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Drunk Antics

Mark Lee X Reader, ft. Johnny | Smut, Fluff | 5.8k | College AU

Summary: After being caught having sex with your previously virgin boyfriend, you thought Mark and your brother Johnny would never get along. That is until your boy comes back to your room in the drunkest state he’s ever been after a short trip to the bar with his Johnny-hyung, asking you to try new tricks he’s learned from the Master of Sex.

Sort of a continuation from Our First Time but can be read separately.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, drunk unprotected sex. For the sake of the very little plot there is, Mark is intoxicated in this fic so his consent may be unclear. Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.

“You forgot that you borrowed his AirPods?!” Your boyfriend is shrieking in whispers, doe eyes shaking in fear and horror as he kneels on your bed, trying to shamelessly hog every inch of your blanket to cover his body.

Mark is so drowning in panic that he doesn’t even notice that you, in fact, are still naked. “I was going to use them before to work on my assignment,” you try to reason, “but then you came so I kind of forgot about them.”

“Kind of?!” He screeches. “I agreed to have sex with you because I thought you were sure that he had his AirPods on!”

You stare at him flatly. “You’re making me feel like I just took advantage of you.”

“I am feeling like you just took advantage of me!”

“You just lost your virginity, I think you have to thank me instead.”

“Babe,” Mark grabs both of your shoulders, staring with wide eyes as if there’s a ghost lurking behind your back but he’s trying his best to calm you down (though he’s pretty much shitting his own pants). “You should’ve remembered that you took his AirPods. He heard us.”

“Mark,” you imitate his tone mockingly, taking a hold of his shoulders in the same manner. “It would’ve been super weird if I thought about my brother when I have my hot boyfriend rubbing his dick against my ass.”

Distracted, a sheepish smile forms on his face. “You think I’m hot?” But he shakes himself awake on the next second, going back to yanking out his hair with both hands. “No, wait—what am I going to do—your brother heard us having sex—I can’t—”

“I heard my brother having sex all the time.” You shrug nonchalantly. “Sometimes even when he’s alone in his room, which is gross.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT—”

“Guys?” Johnny’s knocks on the door are becoming more impatient. “I swear to God, if you two go back to sucking each other off, I’m going to throw Mark under the bus and run him over myself.“

Mark’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Did you hear that?!”

You roll your eyes in response, reaching out to the table beside your bed and snatch Johnny’s AirPods from inside the drawer. “Here,” you hand it over to Mark.

Your boyfriend reacts as if you just handed him a bowl of hot lava and he fumbles with his hands, shoving the AirPods back to you with so much horror in his eyes. “Why are you giving me this—no—no—”

“Mark, honey.” You gently smile, pushing the thing back in the most motherly way you can manage. “I’m covered in cum—your cum, in case you forgot—and you’re hogging all the blanket—“

“No—”

“Also, I’m sweaty and gross. Can you please be a man for once and let me take my shower? You can still join me afterward.”

“Babe!” You can tell he’s about to throw up out of fear but he’s just so cute, you can’t help but keep teasing him about it. “This is not fair—he’s going to kill me! And what do you mean ‘for once’, am I—“

“Okay, guys, any day now.” Your brother, Johnny, calls again from the other side of the door. “If one of you don’t come out and hand me back my AirPods in the next ten seconds, I am literally going to call the police.”

Mark nearly jumps out of his own skin. “What?!”

“Oh, shut up, Johnny,” you shout back, mouthing calming words to your boyfriend who looks like he’s seconds away from fainting. “You’re not going to do that and we both know it!”

“But I am going to call our Mom.”

“That he might do,” you say, wincing a little at Mark. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower.” You lean forward to give him a peck on his cheek. “Good luck, babe.” And you sprint off to the bathroom inside your room, all while holding out your best not to cackle loudly.

“Where are you going—Baby, get back here!” You can hear Mark protesting in whispers, but you just send him flying kisses and a wink, and shut the bathroom door behind you.

Mark’s soul is leaving his body, he can feel it. And that’s okay, because Johnny is going to kill him anyway. But when the older man really starts to count to ten, Mark jumps out of the bed, tripping approximately three times as he tries his best to dress himself back in his own clothes while muttering the words “shit” and “fuck” repetitively under his breath.

When he’s sure he looks less fucked than before, Mark opens the door, breathing hard as if he just did the worst workout in his life.

“H-hey,” Mark starts, attempting to throw his best look-at-me-I’m-a-good-boy-who-did-not-just-fuck-your-sister-when-you-were-around smile at the other man. “How’s it going, man?” His voice breaks in the middle of his line and he winces as he tries to calculate the least painful death options he can commit.

Johnny unenthusiastically gazes back at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m… smiling at you?”

“Don’t. You look like a serial killer.”

“S-sorry, I’m—“ Mark’s eyes start searching everywhere but Johnny’s eyes as he feels his own feet turning into jelly. “I guess I’m nervous.”

“Nervous? Why?” Johnny places his hands inside the pocket of his jeans, looking way too intimidating for your boyfriend to handle. “Because you just had sex with my sister while I’m in the house?”

Mark’s jaw is almost dislocating from his face from how wide he opens his mouth. “I—I, umm—“ He clears his throat, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead. “S-so, you really heard us, huh?” He tries to laugh it off, which he soon regrets from the way Johnny’s eyes are throwing daggers at him.

“Yeah, well,” Johnny shrugs, “My ears don’t have on-and-off buttons that I can switch whenever I want. I used to have my AirPods to do that job, but she borrowed them to help her concentrate while doing her assignment.” He gives out a sly grin, almost mockingly. “Little did I know that her assignment was you.”

If he didn’t feel like dying before, Mark is sure as hell feeling it now. “I’m so sorry—I swear, she told me you had them—I also thought you were downstairs—“

“Yeah, I do go upstairs from time to time, you know, ‘cause my room is over there,” he dully replies, nudging his head to the end of the corridor, where his room is located next to yours.

Mark’s entire body shudders in horror. “Dude, I didn’t know—I thought that was a storage room—oh God—”

“Don’t call me dude. I’m not your dude.”

“Fuck—sorry, you’re right—I’m—“ He’s hyperventilating by this point. “Is there any place in this house where I can kill myself?��

“You can try jumping off my balcony,” Johnny answers in the most casual way that Mark begins to question whether he’s really being serious about it.

“G-great, I’ll put that in my options,” is all Mark has to say. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing, bud.” Johnny yawns, offering one hand to the other man which Mark stupidly enough stares in confusion before he takes a hold of it and gives it a sweaty handshake. Johnny switches his gaze from Mark’s face to their hands before he brings back to stare at him straight in the eyes and says, “My AirPods, you idiot.”

“FUCK—“ Mark is so embarrassed that he stumbles on his feet, knocks the side of his head against the door frame, and does a silent scream when the pain jolts to his entire body.

“Man, I wish I had my phone ready to record all of that,” Johnny comments.

Mark is too much in pain to recognize his mumbling. He fumbles with the AirPods in his hand, shoving them to Johnny’s chest. “Shit, I don’t know why I thought you wanted a handshake—here—oh my God—I’m so sorry—“

Even Johnny seems a little bit amused at his antics by this point. “Thanks,” he says, tucking the AirPods inside the pocket of his jeans. “You have some time to spare?”

Mark gulps. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Not until the end of the day.” Johnny says, and Mark laughs a little bit too loud and a little bit too hard and by the way Johnny smiles, he still can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. “Come on, let’s go have a drink.”

“Umm I-I don’t think I should—“

“Not a request, Mark.”

“Yes sir, on my way!” And he knocks himself once again against the door frame as he rushes forward to follow his steps.

“Also, Mark?”

“Yes?”

“Your shirt’s inside out.”

***

“Mark?” Your voice is answered by the silence of your room. You’re feeling a little bit dizzy from the hot shower you just took. You took a bit long in the bathroom, waiting for Mark to come and join you with a cute pout on his lips and tears in his eyes (that’s how you imagined him to be anyway) but your boyfriend, it turns out, was not even in your room. You put on your clothes—a knitted navy blue sweater with sleeves a little bit too long for your arms and a simple pair of jeans—and head downstairs, searching your house but nobody comes to answer. Sighing, you go back to your room and try to call his cellphone but immediately feel disappointed when his ringtone comes from under the bed.

“Great, he forgot his cellphone,” you mutter to yourself, picking his phone up and throws it on the bed. “Did he really run home without telling me?” The image of Mark panicking and running away from your house like his life depends on it sure does look like it’s something he does out of shame. But judging by how great your previous sex activity was, you figure that he’s probably going to go back to you sooner or later. He also has his phone to retrieve anyway.

So it’s time for you to actually get some work done. There’s no other reason for you to run away from your goddamn thesis and the day is getting late. After having some ramyun for dinner, you finally begin working on your assignment.

It’s hard to start, but a few minutes after you get your head to it, you start losing track of time. You’re finally done with your work (most of it anyway), already closing your laptop and place it back on your backpack, when your door abruptly swings open, showing your boyfriend’s face with the biggest grin on his face.

“Baby, I’m home,” he says in a sing-song voice, a bit slurry and a little high pitched. Before you can say anything—too busy trying to figure out how high he is judging from the dopey look on his face—Mark is giggling and walks closer to you. “You know,” he says, placing a hand on your desk and leaning close enough for you to know that he reeks of alcohol. “I just had the greatest day of my life today. And it’s all because. of. you.” He pokes your nose repetitively between every word.

“Mark—“

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Do you want some pancakes, because man, I’d love some pancakes—“

“What, are you drunk?” The answer is obvious but you ask anyway.

“No, I’m Mark.” He grins, chuckling at his lousy joke.

“You are so drunk.”

“And you,” he snickers, pinching one of your cheeks, “are so cute~”

You swat his hand away. “Where have you been?”

“I went to a bar with your brother,” he giggles again, playfully massaging your shoulders. “He’s so coooool~”

“What?!”

“Yeah, he’s, like, so tall and, like, so fit.” You can’t believe you’re hearing your boyfriend fangirling over your brother. “And he knows a lot of stuff—like, a lot a lot.”

You certainly have to kick Johnny in the shins after this. “How—why—I thought you were—“

“Babe, you’re rambling.”

You can’t believe you’re turning into him, so you clear your throat and try again. “How drunk are you exactly?”

“Drunk enough to know that this,” he stops to pick up the fishbowl you placed on the bedside table—where Marky the Goldfish is sleeping with its eyes open—and lifts it up to his face, “water cannot be drunk but drunk enough to contemplate about doing it.”

You make a face. “Leave Marky alone.”

“Why did you name it after me?”

“Because it’s dumb. Like you.”

“Huh, can’t really argue with that.” He snorts, placing the fishbowl back to the table and tripping on his feet as he does so—spilling some water from the side but thank God, your fish is safe and alive, though probably also a little bit drunk because of that sudden… turbulence.

“Oops,” he giggles, “Sorry, Marky.” He doesn’t look regretful in the slightest. You stare at him in silence, unconsciously judging him with all you have and usually, he would start becoming nervous and fumbling with his words but now, he just looks at you like you’re the best thing that ever happened to him and rushes forward.

“Man, I love you.” He tackles you into a hug, almost sending you toppling down your chair, “I love you so much. Have I said that today?”

This is certainly not the way you imagined your first confession to be like, especially coming from Mark who’s usually shy and too childish to admit his feelings. “No, you haven’t,” you retort. “Ever.”

“What, really?” His eyes are perfectly round and wide, actually surprised about it. “Shit, I’m sorry. Come here.” He pulls you up to your feet, cradling you into his arms, hands flailing all over your body before they finally rest on your waist. “I can’t believe we had sex and I didn’t even tell you that. I’m so sorry.” He leans back, putting some space between you so he can stare directly into your eyes. “I love you. I’ve always been for a while. I’m so in love with you that I can barely concentrate whenever you’re around.”

You wish he wasn’t drunk out of his mind because those words, those lines, could have been so romantic but even though he looks romantic, you’re not sure whether he’s being one hundred percent conscious about it.

“Okay, let’s talk about this again when you’re sober.” You tap his cheek with one hand and pinch it when he whines. “Have you even taken a shower yet?”

“Yeah, this morning.” He smiles dreamily at you, kissing the inside of your palm. You can’t believe how bold and greasy he becomes when he’s drunk. “And yesterday. And the day before that. And—”

“Okaaaay.” You shut him up by placing your hand above his mouth, which he licks like a little puppy, earning a surprised yelp from you. “Mark!”

“Babe!” He imitates before throwing himself to the bed, laughing at your face. “Come here, join me in my bed.”

“That’s my bed.”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. “I don’t think you can go home at this state. Your mom would kill me.”

“But I’m already home,” he says, crawling toward you until he kneels at the edge of the bed, face to face with you. “Home is wherever the heart is, right? And my heart is with you.”

You curse yourself inwardly for having your heart flutter at his embarrassing line and you hate yourself even more when he notices you’re blushing.

“Whatever. Just take a shower and get some sleep.” You walk back to your desk, flipping around the pages of your textbook. “I still have two chapters to read.”

