes settle gently on his frame. She sat up a bit when he disclosed to her that the fact he had cheated on Ellie was now general knowledge for those who were around at the bonfire. "I may be behind on the times, but your dislike of Chase stems from where exactly?" She realized she had reactively narrowed her eyes and made a mental note to try and soften herself again, if even possible. A sense of relief was felt though when Ariana realized her name hadn't been brought up. She scoffed anyways. "I'm sure they all assumed correct about who the other woman was." She conceded.

By then, the two were in a pattern of passing the blunt back and forth with ease. She paused, not instinctively knowing how to respond in an overtly comforting way. So, she did what she did best. "—What the fuck?" She incredulously questioned, maybe a little too amused. "I didn't even know Jesse was capable of being awake and present. He's always just half a world way. So irrelevant and useless, in my opinion..." Ariana cut her own self off as she felt her penchant for insensitivity. She inhaled and reached out and placed a hand on his closest body part which happened to be his leg. "You're not a fucking freak," Ariana spoke with a kind of firmness and knowing. "I've met freaks, all right? You're far from that," She casually explained before retracting her hand. "But, honestly, so what? If you want your original hours back, I can give you advice because you don't have to be the type of person who just takes that. Yeah, sure, in their eyes you might've made a mistake and think you deserve this shit. I don't think that, but..." She let her sentence trail off. "I still don't know what to say about what to do regarding the whole Ellie situation."

Ben sighed, letting the high carry him to someplace a little more relaxed. "I was surprised he did it, too. It was kind of funny, actually, that he finally snapped out of it and it was to beat me up." He chuckled to himself and propped his head up, elbow up on the coffee table. "I'm breaking up with Ellie. And I don't want your advice, it's— " He debated telling her about Chase's threats over Danny, and decided against it. She could get a little too protective, and he didn't want her getting involved any more than she already was. He took another hit. "It's not that big of a deal, just fucking annoying. Chase has hated me since I first got to camp, I'm not surprised he's milking this for all it's worth to make me a bad guy. Whatever, you were right, I never should have gotten involved with her." He passed the blunt back. "Go ahead and say you told me so."

Ariana wasn't equipped to give him any advice, especially regarding any of his romantic relationships, and was relieved when he made it known that wasn't what he was asking for. She sat there quietly and let him speak, oddly finding herself wanting to hear what he had to say about all of this. She only spoke up when he gave her the opportunity to rub it in his face. "I can't control what you do," She explained. "And I won't try to..." Ariana added at a quieter tone as she took the blunt back. "But, I do agree. It doesn't have to be a big deal, or as big as it sounds it was made out to be to everyone," She took a long drag and held it before exhaling it all out. "I don't know what you said exactly at the bonfire, but Chase can get fucked, along with his brother, for all I care. You don't deserve half the shit you get dealt," She confessed, taking the time to take a drink again. "And, I guess," She paused for a moment. "I'm sorry." She apologized, realizing she might not have ever said those two words to Ben.

Ben's brow pulled together; he frowned at Ariana. That was not what he was expecting from her. "Uh," he started, then cleared his throat. It was clear to him immediately that she wasn't apologizing for sleeping with him while he was still with Ellie. The words reached some little well of anger, tucked away somewhere. Ben's frown suddenly turned up into a bitter smile. "What?" he asked, forcing out a little laugh. He finished his drink and pushed the cup a bit away from him. "I think it's a little too late for an apology, Ariana."

"You're right," She said, but wanted to take it back but was also in a place where she felt as if it was the right thing to do. Nonetheless, she instantly and desperately wanted to change the subject. "Let's talk about something less ugly. Maybe focus on some of my more likeable qualities," She proposed, attempting to jest a little, but seeing that type of smile on Ben's face made her look away. She busied herself with moving things about so she could take a shot. "I just want to have a good night, okay?" She confessed before doing said shot, and offered the glass and alcohol to Ben afterward.

Something about how she completely backed off only made Ben angrier. He knew the feeling well, where he'd get so worked up over someone that every little thing they did pissed him off. But still, even though his irritation was high, he accepted the change of pace along with the alcohol. He poured himself a shot, drank it, then poured another. "What does a good night entail?" he asked, nonchalant, his words still a little blunt and the question sounding more like a challenge. He looked at her with intensity as he handed the alcohol back. He took the second shot before holding out the glass for her, too.

Ariana always somehow managed to turn situations with promise into ones that were full of awkward contempt. She kind of hated herself for doing it without realizing so often but, this was one of those times where she was actually fully conscious of her pull on the teetering atmosphere. "Well..." She said, casually watching him pour another shot for himself. "You seem to be starting it off right," She turned the corner of her lip upwards tightly. "—Thanks," Ariana commented as she took the alcohol and glass back when offered. She did exactly what he had just done and her throat burned afterwards. If her past self could see her now, would she even recognize herself? She tucked some hair behind her ear. "But, no, if I'm being serious..." She started to elaborate. "I just wanted to..." She reached for a honey bun and opened the packaging so she could begin to snack on the sugary treat. "I don't know," Finding that she couldn't finish her sentences, she shrugged. Ariana didn't really know what to say. She knew Ben so well but still it felt like they could stop being in one another's lives at the drop of a hat. "Mostly spend time with you," Ariana finally confessed. "And also get fucked up too. Those were my two goals." She said, unapologetically.

Ben watched her and took the alcohol from where she left it on the table. "I'm here for getting fucked up," he said as he poured his third shot. He paused, not sure if he wanted to say more. Then he swallowed the alcohol and decided while it burned down his throat. "I missed spending time with you," he said. The sincerity threw him. Was he even being sincere? He could never tell what he wanted with Ariana, and he had a hard time figuring out what was true. He was saying this now, and it felt honest, but he was still angry. He Maybe what he missed was their fights, when they could just blurt out every mean thing they wanted, instead of sitting on years worth of tension.

But he didn't want to start one now, he realized as he went back to his original drink. He finished that off and, again, the alcohol cleared his mind. He moved closer to Ariana, working a smile onto his face. "I missed... us."

"Good," Ariana stated simply, but was a little bit relieved as well. If she hadn't cared this much about Ben, she might've not been trying so hard. But, that wasn't the case. She had to fight off the feelings of not believing he was actually saying and meaning those types of things back to her, but she somehow did and let out a tiny breath she had been holding. She had to admit that treading lightly was much more exhausting than their previous choice of explosive fights. When Ben moved closer, Ariana caught sight of the traces of a smile that was flickering on his expression. She still felt as if she was wearing heavy armor to protect herself from being hurt, but that face had such a pull on her heart. "So have I," She agreed to missing them as an us and she let her shoulders drop a little bit. She paused before scooting a bit closer too. She finished her honey bun and crumpled up the wrapper and put it aside. She realized the blunt they were smoking was done and she grabbed one of the others that was already pre-rolled and lit it up. She coughed a bit and handed it to Ben once more. "Does it still hurt much?" She asked and motioned to his bruises from the punch he received last night. "I can get you some ice, if it's still bothering you..." Ariana offered before leaning back and then just giving in and leaning a bit on Ben as well. "But, I'm sure the alcohol and weed will help shortly, right? I guess, it's the least I can do."

Ben took the blunt and let it burn in his grip as he sank into their halfway embrace. He moved so his arm was around Ariana's shoulders and he stared up at the ceiling. Finally, he took the hit and exhaled slowly. His eyes fluttered closed. "It's fine," he muttered. "Doesn't hurt that much." His head turned so he was looking at her, their faces entirely too close. "This does help, though."

"Good," Ariana said simply like she had before. When she felt Ben's arm go around her, she let herself drop more into his frame finally. She curled herself up against him and rested her head on him too. Maybe it was too greedy, so Ariana settled for levelling her breathing and glancing up at him for a moment longer. She didn't know what else to say right away so she pulled her eyes away and fully gave into using him for comfort. Her hand found a spot on his leg as she kept her other free so she could smoke. Ariana's body physically relaxed and her muscles de-tensed. The room wasn't as dark as when Ben had arrived. "Um, if you ever... do need my advice..." She trailed off and gave his leg a little squeeze with her hand as she started talking again. Ariana kept her gaze down so it was more comfortable for her, maybe for him too. "Not saying you do, but I'd give it." She confided.

He could feel every point of contact on his body, her hand and head and the brush of their fingers as he passed the joint over to her. His mind was swimming, but through the haze he could feel the bone-deep desire for her. The thing that kept bringing him back, over and over. Ben placed his hand under Ariana's chin so her face was angled up toward his. Their eyes met and, for once, Ben didn't glance away. Ellie was still gone, still clueless, and he already knew they were done. He already cheated on her, what did it matter now? Still, he paused, studying Ari's face. But it was only a pause, and after his expression softened slightly, Ben leaned in and kissed her.

Ariana wasn't expecting Ben to use his hand to take her by the chin, but she let him raise her face. Her stomach felt lighter as their eyes gazed back at one another's. It hadn't been that long since they had last been intimate and all of those memories were still very fresh which only caused even more memories to flood back as well. Ben leaned in and Ariana closed her eyes. She pressed against his lips, kissing him back maybe a bit too eagerly.

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hoopdiddies · 6 years ago

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I'm Not Over You// Ben Hardy x Reader (10.1)

A/N: The last part! Here you go! Thanks for supporting the entire series, guys. Means a lot ♥ ♥

Summary: A wedding brought you apart and it will be a wedding that will bring you back together

Warnings: Microscopic angst and FULL ON FLUFF

WC: 3k

Tags: @haendel-me-with-care

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Parts: 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

"What- I thought Gwil- never mind, did I hurt your shoulder?" You stumble over your words and he chuckles, the curve his red lips are sporting making your insides melt.

"No, you didn't."

"Oh thank heavens. Sure I didn't add to your injuries? " You had to say it but luckily, he shakes his head good-naturedly and seems to have shrugged off the issue. "I'm okay now. I've been for so long actually." At least you've got the conversation going, against the odds of you doubting that it might've ended up awkward with how long you haven't been in touch. You smile crookedly and rub your arm, sighing profoundly to say another word but as you open your mouth to do so, Ben beats you to it. "What about you? How've you been?"

You shrug. "Same old but tortured...and pissed...at Joe...for doing me injustice like that." He rubs the back of his hair and cocks his head to one side. "Oh? Tell me about it."

You give him a brief, speculative look– thinking that it's a miracle you're talking normally like you haven't kissed each other the day you left him lamenting on a hospital bed, been in contact for an entire year and made love with your eyes during the ceremony– in that order.

You snap out of it and look around the busy reception. "I- well-"

"To make it easier, let's head out for a walk on the beach, shall we?" Ben steps aside to let you leave before him and you tuck a tendril of your hair behind your ear, nodding as you walk ahead. He follows you out and you glance over your shoulder, looking past him and seeing Joe wiggle his brows at you from their table– to which you widen your eyes in annoyance and a little gratitude.

Your walk has been graced with the twinkle of a thousand stars and the calm splash of the evening waves against the shore. You've let your hair down from the tight bun you've put it in and taken off your sandals to traipse along the water while Ben remains along the dry sand to stay practical– not that you aren't. He just has his shoes on while you're holding onto yours.