You can hear your boyfriend huffing behind you, but try your best to ignore him. It’s an impossible feat, it turns out, when Mark sneaks up behind you, circling his arms around your shoulders and peppers few kisses down the side of your neck.

“Mark—“

“You smell so good.” He inhales deeply, burying his nose in the strands of your hair. Standing up, you turn around to face him so you can protest and push him away but the look on his face makes you freeze.

“You’re so cute,” he says, running his hand up from the curve of your neck to cup your cheek. “And You’re so pretty. And hot. You’re so…” He begins staring at your lips, eyes unfocused. “Hot.”

You can tell it’s coming but when he kisses you, almost hungrily, it feels like he’s snatching your breath away. “Mark, wait—”

“Not waiting,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling your hand over his shoulder so you’re forced to lean your entire weight against his chest. Mark’s calloused hands travel down your body, wrapping both against the back of your thighs and lifts them up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You follow his lead though still not entirely convinced that you should continue this.

Mark kicks your sliding chair away with one leg and places you down on your desk. He roughly pushes all your papers and textbooks to the end of the table, making enough space where you can sit facing him, with your legs tangling around his waist.

You have spent a decent amount of time kissing Mark over the months you’ve been dating, but only now that you have the chance to kiss him when he’s drunk and you’re aware just how much you’ve been missing.

The drunk version of Mark Lee unexpectedly kisses much more slowly compared to the sober version of Mark Lee, and if you thought fast, passionate kisses were hot, then these slow, deep kisses are sending actual shivers down your spine.

Mark has his right hand cupping your cheek, rubbing comforting circles on your skin with his thumb, while his other one is around your waist, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater. He angles your head to the side, and his parting lips fit like a perfect puzzle piece with yours. There’s a shy trace of his tongue along your bottom lip, as he nibbles at it slowly and he lets out this small moan as he does it as if it’s something he’s been wanting to do for years and just finally able to do it now.

He tastes like alcohol and you’re not particularly fond of it but the more he kisses you, the more you think it doesn’t matter because he still somewhat tastes like how Mark usually does and you always love the way he tastes on your tongue.

He drags your chin down with his thumb, tasting you a little bit deeper and as he presses his hips against yours, his breathing becomes ragged and you just realize that you probably have a kink for all of this stuff because holy mother of God, this is just so hot.

“Mark,” you sigh as he moves away to kiss your ear, warm lips pressing against your earlobe. He hums in a low, breathy voice that you’ve never heard him do and it makes your stomach flip. “Mark, you’re drunk.” It’s more like a reminder to yourself because you know that as the sober one, you have to put a stop to this but what can you do when he has his tongue tracing against your skin and his soft moans vibrating through your ears?

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling away a little so you can see his eyes and fuck, it’s the biggest mistake you’ve made today—bigger than forgetting that you borrowed Johnny’s AirPods. His eyes are half-lidded, utterly filled with lust and the way he licks his bottom lip as he stares at you has you breathless. He leans closer, as if he’s about to kiss you again, and whispers, “Don’t you want me?”

You remember that you said the same thing earlier to him that day and it makes you think how karma is a fucking bitch. You secretly wonder whether you have the same effect on him because Mark is being so irresistible right now and he successfully makes you throw all of your reasoning to the back of your head.

“Fuck this,” you claim under your breath, pulling him down to you by the neck and crush your mouth together. You can feel your boyfriend smiling into the kiss, and the sounds of your wet kisses make your heartbeat go crazy.

“Take off your shirt,” you command, already grabbing the end of his shirt and struggling as you try to pull it over his head. Mark helps, chuckling a little bit and when it’s off, he has his lips against your neck again. His teeth are prickling against your skin, sucking it until it’s bruised and you have to remind yourself to be angry about it later—because you have classes tomorrow and what if anyone sees that nasty hickey on your neck?—but right now, you just want him to mark you over and over again.

Mark starts to unbutton your jeans, pulling the zipper down and you use your free hand and legs to shake your pants off. It’s not easy, and you almost kick your boyfriend in the face while doing so, but he laughs it off and kisses you again. You can tell how hard he is when he presses himself against you, and you’re eager to put him out of his misery but he suddenly pulls away, saying, “Wait, let me do this first,” and he kneels on the floor, his face right between your legs.

You can feel your breath hitched when he runs his fingers on the inside part of your thighs, his lips follow soon after. He slips his fingers around the edge of your panties and pulls them down. You suddenly feel so exposed to the way he’s looking at you so you pull the end of your sweater down, trying to cover your thighs as much as you can.

“Why are you so shy?” Mark says, taking your hand away and pressing his lips against your palm. His eyes never leave yours and they twinkle in the most teasing way. “You weren’t shy about this before.”

“Stop looking at it too much,” you reply nervously, can’t help but to blush about it. “I feel weird.”

Mark chuckles, airily and soft. “Sorry, I just didn’t have the chance to really see you before,” he explains, one hand unconsciously rubbing your thigh, trying to calm you down. “Can I eat you out?”

Sober Mark will definitely not say anything like this—hell, sober Mark will probably faint just thinking about saying stuff like this—which is why you’re becoming even more nervous and excited at the same time.

“Baby?” Mark calls, smiling softly. “I kind of asked you a question.”

Fuck me. “Yes,” you breathe out, and you realize he was just messing with you before but who the fuck cares right now.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mark, please.” You can hear yourself whining and you hate yourself for it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Please eat me out, Mark.”

He smiles in the sexiest way that you don’t think it’s possible—like seriously, who is this guy?—biting his lower lip as he does so and if he keeps doing that, you figure he doesn’t even have to eat you out to make you come undone.

He presses his lips near your heat, whispering, “Good girl,” before he places his mouth on the exact spot you want him to be.

“Fuck,” you hiss, biting your own lip as you see his head move between your legs. Mark has his eyes closed, repeating what he has learned earlier that day and does the thing you like the most. When he locks his eyes with yours, you almost choke out a sob.

“Mark,” you try to keep your voice down in whispers but Mark is so good that it feels much easier to work on your goddamn stupid thesis rather than holding back your moan.

“Mmm.” The way he moans at the back of his throat as if he’s having the best time of his life makes you weak and you press your thighs together without knowing. Mark places his hands on each side of your thighs and spreads your legs wide apart, allowing himself to be even closer and making you feel way more exposed. You have to grip your desk with both hands to keep yourself from falling.

“Okay, no, stop—“ You find yourself breathing hard, pushing him back by the shoulder and he raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Was it not good?” He asks and you curse inwardly.

“Mark,” You grab him by the silver necklace he has around his neck, pulling him up so you’re face-to-face. “I’m about to come, what do you think?”

“Really?” He looks impressed with himself. “Then, why did you stop me?”

You tangle your legs around his waist, bringing him close and grind your hips against his. “You know why.”

Mark’s thin lips part in a silent moan, whispering, “Fuck,” under his breath but he tries to keep his composure. “No, I don’t,” he says, teasing you though he doesn’t look like he’s able to hold himself back long. “Babe, I literally just lost my virginity a few hours ago. You have to tell me what you want.”

“Mark.”

“Babe.”

You scowl at him and scowl harder when he has this shit-eating grin on his face, and if your eyes could throw daggers, he’d be in so much pain right now. But Mark is making a sound between a giggle and a snort, which is rather cute but you still kick him in the stomach for playing with you at a time like this. “Mark, come on! I want you to fuck me!”

He takes a hold of your thigh, leaning down to place kisses under your ear. “And where do you want me to fuck you, exactly?” He whispers, purposely making an mmm sound as he sucks on your earlobe. “Should we move to the bed?”

“No, fuck, just do it here.” You unbuckle his belt, pushing his jeans and boxer down to around his thighs, low enough for you to stroke his member and position it toward your entrance. “Mark, just put your cock inside me.”

It seems like he’s beginning to lose his mind over how desperate you are actually begging him. You guide him toward you, making sure he’s not doing anything wrong and when he pushes inside, you just have to bite on his shoulder to muffle your moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, eyes closing shut as he grips on your thighs, nails sinking into the skin almost painfully. “I couldn’t remember whether you were you this tight before but—oh God—”

His movements are still a bit sloppy, but soon he finds the pace you both like and maintains it. When he sees you throwing your head back in pleasure, he grins to himself and lifts your sweater up to your chest. You help him take it off, unclasping your bra with so much effort as he continues pounding into you.

He’s so consumed by the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down matching his thrusts until he can’t take it anymore. “Babe, can I go a little bit rough?”

“Wha—fuck!” It’s your luck that you don’t slam your head against the wall from the sudden force Mark is thrusting into you. He has his mouth on your breast, moving his hips much quicker than before, and moaning your name several times under his breath. The desk is clearly making a sound as it bumps against the wall but you don’t care—your parents are out of town and Johnny already heard you two before anyway. You can just apologize to him tomorrow.

Mark suddenly changes position, lifting one of your legs up in the air while keeping the other down so he can slide in deeper. “Johnny-hyung told me to try this,” he says with a smirk on his face. He’s breathing quite hard, just like you. He kisses the side of your ankle once before he lays your leg on his shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

When he moves his hips again, with so much force that you have to hold on to the table, you’re pretty much just screaming his name. Mark’s bangs are sticking to his skin as beads of sweat start to form on his temple, and he pushes his hair back with one hand, chanting your name like a prayer and recording every expression you make in his mind.

You can handle his movements but you’re sure the skin around your waist is going to bruise tomorrow from how hard he’s holding you. You’re getting distracted by the way the muscles on his abs flex with every movement that it catches you off guard when he suddenly says, “I love you,” between his soft moans. You shudder at his words, leaning forward to wrap your fingers around his arm, begging for support. “Mark, you’re not fair—“ The rest of your sentence dies when he hits the spot that makes you see stars.

It’s a little bit embarrassing for you, the much more experienced one, to come undone before he does but Mark doesn’t stop, even if you beg him to. “Hold on to me,” he says, smashing his lips against yours and adding, “Just a little bit more, baby,” between kisses.

When he’s finished, your back and legs are aching so much that he has to carry you onto the bed. Mark shakes his pants off before he slides under the blanket next to you. He asks whether you want to shower and you shake your head. “Tomorrow. I can barely stand right now, to be honest,” you comment which earns a light chuckle from him.

You both sigh out loud, staring at the ceiling and trying the process what the fuck just happened.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I know it’s bad for your health, but do you think you can get drunk more often?”

He giggles at that, turning to his side so he can face you. He looks so sleepy and you let him caress your face with his fingers with the little energy he has left. “Thank you for today,” he says, smiling dreamily. He leans closer to press your temples together, rubbing the tip of his nose to yours in a childish manner before he kisses you softly. He drifts off to sleep soon after.

When you wake up the next morning, still naked and gross from the night before, you realize that yes, small purplish bruises are forming on the skin of your thighs, waist and for sure, your neck. You look to your right, seeing your boyfriend still sleeping soundly with his stomach pressed against your bed and his lips slightly parted. You don’t have the heart to wake him up, but your parents can come home anytime soon and they cannot catch the two of you looking like this.

“Mark,” you softly call, placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing his skin with your thumb. “Mark, wake up.”

He groans, turning his face away from you. You tap his shoulder, run a hand through his dark locks and still nothing. Huffing, you gather the very little energy you have—without coffee in the morning, you’re pretty much nothing—to turn his body around and crawl on top of him.

“Wha—” Mark’s eyes are half-open but don’t stay so for long when he notices how you’re basically straddling his bare abs with your naked body. He panics so much that he begins to flail all over the place and end up falling from the bed and knocking you off his lap in the process.

You break into a train of laughter, pulling some blanket to cover your body. “Guess sober Mark is back.”

“Why are you naked?!” He shrieks, head peeping out from under the bed, and he shrieks louder when he notices that he’s also in his birthday suit. “Why am I naked?!”

“You seriously don’t remember?”

Mark takes a few seconds to himself, trying to process everything that his blurry memories can give and his jaw falls slack on his face when he realizes that, “We had sex!”

“Yeah, we did. Twice.” You giggle, nudging your head toward your desk which is literally in chaos—papers scattered everywhere, books falling to the floor, pens unaligned.

Mark follows your gaze and gapes harder. “Shit, yeah, on that desk—I remember—wait, but how?! Why—” He looks like he’s physically hurting trying to remember every detail, and probably that’s his hangover talking.

“Want some aspirin?”

He pouts rather cutely. “Yes, please.” When you step down from the bed, leaving your blanket behind, Mark blushes and immediately turns his face away, unconsciously letting out a girly yelp as he does so.

“Umm, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re naked.”

You stifle down a laugh. “Yes, I noticed. And so are you.”

Mark covers his bottom half with a pillow, face flushed. “C-can you put some clothes on?”

You were planning to, but seeing him react like this makes you re-think your decision. “Mark, we literally had sex twice yesterday.”

“I know, don’t say it!” He hides his face behind his palm. “It’s still embarrassing for me.”

“You certainly weren’t embarrassed last night,” you tease, “You even asked whether you could eat me out—”

“GAH!” He has both hands covering his ears, turning his entire body around to hide his face but the way his ears are going red is contradicting his action.