You haven't strolled far from the party with the lamps spanning from the vicinity within the reception still present as you tread along. You've told him all about Barcelona and your studies and everything else concerning your life there; so far it's been good and jolly. He's taken a new project and is in the process of filming, something you've congratulated him on as well– the previous one being his full recovery and you didn't bother to bring up the prior events to that, it might just lead to something you'd lose your voice to talk about. It's a relief that you are able to share a few laughs in between, something you thought wouldn't be possible anymore. You haven't talked to each other like this is ages.

"I guess we're both working our fingers to the bone." He chuckles and stops in his tracks to enjoy the breeze. You involuntarily mimic his stance and stand semi-still on the water, tossing your sandals onto the driest part of the sand. "I guess. Business before pleasure they say."

"Well my business is my pleasure so it seems like it only applies to you." The smile on his face widens thoroughly and you scoff underneath your breath, swinging your leg back and forth, creating mini splashes. "Excuse me, it applies to neither of us. I love working for something I know will finally lead to my dream."

He hums and bends down to pick up a pebble, casting it smoothly against the water and makes three skips. "It just occurred to me that you never once told me anything about your dream to become a doctor or anything." You give him a fleeting smile and shake your head, crossing your arms as you begin admiring the sky. "If I had told anyone, it wouldn't come true."

"Seriously?"

You raise your hands up briefly in defense and let out a chuckle, bending down to pick up a pebble to skip as well. "I'm living proof that it's effective, you should try it sometime." While you cast your pebble and watch it skip, he studies you intently and with great focus, drawing in a sharp breath before taking off his shoes to join your spot in the shallow water. He sets it aside and stands next to you, lifting his gaze up to the sky and then to you as you take in the cluster of stars dotting the heavens.

The gleam in your eyes as you beam at the starry view puts him under a spell and you sense his piercing stare, encouraging you to catch his fixed look. "What is it this time?"

He gulps, his mouth going dry. "I've sent you a message a couple of weeks back. Never got a response from you..."

You angle your head to one side amusingly. "I replied? Maybe you just don't check your inbox that much- and wait, I changed my number, how did you-"

"Our boy, Joe."

Of course. Joe really needs a new girl in his life, he must be exhausted from being such a mediator.

"And yes, I don't check my inbox a lot. Busy as a bee lately." He adds with a defeated smile present. You weave your fingers together, keeping your vision limited to the horizon yet sensing his eyes penetrate through you.

A little shy to let him see your blush creeping up your cheeks, you tear yourself away from his gaze and sigh inwardly. "I know that look somehow."

"For the third time asked in this lifetime, would you care to finish the dance we had at the after party? A dance to satisfy all the dances we never had the chance to finish. "

Your mouth shamelessly hangs like an attic door with loose hinges at how he was able to remember that. You recall his attending physician say that there would be no risks of amnesia or any sort of memory loss, although he shouldn't be able to recall minor details.

But then your dance wasn't a minor memory.

Ben's still waiting for your answer and you recompose yourself from the jaw drop, stuttering in the slightest as you speak up. "Uh y-yeah. I mean, we never get to finish dances, am I right?"

Without tethering himself from taking your hand in his, he draws you close to him, the movement of your legs making small ripples and swishes in the water. You can't keep a firm eye on him and as he understands your uncertainty due to how long it's been since the pair of you have closed a distance, he manually positions your arms around his neck, putting a little forethought into snaking his hands around your waist to ease you into it again.

"Hey, like old times, right?" He cajoles softly and you look up at him.

"Like old times." You repeat after him and find it easy to stare into his eyes again, once more submitting yourself to the metronomic beat of your heart. He initiates with light sway, feeling the crashing waves beneath your feets put an effect to how you're moving. With you studying every detail of his face adoringly, you notice the small yet noticeable scar on the near left of his forehead; a small residue of his injury. You frown as you reach up to trace your finger smoothly across his scar, your heart breaking at the memory of that night.

Ben takes notice of your flitting expression and cups your cheek to alleviate the worry you've put yourself in at the sight of his scar. "Hey, hey. Don't worry about it, I'm okay now."

You hang your head apologetically, chewing on your bottom lip with the urge to bring up what you wanted to suppress out of guilt.

"I'm sorry if I left you like that. At the time you really needed me the most, I scrammed and ghosted you for an entire year. I broke my promise, your arm and a small fraction of your skull," as inappropriate as it is to laugh a little at it, you let it slip past your lips anyway to give it a stretch and lighten the weight on your shoulders, "and it's all thanks to Joe for making up that worst case scenario."

Joe did say you'd hurt him on every possible level– ranging from physical to spiritual. Though you didn't afflict him physically per se, your carelessness on the highway did. "I'm so sorry, Ben, for letting my emotions get in the way of what we had. Our friendship. You loved someone else then and being in a way cursed with unrequited feelings, I-I had to distance myself."

He assures you with a loose smile, twirling you under his arm and leisurely pulling you back to his body. "Every bit of it is alright. I had sworn on the day we met that I'd protect you with every fiber of my being and I should be the one that's sorry. All you ever did was love me," he stares down at you intimately, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles, "though how clueless and unbearable I was," a kiss to your wrist, "through all my complaints and nasty fits," a kiss to your cheek, the sensation making you giggle slightly, "through my clumsy tendencies, " a kiss to your nose, "through all my mood swings after a bad day on set," an elongated kiss on your forehead, parting away deliberately before flicking his eyes to your lips and back to your Y/E/C orbs. He gulps audibly at how he's asking you for permission to do it. "When I couldn't return that love to you because I was blind enough to let Rosy stay. For loving me...in both my lowest and highest."

He's risking a few inches in but you can tell he's holding back. You slacken your arms from his neck, little by little dropping them to your sides as his green eyes finally overwhelm you.

The corner of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, breathing out the words you've long waited for. "You've held my heart in your hands even when you were miles away and though you won't be staying for long, I'll always be waiting." In the same way you had when you left, you tip your head back to let his lips meet yours only this time it doesn't take him by surprise. Your lips don't move against each other for a few seconds and you pull away, breathless.

His green eyes are wide yet flecked with awe, unruly brows lightly creased together with small strands of his combed back, blond hair falling into them but they soften as the smile on his face widens. "You're not with Joe, are you?"

You chuckle, shaking your head and heaving out a defining exhale. "I never was. You're not with Rosy anymore, are you?"

He shakes his head as well and it appears the blissful grin on his face won't be coming off anytime soon.

"Long done. I love you, and you alone."

You'll be blaming him later for the ear-splitting grin now etched on your face.

"I love you too, Benjamin."

He throws his head back in relief and lifts you up in his arms, tilting his head back as he savors the full feeling of your lips on his, the kiss gradually becoming open-mouthed.

As if on cue, the fireworks meant for Rami and Lucy come launching up into the sky and bursting into bright colors, the sparks raining down and vanishing into thin air shortly after. Cheers of the people emanate from the party as Lucy and Rami share the same kiss from outside at the same time you and Ben are. You pull away with unridable grins on your faces and share the magical sight of the fireworks lighting up the night sky with no other disturbances to ruin the moment.

"You think they'd start wondering where we are?" You hum with your head rested against his chest. He kisses your hair and smiles as he tightens his hold around you, revelling deep in the moment.

"They'd get the idea, babe. They'd get the idea."

Lucy was right, Ben has always been your soulmate; the three dances you've had in your lifetime somehow always brought you back to each other. Hopefully the one you just had will be the one that will never tear you both apart ever again.

You've yet to thank Joe for tricking you into thinking that it was Gwilym he wanted to spin you off to.

How magical is that tape you used to stick the polaroids together?

It somehow pieced you and Ben in the same manner and stood the test of time.

-Fin-

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lamujerarana · 6 years ago

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14 with reed and ben! Your writing is A+ u inspire me!

“Give it up, Stretch,” Ben complains, bumping the back of his head against the wall of the alien prison cell in which he and Reed are trapped, awaiting their imminent execution, all because Ben was maybe very insulting to the emperor. It’s not his fault that the emperor looked like a piece of fruit someone’d left out in the sun too long. He supposed that saying that to the emperor had probably been a bad idea, but in his defense, the emperor was a dick. “There’s no way out and you know it. I’m gettin’ tired just watchin’ you.”

Ben has already exhausted himself by pounding his giant fists against every wall of the cell, but to no avail. His superstrength did not even dent the strange, alien metal.

Ben, resigned to the fate he had brought upon them both, had simply reverted to his human form and collapsed onto the hard, narrow cot in the cell.

Ever since then, he’s been listlessly watching as Reed prods and pokes at every nook and cranny, desperately seeking the escape Ben had not managed to achieve.

Reed shoots Ben an annoyed glance from where he’s stretched up to the ceiling. “There is always a way out, Ben.”

Ben sighs. He loves how incorrigibly optimistic Reed is, but it also frustrates him endlessly that there is not a sensible bone in Reed’s body. Ben has always been the more practical of the two—he keeps Reed grounded by reminding him that there are limits even to what his genius can accomplish.

“There ain’t always a way out,” Ben says dryly. “Take it from me.”

“That’s what you said about being the Thing,” Reed says triumphantly. Ben doesn’t have to see Reed’s face to know that he is smiling. “But look at you now.”

“Your cure’s lasted this long,” Ben says darkly. “We don’t know that it’ll last forever.”

Reed goes very still, as though the thought had not occurred to him, when it has been all that Ben has been able to think about since the day Reed had called Ben to his lab, strapped him into a dauntingly complex machine, and inundated Ben in a series of blinding rays.

Ben had emerged fully able to control his transformations into the Thing. The best of both possible worlds—able to remain on the team and protect the people he loves and able to have an entirely human life at the same time.

The thought that has kept Ben up more nights than not is the fear that one day he will morph into the Thing and be stuck, once more, in that unending living nightmare from which he can never awaken. Surrounded by humanity, yet unable to participate in it. Separated from it all by a thick wall of orange rock. Unable to feel much of anything.

Reed’s body shrinks down to normal size, and then he crosses the room and sinks down on the cot next to Ben, arms folded over his chest.

“Ben,” he frowns, concern written on every line of his face, “are you afraid that you’ll become the Thing again?”

Ben shrugs a shoulder as casually as he can. He doesn’t want Reed to know how heavily this fear has weighed on him. “Yeah. Maybe. I dunno. Wouldn’t be the first time I thought I was cured and then…” Had my humanity torn away from me. “…changed into the Thing again.”

Reed puts his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “It’s not going to happen,” he says firmly. “I tested this every way I know how. It’s permanent. And even if it did happen again, I’d simply cure you again. No matter how hard I had to work or how long it took, I would never give up. Ben, I will be with you, at your side, always. It’s where I am meant to be. You must know that.”

Ben does know that. It’s what Reed has always done. Ben can and would never question the love and loyalty Reed feels for him.

But Ben cannot even count how many times Reed has found what he swore was a permanent cure, only to have it all fall apart and send Reed back to square one once more. And then Ben is left, in the interim, living what can best be characterized as a half-life.