“Mark, look at me.”

“No way in hell!”

Smirking to yourself, you slowly walk to his spot, not covering even an inch of yourself. When you call him again, softer this time, Mark makes a mistake and throws you a glance. He’s no longer able to take his gaze off you after that.

You spread your legs, sitting on the pillow he has on his lap and wrapping both legs around his waist. Pressing your chest to his, you lean close to his ear. “Wanna go for another round?”

Mark gulps.

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 3 years

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“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.” with Bucky hunting down reader after she tries to run away after she breaks up with him

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count - 1706

Warnings - kidnap, forced drug use, oral (f receiving)

A/N - thanks to the wonderful @buckyownsmylife for beta reading this and just being an all round sweetheart. Thanks also to @dreamslikeaheartbeat for the prompt, if you don’t already go follow her she’s so talented. If you are under 18 then please shoo

You feel the crunch of the leaves under your feet as you run, the twigs ripping through your soft skin as you push forward. It's quiet, too quiet.

Working at the tower was everything you’d ever wanted, you’d worked so hard to get where you were and developing tech with Shuri and Peter was your actual dream. You started out small, working on comms, it didn’t take long for you to advance and under Shuri’s watchful eyes you amended the arm of a certain super soldier. He came to the lab once a week so you could test new ideas and he was always so helpful, even bringing you coffee and occasionally books you two had discussed.

It had been three months since you first worked with him and for two of those he wanted to work with only you. Shuri agreed it would be good for you to have a little freedom and handed over his files. Bucky was funny, sweet and charming, not the impression you were given of him from Peter, who was still a little scared of him after the airport incident.

One afternoon he arrived and looked a little nervous, producing a bunch of flowers from behind his back you looked at him curiously. “Hey, come out with me tonight, Sam told me about this place a few blocks from here. You’re always cooped up in here, let me thank you for making my arm even better.” Your cheeks warmed up at the thought of spending time with him outside of the tower but he caught it. “Is that little smile you’re trying to hide a yes?” He pressed, trying to make eye contact with you.

You nodded and looked at him. “That would be nice, thanks Bucky.” He relaxed and handed you the bouquet. “I’ll pick you up at 7.” He turned and walked out, you watched as he went round the corner before running to beg for the rest of the day off.

You hear the knock at your door at exactly 7oclock and chuckle to yourself at how punctual he was. Opening the door and stepping aside, you let him in and watch as he immediately surveys your apartment for exits. “I'll be a few minutes just make yourself at home,” you say before quickly moving to your bedroom to finish getting ready. You hear him in your front room, shuffling around and when you come back he’s looking through your bookcase.

“Wow doll, you look stunning, give me a little twirl.” Biting your lip at the compliment, you turn on the spot and try to calm your heart as he whistles at you. “Don’t know how I got so lucky to meet you.” You quickly take a drink of the wine you left on the side finishing the glass when you start to feel a little dizzy, stumbling into his arms. “I’ve got you, looks like you had a little too much. Let me help you.” The room suddenly goes black.

Waking up, you don’t know how long it’s been but you’re in an unfamiliar room, your head is pounding and you’re laying down on a bed. You try to sit up and realise your arms are secured to the posts. “Hey, you’re finally awake, don’t mind the rope, I had to tie you up to keep you safe.” You look around to see where the voice is coming from but you don’t see him anywhere.

“Bucky?” you manage to croak out, your dry throat making it near impossible to speak. He rushes over to you and strokes your cheek to soothe you, unaware that it has the opposite effect. “Bucky can you undo me please, I need to use the bathroom.” He nods and pulls the rope off, walking you to the bathroom but stopping you from closing the door. Looking up at him confused he glares at you, daring you to challenge him.

Washing your face, you keep watch from the corner of your eye. “I know you're watching me, doll.” Stalking over, he takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your hair. “You looked so good tonight doll, I didn't want to share you with the rest of the world.” Looking at you in the mirror. “You want that too, don’t you? I see the way you look at me, at this arm.” He wraps his hand around your throat gently but leaves you no room to move.

You watch his face as it warps from the Bucky you know to something else entirely. “Bucky, what are you doing?” He grips tighter and leans in, growling in your ear. “No questions, do as you’re told and we can be very happy.” Holding your breath, a tear rolls down your cheek, he smirks and swipes it away, licking it off his thumb. “Mmm so sweet doll, we are going to have so much fun.” With that, he leaves and closes the door behind him.

You take a deep breath, almost hyperventilating from the fear coursing through your body. Looking around for something to use as a weapon, you notice he's cleared the room, the window is bolted shut. You are trapped.

You leave the small room and hear him calling you from somewhere in the house. Following his voice you find him making pancakes in the kitchen. You can’t see any knives or much of anything really to help you, surveying the room around you, it quickly becomes clear that you’re in some sort of cabin.

Outside the windows all you can see is trees, the sun is up too, just how long were you unconscious? “I’m making breakfast, you must be starving. There’s some pain relief on the counter, I'm sure you’ve got a sore head.” You nod and pick up the pack, inspecting it for any tampering. “Come on, doll! We’ve already established that if I want to drug you, I can do that very easily.”

Your heart pounds and he chuckles to himself. “Calm down, I can hear you from over here.” You take the pills with a glass of orange and sit down at the table while he serves you up a plate. “Eat up, you’re going to need your energy”.

The next week goes by in a blur of ‘domestic bliss’. You’re playing along, observing his daily pattern and making a plan. He doesn’t sleep at night, preferring to watch you rest, he does have a nap everyday but it usually only lasts around 30 mins. Each day you work on a different window, slowly pulling out the nails without leaving any marks before pushing them back in so he doesn’t suspect anything.

Getting a call from Steve later that week, he goes to the end of the garden so you don’t hear him, taking your chance you run. Rushing through the trees, you can’t see anything that looks like freedom so you push forward.

You haven’t had anything that even closely resembles shoes the whole time you’ve been held captive and each step you take shoots more and more pain through your soles. Seeing a lake up ahead, you charge towards it, leaping over a tree trunk when you’re caught mid jump. “Oh hey, doll, leaving so soon? We haven’t even begun to have any fun yet. Did you think I wouldn’t notice all the windows and doors had been tampered with?” Throwing you over his shoulder and he began marching back to the cabin.

You struggle as he throws you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and tying you up. “Where did you think you were going? I’ve told you already, you belong to me now.” He cups one of your breasts before painfully pinching and stretching your nipple. “I could make this feel very good for you, all you have to do is ask”. You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut, gasping out when he slaps your face. “Look at me you, little bitch.” Looking up at him, your eyes get blurry from the unshed tears that form.

“Just be a good girl for me and we won’t have any trouble.” You nod at him, terrified, and try to move away when he moves lower down your body, his nose nudging around your curls before spreading you open and licking your juices. “Mmm... you taste so good doll, I know you want this, you just have to relax.” Your back arches off the bed as he sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue. Your orgasm builds higher and higher, your body feels as though it's on fire but he stops and you moan out in frustration. He smirks up at you, pushing one of his vibranium fingers into you and curling it just right. “Say the words and I'll make you feel good,” echoing his words from earlier.

You shake your head again and screw your eyes shut, trying to regulate your breathing and calm yourself down when you feel his mouth on you again. “No please, I can’t,” you practically scream out at him as he expertly takes you apart again, taking you to the brink but not letting you fall over.

“Say it, say you’re mine and I'll let you cum doll, it's simple.” You sob fat heavy tears, your whole body feeling sensitive. Shaking his head at you, he dives back in, you clench your fists together, trying to command your body to let you finish before he stops but he already knows you too well and he stops once again.

“Please Bucky, I’m yours I swear I’m all yours.” He smirks and slowly rubs a finger on your clit, your body responding to the touch, your back arches and your toes curl. You're close, so fucking close it almost hurts but he pulls back and slaps your pussy hard.

“Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.” He spits in your face before turning his head and welcoming Steve. “This is the girl I told you about, she’s ready,” he says with a sense of pride in his voice. You turn your head and sob when you see Steve beginning to undress and walk towards you grinning.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #dark fic

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lala-ladybug · 3 years

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Healing Hands: Chapter 4

Yesyesyes I’m super excited to share this one with you guys!! The game is finally beginning, ahhhh!!!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 4: Goddamn wimps, all of them

Marinette opened her eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight. She stood in a huge village square filled with hundreds of people, the gaps between them growing smaller as more and more players appeared. The sun shone merrily, and an excited chatter began rising in the air. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It felt good to be back.

“Marinette!” She looked around to see Alya and Nino waving a few yards away. She broke into an excited smile and jogged over to meet them. They must have spawned in relative to their actual locations since Kagami, Luka, and the others from her class were already there.

“Hey guys!” Marinette said breathlessly. “Almost didn’t make it. Thanks for the call, Alya.”

The brunette gave her a quick hug. “Anytime, girl. Now you and Lila can show us the ropes!” She bounced excitedly.

Marinette barely caught herself from rolling her eyes and just nodded instead. Of course Lila would be able to help teach the others how to play. It definitely wouldn’t just be Marinette teaching everybody. Again.

Meanwhile, Max and Nathaniel were remarking on how realistic the textures of the cobbled streets were. Marinette did a double-take when she saw Adrien standing next to them. He had an immensely intricate and ornate suit of armor. There was an excess of spikes, ribbons flowing from every joint, and every inch of him was covered in metal. A tall helmet adorned with skull decals cast a shadow over his grinning face.

“What are you wearing?” She spluttered. He pointed a thumb to his chest with some difficulty, the thick metal creaking with the movement.

“This bad boy is the toughest armor in the game! I may have made a few embellishments of my own, so now I look even cooler.” He stated with pride.

Marinette shot a look at Luka, who wore a light set of simple leathers. He grimaced and shook his head, warning Marinette not to question their friend’s surprisingly atrocious taste in fashion. Or serious misunderstanding of armor weight classes.

“You know you could’ve picked any armor you want, right?” Adrien asked.

“Oh, I know. I crafted this set during beta testing!” Marinette spun around to show the boys, gladly welcoming the change in subject. She was dressed in a light suit of armor, the metal tinted a deep red. Black fabric peeked underneath the gaps, a strong yet flexible design of her own making. A simple grey cloak hung off her shoulders, concealing the quiver behind her back.

While Luka and Adrien complimented her brilliant design, she spotted Lila. She looked a little out of her element, hanging back to awkwardly watch a conversation between Kim, Alix, and Kagami, oddly enough. The three were dressed in heavy sets of armor, lamenting about how there weren’t any monsters to battle yet.

Chloe sauntered over to join them and, having heard how even Kagami was itching for a fight, wrinkled her nose. Marinette giggled to herself. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

* * *

Jason’s eyes snapped open and he threw out an arm to steady himself. The transition from logging on was dizzying, but the sensation faded with every deep breath he took. He noted the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. Damn, even he had to admit this tech was impressive. Dick and Tim stood next to him, wearing blue and red-toned armor respectively. Tim was looking around wildly, grinning like an idiot.

“Timmy!” Cassie Sandsmark sprinted towards them to tackle her boyfriend in a hug. Oh great, looks like the rest of the kiddy patrol was here too. Looking to where Cassie had run from, Jason indeed saw various members of The Team. Connor looked just as nauseated as Jason had felt after joining. Roy stood next to him, unmoving as he stared down at his very realistic-looking hand. Ouch. Jason had to have some sympathy for the poor kid, not that he’d ever tell him that.

Bart and Garfield, on the other hand, appeared to be having the time of their lives. Bart got into a running stance and Garfield gleefully jumped into the air, both falling flat on their faces. Jason snorted as he watched Jaime help his boyfriend up. Jaime asked him, “Whoa there ese, what gives?”

Bart shook his head and muttered, “I don’t have my speed.”

Garfield furrowed his brow and strained his face. “You look like you’re either really constipated or trying to shift,” Artemis informed him.

Ignoring her, Garfield locked his panicked eyes with Connor’s. “I can’t shift either, SB.”

“Der kaolc ym nrut,” Zatanna intoned quietly. When nothing happened, she nervously said, “My magic doesn’t work either.”

Jason rolled his eyes. Goddamn wimps, all of them. “Looks like all you supers will have to stoop to our level.”

“Stay whelmed everyone,” Dick stepped in to mitigate half the group’s outrage. “It’s just a game, we don’t exactly need our other skills right now.”

Before they could say anything else, an enormous bell mounted in the center of the town square began to ring. A hush fell over the crowd. The sky darkened as red hexagons interlocked to create a massive dome around the town.

A tall being flickered to life in the air above them. The hooded figure floated high overhead, their face eerily concealed.

“Attention players,” the figure raised their hands. “I welcome you to my world.” Well that didn’t sound ominous, Jason thought to himself. He felt the mood from the others shift into high alert.

“You may call me the Game Master, and I am the only one in control of this world. You may have noticed that the logout button is missing from your main menu.” The figure paused dramatically. “I assure you, this is no defect in the game. It is all as I have designed it to be. You cannot log yourselves out, and no one outside the game will be able to remove you forcibly. If anyone tries to do so, a transmitter inside the VR headset will emit powerful microwaves into your brain that will end your life.” Shit, shit, shit. This was just supposed to be a dumb game he played to make Replacement shut up about it, what the hell?