There is, on the bright side, every chance that Ben’s endless cycle of torment is going to end rather bloodily tomorrow morning.

“Well,” Ben says lightly, “we’re probably not gonna live past gettin’ executed tomorrow, so…”

“We’re not going to die, Benjamin,” Reed says calmly, as though he is stating a fact. “We’ve been in worse predicaments than this and up against more terrifying foes and we’ve lived.”

Ben runs a hand shakily through his hair. He wishes that he could believe that this time was the same. But everything seems so heavily stacked against them, and if there is one thing Ben learned when he was a soldier, it’s that everyone’s luck runs out sometime. He can feel it, in the pit of his stomach, the certainty that he simply isn’t getting out of this one. “C’mon. We’re trapped in a cell we can’t get out of. The execution’s in about five hours. Even as the Thing, I ain’t strong enough to break us out. I can’t beat their soldiers either. Susie could, but she and the kid don’t even know where we are or that we’re in trouble. Face it, buddy, we’re sunk.”

“Sue will find us and save us,” Reed says confidently. “I know she will.”

Ben casts a skeptical glance at Reed. “She doesn’t even know we’re missing, Reed. Or what planet we’re on.”

Reed chin tilts upward stubbornly. “She’ll find us.”

Ben isn’t quite as sure of that as Reed seems to be. He thinks…this might be it. And if it is, if it is, he has to tell Reed. He can’t die without saying it. He just can’t. “Yeah, but if she don’t, there’s just one thing I gotta say to you. That I’ve wanted to say to you for years. Reed, look, I—”

Reed cuts him off by springing to his feet as though scalded. “No! I don’t want to hear this, Ben. Stop talking this way. We’re going to live and I don’t care how dire everything seems, it’s going to be all right, and—”

Ben catches Reed’s hand and stops him dead in his tracks. Reed stares down at Ben, and then down to where their hands are joined together, eyes wild.

“Reed,” Ben pleads, “let me say this. Just in case.”

Ben doesn’t know what it is that Reed sees in the depths of his eyes, but it seems persuasive enough. He gives a small, resigned nod and then sinks silently back down next to Ben.

Ben doesn’t let go of Reed’s hand. He stares at it, that point of heat, that point of contact, where their bodies are joined together, as though he cannot tear his eyes away.

“Are you ever going to say anything, Ben, or are you just going to stare at my hand?”

“Whine, whine, whine,” Ben complains. He rolls his eyes melodramatically. It’s almost instinctive, this banter between them. “Don’t you ever do anything else? I’m workin’ up the nerve, just so’s you know.”

“Ah,” Reed says, and Ben can hear the wry amusement in his voice. “The nerve. I see. I have always found you very short on nerve, Ben. Timid, shy, and retiring, that’s you.”

The corner of Ben’s mouth ticks upward. “You’re a pain in my ass, Reed, you know that?” He takes a deep breath, raises his eyes, and meets Reed’s gaze. He’s dived into battle many times before without a single twinge of fear, so why is it that his heart feels as though it is going to beat its way out of his chest over this? “I really got no idea why I’m so in love with you, but I am.”

If Ben had thought Reed’s eyes were wide before, they are like saucers now, his jaw hanging almost comically wide open, and his face paler than Ben thinks he has ever seen it.

“Well,” Ben says, smiling, “would ya look at that? Looks like I finally figured out a way to get you to stop whining.”

“Ben,” Reed says hoarsely, his hand tightening around Ben’s, “was that a joke? You know I’m not always good at telling when you’re joking and I—”

“Wasn’t a joke,” Ben interrupts, with a slight shake of his head. “Not even a little. Reed. C’mon. Did you really not know at all? You gotta be the only person on this—I mean, on our—planet who hasn’t noticed that I am head over heels for you. People spend five minutes with us and they know.”

“I didn’t,” Reed says, subdued. “Really. I had no clue at all.” He clears his throat. “How long?”

“Let’s see,” Ben says, pretending to think about it, although he knows, of course he knows, “we were eighteen years old, I walked into the crappy dorm room I’d been assigned to with a guy I thought was gonna be the biggest nerd ever and probably a dick. Instead, I found the most beautiful guy I’d ever seen standin’ there and smilin’ at me, and I think I fell in love the second I saw him. I mean. You.”

Reed half rises to his feet. His face is a splotchy red. Ben doesn’t think he’s ever seen Reed this apoplectic. “YOU’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH ME FOR EIGHT YEARS AND YOU’VE NEVER SAID A WORD?”

“I said I fell in love with you the second I saw you. I didn’t say I knew it. Took me a while to figure out I liked boys—which, yeah, happened ‘cause I had a lot of feelings for you that I couldn’t explain away—and then I had to do the whole coming to terms with it thing and then I had to get a handle on the fact that I was in love with my best friend. So. Took me a few years to get to the point where I could admit it even to myself.”

“Well, why didn’t you say something then?”

“Because by that point I’d known you for like four years and I knew you didn’t like guys. Or anyone, as far as I could tell. You never seemed very interested in the whole love and sex and dating thing everyone else was doing. You’ve never dated anyone, Reed, the whole time I’ve known you.”

“No,” Reed says bitterly. “I admit that I wasn’t interested in any of that for a long time, but once I met you…why would I have dated anyone else? I had already found the love of my life. You.”

“You…what?” Ben asks, and he is beginning to understand how shocked Reed must have felt at his own declaration of love. “Wait. What?”

Reed is nodding earnestly. “I also fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I never saw the point in settling for someone else if I couldn’t have you. I had no interest in anyone else, and I never have. Before I met you, I had never been in love with, never so much as been attracted to, anyone. I admit it was unsettling at first, feeling that way, since I had no reference point for it, and I had no idea what it all meant for a long time. And by the time I figured out that I loved you, you had joined the army, and I thought my feelings weren’t reciprocated, and so I had resigned myself to living out the rest of my life pining hopelessly for you.”

Ben shakes his head. He’s trying to wrap his head around this, but it’s giving him a headache. “So…I’ve been in love with you for eight years…and you’ve been in love with me…and…we just…never figured it out?”

“It would appear so,” Reed says, and then, in a hushed tone, “Johnny can never know.”

Ben pales at the thought. “The squirt would never let us live this down.”

“Perhaps it would be best if we were executed tomorrow morning,” Reed says thoughtfully, and Ben’s not sure if he’s kidding.

“Well, screw that,” Ben says. “I got a reason to live now. Get us out of here, Reed.”

Reed looks amused. “I thought you doubted my ability to escape.”

Ben shoots him a look. “Stretch, if I die without ever getting to have sex with you, I’m gonna kill you myself. Time to stop messin’ around.”

Reed smiles slyly at him. “Well, can I have a kiss for good luck?”

Ben can’t help smiling back. “Yeah?”

“It stimulates the synapses,” Reed says, and Ben can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. “Might help me arrive at an epiphany.”

“Stimulation. I can help with that,” Ben grins, reeling Reed in for their first kiss.

It’s been a long time coming. Ben hopes it won’t be the last.

***

Reed never does get around to figuring out a way out of the cell. Ben keeps him too busy.

***

Ten minutes before their scheduled execution, the door to their cell bursts open, torn off its hinges, and there, silhouetted in the doorway, is Sue.

“I’m Susan Storm, and I’m here to rescue you,” she says, posing heroically.

“We know your name,” Reed says, baffled. “We’ve known you for years.”

“She’s—Reed, she’s quoting Star Wars,” Ben says. “I know you’ve seen Star Wars because Johnny and I made you watch it.”

“Oh, yes,” Reed says. “The ones that don’t realize that sound can’t travel in a vacuum. It’s very distracting.” Watching movies with Reed is an experience because he scoffs at every scientific inaccuracy. “And by the way, Sue is here, and I told you—”

Ben raises a hand to stop him. “You even say it and I will clobber you so hard you’ll see little tweety birds spinning ‘round your head.”

“Birds?” Reed frowns, puzzled. “Why would I see birds? And what is a “tweety”?”

“You ain’t never seen a cartoon? Even as a kid?”

“I was busy designing antigravity platforms when I was a child.” He winces. “And crushing my mother’s prized flower beds. That was on me.”

“You’ve been deprived, Stretch. I hope you know this means we’re watching cartoons the second we get back home.”

“I don’t know if I want—”

“Would you two stop bickering like an old married couple?” Sue scowls, hands on her hips. “We’ve got to get moving or you two are dead.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ben and Reed both say meekly, and they follow after her.

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something-tofightfor · 6 years ago

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The Punisher Season 2: Episodes 6-10

Initial reactions as I watched these episodes.

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. I literally tagged it four different ways for spoilers so if you read them after this it’s your own damn fault.

6: Nakazat Amy looks like every typical 16 year old girl at the mall Oh frank. Frank frank frank. You with that gun Curtis is such a genuinely good guy. Goddammit. Fuck. He better not bang her. Alright AMY. Don’t bring up the kids. Frank is so fucking sad. Oh so he sees through the transformation bullshit. And he’s apologizing for spying on her. Interesting. SELF ASSURED BILLY IS COMING BACK SLOWLY it’s interesting that she isn’t giving him rules TONGUE So these pictures are literally of men kissing. Interesting. Roughhousing with Frank, must be 18 to ride this ride I actually really liked this scene in the trailer with the gun training. Looks like Billy can do more than 20 pushups now And he’s reading his own file.... WHO IS KM Billy and Curtis... and he APOLOGIZED. Jeeeeeesus. He’s fucking crying. I can’t. He’s so sad. So angry. So confused. Brett and Dinah again.... hmmmm. Brett still doesn’t know that Frank was there. Madani feels guilt about lying about the carousel.... HE CALLED her out about lying. Frank stole a limo, ok. This confrontation between Pilgrim and Madani is... not that tense. But i mean maybe don’t point your gun st someone on a sidewalk in broad daylight? Is the subplot of this show a fucking Russian election meddling scheme? Yes. Yes it is. When Frank Castle tells you to get on your knees, you get on your knees MY FUCKING GOD WHY DO YOU LET HIM LIVE Where is billy getting money from? He’s finding a group of friends again... he’s earning his spot at the head of the pack again. Giving orders sounds ... natural coming from him. This is billy trying to reassert himself. Trying to do “good”. The accent is much more pronounced when he is in the moment. You’re not a petty criminal Billy. You’re better than this. Way better. Would you do it all over again, frank? Maybe. This poor kid, and Curtis trying to clean up the mess. Again. Welp, guess it doesn’t matter that Frank let him live. Oh Dr. Dumont just hid her most recent notes. Why is she protecting billy? ... he has poor impulse control and yet you slapped him and stabbed him in the damn hand with a letter opener.... and you have a degree in psychology? K. I just threw my glasses across the room. This is not happening. This group therapy session between Frank, Madani and Curtis is constructive.

7: One Bad Day Madani’s interview... ONE YEAR HAS PASSED. MADANI BEING HONEST. Her poor choice in sexual partners got her here I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE LETTER OPENER lmao madani having to talk about sleeping with Billy in detail. This is what i wanted. Madani admitted to her mistakes. THIS IS EVERYTHING #justiceforstein Frank needs to stop people from telling him what the fuck to do. He can live with killing people ... but it’s not easy. Madani is lying about never wanting to kill Billy herself... but she doesn’t have the balls to do it. Frank doesn’t want to kill him, but he’s going to do it because he feels that he OWES Curtis and Madani. This bitch chewing her pills kills me More billy sex flashbacks ... she’s fucked. The biggest fucking sigh to ever come out of my mouth just came out of my mouth. .... so they’re getting off on hurting each other. I really hate this bitch She’s lying. Billy’s being honest again. The sex helped him more than therapy or medication. Knowing that he has “friends” out there helped. Oh this bitch is a manipulator. Holy shit. Oh. But he put someone ahead of himself for once. Interesting. He just wants to know what it feels like to have part of everything. That’s... different. BYE BITCH. Billy. You. Are. Not. A. Petty. Criminal. The fuck are you doing? It’s really interesting to me that Billy is choosing this path because he fell in with an easy, shitty crowd. He’s better than this. He’s capable of so many things. I get that this is because he’s a wanted man... but.... STILL TALKING ABOUT BETH... She sold you out FRANK, KAREN FUCKING PAGE WOULDNT EVER this drug addict is going to fuck everything up. Everyone wants Billy dead... except Madani... and I think Billy is included in this group of people that want him dead. Talking about a “new normal” This applies to frank and billy and madani and even Curtis ... HMMMM Interrogator Frank Madani and Curtis just standing there and watching with bored expressions on their faces is the best Lots of hand stabbing in this season. Good thing Curtis is a medic. BILLY DIDNT MURDER FRANK’S WHOLE FAMILY we’ve officially reached the point in the season where i feel BAD for Madani. .... nevermind. (Not even two minutes later) This is intense. Goddammit LILLIAN he didn’t kill anyone. He did everything he could to NOT kill anyone. Interesting. OH FUCK THE VEST OH FUCK billy is having a panic attack. Holy hell.

8: My Brother’s Keeper I don’t like the title of this. Billy remembers. Not everything, but enough I think. I have been waiting for billy with this gun for MONTHS Did not disappoint. Frank is literally running down the street in the Punisher vest, like.... is that a good idea or nah? Curtis just saved his ass twice LET HIM REMEMBER YOU ASSHOLES OH WELL OK THEN. Frank and Curtis... are having a moment and it’s much needed. Frank’s analysis of Billy’s response to seeing him and having Frank fire at him breaks my heart. He looked at Billy and saw family. “he does not know what he did” OH FRANK. Oh sweet frank. He had a shot... and couldn’t take it. Billy came back to Krista.... He said please again. Billy Russo is going to beg? He didn’t have to Oh lord. He remembers and knows that frank betrayed him but not WHY. god this is heartbreaking. Ben Barnes is an incredible actor. His tears and the emotions are so goddamn real. This scene after she lets him back in is one of the best acted scenes on TV. “I know but i don’t know. I don’t feel it” Christ almighty take my heart and stomp on it why don’t you “He was my best friend, but he was pointing a gun at me” ... oh Billy. She can’t help you. She’s manipulating you because she wants power. She needs to feel wanted. FUCK YOU KRISTA DUMONT Curtis had a shot too... and he didn’t take it. Neither of them could do it. Curtis just wants to be normal. He wants to have a life - an “AFTER” ... Frank screaming at this girl is great. That’s not the way she thought the day was going to go. Brett knowing about Castle is really interesting to me. This conversation is really interesting to me. He’s not fucking around. Billy would give his life for Frank. And he thinks that he’s not the man he was before... THERE ARE MORE PIECES BITCH. I THINK KRISTA WAS IN THIS FUCKING CULT Now frank is seeing billy ... and Curtis is calling him out on it Still walking around in the vest... This is Frank’s moment.... OH FUCK YES BILLY He just punched a hole into a wall and I think I had a stroke OH YOU MANIPULATIVE BITCH Do not choose her billy Russo ... goddammit Lmao Amy just tried to kill Curtis OH SHIT THIS IS THE ANVIL SPEECH AGAIN. Oh Billy. You’re thinking very big here. I have nothing to say about this little dinner between Curtis and Amy and Dinah Frank visiting Maria and the kids at the cemetery...

9: Flustercluck Frank’s gonna drop some knowledge. “Let me be what I’m meant to be” This bitch is trying to make plans with Billy in the future.... uhhhhhhhhhh This isn’t Billy. Yeah she “accepts” him.... but..... Ok so they’re growing in numbers and in strength and in visibility, quickly. They could have established Billy this season without making him fuck this broad. He wants to know why frank tried to kill him... but does he REALLY?!?!? So wait Schultz is in this cult?!? Uh oh. This guy knows who pilgrim is. WHERE ARE YOU GOING AMY?!? ..... billy in madani’s new apartment. And he found the journal. HE CUT OFF THE DUDES THUMB OH MY GOD Billy is there. Oh my god oh my god oh my god This is nuts. Billy and madani have more chemistry out of bed than in Madani telling him the TRUTH. YES YES YES YES YES ... but.... there’s no need to be such a bitch. BILLY WITH THE FUCKING MIC DROP i can’t tell if she’s scared or happy or aroused - maybe all three? Oh Amy, you just killed this girl. Why did you leave your bag in the other room. This is a trap. Frank’s very nervous for Amy Billy... deserves more? He thinks he deserves more, at least KRISTA HE DOESNT CARE ABOUT YOU. Billy doesn’t want to run. THERE IS NO “us” KRISTA. i hope he snaps her fucking neck. Like you barely know this woman...and i get that you feel a connection because she’s been your therapist.... but this isn’t normal. This isn’t right. She.... she’s using you, she’s LYING about something and i am pissed that i can’t figure it out I AM STRESSED AMY SHOT SOMEONE GOOD LORD Dad Frank 🤤🤤 Omg is Krista going to kill madani Just two girls that have both boned Billy Russo hanging out in the same room.... this is going to end well Pilgrim’s real name is... Robbie? WHO ARE YOU THOUGH Who did he steal money from?!? And what did he do with it?!?! 10: The Dark Hearts of Men ... another flashback. :( billy is getting his ASS kicked... and so is frank.... holy hell TONGUE Frank and billy.... GODDAMN. I am sad. Holy fuck Billy’s watching them 24 hours earlier?!?! Oh god someone’s dying The wine is called “decoy” ... billy is listening to this. Madani’s going to go DEEP with this i think... Frank and Curtis are reminiscing about Billy. frank misses being active duty too... just like billy Frank admits they’re the same. Oh yikes. Pilgrim killed some people. He’s very bloody ...and snorting something. Cool. Did he just effing reset his jaw?!? This is what happens when you’re in a cult for 12 years.... you have all kinds of pent up anger and kill 5 people in 3 minutes Instinct and emotion.... justifying it afterward.... Hmmmmmmmmmmmm Frank has done the things billy has done though.... not on the same scale, but.... Welp Pilgrim is apparently on his rumpsringa ... hookers and blow and murder Billy is always alone.... true. But now he thinks he isn’t. And that’s dangerous ... oh, ok. I mean your wife is dying but go on and get a BJ from some methhead Frank and Curtis live on this roof now Billy creeping from a nearby rooftop is me waiting and watching for new content from this show after the teaser was announced at the end of the January promo but before we had any other information John and Rebecca in s sweeter moment ... and she’s questioning him... and she had every right to do so. This description is like Frank and Billy rolled into one... AND SOMEONE STILL LOVES HIM. Krista is getting Madani drunk....... And madani just said she wanted him dead... not the right answer Dinah. “He is just a man alone”.... Billy is a great motivational speaker. ITS A TRAP FRANK. He knows you’re coming. Boom. And here we go Oh this is good This is well shot This is disorienting Frank is getting his ass kicked again Billy is the only one not in a mask. Well. I thought you were better than this billy Holy shit this fight choreography I’m gonna be real pissed if Curtis dies Oh fuck frank just killed civilians FUCK. His desire for revenge killed innocent people. He isn’t any better than Billy ....and Curtis killed someone too. Yikes He was there the whole time. FUCKING billy. Krista is twisted as hell. And i hate her but i gotta kinda respect her for fucking going after what she wants (i reserve the right to change this opinion at a later time and i hope i get to) She’s trying to prove herself to billy..... but I’m not sure if she actually cares or if she just wants the satisfaction of knowing she helped. Fuck... frank is screwed.

#tps2 #tps2 spoilers #the punisher season 2 #the punisher season 2 spoilers #the punisher season 2 reactions #the punisher #marvel's the punisher #frank castle #billy russo #curtis hoyle #dinah madani #krista dumont #well fuck #long post #spoilers #spoiler

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thisguyatthemovies · 7 years ago

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Off the grid

Title: “Leave No Trace”

Release date: Was in theaters July 29, 2018; was released on DVD/Blu-ray and to streaming services Sept. 25, 2018

Starring: Ben Foster, Thomasin McKenzie, Jeff Kober, Dana Millican, Dale Dickey, Ayanna Berkshire, Isaiah Stone

Directed by: Debra Granik

Run time: 1 hour, 49 minutes

Rated: PG

What it’s about: A military veteran and his teenage daughter live off the grid in a public nature preserve in Portland, Oregon but are discovered and struggle as social services try to co-opt them back into society.

How I saw it: If “Leave No Trace” is not the best film of 2018, it’s on the short list. Director Debra Granik, who co-wrote with Anne Rosellini (based on the book “My Abandonment” by Peter Rock), has, in just her third feature film, given us a movie that pulls off a remarkable feat. It is serene and kind, moves at deliberate pace and is not bogged down with heavy dialogue and yet has so much going on underneath the surface and addresses some serious and sometimes uncomfortable subject matter.

“Leave No Trace” is the story of Will (Ben Foster), a military veteran who is suffering from PTSD. Uncomfortable with society and its chaos and trappings, he lives in a dense nature preserve just outside Portland, Ore. With him is his teenage daughter, Tom (Thomasin McKenzie), and the two, we assume, have been living off the grid for quite some time. Granik gives us little of their back story; the movie begins with scenes of Will and Tom simply surviving in a woodland setting. Tom’s mom is mentioned briefly, and it is implied that she died when Tom was too young to remember her. The rest of their story we pick up here and there, but much is left for viewers to fill in on their own.

Will and Tom are close. They enjoy the kind of bonding you might expect when two people are mostly isolated from others. They work well as a team at their makeshift camp, trapping rain water with tarps, whittling branches to help start fires, and practicing an escape plan should they be discovered by authorities (it is illegal to live in the public preserve). Will homeschools his daughter; he is by most measures a strong, caring, protective father. The two are close to civilization when the need arises. In one scene, they walk to town, visit a veterans’ hospital (for Will’s PTSD medications, which he sells to others living in the woods) and buy groceries. But it’s clear Will, at least, is not comfortable there, and they quickly retreat into the woods.