“Of the 10,000 players, 215 have already died because their family or friends ignored this warning and attempted to remove their headsets. Media outlets have been reporting on this, so it is safe to assume the danger of your headsets being removed has passed.” This guy had to be joking. Though if he wasn’t, Babs would surely research everything within her power to try to remove them safely.

“One other feature of the game is that you are no longer able to revive players. If your HP drops to zero, your avatar will die and the headset will destroy your brain.” Jason’s eyes widened and his head whipped to Dick. He ran a hand through his hair, looking just as horrified as Jason felt.

“The only way for a player to return to the real world is to clear the game. You are currently on Floor 1, the lowest level of the castle. If you make it to the dungeon and defeat the level boss, you may progress to the next level. Defeat the final boss on Floor 100, and you will clear the game.” This motherfucker couldn’t be serious.

The game master, god what a pretentious prick, raised his hands and began to disappear once more. He said, “Good luck, players,” before disappearing entirely. The sky returned to its cheery blue.

A beat of silence passed before someone started screaming. Then the thousands of players erupted into a cacophony of sound.

* * *

Marinette stood stockstill amidst the chaos. She felt more than heard masses of people panicking around her. Her eyes darted back and forth without truly seeing anything, mind racing to figure out a solution. If there was no way to safely remove the headset, then they’d have to beat the whole game. What about the Kwami? Could they connect with their miraculi? What about the small powers they’d each accumulated over the years? If those were accessible, then they might stand a chance, but god if they weren’t--

A hand on her arm made her snap her head to attention. It was Adrien, his jaw clenched tightly. She gripped his arm in return, the small reassurance barely that. Around her, the new Order looked to their leader for orders, direction. And behind them, her classmates....

Most were white in the face. Max had his hands clenched in his hair and was muttering to himself about the likelihood that the headsets actually could kill them. From the way he was shaking his head, she guessed it was a definite possibility. Lila looked like a cornered animal, twitchy and desperately looking for an escape. Even Kim and Alix wore uncharacteristically serious expressions.

“Well?” Chloe prompted Marinette. The latter took a deep breath. Better focus on solving the smaller problems first. “Your VIP package came with a house on the first floor, right?”

Chloe blinked in surprise. “Yeah, it did,” she replied uncertainly.

“Good.” Marinette whistled and gestured for the rest of her friends to gather around. “Listen up! We don’t know how everyone else is going to react, so it’s best for us to go somewhere safe to lie low for a while. I can teach everyone the gameplay, and we’ll do our best to help beat the game.”

She looked Alya and Nathanial in the eye, since their hands seemed to be shaking the most, and said with all the confidence of Ladybug, “Think of all the bullshit Hawkmoth’s put us through. We are not going to die here. That’s a promise.”

Marinette drew her bow and half-strung an arrow, holding it parallel to the ground. “Chloe has a house on the first level. Let’s go.” She nodded to Adrien, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka to establish a perimeter around the rest of the class as they moved. She exhaled a quiet, shaky breath and led the way out of the square.

The crowd did not part easily. People were sobbing, shouting, hyperventilating. They needed to get out fast before the shock wore off.

Someone stood in front of her. The poor soul was probably just as scared as they were. She put her bow back in her inventory, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.

“Excuse me,” Marinette gave a little half-wave to get their attention. “May I please get through?”

“Oh, sorry,” He had a deep, male voice. One hand gestured to the direction she was headed as he stepped out of her path. “Go right ahead.” His hands weren’t shaking as the other crept towards his belt. Not good, not good.

A flash of silver was all the warning she got before Luka pulled her back. A knife collided with his hastily raised shield, shedding sparks as the assailant nearly dropped his weapon in surprise. Marinette dropped down to sweep her leg beneath Luka’s shield, knocking the man off his feet. He gave a shout of surprise as he went down, and Luka disarmed him in the confusion.

“Come on, move it!” Marinette shouted over her shoulder. She re-equipped her bow and surged forward, picking up the pace to get the hell out of there. Such a large group was an easy target, they had to get out of the open and fast. People were starting to react beyond their shock, and more of them were bound to get violent.

Her eyes scanned over the buildings in front of them. There. A momentary break in the throng of players allowed her to spot Slipcut Alley, a favorite shortcut of hers. It was only a few yards away. The alley was too narrow for anything but a single-file line, but it provided cover and was hidden by a spell that only other beta testers would know about. It was their best option.

She squared her shoulders and pushed through the last of the crowd. She turned to face her friends, who gathered around her as they too made it out into the small clearing. Chloe, Kagami, and Adrien were watching the crowd behind them, ready to defend against any other attacks.

Marinette put her bow away one more time and asked, “Do you trust me?”

Shaky nods and wide eyes. That would have to do.

“Then follow me,” she said, and walked straight through the wall before them.

* * *

“Our first step should be finding shelter for the night,” Dick said sharply. “We can figure out the rest tomorrow, but it’ll do us no good if we die tonight.” Tim nodded, ever the protégé.

“And just how do you suggest we do that?” Jason countered. He couldn’t help it if it came out a little accusatory. He did not sign up for a damn death trap.

It was Garfield who had the answer. “Well, in order to do anything, we need money. So we need to start killing some monsters!” He palmed his fist with a resounding smack. “And then we can see about an inn or something.”

Connor rubbed his chin. “That’s not a bad idea, kid.”

“Just tell me where to hit them,” Roy said in a low voice, sounding about as pissed as Jason felt.

“Let’s split into three teams. Alpha squad will be Artemis, Wally, Bart, and myself. Tim, Roy, Gar, and Connor will be Beta. Jason, you’re with Jaime, Cassie, and Zatanna for Gamma.” Great, Jason was the only non-super there. What a grand old time that’ll be.

He made to leave the square and disappear into the panicking crowd, but Dick held his arm. “Hey, I’m trusting you to keep them safe,” he kept his voice low. “It’s been a while since they fought without powers, so keep an eye on them.” He then turned to address the rest of the team. “Alpha will take north. Beta, go south and Gamma see what’s west. Meet back here at sunset. Alpha will secure lodging before engaging enemies.”

“What, no pep talk?” Wally elbowed Dick. The latter didn’t crack a smile as he said, “Just stay alive.”

Beside him, Garfield swallowed hard and said weakly, “Noted.”

Jason rolled his eyes and jerked his head in their assigned direction for the other three members of Gamma squad to come with him. He’d follow along as long as Dick made good plans, and Jason didn’t exactly have any better ideas for now.

He put on his very best I know exactly how to kill you and I’ll do it if you don’t get the hell out of my way face and lead the way out of the packed square. The crowd parted easily before him, and they were out on an open street within a matter of minutes.

”Where to first, ese?” Jaime asked, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Good question. Jason looked around for a map or something that could tell him the way out of the damn town. When he glanced back for a quick headcount and only counted two, he cursed and asked Cassie, “Where the hell is Z?”

She pointed at a nearby stall where the magician was chatting with the vendor. Zatanna waved to them, then sauntered back over to the rest of the team. “The shopkeeper says there’s a bridge further down this street and to the left that’ll take us west out of the town.”

Cassie frowned. “Was that a player with their own shop already? Man, we are behind.”

“Oh, no it was an AI.” Zatanna readily supplied. “An NPC?” She added on seeing the confusion on her companions’ faces. “Honestly, was I the only one to do research on this game before playing it?”

Jaime sheepishly scratched his head while Cassie squeaked, “Well....” Jason had to agree with them, he just did this to keep Replacement happy. And get Dick off his ass, the meddling prick.

Zatanna shook her head. “Look, AI stands for artificial intelligence, and NPC is a non-playable character. They’re computer-generated people, not actual players.”

Jason caught enough to surmise that these NPCs were created by the same maniac that locked them up in here. He crossed his arms and asked, “How the hell can we trust their word if they’re controlled by that fuckin’ game master freak?”

Cassie bit her lip and had the good sense to look concerned. Zatanna just shrugged and said, “I guess we’ll just have to find out. We can try following their directions but stay cautious in case it’s a trap.”

“Fine,” Jason sighed. “Let’s go.” He was already resigned to the absolute stupidity of the situation anyway.

They made it to the end of the street without incident, and turned where the shopkeeper had directed them to. There was a bridge, spanning a merrily bubbling river, and open fields dotted with trees beyond it. Jason could smell the greenery and apple blossoms from here.

“Wait!” Jaime threw his arm out. He made a face, then sneezed. “Aw man,” he gave a tremendous sniff. “Can’t eben escabe allergies in a video gabe.”

Cassie laughed at her friend and slapped him on the back, which only made him sneeze again. Dumbasses, they didn’t have time for this. Jason rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time that day and walked up to the base of the bridge. He slowly, carefully stepped across and edged his way to the other side.

The other three followed suit, and upon joining him, Zatanna said cheerfully, “Seems like we can trust the NPCs!”

“For now,” Jason muttered, still not convinced. He turned his gaze to the rolling hills before him, warm breezes sending waves that shimmered through the knee-high grass. He didn’t see any monsters, but there had to be some... right?

He used two fingers to swipe the air in front of him, opening his inventory. At least he remembered that much from the tutorial. He equipped the crossbow he’d loaded in when he created his avatar. Damn, that night in the Batcave felt like it was a week ago.

Jason took a wary step forward, into the grass. “Fan out,” he directed the other three. He didn’t turn to watch as he heard them draw their own weapons and creep up to flank him.

A rustle in the grass ahead had him throw a clenched fist into the air to have the others hold their positions. He waited until the movement stilled, then crept forward a few more steps, careful to keep his footsteps silent. He was within feet of it now, whatever it was. He hoisted up his crossbow to brace it on his shoulder and trained it on the last place he’d spotted movement. There was a sharp inhale behind him, and then Jaime sneezed loudly.

The head of a wild boar whipped up and it lunged for Jason. “Shit!” he yelled. Damn kid and his perfect timing. Jason blindly jumped backward and fired a bolt at the same time. It met its target and the boar shattered into glittering dust that resembled pixels. In front of him, a notification popped up that 20 copper coins, the crossbow bolt he’d shot, and a boar tusk had been added to his inventory. Huh, that was surprisingly easy.

“Wow, that was so crash!” Cassie pumped her fists in the air. “This game is gonna be a piece of cake.”

“Not so fast,” Zatanna frowned. “Remember, this is only the first level. It’s bound to be easy. It’s only going to get harder from here.”

Jason turned around to face them. “And just because that little shit was easy to kill doesn’t mean they all will be on this level.” He noticed Jaime hanging back, looking embarrassed.

“Hey kid,” Jason jerked his chin at him. Jaime's head snapped up. “Do you want to try the next one or wait by the bridge until your allergies clear up?”

Jaime opened his mouth to respond but had to sneeze again. “I think I’ll just waid by the bridge. I’b really sorry guys.” He trekked back to where they’d come into the fields.

“And then there were three. Ladies first,” Jason mockingly bowed, gesturing to the open fields beyond where the boar had been. Zatanna smirked and Cassie stuck her tongue out at him, which he returned with a rude gesture.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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rainydaysofspring · 3 years

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Why are you lying to me?

Hello everyone and welcome back to another round of angsty Open Heart Fanfiction! I got a little carried away with this...

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Prompt: "Why are you lying to me?"

Words: 1.826

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Liliana Summers)

Warnings: General Angst, Death, a little Hyperventilating, Crying. If I forgot any, feel free to reach out!

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Liliana sat on the round table in the diagnostics office, her mind wandering around possible diagnoses for their patient. The team had already ruled out numerous possibilities, but they weren't out of Options. They decided on their next steps when Liliana's phone rang. She saw it was her mother trying to reach her. She excused herself from the table and stepped outside the office.

"Mum, what is it? I'm in a meeting, I'm a bit short of time..." Her sentence got cut off by a sound at the other end of the line. It sounded like a sob for all she knew. "Mum? Is everything okay?" Her mother took a second to collect herself, then spoke up. "Bug, it's your brother." The tone of her mother's voice confused Liliana. It was shaking and thin. "He's dead. He got killed in a car crash." In shock, it took Liliana a second to process what her mother just said. "Are you serious?" Her voice grew thinner, proclaiming the fact that she was about to cry too. "Lili, I'm sorry. It happened last night. I have to go now. I love you." Still shocked, Liliana just said, "Love you too."

Trying to conceal what Liliana's mother just told her. Her brother died. She straightened her posture. Baz and Harper were about to leave when she stepped back into the meeting.

Ethan looked at Liliana, observing her. His fellow doctor held herself up differently. Her eyes searched the room, avoiding eye contact with him, "All my patients are stable. Do you want me to run some tests on Mr. Clarke?" Her voice was tiny. Something was wrong with her. "No, Harper and Baz are on it. Liliana, are you alright?"