But is Tom happy in this situation? Are her needs being met? Is she too isolated from other people? She seems happy with her father, and she is a mostly equal partner in their survival. But does she want more? Granik leaves that open to interpretation at first, but it becomes clearer as the movie moves along. When Tom is spotted by a jogger and then police with search dogs find Will and Tom, we are left to wonder if Tom wanted to be discovered. She did not tell her father about being spotted, and she was supposed to as part of their protocol.

Will and Tom are taken to Portland and placed in the social services system. They are tested and questioned. Worse, they are separated. After being reunited, they are given a home to use, and Will is put to work on a Christmas tree farm. Tom wanders around the area and discovers a world new to her, mostly because it includes other people. She is more comfortable than her father with their assimilation into society. Will is hesitant to fill out social services paperwork. And when a social worker tells him he will need a phone, it marks a breaking point for Will, who seeks to take himself and Tom back to the woods. Throughout the rest of the movie, we see Tom start to pull away from the lifestyle her troubled father has chosen for her. In a sense, “Leave No Trace” is her coming-of-age story. Tom has been loyal to her father, but she starts to see how their life is not her life.

There’s much to like about “Leave No Trace,” but it is driven by outstanding performances by Foster and McKenzie. Their chemistry is remarkable. They seem like they really are father and daughter. Foster, one of the better actors working today, has become Hollywood’s go-to guy for edgy characters (“Hell or High Water,” “Hostiles, “The Mechanic”), and in “Leave No Trace” he clearly is disturbed, but this is a more subdued performance, matching the film’s tone. Expect to see more of McKenzie, 18, in much the way Granik’s first feature film, 2010’s “Winter’s Bone,” launched the career of Jennifer Lawrence. McKenzie is every bit Foster’s equal, portraying a girl who is strong during a situation that often leaves her bewildered.

The chemistry between Foster and McKenzie helps give “Leave No Trace” a remarkable sense of realism. At times, it plays like a documentary. A great documentary. The two lead actors worked with a survivalist to hone their outdoors skills. A scene in which Tom encounters a beekeeper features a real beekeeper, and she taught McKenzie how to deal with thousands of bees and not be fearful. When Tom meets a young farmer (Isaiah Stone), he invites her to a 4-H rabbit show, and the scene features real 4-H teens from Oregon.

“Leave No Trace” addresses some serious issues, but you might not notice at first. It is the type of film that asks far more questions than it answers. What more can be done to help our military veterans? If we were forced to live off the land again, how many of us could survive? Can and should the government dictate to parents how their children are raised even if their basic needs are being met? Are we as individuals free to determine how we live? Can we help those who have chosen an alternative lifestyle without imposing our will on them? What is the definition of “home” and “homelessness”?

Granik rightly assumes viewers can think and form opinions of their own, so “Leave No Trace” neither preaches nor offers any overt political views. That is among the many reasons this is a movie you will want to see. And should see.

My score: 97 out of 100

Should you see it? Most definitely.

#movies #movie review #movie recommendation #leave no trace #Ben Foster #thomasin mckenzie #debra granik

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beepbeeprichiellc · 7 years ago

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Under the Blood Red Moon

Summary: After a brutal change in Richie’s life he finds himself in quite a predicament. Every full moon he is doomed to change into the beast that tears at his sanity, his control slipping with each rise of the crescent planet. Eddie as well is dealing with a lot too, only for him the scars on his chest are a constant reminder that he is now bound to his best friend, and not in the way he necessarily understands.

A/N: So……….. yeah. This didn’t turn out as amazing as it was in my mind. I suck at writing sometimes. I had this idea, and now it turned into mush. Meh…mehhhhhhh. Here, just take it away from me now!!

Word Count: 4024 (oof, sorry.)

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The entire night had been a blur. He had watched Richie fall asleep in his bed, his body wrapping itself around him, keeping him pinned down. It was almost predatory, like he was protecting him from the darkness. Only when he finally felt his friend’s heavy breath on his own skin did he allow himself to slide from his grasp. The moon was painfully full, and he tried to ignore it’s lingering presence as he went about his tasks. It was simple things, packing an overnight bag, making sure that he left a note on the counter for his mother, even taking out the trash. Every movement seemed weighted although they were mindless tasks that took no sense of self to complete. He was floating, afraid that if his feet touched the floor, everything would fall apart. “He knows about you,” Richie had whispered one night leading up to his next change,” he wants you, needs you and I’m scared Eddie.”

He was scared too.

Light was just beginning to seep out past the horizon, the new day welcoming him like some kind of crude joke, he being the punch line. Eddie watched it from the edge of the bed, his back pressed against the wall, Richie’s curled figure a few inches from him. Today was the day, tonight there would be a full moon and Richie would change. The trashmouth he had spent every night with for almost a month was going to be ripped away, replaced by a monster. A monster, which if memory served, already had a taste of his blood. Would he survive the night? He had no idea, but he intended being there when the beast made his first appearance. After all, mates find one another. No matter what.

“E-Eddie?” A groggy voice called out, a shift in the bed making him flinch. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I’m watching the sunrise.” He replied in a whisper. There was no response but he could feel Richie’s gaze on him, begging for validation that Eddie couldn’t give. They had been fighting more often than not, arguing about the smallest things. A misplaced shirt here, a restless sleep there. Both were on edge, both at the end of their rope. Change was coming, they both could feel it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not really. They were best friends and now they couldn’t even have a conversation without yelling at each other. Eddie knew it wasn’t Richie’s fault, he was losing more and more of himself each day but it was hard to hold onto something that still was such a mystery.

God, what was he going to do when he saw it again? Cry? Scream? Run? Or maybe it would all make sense then, like a missing piece of a puzzle finally revealed to be under the couch the entire time. Maybe he would see the animal and understand why he had four scars across his chest, why he had these feelings for someone who hadn’t chosen him. Why he was up all night worrying about something that was completely out of his hands. All Eddie wanted to do was understand, and yet it was more like a far off dream than a tangable reality.

“Eds.” Richie’s voice made him jump in surprise, his hands biting into his pajama shorts without him knowing it. Slowly Richie pried his fingers, intertwining his instead. His skin was like fire, burning down all of the walls that Eddie had subconsciously built. “It’s going to be okay.”

“That’s my line.” He replied, smirking down at their connection.

“It’s so good, I had to steal it.”

“Thief.”

Richie grinned, the first genuine one in days. Eddie felt his heart swell, his head filling with a toxic high that seemed to consume him. He wanted to say something encouraging, something about having each other or having their friends. Anything to help the tension that had grown between them. Instead he spoke from his heart, saying the one thing they both didn’t want to hear. “I’m scared Richie.” This made the other boy sigh heavily, running his free hand though his matted hair. “I’m sorry, I know that’s not the right thing to say but I am. I’m scared.”

“I know.” He whispered, “I think we all are.”

Eddie tried to fight back the tears but they came anyway, trailing down his cheeks and splattering against the sheets. It had been so long since he had let himself feel anything and now that he did it was coming in waves. There was a silent moment where neither of them moved, surprised that Eddie even allowed himself to cry but then Richie pulled him in close, leaning back into the bed until they were laying with his arms around his small waist. Eddie cried against his chest, staining Richie’s night shirt.

“It’s okay.” Richie cooed, stroking Eddie’s hair. “I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you, understand? No matter what, I’m going to be with you.”

“Richie you can’t-”

“Yes I can.” His broken voice shook Eddie to the bone. “I’ll protect you. Please, let me protect you.”

You can’t protect me from yourself, Eddie wanted so desperately to say, but didn’t. Instead he stayed there in his friend’s arms, taking in their last moments together. Soon they would need to get up and meet the others to set up but as the sun rose higher in the sky they laid in bed, soaking up each others company as his tears dried.

It really had been a beautiful sunrise.

The house smelled like homeless body odor. It was just as run down as the stories, all of the windows were smashed out or boarded up, the roof was caving in and graffiti painted it different colors. It was like the one they had been forced in as younger children, only this monster was one of their own. Conversation severely lagged, the Losers were caving into themselves. Richie was like a walking zombie, shuffling behind the others.

“I think this will work.” Stan muttered, walking around in a giant circle. “We are actually going to pull this off.”

No one agreed, and Richie couldn’t bare the weight. He wanted to die, that would be better than this. His gaze caught Eddie, the small boy was hugging himself near the back of the house, his eyes scanning over all of the trash that littered the floor. He seemed so small and powerless, like he was going to shrivel up at any moment.

Richie could feel the sun setting, the sky becoming darker by the second. It was coming, the beast crawling just under his skin, reminding him of what was going to happen. He was terrified, and the burning in the back of his throat told him that he should be. Someone was talking but he couldn’t hear, the ringing in his ears filling his head instead. His heart was beating painfully hard, almost breaking his ribs. Oh god. He was going to kill them all.

“H-ey.” The soft touch to his arm brought him out of his trance, bringing Bill into focus. “Y-you okay?”

“Okay?” He repeated, tilting his head. “No.”

Bill flinched, recoiling back just a bit. Looking over his shoulder he watched the others speak to one another, saying something about precautions. “I kn-now you’re probably worried but y-you should know-”

“It’s not going to work you know.” He muttered, looking down at his feet. “All of the preparations, the planning, it’s all going to fall apart the moment I change.”

“M-maybe.” Bill sighed, shrugging. “But we have to t-t-try, if this doesn’t work then n-next time we will know what n-not to do. We will be m–more-”

“Next time?” Richie choked, thinking about going through all of thi again and nearly vomiting all over his friends shoes. “There might not be a next time. If I kill any of you, then that’s it. Game over, you’ll have to put me down.”

“You ar-aren’t going to-”

“Oh come one Big Bill, I’m not an idiot and I know for damn sure you aren’t. This thing is dangerous, just look at what it did to Eddie last time. Now it has a taste, and it wants more.” Glancing over to his friends he noticed the group pointing at things and nodding, all but Eddie inputting into the conversation. He looked so out of place, thrown into a world that he never wanted to be apart of. Richie heard it, in his sleep, the mumbled words that Eddie spoke in his sleep. The cries of pain, the whimpers and begging for it all to stop. He was sure he cried too from his own nightmares but whatever Eddie was dreaming of, it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows.

“R-Richie you have to stay posi-positive, Ben said that the th-thing feeds off of your emotions s-so you have to stay calm wh-while we-”

“Can you promise me something?” Richie blurted, not even trying to register what his friend had said. “Promise me that you’ll keep this thing away from Eds, keep him safe for me.”

“E-Eddie can take care of him-mself, he doesn’t need my protection.”

“Yes he does.” He growled, feeling a deep burn in the pit of his stomach. “This beast wants him and the moment he is released, Eddie is going to be priority number one.”

“What?” Bill snapped, standing a little straighter as he looked down on him, his eyes wide in surprise. “Why wouldn’t y-you tell us this? Th-this is kind of something y-you should have-”

“Eddie didn’t want you to know, he thought you would keep him from being here and you know how he can be when he sets his mind on something.” Richie defended, trying not to bite at his friend. “I wanted to tell you but he wouldn’t let me.”

“F-fuck.” Bill breathed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Th-this changes everything.”