Liliana just nodded, turning around, opening the door, where she almost stumbled into Leland Bloom. "Dr. Summers, nice to see you. I was hoping to talk to Dr. Ramsey for a bit, though." Liliana stepped outside, going her way. Ethan wanted to go after her. He knew something was not right. "Mr. Bloom, I'm afraid we'll have to postpone this conversation to another time." He hurried to the door, but Bloom stopped him. "It's urgent. Have a seat." Leland was not going to let him go. He reluctantly took a seat in his office chair, hoping to catch a glance of Liliana through the glass walls, but she was gone.

Liliana walked through the halls of Edenbrook, her head full of questions. She needed a quiet place to think, so she headed to the only quiet place she knew in the entire hospital: The serenity gardens. At this time, they usually were empty. Liliana opened the heavy doors, stepping inside the peaceful environment, leaving the hectic hospital behind her.

She wandered through the planted halls for a bit before taking a seat. Thinking about the call with her mother earlier, she remembered the missed call from her brother. She took out her private phone, listening to the voicemail he left.

"Hey Smarty, I'm sure you're in a super important meeting. Also, I think this thing will cut me off any second, so I just wanted to say how much I look forward to seeing you when I'll visit Boston! Love you, bye."

When listening to his voice, the gravity of what her mother told her, sunk in and the tears started flowing freely. Meanwhile, in the Diagnostics Office, Bloom tried to talk Ethan into a new trial, finding a cure for his wife. Seemingly, he wanted Ethan to send fitting patients of the diagnostics team to the study. Even before deliberating other options with them.With a quick "I'll think about it." he dismissed Bloom and hurried out of his Office. He was determined to find Liliana. Something seemed wrong.

After checking nearly every supply closet and On-Call Room the hospital had to offer, he thought about where to go next. She wanted Silence if she's sad. He checked his old office first, finding nothing. Then, it hit him. He knew where she was.Almost running through the hospital, he finally reached the Doors of the Serenity Gardens.

Walking in, he heard quiet sobs coming from further into the halls. Walking in, he quickly found who he was looking for. Liliana sat with her back facing him, her shoulders moving up and down as she cried. Ethan made his way towards her.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Ethan asked Liliana after he found her in the Serenity Gardens. Startled, Liliana tried to conceal her puffy red eyes but failed to. He lightly touched her shoulder, sitting astride opposite to his girlfriend. "What happened in there? What was this call about?" Liliana just shook her head.

"Lili, I can't help you if you don't tell me what is going on. Please let me help?" he gently asked.Ethan looked at her, the worry in his eyes more than evident. Liliana was sobbing. Ethan had no idea why she was in that state or how he could get her to calm down. His hands went to her hips, gently touching her, wandering up to rub her arms up and down.

"Can you talk?" He gently asked. Liliana just shook her head and continued to cry. Her brother was dead, for god's sake. The guy she grew up with was no longer alive. Who was always so protective of her, who always eyed her boyfriends with a critical glance. Her brother, who always messed with her, who brought her joy during High School, picked her up when she fell. The one person who always had her back. Her best friend, her role model, her superhero when she was little.

Liliana did not know how she should keep going. She couldn't imagine her life without her brother's texts, sending her the weirdest GIFs to cheer her up, without hearing his voice or without him standing at the door greeting her when she came home to her parent's house. "It's nothing." She blurted out between two sobs. Liliana thought she needed to be strong. She didn't want Ethan seeing her like this. Weak. Possibly at her worst.

"Rookie, why are you lying to me?" Ethan gently cupped her face, wiping tears away from her face, just for new tears to fall again. "I can see that it's not nothing. You're upset by whatever happened. I want to help you. Let me help, okay?" The mixture of concern and worry in Ethans eyes made Liliana weaker than She already was. When she was looking at his blue orbits, her facade broke. She spilled everything.

" My brother has been in a car accident." While Liliana began to explain, she was cut off by her sobs, her body forcing her to take breaks in between talking. "He's been driving a friend home from the airport. Another driver didn't watch out..." Her head fell into her hands, sobbing harder, while Ethan caressed her back. "The other driver... He hit their car on the side my brother was sitting. That guy. He..." Liliana couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, but Ethan knew anyways.

Gently, he took her head in his hands, kissed her on the forehead, and laid it on his chest. While he was rubbing his girlfriend's back, he noticed how her breathing became faster. Liliana felt how her fingertips began tingling, how her hands got increasingly cold, and how dizzy she suddenly got. "Lili, you have to breathe with me." Ethan took a deep breath in, moving her head up and down, trying to encourage her to do the same. After a bit of repeating those actions and calmly talking to her, only her hiccups echoed through the empty Serenity Gardens.

" He came back from Africa." her tiny voice said. Ethan waited for her to continue, her head still placed at his chest. "Since he spent a semester in a village for orphans while studying, he went every year to see what progress they made. My brother had such big dreams for that place. When we talked last, he said they were building an actual school building with the donations he got here. And that they were going to finish it when he is going to visit next." A new wave of sobs shook Liliana's body when she thought about the fact he would never get to see all of this. He would never get to see his dream for the village coming true.

" Do you want me to take you home?" Ethan asked, after a while."Yours or mine?" For the first time since Ethan learned what happened, she looked directly at him. Her usually bright and happy green eyes filled with sadness and grief, red and puffy from all the crying. The sight broke his heart. "As you would like," he answered. Liliana seemed to think for a few moments before she asked him: "Can I stay with you tonight, please?" "Sure. Let's go."

Ethan kissed her head. Then picked her up and carried her to the Office of the Diagnostics Team, where Ethan sat her down on the sofa. Luckily, no one was on here at the moment. No one would ask questions. "Do you want to get your stuff from your locker?" he asked her after he changed out of his white coat into a light jacket. Liliana shook her head. She needed her purse, but she did not want to enter the locker room. All her friends would be there, happily chatting after their shifts. She didn't want to face them just yet. "Okay, I'll get your stuff. Stay here. I'll be back before you know it."

Even though she didn't want him to leave, she let him walk out of the office. Sitting on the sofa, she thought about her brother again. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of childhood memories. She remembered the time they all went to the beach together. Both of them had a contest on who could build the highest sandcastle. Of course, he'd win. Little Liliana didn't understand the concept of sandcastles yet. After the competition, he'd assemble an enormous sandcastle with her. Or the times when they would play basketball in their driveway. He always lifted her to reach the basket and throw in the ball.

Dwelling in memories, she almost didn't notice Ethan entering the office again, with her jacket and purse in hand. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, as Liliana just nodded and walked next to him. Together they got to Ethans Sedan. He was constantly keeping an eye on his girl during the entire ride. When they arrived at Ethan's apartment, he led Liliana to his bed, where she plopped down and held herself, like she would be cold. Ethan sat down next to her, putting his arms around her, constantly mumbling sweet nothings into her ears. He would make sure she got the comfort she desired. He would be there through it all.

#open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #Ethan jonah ramsey #gandygirls #choices #open heart imagines #pixelberry

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thewritingstar · 4 years

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Sorry for asking so much but if u dont mind i like to think that blossom sees boomer like his little bro so lile one day boomer having panic attack and blossom helping him. God i love my bby boy suffering

Oh don’t apologize! I love it! Ask as much as you want love. Fun fact, I used to have panic disorder from the age of 6- 17 so I know all about panic attacks. That wasn’t a very fun fact but uhhh, hope you enjoy!

Everything in this fic is from my own experience and I also took psychology as well.

So I’m going to write this with my version of my own attacks so what you see boomer having is equivalent to mine. From my own experience just so that no one comes for me, I can’t speak for about ten minutes and its had to move so im either sitting or under neath something like a desk. Once I can talk, I stutter and can barely form full sentences. Its important to know that panic attack and anxiety attacks are much different as the first doesn’t have triggers but the second does. Also the first thought you have when you going into a panic attack is thinking you are about to die, scary but its true.

Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy this fic and sorry that it took so long to do!

Pairing: Blossom and Boomer (non shipping)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

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She never really knew how or why she heard it. Super hearing gave you many things but hearing the worlds smallest sob escape trembling lips was never something she usually picked up on.

It buzzed in her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up with a slight chill. Soon her feet were taking her upstairs and it was the first time she had ignored the hall pass rule.

Being a hero meant she had to be ready for anything. Monster attacks, demons rising from the pits of hell and even gangs shooting up stores, it was all part of the deal, yet there were some problems that not even super powers could handle.

She opened the door to the roof slowly before stepping out and feeling the crisp and cool air of the morning. It would have been peaceful if someone wasn’t crying. Her foot steps were that of a ghost as she walked towards the other end and she dropped to her knees before placing a hand on a trembling shoulder.

“Boomer?” she asked quietly.

The blond boy looked up, his eyes had been blown wide and were rubbed red to the point that they might scar. His lips trembled as he said nothing stared at her with an empty look.

She felt frightened in that moment, not for her well being but his. She watched as his lips parted but nothing came out. He tried to speak but his voice was like a desert. Dry and bare.

His eyes searched for an answer, something to cling and grab onto so he could swim.

“Boomer, are you okay?” She asked knowing the answer already. Again, no words but blue eyes that begged for help.

His breathing picked up, hyperventilation coming into play and he brought his hands to his ears and slammed his foot down as if to drown out the silence. Blossom searched for any sign of what could have hurt him, she had to think. There was nothing, no monster or attack and he didn’t seem physically hurt, so what could-

Oh. Oh. OH.

She should have known what was happening the minute it she saw him. Her advanced psychology classes came into handy just now.

“Boomer.” She said softly and he opened his eyes. “I think you are having a panic attack.” His eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip. “Okay maybe you are aware of that but I’m going to help you through this, okay?”

Boomer said nothing and she didn’t expect him too. She made a mental note that he was going non verbal during these and maybe that's why he couldn’t call for help.

Blossom dug through her bag for her notes and found it in record time. “Okay lets see, panic attacks.” She began to read. “The first thing that happens during an attack is the thought of death. Oh.” She frown. “There is a constant state of panic that last five to ten minutes but the after math of the fear could last hours. In order to stop a panic attack, the person experiencing it must wait it out or an extreme reaction can help quicken the process, other than that, there's nothing to do.” She scoffed. “Gee that was helpful.”

All she needed was a distraction, she could do that. She could tell a joke? No, she wasn’t good at those and only got a humorous reaction from her clumsiness. Instead of trying to figure it out, her phone was her next best guess.

“Don’t worry Boomer, I got you.” She smiled. She went to a few different sources and found one. “Ice in the mouth. It should trick your brain into thinking about it instead.” Blossom looked around. “Where can I get ice?”

She suddenly felt a finger poke at her cheek. She looked at Boomer who was point at his mouth then to her. Oh!

“My ice breath!” She cheered and held out her hand and carefully blowed until a small cube formed in her hand. “I’m not sure Boomer that might be a little gross-”

The cube was taken and before she could protest, it was in his mouth.

“Okay then, how's that working?” She questioned with a soft expression.

He looked from the left then to the right as he shifted the ice in his mouth. Slowly he opened his mouth, his voice breaking as he spoke.

“I-” He tried to say as tears formed in his eyes again.

Blossom put her hand on his and ushered him not to speak.

“Its okay, you don't have to say anything. You got through it, I’m sorry I was only here at the end but you did it, Boomer.” She said proudly.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve that was already soaked from earlier and leaned to grab her shoulder and pull her into a hug. She felt the tension from his shoulders fall instantly and his heart rate slower to a more desired rate as he hugged her tighter and held her for a moment. She didn’t dare budge but gave him a squeeze and ruffled his hair as he pulled away.

“Your face is awfully red, maybe you should go home.” She said as she helped him stand.

He nodded and grabbed his bag. “T-thank you.” He croaked. “No one has ever been with me before.” He said sadly.

She frowned. “Does Brick know?”

Boomer shifted on the balls of his feet. “No.”

“Do...do you have these often?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“Once a month maybe. Most of the time I’m at home, haven’t have a public one in a while.”

“Was there anything that could have caused it?”

He bit his lip and shrugged. “No. You read those books, they are random but Brick and Butch fighting constantly and the stress of school doesn’t help. But it's okay.” He offered her a smile. “That ice trick worked really well. Without you, I probably would have been there until school got out. I’m just really happy it was you and not anyone else.” He said honestly.

“I think you should tell your brothers. You can barely speak in that state and I would hate for something to happen when you couldn’t call out for anyone.”

He tightened his hold on his backpack and gulped. “I don’t want to. Its embarrassing. I’d rather keep it to myself, I can handle it.”

She knew there was no way he would budge. She exhaled and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“hey what are-”

“Im installing a safety button. My sisters and I have a button that we can push that automatic lets us know when we are in danger and can’t speak. It's mostly for missions and things like that but this is just as important.” She handed him his phone back. “So when ever this happens and you feel like you need some help or someone to just sit there with you, I’m one click away.”

He stared at the button and placed his thumb over it. A beeping noise came from Blossoms phone and she pulled it out to silence it. “See like that.”

A wave of emotions came over Boomer as he began to tear up for the hundredth time. “Blossom, I don’t think you know how much this means to me.”

Blossom brought him in for another hug. “You won’t be alone any longer, I promise.”