“Hey guys?” Mike called from the other side of the room, bringing their attention to him. “It’s time.” Richie looked at Eddie, noticing him cower where he stood. He was frowning at the ground, his face pale and distant. More than anything he wanted to reach out and touch him, to embrace and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. This may be hard for him but god damn, he couldn’t imagine what was going through Eddie’s head right now.

“They’re too tight.”

“They are fine Eddie.”

“No they aren’t!” He hissed, trying to keep his voice even but it was proving difficult the more they prepared. Richie was being chained down to the floor, his hands being cuffed while his feet were bound by shackles. His stomach churned at the sight, the idea that this was going to do anything other than piss off the monster was laughable. “Look, his skin is irritated. It’s rubbing.”

“Relax okay? I’ll loosen them.” Beverly cooed, moving to adjust the metal for the fourth time. “I just thought that we would be better off if it was tight.”

“Don’t.” Richie barked, flinching before she could uncuff him. “It’s fine, it feels fine. Eddie is just being over protective, leave them tight.”

There was a bubble of guilt in Eddie’s stomach, his sad eyes watching the entire thing. He had been against this, Richie wasn’t a monster and it was unfair to treat him as such. Maybe he was being too protective and he didn’t want to be like this but it just came out, seeping from every pour like a nervous sweat. Beverly was looking at him for confirmation, trying to be gentle with the both of them and do her job at the same time. Eddie forced himself to nod, biting down on his bottom lip to keep the slew of curses at bay.

Beverly smiled softly, turning back to Richie. “Okay, Mike brought a collar and chain that they use for uh-sheep that become too hard to handle. Do you want-”

“No.” Eddie nipped, “That’s inhumane.”

Richie sighed, shaking his head. “Eds-”

“No, don’t Eds me. You are not a fucking animal, we are not putting a muzzle on you.” He snarled, his entire body shaking from frustration and nerves. “That’s where I draw the line.”

“I’m with him.” Stan muttered, scratching the back of his head. “That’s too much. Even if this work, a muzzle will do nothing more than piss it the fuck off.”

“Ok.” Beverly nodded, tossing aside the leather piece in her hand. She looked wrecked, they all did. It was nearly dusk, the day slipping past them like sand between their fingers. Eddie wanted to scream, everything building between their friends until it seemed that they could take no more. He could see the question in all their eyes, even in Richie’s. What happens now?

Fucking Christ.

“Now we wait.” Ben whispered, looking out to the sky. “I’d say fifteen minutes, tops.”

Eddie knelt in front of Richie, the others parting ways to give the two space. In that moment, he was grateful for the losers modesty and even more grateful for their change of heart. Originally it was supposed to be him who stayed, who faced the monster but the others fell into place. First Ben, then Mike and then all. He had fought it at first but in the fleeting moments before the rise of the full moon, he was happy that they were together because this may be the last time. Eddie had told no one, but he had no intentions of survival. None, but at least now someone would come for his body, take it back to his mother. They would be there at the end, and that was more than he could ask for.

“Eddie?” Richie whispered, adjusting himself on the hardwood floor.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think after we can go for waffles?” His joke was weak, the delivery hallow and sad. Stil, Eddie couldn’t help but smile. “Or pancakes because I forgot weirdos like you don’t like waffley goodness.”

“After this, we can go eat whatever you want.” Eddie muttered, shaking his head. “I’ll even take you to IHOP if you want, even though restaurants are just a cesspool of germs.”

Richie chuckled, “Same ol Eds.”

“Same ol Rich.” He whispered, his heart clenching.

“You fucking love it.” The trashmouth joked, licking his lips and wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “You totally want me, you’re more horny than you mother.”

“Beep beep asshole.”

Richie opened his mouth to respond only to be cut short by a gut wrenching cry. It was starting, the lanky boys body trembling with pain. Eddie said nothing, tears clumping against his lashes as he pulled his friend close, feeling the fire build under his skin. Richie thrashed and clawed against the touch, pulling at Eddie’s hoodie with an iron grip. The others were yelling at Eddie to move, to tear himself away but here it seemed that he was grounded, his words of encouragement falling on Richie’s deaf ears. There was a pull in his chest, his scars burning along his ribcage, he was crumbling along with him and soon they were both would be turned for the worse. Tufts of hair began to appear along the rips in Richie’s shirt, the chocolate coat a grim reminder that this was indeed happening. Claws were digging into Eddie’s skin, Richie’s muscles moving, expanding and bulking wildly. “I love you Richie.” He whispered, holding on for as long as he could. “I love you so much.”

There were strong arms on him then, pulling him away, he didn’t fight it and soon was across the large living room with the others. “Do you think the chains will hold?” Mike asked, helping Eddie to his feet. “Or do you think-”

His question was answered, the monster sharling and pulling the apart it’s bondage. It tore off of him instantly, pieces of metal spraying them. “Fuck!” Someone yelled, speaking for the entire group. Before the knew it, Richie was gone, replaced by a snarling, shaking animal whose attention had yet to reach them. If there was ever a moment to run, it was then. Beverly and Stan moving quickly, trying to get around to the front door. Their footsteps gave them away, and they only made it a few feet before tripping back to where they had been.

“Shit shit shit shit.” Stan sang, pulling at Bill’s arm. “We need to get out of here, shit shit-”

“Shut up.” Ben hissed, “Stop talking.”

The wolf let out a low growl, eyeing the kids with it’s empty gaze. Eddie knew he was sizing them up, trying to decide the best way to attack. In retrospect it was six against one, but that one out sized them by three times the normal ratio. It’s nails drug against the wood, the noise like nails on a chalkboard. Then, out of nowhere it pounced, it’s aim uncertain as it landed between the group. The losers stumbled back, giving room to the monster. His eyes caught sight of Eddie and it was all over.

“Fuck, m-move!” Bill cried, pushing against his back. “RUN!”

Everyone obeyed, hurring thorough the closest door before the monster had a chance to lunge again. It slammed in the animals face, shutting him off from them. Mike locked it, pressing his back to the wood with a heavy sigh. They all jumped when the first bang came, whimpered with the second. “What do we do now?” Beverly shrieked, her fingering biting into her scalp. “He’s going to break down the door!”

“We did not prepare well, what the fuck were we thinking?” Stan choked, frantically pulling at the piece of wood that was nailed to the window seal. “We are all going to die!”

“N-No we aren’t.” Bill said sternly, pulling a surprising weapon from the back of his pants. Eddie gawked in awe, the pristine metal making him sick. The others looked equally as shocked, only they weren’t the ones to voice it.

“A gun!” Eddie hissed, “You’re going to shoot him!”

“My fa-fathers. I t-took incase-”

“Are you crazy!” There was yet another pounding against the fragil barrier, the door bowing from the force. “That thing is still Richie! You’ll kill him!”

“Eddie this isn’t exactly the time for this argument.” Mike said, his eyes darting between Bill and the cracking door frame. “If we don’t do something then we are all going to be mauled to death!”

The small boy was speechless. There was a look in Bill’s eye, something between regret and determination. To them, that thing was a monster, and only a monster. It was life and death at this point and as the door fell to the dirty flor, Eddie knew that this was never going to end the way he had prepared for. The animal looked directly for his mate, and once he found him he moved quickly to retrieve what was his.

There was a gun fire, a whimper and blood. So much blood.

“Oh my god!” Beverly cried, screaming at the top of her lungs. Eddie’s ears rung, his heart breaking at the sight of the deep wound in the monsters right shoulder blade. The wolf bared its teeth, it’s paws dragging red crimson across the floor as its focus was broken, now staring at the boy who held the shaking weapon. Bill cocked back the hammer, closed his eyes and then-

Click.

“FUCK!” One of the others yelled, the animal advanced, the hair along it’s back raised and a deep growl ripping through the air. Bill backed up against the wall, the gun still lifted in defense. It was getting closer, the dripping saliva trailing down it’s snout. This was how they all died, fate had decided.

“Leave him alone.” Eddie barked from across the room, digging his heels into the ground. The other looked at him with wide eyes but he ignored their scorching stare. “I said leave him alone!”

This make the animals ears drop, his feet no longs advancing on its prey. Still its eyes remained on Bill, but its body reacted to Eddie’s stern commands. “W-w-what the fuh-fuck?”

Eddie took in a long breath, trying to calm his buzzing nerves. “Back down.” He snapped, trying to sound as loud and deep as he could, his throat burning with each word. When the monster didn’t move he stomped his foot. “Back down now!”

This time, he didn’t obey, whimpering pathedicaly as he limped over to where Eddie was. It was a sign of submission, his head lowering and eyes keeping to the ground. Eddie’s stomach dropped to the floor when the wolf laid down onto the ground, groaning loudly as it began to lick its wound. There was power in the act, something that Eddie tried desperately not to feel. This wasn’t something he wanted, but it now changed everything.

“I don’t understand.” Mike whispered, “What-”

“Animals always listen to their mates.” Ben said, a nervous chuckle following. “I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming, how could I have assumed that-”

“MATE?”

Eddie cringed. He looked over to Ben with heated eyes, haystack cringing in response. “Yes, mates. Richie and I are mates. That thing,” he pointed to where the monster lay, still tentatively working his blood soaked fur, “ marked me. When Richie touched me as human it competed the bond.”

“I-uh-wow. I mean I expected like a secret relationship but this? This is like out of a fucking fairy tail.” Beverly said, moving closer to Eddie, halted by a warning growl from the animal that looked up when she got near. “Or a nightmare.”

“I think you all should leave.” Eddie whispered, looking down in shame. “I don’t know how long it’s going to listen to me and I suggest you leave while you have a chance. I’ll take care of Rich when he changes back, come back after dawn.”

“Eddie-”

“Please.” He muttered under his breath, the wolf looking up for a brief second at the timid tone. “Just leave.”

There was some more protests, a few pleases and even one threat but eventually they all left. The house was quiet and Eddie felt trapped among its walls. When the sun finally awoke, there would be so much to do, so much to explain but now he wandered. There was a scraping noise behind him, nails against wood telling him that the animal wasn’t far behind but he tired to ignore it. Instead focusing on the lingering hours around them. It was dark, far too dark for his liking, the only light from the overly full moon outside of the run down house. God, would it have been easier to have just died instead?

Probably.

It was hard to think that only hours ago he was in Richie’s arms, safe. Now he was being followed by the reason behind his entrapment. He didn’t notice when he was no longer being followed, confused when he realized that he was now completely alone. A sudden panic ran through his veins like ice. “Fuck, hello?” What was he doing, the monster wasn’t going to answer him. He walked through the entire house, looking for any sign of his mate only to come up empty. “Shit, where are you?”

He found himself outside, looking at the woods around him. The trees were thick this far out, almost growing side by side. Eddie debated whistling, knowing that the monster was further from a dog than he was. Still he worried about what the monster was up to, worried about what he was doing. Sunrise was still hours away and he had lost track of his only responsibility. God damn it.

Before he could step off of the porch, a dark figure appeared from the darkness, the large silhouette matching the wolfs. Eddie sighed, thankful for his arrival. He smiled, unable to stop himself, only it fell when he noticed a few things.

One, the fur of the monster was black instead of brown.