She felt him nod against her shoulder and wiped the tear steaming down his cheek with her thumb. “Lets go get you check out to the office and sent home, you should rest.”

“Yeah. I’m a little dizzy.”

She wrapped her arm around his and the began to walk towards the office just as the bell rang.

“Damn it, I miss third period.” Boomer sighed.

“Its fine. Buttercup will give you the homework and I’ll get anything else you need.”

“You really don’t have to Bloss.”

“As a hero and more importantly, a friend, I will.” Blossom said.

“Boomer.” They heard a voice behind and she knew instantly it was Brick.

They stopped walking just as Brick came in front of them. “The hell are you doing?” Brick asked as he looked at their conjoined arms.

Boomer was about to say something but Blossom squeezed his arm.

“Hes not feeling well and I’m sending him home.” Blossom stated.

“You were fine this morning.” Brick narrowed his eyes. “Buttercup said you ditched class.”

“He didn’t ditch. Some of us have emotions and right now Boomer is not feeling too well, he can explain on his own time but as his now older sister, I am making him go home and rest.”

“What she said.” Boomer said just as he yawned.

Brick rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, go home.”

Boomer gave him a small smile.

“Go on ahead, I’ll meet you in the office.” Blossom said as Boomer walked ahead.

“Is he really sick?” Brick asked and she could sense that he was really worried.

“I wouldn’t say that but its also not my place. Just go easy on him, he's having a hard time right now and I think having his brother help him through it would be good for both of you.” She reassured him.

“Alright, whatever. I’ll make sure Boomer is fine.”

Blossom smiled and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “You're so sweet.” She gushed dramatically.

Bricks face flushed slightly as he took her hand and tried to hide his smirk. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s not be late to chemistry.”

“Would love too but I have to go use my puff powers to get my new little brother home.”

“Little brother?” Brick shook his head. “What are you adopting him next?”

“I just might.” She smiled. “I’ll see ya in class.” She winked as she headed towards the office.

She found Boomer sitting in one of the chairs. “If you could stop canoodling with my brother, I would like to leave, I got a massive headache and my face is a disaster from crying.”

“We weren’t canoodling.” She said under her breath as she went up to the office lady.

Boomer sat and watched as she talked. He felt better by a landslide since she came to help him and hearing her refer to him as a little brother made him a little more happy then he cared to admit. Watching Blossom talk and win over the woman made him smile as he hugged his arms together.

“Yeah, big sis would be nice.” He said to himself but he didn't miss the way her lips turned up into a small smile.

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I hope you enjoyed! I actually really liked this prompt and sometimes its good to read things that can help you in daily life.

#ppg #ppg fic #boomer ppg #blossom ppg #blossick ppg #thewritingstar

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Stages and Stars

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Relationships: Eventual Prinxiety, Eventual Logicality

Summary: Four people, an actor, an astronomer, a musician and a baker, move into a flat together at the start of the year. As they go through the various struggles of life, they slowly become friends and end up making friendships and relationships that are unbreakable.

Warnings: Panic attacks

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Chapter Three - Friendship

It had been a couple of days since they had all moved in together and they had started to settle into a comfortable routine. Patton got up first, and tended to make a pot of coffee for everyone to help themselves (Logan was horrible before his coffee in the morning), and he would be the first out the house on the days when he worked at the local bakery. Logan and Roman were often up next and would help themselves to coffee and jam and toast (they had bonded over a shared love of Crofters). Virgil would be the last up, and he would come in with his headphones over his ears and dance around the kitchen a little as he made his breakfast.

“I am going to go food shopping today, so add what you want me to get on this list,” Patton said as they were sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast.

“I’ll come with you,” Roman said. “I need a distraction from my audition this afternoon.”

“I am sure you will be fine Roman. You have been practicing a lot,” Patton responded reassuringly.

“Oh, I know I will do well, I am just a little nervous.” Roman gave Patton a confident smile that was unfortunately ruined by the jam on his face. Virgil gave a snort of laughter and Roman shot him a glare. “What are you laughing at JD-lightful?”

“Nothing, it’s just you have jam smeared all over your face, which kind of ruins your act of confidence.”

Roman gave a huff of annoyance, and went to wash his face.

“So, what are you guys doing today?” Patton asked.

“Well, I was planning on doing some more research on the local observatory, and probably spend the day reading. There was a new book on astronomy that came out last week that I haven’t had a chance to read yet.”

“That sounds fun. How about you Virgil?”

“I was just going to fiddle around with my music. I was expecting a call from someone as well, so I am going to wait for that,” Virgil said, in a slightly harsher tone than usual.

Patton gave him a slightly confused look, but he brushed it off as Virgil being tired. The conversation changed to the weather for the week and the answers of the crossword that Logan was doing. He did them most mornings as he had breakfast, and the others would chime in occasionally if they knew a word. Roman was quite good at crosswords, mostly from all of the books he read, much to the surprise of everyone, especially Virgil, who had found out couple of days ago that Roman had been taking toast out of the toaster with a fork when it was stuck (it was a wonder he was still alive).

“What is a thirteen letter word, starting with m, for a collection or group composed of members or elements of different kinds?” Logan asked.

“Miscellaneous,” Roman said as he entered the room after washing his face. Logan wrote it down.

“How about a nine letter word for obscurity or vagueness? Starts with a ends with y.”

“Hmmm…. Try ambiguity.”

Logan filled in the squares. “It works. Well done.”

After the crossword was done, Logan and Virgil disappeared into their respective rooms and Patton and Roman headed out to the shops to buy some more food. “Hey Roman, do you think Virgil sounded a little off today?” Patton asked as they made their way to the store.

“No, I thought he seemed just as moody as normal. Why?”

“Oh, it was probably nothing, but he just seemed a little on edge.”

Roman gave this some consideration. “Maybe. I didn’t really notice that much. Also we have only known each other fully for a couple of days, so I can’t say I know any of you well enough to know if you are acting off from your usual character.”

“That’s fair. I just have a feeling.” Roman shrugged, not sure how to respond. The two men entered the store, and they headed around the aisles, grabbing the food they need off the shelves and into the trolley.

“Hey Roman, look!” said Patton as they went to the produce section. “Oni-on.” He pointed to the pile of onions. “Oni-off.” He pointed to floor. Roman smiled, having a great appreciation of puns.

“You know,” Patton began as they passed the tray of potatoes, “I actually have a lot of jokes about potatoes, but I just don’t know where to starch.” Patton had that very specific look on his face, like the facial equivalent of a ‘ba dum tss’.

“I always try to look nice wherever I go, because you never know who you are going to meat,” Patton joked, pointing to the fridge of meat products. Roman was enjoying himself immensely as Patton jumped from food to food, making a punny comment of each one they passed.

“I have a fondness for bananas. I find them very appealing.” Patton had the biggest smile on his face. He picked up a pair. “I think you and I make an excellent pear!” “Me too Padre,” Roman said as he laughed. “Those puns are very good.”

“Thanks. I have a lot more.” Patton started thumping the beetroot as they passed it. “Listen to that beet.” Roman gave an appreciative chuckle, watching in amusement as his friend ran around the store.

“Being around all of this food has made me berry hungry,” Patton quipped as he grabbed some strawberries and raspberries from the tray and placed them in the trolley.

“Gosh, aren’t my puns just grape?” Roman gave a huff of laughter. He thought Patton’s puns were excellent and he admired how fast he could come up with them.

“Indeed they are Patton.” Patton gave Roman an appreciative smile and Roman returned it. The two bought their food, and walked back to the apartment, swapping jokes and laughing as they went. -- Virgil’s morning went a little differently. He had been on edge all day, waiting for the manager of the local pub to call him to see if they were willing to let him perform there. He wasn’t normally this anxious, well, not since high school at least. Years of therapy meant that his anxiety had reduced drastically, and he had a good control over it when it did happen to get worse. However, for whatever reason (probably moving in to a new place with people he had only met once or twice before), his anxiety was worse than it had been in a while. Which meant that a simple phone call like the one he was waiting on, which would usually make him feel a little nervous, was sending him into a full-blown panic attack.

It had been so long since Virgil had had a panic attack that he was thrown quite off guard and lost control of the situation pretty quickly. He felt super sick and a bit dizzy, and he could feel himself start to hyperventilate. He knew he needed to shake himself out of it, but in his panic he couldn’t remember any of the grounding strategies that he normally used. Virgil curled up on his bed and grabbed the sheets as a way to try and ground himself.

Through his state of panic, Virgil heard a knock on his bedroom door, and Logan’s voice asking if he could come in. This sent him into a further state of panic, as he didn’t want Logan, or any of his new roommates to see him in this state. What would they say? What would they think of him for panicking over something so small? He felt silly for having a panic attack over a stupid phone call, but he couldn’t help it. He barely registered the door opening and Logan entering. He vaguely heard Logan say something, and he forced himself to listen to what Logan was saying.

“Hey, Virgil, listen to me,” Logan said in a clear calm voice. Virgil listened the best he could. “I need you to take deep breaths for me, okay? Breathe with me. In…1…2…3…4… Out…1…2…3…4…, good, again, deep breathes.” Logan repeated the exercise a couple more times, until Virgil’s breathing was back to normal and he had calmed down significantly. Virgil mumbled something under his breath which Logan didn’t quite catch.

“Could you please repeat that Virgil?”

“’m sorry,” Virgil mumbled, looking down at the ground. Logan was taken aback and unsure of how to respond.

“Why are you sorry Virgil?” Logan asked. Virgil avoided looking at Logan as he responded.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that and I understand if you don’t want to be my friend after this.”

“Nonsense. There is nothing to apologise for. Anxiety attacks, while unpleasant for the person having them, are not a deal breaker when it comes to friendship. My mother had anxiety, and she taught me how to help someone who was having a panic attack, and so I am not deterred by having to help someone while they are having one. There is no reason to apologise for something you can’t help, and I am still willing to be friends.”

Virgil gave Logan a shy smile. “I’m still embarrassed though. It has been ages since I have had one and I thought I had a grip on my anxiety, but look at me, having a stupid panic attack over some dumb phone call.”

“Virgil, there are other factors in your life that may cause your anxiety to be heightened. You just moved places to live with a group of people who you hadn’t really met! That’s a big change and I am sure it would make you more anxious than usual. Also, if it is any consolation, I won’t ever judge you for having anxiety,” Logan said, giving Virgil a smile. Virgil returned it with a shier smile, and Logan stood to leave.

“Hey Logan?” Virgil called out as Logan opened the door. Logan turned around.

“Yes Virgil?”

“Thank you…. for helping me.”

“No problem. That’s what friends are for.”

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olivertwiststheknife · 4 years

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My Experience With Dizziness and Being Half-Conscious

I have POTS and I figured it would be helpful to fellow whumpers to hear about what it’s like to be super dizzy and barely holding on to consciousness for your reference. (this is my own personal experience, other people may describe their spells differently) During:

- Being super dizzy is almost painful, there is an ache and nausea that comes from feeling ready to pass out - You feel short on breath, it feels like you’re holding your breath even though you’re breathing. -Ringing in the ears, tunnel vision, difficulty understanding what’s going on around you -It’s really hard to think clearly and understand people. One time someone was telling me to sit down and I thought they were chewing me out for leaning on a wall and I was internally flipping out and pushing myself to stay upright -Difficulty speaking, mouth movements become jumbled. Sometimes I end up stuttering trying to put together words -Words??? Become Hard???? I spent five minutes trying to remember the word for celery just describing it as a green vegetable and my friend who was babysitting me while I was in the spell roasted me for it. -The hard to breathe feeling has lead to hyperventilation sometimes which makes everything even fuzzier and your skin feel prickly like when your leg is asleep -I think the best description of mild spells is feeling like your head is loose on your body. You don’t feel all there and a little out of it. -Again. Nausea. Being super dizzy makes you nauseous -Face feels cold -When it’s really bad everything becomes a blur, things are going on, people are talking, someone is moving you, but it’s all a blur, it’s like everything in your body has turned into a white noise machine. Your vision is static, you hear that roar, your skin is prickling... but you still can tell things are going on. After:

-you still feel fuzzy, but things are solid now -I have been known to act like a giggly drunk when I’m recovering from spells -putting together words may still be hard, even though you’re not buzzing like bees (I tend to open up a text-to-speech app because it takes forever to get out words from my mouth) -s l e e p y

#Oliver Speaks #Whump #whump community #writing help #Oliver Explains #Sickfic #sick whump #dizziness #unconcious #half-concious #fainting #passing out

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tw-anchor · 4 years

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15. Arguing and Making Up

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Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Reader)

Episode: 2x03; Ice Pick

Word Count: 5,512

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence, arguing

Author’s Note: Olivia and Stiles continue to argue but don’t worry, they make up :) Hope you enjoy this chapter. Don’t forget to reblog and like!

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Stiles stared out the windshield of his Jeep, his eyes narrowed as he tried to ignore the inquisitive look his best friend was giving him. He didn't blame Scott for being confused; lately, his moods went back and forth and even he was getting whiplash.

The reason for his bad moods? Derek Fucking Hale.