Two, it’s eyes were dark and focused. Focused on Eddie.

Three, this wasn’t his mate.

Four, he was so screwed.

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Tattooed, Pierced, and a Runner?

Thomas x Reader Hey guys. My name’s Hollie. I am not new to the Maze Runner fandom. I have actually been a part of it since 2012 (books and movies) but I just never posted any fan fiction that I’ve wrote. But I saw a prompt request by @labyrinth-of-thoughts that really interested me. So here it is. My first published fan fiction. Hope you like it. P.S The tattoos mentioned (except the Star Wars one) are actual tattoos I have.

Word Count: 2622 words.

Contains: Mentions of nipple piercings, broken bones, and balls.

Prompt: Anyone want to write a fic of Loki, Steve, Thomas (Maze Runner), Gally (Maze Runner) or Stiles and a curvy, sporty chick with tatts (a star wars one too) and piercings (including nipple piercings)

It was the tenth day of the month which meant supplies and the day the new Greenie would come up in the box, had arrived. Since Thomas had come up in the box, he had been loaded with information. He’d been told the rules by Alby, introduced to some fellow Gladers, learnt somethings about the Maze from Chuck, pushed to the ground by Gally, and now here he was, at the Bonfire, next to Newt. Thomas didn’t like this place one bit. Nobody was answering his questions with the answers he needed. No one except Newt. Thomas was sat next to Newt, leaning against a log, talking about the runners. “you see those guys? There, by the fire? Those are the runners. That guy in the middle there, that’s Minho. He’s the Keeper of the Runners.” Newt told Thomas. Thomas looked over at the group of Runners. He could see Minho surrounded by multiple guys, all dressed in similar clothing; long sleeved tees, cargo pants, and running shoes. Next to Minho was a girl. “Who’s the girl?” asked Thomas, not taking his eyes off her. Newt chuckled, taking a swig of Gally’s juice. “That is Y/N. Came up her around a year ago now. Not like the rest of us you know. For one, she’s the only girl here. Second, she came up in the box, leapt out and punched Gally right in the face. Broke his nose and spent her first night here in the Slammer.” Thomas looked at Newt with disbelief.

“I didn’t just break his nose, I bust his lip open too.” A voice from behind Thomas stated. Thomas jumped with fright, clenching his chest from the sudden voice. Y/N quickly sat down next to Newt, taking the drink from his hands and gulping the rest down in one. “Oi, I was going to bloody finish that you shank” Newt whined. Y/N laughed, rustling Newt’s hair with her unoccupied hand. “Sorry Newt, you know I’ve been running all day. Been looking forward to this bonfire and, dare I say it, Gally’s homemade drink”. Thomas looked between the two, feeling slightly out of place. “You’re right love. Next time, I’ll get you a drink ready.” Newt said to Y/N, both sharing a smile. “So how long have you two been a couple?” Thomas asked the pair. Y/N quickly burst out laughing, holding her stomach as tears fell from her eyes. Newt looked at Thomas like he had just said that he had an extra leg. Thomas was confused, not knowing what he said that was so funny. Newt chuckles lightly. “Y/N and me? Mate, were like brother and sister that would be like- ““Incest” Newt and Y/N said at the same time.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know why but he felt a lot happier knowing Y/N and Newt weren’t together. Y/N wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Greenie, I’ve been here nearly a year now and not one of these shanks have caught my eye. I know I’ve caught most of their’s, but just cause I’m the only girl in this damn place don’t mean I’m going to be treated like klunk. You got that?” Y/N said to Thomas, pointing a finger towards his face. Thomas gulped shaking his head up and down. Y/N pulled back her finger and placed the mason jar onto the ground. Looking around the Glade, Y/N’s hands pulled the elastic out of her H/L, H/C hair. She tied it into a bun, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. “Aren’t neither of you shanks hot? This bonfire making me sweaty as hell.” Y/N complained. Thomas looked at Y/N’s face taking in her glistening features. Her E/C eyes were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. It appeared he had been staring for too long as Newt nudged Thomas, knocking him out of his trance. Thomas looked at Newt, a blush covering his cheeks. Newt smirked towards Thomas, quickly turning to face Y/N. “If you’re so bloody warm then take of that dirty long-sleeved top you’re wearing. You’re wearing your tank top underneath anyway. The shanks know not to stare. Not after you kneed Ben in the balls.” Y/N chuckled looking towards the two boys. Shaking her head, she lifted the long- sleeved top over her torso. Once it was completely off, she tied it around her waist and sat down with her legs crossed, facing the two boys and leaning on to her arms to the side of her. Thomas didn’t mean for his eyes to wander but they did. Her body was curvy. It was clear that she ran and took part in other fitness activities as her arms and legs both showed evident muscles. Her arms and collar bones were covered in tattoos. These caught Thomas’ attention. “What are they?” Thomas asked pointing towards some of Y/N’s body art. “Full of questions aren’t you Greenie?” Y/N said. Newt chuckled, wiping his hands on his trousers. Standing up he turned to face the two Gladers on the ground. “I’m going to bed. With the amount of tattoos Y/N has you’ll be here all bloody night hearing about them.” He said. Y/N and Thomas both laughed. Newt turned towards Thomas “Tomorrow you start trials to see which job you’ll fit best in. Don’t stay up too late Greenie, you need to be up early.” Turning around Newt waved goodbye, leaving Thomas and Y/N alone by the fire.

Thomas turned his body so that he and Y/N were now facing one another. Y/N scooted closer to Thomas. He could now see her tattoos more clearly. “These are my tattoos.” Y/N began. “I came up here in the cage just like the rest of them. Only I couldn’t remember my name. I actually didn’t remember it for another four days. But I did remember what all my tattoos were and what inspired them the minute I woke up.” Thomas pointed to the first tattoo he saw. It was a large tattoo on her left forearm. “What’s this one?” Thomas asked. Y/N looked down at the tattoo that Thomas had asked about, a large smile growing on her face. “That is my Star Wars tattoo. Before you ask what, Star Wars is, Star Wars is an epic science fiction franchise consisting of multiple movies, novels, comics, and tv shows. It is way too complicated and too much to explain if you’ve never seen it, but it is amazing. Thomas smiled at Y/N. He admired the way her eyes lit up as she spoke about something she loved. “It’s something that I am so happy I remember but also sad that I can’t share it with anyone else in here. I know Newt and Chuck would love Star Wars. Maybe even Gally would too. I could see Minho having the hots for Princess Leila because she is the most beautiful person in the galaxy.” Even though Thomas had no idea who Princess Leila was, he could argue against her statement. He was looking at the most beautiful person in the universe, let alone the galaxy. Y/N looked at Thomas to see if he was paying attention. “You listening because I’m just going to tell you about my other favourites and you can learn about the others another day, okay? Or else we will be here all night like Newt said.” Y/N stated. Thomas smiled. “That’s fine. We can talk more about the others another day. Tell me about your favourites. I am all ears.” Thomas told Y/N. A soft smile took over Y/N’s face. The idea that Thomas wanted to learn about all her tattoos made her happy. No one else except Newt and Minho had took time to listen to her ramble about them.

Y/N sat up and moved even closer to Thomas. Both of their legs crossed and bodies facing each other. “You ready?” Y/N asked Thomas. Thomas laughed and shook his head. “Yes, I’m ready.” He answered. Y/N pointed to her left wrist. “This one was my first tattoo. I remember that. I remember the pain I felt getting it but also how happy I was after. It says ‘Carpe Diem’ which means ‘Seize the Day’. It’s a quote from one of my favourite movies called “Dead Poets Society”. It reminds me to take every day and make it my own. I look at it when I am out in the Maze. I want to make my time in their important.”

Y/N moved her left arm and pointed at her right forearm. “This one is another movie tattoo. It seems that before the Glade, movies were an important part of my life. This one says ‘To die would be an awfully big adventure. I’m petrified of the idea of death. We don’t know whether we come back as something else or if that’s it. Maybe we just become worm food, or we end up becoming soldiers in the Great Skeleton War? Who knows? But having that on my arm. Seeing it everyday whilst living in here with these shanks. I know if I died tomorrow, my life would have been worth it.” She looks down a sad smile on her face. A single tear falls down her cheek. Without realising, Thomas immediately wipes it away. He pulls his hand back quickly and apologises. Y/N looks up at Thomas and wipes away her tears; replacing the sad smile with an enthusiastic one.

“We will discuss one more and then I’m calling it a night. I’ll even let you pick.” Thomas gulped. His eyes searched the visible tattoos across Y/N’s body. The one that caught his eye was on her left collar bone. Y/N took note of where he was staring. “That one says ‘Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten’. Seems as though I’ve always cared about family. Everyone in here is now my family in different ways. Newt is like my over protective brother. Alby is like a father figure. Chuck and Minho are those annoying brothers that you love and hate. Frypan reminds me of a grandfather figure. He may be young, but he has an old soul. Even Gally. Gally is that cousin that your forced to hang out with and pretend to like.” Thomas let out a loud laugh. Y/N soon joined in. Once their laughter died down Thomas asked Y/N, “Who am I?”. Y/N looked at Thomas. She looked deep into his eyes. They stared at each other for a long time before Y/N spoke once again. “I don’t know yet but you’re going to be part of this family as much as everyone else. Like I said, I don’t leave my family behind or forget them. Hard to forget the shanks in this place.” Y/N stood up stretching her back. Thomas followed her actions. Looking around he realised that all the other Gladers had headed to bed. The fire in front of the still burning. The began to walk side by side to the Homestead.

“Do you know where your bed is?” Y/N asked Thomas. Dread covered Thomas’ face. “I can’t remember. Chuck showed me, but the Homestead looks different in the dark.” He answered. Y/N turned to Thomas. “You can stay in my room for the night. I have one separate from the boys. Just in case any of the shanks try anything at night. Follow me.” Thomas didn’t deny Y/N’s offer. Just simply choosing to follow. Y/N walked towards the Deadheads. Just to the side of the entrance was a small hut. Y/N entered with Thomas following behind. Inside the small hut was a bed, slightly bigger than a single, a wardrobe, dressing table, and a lamp. “You can sleep in the bed. I’ll take the floor.” Y/N told Thomas, grabbing a pillow and throw blanket for herself. Thomas walked towards Y/N. “You take the bed. You’ve been running all day and had to deal with me for the past few hours. You deserve the rest.” He told her, grabbing the pillow and blanket from her hands. Y/N quickly snatched them back. “And you Greenie, have had a very traumatic day. Coming up in the box, learning all this shucking information, and dealing with not only Gally, but me talking your head of about my klunking tattoos. So, you’re having the bed.” “No. You’re having the bed” Thomas argued. The pillow and blanket continuously being tugged between the two Gladers. Both refusing to sleep in the bed for the others comfort. Y/N placed a foot back and pulled with all her strength, but Thomas one stronger. Thomas tugged the blanket one final time, getting it out of Y/N’s grasp. Only for Y/N to lose her balance, falling onto Thomas and knocking them both to the ground. They landed in a twisted pile of limbs and blanket. Trying to untangle himself, Thomas moved his arms; his hands brushing against something hard and small. A gasp left Y/N’s lips. “Hey Greenie!” Y/N shouted. Thomas looked over their tangled limbs and towards Y/N’s face. “Stop touching that.” She told him. Thomas looked very confused. “What is it?” He asked. Y/N rolled her eyes. She quickly untangled herself and pulled Thomas up. “That Greenie, was my shucking nipple piercing. It’s sensitive so don’t touch it you klunkhead.” Y/N told him. Thomas’ face turned a deep shade of red. He quickly fumbled with the blanket, picking it up from the ground. Y/N turned around and climbed into the bed, moving towards the side of the bed that was against the wall. “As neither of us is going to give up the floor, we will both sleep in the bed. No funny business and keep your hands to yourself. Now get in here I’m tired.” Once again, Thomas didn’t argue. He was already embarrassed enough. His first day and he had already fallen over trying to escape, gotten knocked down twice by Gally, and now he accidently touched the only girl Glader’s nipple. How shucking fantastic?