Well, it wasn't just Derek, but if Stiles really thought about it, it all came down to the new alpha.

First, Derek just had to kill Peter and be the new alpha in town. Then, he bit Isaac and now Olivia was in his pack and keeping secrets. And, yeah, Stiles and Olivia weren't super close, but he thought they understood each other and had begun a tentative friendship, especially after the night of the formal.

Apparently, he was mistaken.

It was his growing love for Olivia and his current anger with her that had him going back and forth. Because one minute, he was scowling over the fact that Olivia was close with Isaac and helping him out with his control and had picked him and Derek over Stiles and Scott. The other minute, he'd look over at Olivia and catch her staring at him; she'd give him a small, hesitant smile that had him practically melting on the inside and he was a goner until he remembered her pack allegiance.

So, yeah, it was Derek's fault.

"So..."

"So what?" Stiles snapped as he pulled into the school parking lot.

"You're still pissed at Olivia, I'm guessing," Scott assumed, giving Stiles a pointed look; Stiles pressed his lips together. "Dude, it's been a week. She's Derek's cousin, of course, she's gonna be in his pack."

Stiles grunted, pulling into an empty parking space.

"And, you know, she doesn't really have to choose," Scott went on, surprising Stiles with how mature he was about the whole thing; he guessed it was only him that was offended with Olivia being part of Derek's pack. "She can be friends with us and still be in Derek's pack. She's not the enemy."

Stiles sighed. "I know she's not the enemy but it feels like she betrayed us," he admitted. "I mean, remember how Derek lied to you about Peter?"

"Olivia didn't have anything to do with that."

"I guess," Stiles conceded, turning off his car. "I don't know how I feel but I'm not pissed at her..."

"Why haven't you been talking to Stiles lately?" Lydia asked from beside Olivia, clad in a pink jumpsuit that looked more for fashion than for the gym class they were currently in.

Olivia looked away from where she was watching Scott and Allison climb the dreaded rock wall and frowned at her cousin. "He's pissed at me."

Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Stiles Stilinski is pissed at you?" Olivia nodded and Lydia chuckled. "So, there's trouble in paradise?"

"Well, there was no paradise to begin with," Olivia shook her head. "Why do you ask about Stiles?"

"He's been sneaking more looks at you than usual," Lydia shrugged and smirked, nodding over to where Stiles was standing.

Olivia looked and wasn't surprised to see Stiles quickly look away from her, just like he had been doing all week since the full moon. She knew that he was mad she was in Derek's pack but what was she supposed to do? Abandon one of the only family she had left? She was falling short of relatives, especially since Peter died, and she wanted to spend time with her family for as long as she could.

Plus, she didn't know what was going on with her, so it seemed like a good choice to stick with Derek, who had more experience with the supernatural than she did.

Besides, Stiles didn't understand that Olivia wasn't not on their side, too. Why did she have to pick between Derek and her friends?

Olivia looked away from Stiles and back to the rock wall just in time to see Allison kick Scott off of it. He fell down to the mat, his harness stopping him just a few inches away from the protective material.

The class erupted into laughs, Coach being one of the loudest.

"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy," Coach commented joyfully as Allison hovered down the wall. "All right, next two! Stilinski and Erica, let's go."

Olivia's eyes went right back to Stiles as his name was called and smiled in amusement as she got a better look at his t-shirt; it was blue and had the word "stud" with a cartoon muffin underneath it. After Allison gave him the harness, he slipped it on.

As Erica was putting on her own harness, Allison approached Lydia and Olivia, coming to stand next to him.

"Congrats on your win," Olivia smirked at her. "I can't believe Scott fell so far behind."

Allison shrugged and grinned back at her. "Some of us are more talented than others."

"True," Olivia conceded, thinking of her own climb with Lydia by her side. Neither one of them were fantastic at it but Lydia somehow still beat her.

Coach told Stiles and Erica that they could start climbing and Stiles took off immediately. He climbed the rocks surprisingly fast and it left Olivia amazed because she didn't know Stiles was that athletic.

Maybe he just acted like he was bad at lacrosse.

Stiles had already climbed down the wall and was celebrating by the time Erica got halfway.

Olivia knew of Erica but she had never spoken to her more than three times. She had chemistry with Erica and she knew she had epilepsy because she had a seizure in class a week or so before winter break. Mr. Harris had been an asshole about it and let people record her seizure on their phones—Olivia and Danny had been the ones to roll her onto her side and make people back off.

Erica was not well-liked at school and Olivia thought that it was stupid how people made fun of her just because of her epilepsy. She knew the blonde was smart because she almost all of the same classes as her and Lydia and she seemed pretty nice. Olivia also knew that Isaac was friends with Erica and he spoke highly of her.

Erica stopped climbing and started shaking, a sob escaping her throat. She started hyperventilating, catching Coach's attention. Unfortunately, that meant the whole class had a front-row seat to watch her freak out.

"Erica?" Coach called up to her. "Are you dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at him. "Coach, vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear," she corrected him. "Maybe she's just scared."

"Erica!" Coach looked back up to the hysterical blonde. "Erica?"

"I'm fine," Erica responded shakily.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison spoke up, her worried eyes on Erica. "You know she's epileptic."

"What?" Coach grunted, annoyed. "Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to—" he shook his head and looked back up at Erica. "Erica, you're fine. Just—just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you."

Erica hesitated for a few seconds before she slowly and carefully hovered down the rock wall. As soon as her feet touched the black mat, Coach patted her on the shoulder.

"See, you're fine. You're on the ground," he said softly and Olivia thought that he was actually being a decent human being for once. Until he spoke again, "You're all right. Let's go, shake it off."

The class, minus Olivia and her friends, started laughing at Erica as she unbuckled her harness and walked out of the gym. Olivia shook her head; she hated high schoolers.

Erica wasn't in the locker room when the rest of the girls went in to change into their normal school clothes. As they got changed, Olivia, Allison, and Lydia chatted about their plans for that night. The three of them, along with Stiles and Scott, were going ice skating at the local rink that Stiles was renting from an employee they went to school with.

They were all excited—Lydia and Olivia because they took ice skating lessons together as children and Allison because she could be with Scott without trying to hide their relationship. Olivia was also looking forward to clearing the air with Stiles; she was tired of him being mad at her.

A loud scream that came from the gym caught their attention. Everyone ran out of the locker room and into the gym, where Scott was holding a seizing Erica in his arms. Olivia pushed past some of the boys that were just watching and crouched down next to them.

"Put her on her side," she urged Scott, helping him turn Erica over. "It's better for her."

Scott nodded and held onto Erica as she gripped his arm to her chest.

"How'd you know?" Olivia asked him, giving him a confused look.

Scott shrugged. "I just felt it."

When Erica's seizure ended and nine-one-one was called, Olivia backed away from the crowd. She went back into the locker room to pull on her cardigan and took her phone out of her purse.

She needed to talk to Derek about Erica.

Stiles slowly walked into the cafeteria and looked around, spotting Boyd sitting at his usual table. He made his way over to him, trying to look inconspicuous, his hand hidden in the pockets of his purple hoodie.

"Boyd," he greeted his classmate as he sat across from him. "You got the keys?"

Boyd didn't speak as he held out the keys to the skating rink. Stiles grinned and tried to take them from him, but Boyd held them out of reach.

"This isn't a favor," Boyd reminded him. "It's a transaction."

"Right, yeah," Stiles agreed casually, slipped his wallet from his jeans. He pulled out a twenty-dollar-bill and set it on the table. "Absolutely."

Boyd gave him an unimpressed look. "I said fifty."

"Really?" Stiles asked innocently. "I remember twenty. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory and I remember twenty," he nodded jerkily. "I remember that distinct 'twa' sound. Twa-enty."

"I said fifty," Boyd said sharply. "With a 'fa' sound. Hear the difference?"

"Uh—"

"If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the 'fa' sound," Boyd offered.

Okay, that was a good one, Stiles had to admit to himself.

"Uh, okay, I think I'm recalling it," Stiles chuckled, pulling out another twenty. "Maybe I just got it confused with for-ty."

Boyd didn't budge; he stared blankly at Stiles as he popped a Dorito in his mouth.

"Come on, man," Stiles sighed, exasperated. "have you seen the piece-of-shit Jeep that I drive?"

"You seen the piece-of-shit bus I take?" Boyd replied, unsympathetic.

He got me again.

Stiles pulled out a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and added it to the forty already on the table. Boyd smiled pleasantly and held out the keys to the skating rink.

Stiles gave him an annoyed smile and took the keys. "Thank you."

Boyd didn't reply, so he left the table and made his way over to his usual spot where Scott was already sitting. "Got 'em," he slid the keys over to Scott. "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?"

Scott went to reply but he was distracted by someone walking into the cafeteria. Stiles looked, too, and was surprised to see Erica strutting into the room with a smirk on her face.

She didn't look anything like the Erica that was having a seizure that morning. Her face had cleared up and she was wearing dark red lipstick that went well with all the black leather she was wearing. It seemed like her legs went on forever in the leopard-print heels she wore and Stiles had to admit she looked pretty good.

Erica walked up to some random guy and bent over, stealing the apple from his tray. She bit into the apple and smiled seductively, wiping the juice from her lips, and then tossed the fruit back to its owner.

Lydia stormed up to Stiles and Scott's table, a calm Olivia by her side, and slapped her hands down on the surface.

"What—the holy fuck—is that?" she spat, glaring daggers at the blonde as she walked back out of the cafeteria.

"It's Erica," Olivia supplied.

Scott abruptly stood up and Stiles followed him out of the cafeteria, both of them trying to catch up with Erica. She was already out of the building when they pushed through the doors out of school, and they stopped in their tracks when they saw her walking around Derek's Camaro.

Erica smirked at them as she slid into the passenger seat and Stiles' blood boiled when Derek flashed them a grin as he drove off.

The door opened behind them and Olivia stepped out; Stiles and Scott turned around to look at her, both of them angry.

"You told Derek about Erica?" Stiles practically exploded. "What the hell is wrong with you, Olivia?"

Olivia tried not to flinch away from his anger. "Erica had epilepsy. I was just—"

"Just ruining her life," Scott spoke up, his jaw clenched.

"Erica chose this," Olivia said indignantly, thinking that their anger with her was unjustified. "Besides, the bite is a gift."

Stiles scoffed, unable to believe that Olivia was spouting off the same shit her dad did after he bit her. "Yeah?" he said mockingly. "and how's that working out for you, Olivia?"

Olivia stiffened and her gaze narrowed though Stiles could see the sadness in her cobalt-blue eyes. He almost regretted bringing her bite up but then she opened her mouth to retort and his anger rose.

"You know what?" he said before she could say anything. "Do me a favor and don't come with us tonight."

Olivia reared back like she had been slapped and, to her, it felt like she had. She had been looking forward to making up with Stiles and hanging out with him and the rest of her friends and now he didn't even want her to come.

She just didn't understand why he was so angry at her. And she also didn't understand why it her hurt so much to know that he was angry at her.

Stiles didn't want her around and she had never felt so out of place.

Olivia rubbed her sternum where she could feel her rapid heartbeat. "Okay," she finally whispered, looking away from Stiles' cold glare. "I won't come."

Stiles jerkily nodded and walked away, Scott following after he sent a hesitant look.

Arriving to the skating rink felt bitter to Stiles now that Olivia wasn't going to be there but he had Scott, Allison, and Lydia counting on him for tonight, so he couldn't exactly bail on them. He and Scott waited outside the rink until Lydia and Allison arrived and when they finally pulled up, Stiles unlocked the doors.

Allison and Scott grinned excitedly and even Lydia gave him an impressed look as she walked in. Once everyone got the correct size skates, they sat down on the bleachers to put them on.

Allison and Scott finished quickly, leaving Stiles alone with Lydia.

As Stiles finished up tying his last skate, Lydia shivered.

"Could it be any colder in here?" she asked bitterly.

Stiles unzipped his backpack and pulled out an orange hoodie, holding it out to her. "Here."

Lydia raised her eyebrows at him. "I'm wearing blue," she said like she was talking to a preschooler. "Orange and blue? Not a good combination."

"But it's the colors of the Mets," Stiles objected and he felt like he was having déjà vu.

Lydia nodded as if she was remembering something. "Right, Liv told me you were a fan," she recalled as Stiles pulled a candy bar out of his backpack to snack on. "Is that a Mounds bar?"

Stiles froze and looked over at her. "Yeah."

"Liv is the only one I know that eats those," Lydia cocked her head, a small smirk appearing on her lips.

"Really? I didn't know that," Stiles lied, rubbing the back of his neck. He had brought the candy bar especially for Olivia until she told Derek about Erica. "Did Olivia really tell you that I like the Mets?"

"Yeah," Lydia nodded, noticing how shy he seemed. "She couldn't believe that you preferred them over the Dodgers."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Of course, she'd like the Dodgers."

"So, why didn't you want her to come?" Lydia asked him as he absentmindedly unwrapped the Mounds bar. "She said you were pissed at her."

"I am," he mumbled, biting into the candy. He grimaced at the bitter dark chocolate but found that the coconut really sweetened it up.