Thomas climbed into the bed, staying as far as possible from Y/N. He slowly began to close his eyes. They quickly opened again once he felt his arm being tugged. Y/N pulled Thomas into the middle of the bed. Their faces only separated by a few centimetres. She placed the blanket over the pair and tucked the pillow under her head. Silence surrounded them. Y/N closed her eyes. Thomas soon broke the silence. “Do you only have one nipple pierced?” Thomas asked. “No” she answered. “Two nipples pierced?” he asked again. Y/N still had her eyes closed. “If not one, then of course two. I haven’t got three nipples.” Thomas became red once more with embarrassment. “Now go to sleep.” Y/N told him. She snuggled deeper into the pillow. Silence. Until…. “Did it hurt?” Thomas spoke again. “Go to sleep.” Y/N demanded. Thomas took in a deep breath. Before he could ask the question once more Y/N cupped Thomas’ face. Her eyes open once again, moving herself till there were only a few inches between them. Thomas’ eyes moved between looking at Y/N’s eyes and her lips. “If you go to sleep right now.” Y/N said. “I will answer all your question about my nipple piercings and tattoos tomorrow. I promise. Now go to sleep.” Y/N pulled her hand back from Thomas’ face only for Thomas to grab it with his hand, intertwining their fingers. He placed their entwined hands between their bodies. “Okay.” He said with a smile on his face. Y/N closed her eyes, a faint smile taking over her face as well. Both slowly falling into the deep sleep they both need. “Maybe this place won’t be too bad.” Thomas thought before sleep finally took over.

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The All New All Different Abnormal Y-Team

Credits and Lyrics for Episode One of Days of Future Fuzz

starring:

Announcer - Jame B Kennedy Mombot/Narrator - Hannah Fairchild Professor Y - Diana Oh Doctor Lu - Daniel K Isaacs Y-Puter - Billy Griffin, Jr. Ellen Cantrell / Punchline - Lauren Shippen Pantagruel - Arian Moayed Jean Claude Diskette - Megan Dorn Nerd Flexly - Eryck Tait Ben Simmons - Carl Howell Meow Mix, the Cat with a Bow Tie - Rebecca Soler Fuzzo - Jared Loftin Adviso - Adam Chanler-Berat Feltina Guernica - Christina Pumariega Felt Trooper - Eryck Tait

written by Jonathan A. Goldberg music by Matt roi Berger recorded, mixed and edited by Marcus Bagala and Will Melones

FUZZ THE FUTURE

MOMBOT

It struck from the sky, like a fabric bolt, Turning hard men soft, turning all to felt. The mountains fluffed, the oceans yarn’d - And all was plush that once was hard! From the pillowy rubble, an empire rose Of felt and thread, of button eye and squeaky nose And on the Great Pyramid, there was Emperor Fuzzo Fuzzo calmed the Fuzzes and he gave them faith. Said ‘you’ll know but peace if you accept my reign.’ And yeah well, some they did, but some still curse his name. Not all was converted when the world went furry

Parts of east Africa, Chile and New Jersey The Fleshies kept the old ways and they keep up the fight They won’t submit to the velvet fist, no matter how it strikes! Fuzzo hunts down the Fleshies as he laughs from his throne. And with each passing day, his empire grows, Drawing power directly from the Fuzz deep below

Oh, oh oh…

But in the shadows, the whispers grow: If Fuzzo’s so strong, why’s his world not whole? Perhaps some chance for the Fleshies remains And so patient but eager they wait for that day!

Oh, oh oh…

People are living in a world of fuzz! Fleshies are fighting in a world of fuzz! One day it was normal but now it’s fluff’d up! It was fuzz it was fuzz it was fuzz it was fuzz!

Fuzz!

Yeah fuzz!

Yeah it’s fuzz!

Y TEAM! (TM)

PROF Y

Y stands for You, but who stands for Y? Who will fight for the rights of those caught in the cross fire Of our fuzzy lords, who desire our quiet demise?

We are stronger when we stand together We’re all still just standing, but the standing is better Come stand with us Ellen and be a protector Of those without hope - give them life!

We can stand up to the im-fuzzable! Rise up and touch those that think they’re untouchable! By touch I mean we’ll puncture their lungs, it’ll be Fun for us and for them quite uncomfortable.

But who will save us? Only the baddest and bravest!

The Y Team!

DR LU

Trademark!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team!

DR LU

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team! Oooo!

DR LU

Patented!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team!

DR LU

Certified!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team!

DR LU

Mailed it to herself!

PROFESSOR Y

The Y Team! Oooo! The Y Team.

DR LU

Intellectual property!

ELLEN

Did you just trademark every time -

PROF Y

You can never be too safe, Ellen. Sign these personality rights waivers for your, image, likeness, and traits. Look. When you come up with a cool and totally original idea.

DR LU

COMPLETELY ORGINAL.

PROF Y

In any media.

DR LU

Living or dead.

PROF Y

Plus t-shirts, posters, cross platform multi-media, possible spin-off’s …

DR LU

Y-Factor, Y-Force, Y-Statix, Y-Vengers, Yustice League –

Y-team congregate! Role call! Pantagruel!

PANTAGRUEL

Haha! Half man, all Sasquatch! I’m a cutthroat with a fur coat the color of butterscotch! Born in Iraq to my CIA mom - who Left me in an orphanage to go fight Saddam!

I’ve got super strength and feelings of neglect.

ELLEN

This guy’s pretty cool.

DR LU

Just wait and see who’s next! Jean Claude Diskette!

JEAN CLAUDE DISKETTE

Bon jour! Oh no, you see, I am afraid There’s been un petite, well, um, how do you say… Miss… Communication? Based on my name-

PROFESSOR Y

JCD your too humble! Ellen, let me explain

She may be modest, but she ain’t no slacker! With a name like Diskette, she’s a master hacker!

JEAN CLAUDE DISKETTE

No! Ce n’est pas …

PROFESSOR Y

Next!

DR LU

Nerd Flexly!

NERD FLEXLY

Nerd Flexly flex cuz he is mad! Nerd Flexly like do math and smash!

PROFESSOR Y

If I may step in again:

He was the world’s greatest Gym rat til one fateful day He was bit by radioactive Nerd and gained The proportional strength And stamina of a Nerd Now he crunches numbers While crushing skulls and protein shakes!

NERD FLEXLY

What she said

DR LU

Ben Simmons!

BEN SIMMONS

That’s right! I know! Here’s my headshot.

ELLEN CANTRELL

Uh…

BEN SIMMONS

You recognized me from my Baretta guest spot.

ELLEN CANTRELL

No…

BEN SIMMONS

My claim to fame is playing Mike Brutality For seven and a half seasons on NBC!

I played a tough guy who made some arrests…

ELLEN CANTRELL

That’s, cool. I guess.

PROFESSOR Y

Last, not least is my *special guy!* Who will hold the team together in our most trying times:

He’s Meowmix! Meowmix! Cat with a bow tie!

ALL

Meowmix! Meowmix! Cat with a bow tie! Meowmix! Meowmix! Cat with a bow tie!

PROFESSOR Y

Y Stands for Yes, so what do you say? Our team needs a leader who’s clever and brave. Also we’ve got some stuff planned for later today So if you could just let us know

ELLEN

You want me to lead this menagerie Of has-beens and no ones? I’ll have to say “pass,” you see - I’m no team player. I owe you no favors. And I’ve always worked alone.

Alone…

PROFESSOR Y

Ellen please! It’s time for you to discover What it means to be a hero for others. Alone we fall, but together, with numbers, We’re a force for good, for hope in this struggle.

I know you feel it, So come join a team that you can believe in!

ALL

The Y Team! The Y Team! The Y Team! Ooo! The Y Team!

DR LU

Trademark!

ALL

The Y Team!

DR LU

ALL

The Y Team! Ooo!

DR LU

Legally protected by the Lanham Act!

ALL

The Y Team! The Y Team! Yeah! We are we are we are we are we are a TEAM!

Y TEAM? BECAUSE TEAM!

ELLEN

Can it be? A team for me? I’ve always been alone… Never got around to making pals Inside of the Bone Zone

But now, a team to call my own? A chance, a hope, a family? And, maybe, finally, a home!

Why Team? Because Team! Because Team! Yeah!

Y Team! Because Team! Because Team! Yeah!

Alone no longer, together we’re stronger! A brand new team that will fight for the honor Of those ‘neath the yoke of these puppety monsters, Strike fear when they hear our name…

Better together, I know we’ll achieve our goals! Supporting each other - we’ll be undefeatable! Give hope to all, of freedom conceivable! We’ll beat those puppets and rip ‘em new fuzz holes!

Come fight beside me! One plus you all equals we!

ALL

Y Team! Because Team! Because Team! Ooo!

Y Team! Because Team! Because we are we are we are we are we are a TEAM!

THE GREAT FELT PYRAMID

FUZZO

When I was of the flesh - A soft and simple kid - My father poisoned me said, ‘It’s better to be dead than different.’ So I strangled him.

Now, I’m no different since the bomb. I brought a soft and fuzzy dawn. But I forgot that night comes next, Then dawn and night a million times spin on. One big disappointing sprawl.

Maybe if I’d died I’d have been memorialized No blame, my name forever lives my life…

But now: ever thing that frays - “It’s your fault!” my people say. I gave peace and I waged war, It’s not enough, there’s always something more. Something ripped or something torn.

And maybe if I’d died I’d have been immortalized As martyr of this paradise, Divine and not despised half of the time.

I thought crushing all my enemies would bring delight… It did. But now I’m bored, Cuz there’s no one left to crush anymore!

I see a world, soft as a hug… My arms can’t reach, they’re not enough… Maybe the credits should have rolled Over me a long, long time ago…

Maybe if I’d died, I’d have been immortalized. Instead I think they wish me dead. But maybe they’re all right.

Cuz all my fuzzin’ dreams Are splitting at the seams. I think I need to wake up, Or else I’m gonna break apart, I think.

I’m gonna rip apart, I think…

This pyramid’s so high... This pyramid’s so high… Maybe I could wake up if I tried…

I was of the flesh A soft and simple kid Now I am my father’s age, I thought I understand what to do next.

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