"Why?"

"It's complicated."

Lydia sighed. "If you tell anyone I'm giving you advice right now, I'll kill you," she warned him; Stiles nodded with wide eyes. "Olivia is oblivious sometimes. It's like she has blinders on for some things and for other things, she sees clearly."

"And she also always thinks she right—we share that trait, so you can imagine how complicated game nights at our house are," Lydia continued with a fond smile. "I'm telling you this so you can understand why she can get lost in her own head sometimes. She's oblivious to the fact that you like her and she doesn't understand what she did wrong for you to be so angry with her."

"She knows I like her," Stiles pointed out. "I told her at the winter formal."

"Yeah and both of us were attacked that night," Lydia reminded him. "Some things get lost in the details. Look, I'm not trying to convince you to not be mad anymore. That's not my place. I'm just saying...Liv's been lost since you started arguing and though she doesn't realize why it's easy for me to figure out."

Stiles nodded, trying to absorb everything that Lydia was telling him.

"Come on," Lydia stood up. "I came to skate and since Liv's not here, you'll have to do."

Olivia picked at the pasta she had made for the pack, her appetite nowhere to be seen. She had felt sick to her stomach since school ended and it only got worse when the time when she was supposed to meet up with Lydia, Allison, Stiles, and Scott passed.

She felt left out but she also felt annoyed—at Stiles and herself. She was annoyed that Stiles was so mad at her and she was annoyed at herself for being so upset that he was mad at her.

And she did feel somewhat sorry. Stiles and Scott felt like she had betrayed them and she could understand where they were coming from—only a little bit, though. Because from her point of view, Erica needed to be a werewolf. She had epilepsy, for crying out loud, and it wasn't like Derek forced her to get the bite. Derek had explained everything to Erica just like he had told Isaac.

It was Erica's choice to take the bite—not Scott McCall's or Stiles Stilinski's.

"Thanks for inviting us over, Olivia," Erica spoke up shyly as she finished her dinner.

Olivia, realizing that she had spaced out, smiled at her. "No problem, Erica. We're pack now and I was lonely. Aunt Natalie's on a business trip and Lydia's out."

Olivia's tone must have sounded sadder than she realized because even Derek noticed how down she looked.

"Are you okay, Ollie?" he asked, setting down his empty water glass.

"Stiles uninvited her from their ice-skating group date," Isaac spoke up, having gotten the whole story from Olivia herself. "That's where Lydia is."

Olivia glared at him; she had told him that in confidence.

"I'm not upset," Olivia very obviously lied, fooling no one.

"What's their problem, anyway?" Erica asked, out of the loop.

"Scott has a problem with minding his own business sometimes," Derek told her. "He and his sidekick are taking it out on Olivia."

Stiles is not a sidekick, Olivia thought bitterly, though she didn't speak up.

"Well, I guess they'll be a problem when you bite Boyd tomorrow," Erica frowned.

Olivia raised her eyebrows at the new information and looked over at Derek. "You're biting Boyd? Vernon Boyd?"

Derek nodded, looking sheepish. "Yeah, Isaac and Erica are friends with him. They said he's interested."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Olivia asked, confused.

"Because I know that Stiles and Scott are giving you a hard time," Derek reasoned with her. "and I know that you're actually friends with them."

Olivia pursed her lips and muttered bitterly, "They're not my friends."

It was clear that no one at the table believed her; Isaac even rolled his eyes.

Olivia gasped as her body started to tingle again; the feeling was pretty much familiar to her now, but it always caught her off guard when it happened. A weird sensation, like something was trying to crawl up her throat, made her flinch and then she heard whispering.

Lydia. Lydia. Lydia.

"Lydia," she breathed, blinking rapidly.

She ignored the looks of shock she was getting from Derek, Erica, and Isaac, and stood up, grabbing her phone from the charger in the kitchen. She hurriedly dialed Allison's number, knowing that Stiles and Scott probably wouldn't pick up, and waited for her friend to answer.

"Hello?" Allison answered, sounding stressed; Olivia could hear sobbing in the background. "Liv?"

"Is Lydia okay?" she asked quickly "Is she hurt? What happened?"

"How did you—" Allison paused for a second, bewildered, and continued, "She's safe but she started freaking out. She said she saw something in the ice."

"She saw something in the ice?" Olivia repeated, confused. "Okay, can you just bring her home, please?"

"Yeah," Allison agreed immediately. "Liv...how did you know something happened?"

Olivia frowned. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "I don't know."

Olivia and Allison quickly ended their call and she turned back to see that Derek had followed her into the kitchen.

"Lydia was freaking out," she explained, setting her phone back on the counter. "Allison's bringing her back here, so I think you guys should leave."

"Sure," Derek nodded. "But, Ollie..."

"Yeah?"

"When you said Lydia's name, your eyes turned purple."

Stiles quickly walked into the cafeteria, on a mission to find Scott.

All day he felt like there was something missing and most of that, he knew it was mostly because Olivia hadn't shown up at school, but there was also the fact Boyd was absent too. Boyd, who hadn't missed a day of school since the third grade other than the week he was gone for his little sister's funeral in middle school.

He just knew that it had something to do with Derek; Boyd was a loner just like Erica and Isaac and the two of them happened to be his best friends. It couldn't be just a coincidence that he happened to be absent from school the day after Erica turned into a werewolf.

He rushed toward Scott, dodging Allison who was walking away from him, and slid into the seat next to him.

"Scott, do you see that?" he pointed to Boyd's empty table.

"What?" Scott shrugged. "It's an empty table."

"Yeah, but whose empty table?" Stiles prompted; a look of realization came over Scott's face. "Yeah, it's Boyd's."

"Shit," Scott cursed, standing from his seat.

He and Stiles rushed out of the cafeteria, intending to find Boyd to discourage him from taking the bite.

"I'm going to the ice rink to see if he's there," Scott informed Stiles. "You go to his house. If he's not at home, call me, okay?"

Stiles hesitated, thinking it through. What exactly could they do to stop Boyd from taking the bite if he really wanted it? Maybe it wasn't really their business...maybe Olivia was right.

Scott saw his indecisive face. "What?"

"Maybe we should let him," Stiles told Scott. "Boyd, you know? You and Olivia said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

Scott shook his head and slapped Stiles' shoulder. "We can't."

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good," Stiles continued. "You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind."

"Yeah? How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott pointed out.

"All right," Stiles conceded. "all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

"They all are," Scott disagreed. "and you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"All right, I'm with you," Stiles gave him a supportive smile. "And I also gotta say, this new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you."

Scott rolled his eyes at the playful smirk on Stiles' face. "Shut up."

"No, seriously," Stiles chuckled. "do you wanna just try making out for a second? Just to see how it feels?"

It was only twenty minutes later that Stiles pulled up to Boyd's house after dropping Scott off at the skating rink. He ran out of his Jeep and bounded up to the house, knocking rapidly on the door.

"Hey, Boyd?" he called, tapping his knuckles against the flaking paint. "Hey, Boyd, it's Stiles!"

When there was no answer, he bent over, peeking into the window right next to the door. Unfortunately, curtains were blocking any view that he was hoping for. He sighed and knocked on the door again before turning around, gasping when he ran into Erica.

"Wow!" he gasped, taking a step back.

Erica giggled, both of her hands behind her back. "What are you doing here, Stiles?"

"Uh, n-nothing," Stiles stammered nervously. "I was just looking for, um..."

"Boyd?" Erica supplied, smirking.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded jerkily, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. "Yes. Boyd."

"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" Erica grinned. "You're only looking in my eyes."

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. "That's funny?"

"Well, yeah," she giggled. "because it's the kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes."

Stiles had to admit that she was right, but it was kind of hard not to be attracted to a nice pair of boobs. Erica just happened to have nice boobs that were practically popping out of her jacket.

"But you want to look, don't you?" Erica went on. "You want a nice, long, hard look."

"Not really, no," Stiles said stubbornly, continuing to look at her chocolate-brown eyes.

"Oh, so it's just my eyes?"

"Yes, you have beautiful eyes."

"I have beautiful everything."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "And a new-found self-confidence," he snarked. "Congratulations, Erica. I should get going."

He went to walk around Erica but she stopped him, pressing her hand forcefully against his chest.

"You're not going anywhere," she said harshly.

Stiles winced. "Why not?"

Erica grinned and held up the other hand she had been holding behind her back. In it, was something that looked suspiciously like the starter in his Jeep.

"You're having car trouble."

Stiles didn't react in time when she thrust the starter at his face. It slammed against his cheekbone and he dropped to the ground, falling unconscious.

When he woke up hours later, it was to the voice of an angel.

Scott. Isaac. Erica. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

Olivia's whole body tingled as she walked down Baker Street, following her gut. She was looking for something—no, someone—but she didn't know exactly who they were. The whispering in her head that was driving her crazy was trying to give her an answer.

Scott. Isaac. Erica. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

Olivia was exhausted; after Lydia got home from the ice rink, she had been a mess and needed comforting all night. That was fine with Olivia, she was very worried about her cousin and wanted to stay with her to make sure she was feeling all right. She even stayed when Lydia eventually fell asleep, keeping watch to make sure she had no nightmares.

When the sun rose and Lydia went to school, Olivia stayed home. After what Derek told her about her eyes the night before, she was freaked out. She wanted to know what was happening to her, so she skipped school to research what Google had to say about purple eyes and tingling bodies.

There wasn't much, so Olivia fell asleep around lunchtime. She woke up four hours later, feeling like she was laying on a vibrating massage table. That was when the whispering started and she felt like taking a walk.

It as like she was on autopilot as she made her way through Beacon Hills. It wasn't until she saw Stiles' Jeep that she realized she was looking for him.

"Stiles?" she called, looking around the area that the Jeep was parked in. "Stiles, are you there?"

It was quiet—except for her own voice calling Stiles' name—for a minute or so as she continued searching until she heard groaning coming from the dumpster across the road. She whipped around and saw some of the garbage moving, so she started walking over to it.

"Stiles, is that you?" she asked loudly. "Stiles, are you there?"

There was another groan and then, "Livvy?"

Only Stiles would call her by that stupid nickname. She quickened her pace and stood on her tiptoes so she could see into the dumpster. Stiles laid in the pile of garbage, a red mark of the side of his face.

"Stiles, oh, my God, are you okay?" she gasped; he grunted. "What happened to you?"

"Erica, that bitch," he spat, slowly sitting up. "She tore out my starter and decked me with it."

"Erica?!" Olivia exclaimed in surprise; what had she missed while she was sleeping? She grabbed Stiles' hand and helped him jump out of the dumpster. "What'd she do that for?"

"Ugh," Stiles groaned, rubbing his cheek; Olivia gave him a sympathetic look and wrinkled her nose from the horrid smell coming from him. "She's psychotic, that's why."

"Should I call an ambulance?" Olivia asked worriedly, reaching up to rub her thumb over the red mark on his cheek; Stiles froze, looking at her with wide eyes. "You might have a concussion."

"N-No, uh, I-I think I'm fine," Stiles stammered and Olivia's cheeks flushed as she realized what she was doing. "Uh, what are you doing here?"

Olivia pulled her hand away from Stiles' face and shoved them into her coat pockets. "Honestly, I don't know," she admitted. "I woke up and felt the need to come here. I didn't know why; I just heard your name in my head."

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "You heard my name?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah and Scott's, Isaac's, and Erica's," she told him, biting the inside of her cheek. "It's...something's been going on with me lately."

"Is that what happened last night?" he asked, remembering Allison's bewildered face when she said that you knew that Lydia was freaking out. "When Lydia was upset?"

"Yeah. Derek said my eyes were purple," Olivia inhaled sharply, her eyes starting to sting. "Um, do you want to share an Uber? I don't know much about cars, but I'm pretty sure you need a starter for it to run."

"That's fine," Stiles saw her eyes start to water and he felt his chest tighten. "Are you okay?"

"Um," Olivia pressed her fingers against her forehead, trying to stop the tears building up in her eyes—it wasn't working. "Yeah, I'm just freaking out, honestly. This whole thing is stressing me out, you're mad at me, I think something weird is going on with Lydia..."

Stiles frowned and reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug. Olivia didn't care about the smell of garbage coming off of him as she took his comfort, basking in the warmth his body provided. There was something so comforting about being in Stiles' arms, she realized. She felt safe in them like nothing could ever hurt her.

"I'm sorry," she cried into his chest, her tears finally falling. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Erica and Isaac."

"It's okay," he cooed, pressing his uninjured cheek against the puff on her winter hat. "we were both being stupid. It was their choice, anyway. It's none of my business."

"I hate when you're mad at me," Olivia admitted, pulling away from the hug to wipe her tears and look Stiles in the eyes. "I don't know why, though, because usually, I couldn't give a fuck if someone was mad at me."

Stiles grinned, remembering what Lydia said about her feeling lost. He felt the exact way without her and he loved that she was beginning to think of him like that.

"It's because you like me," Stiles teased her, nudging her shoulder.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "You ruined the moment," she stated flatly. "and you smell like garbage."

"Handsome garbage?"

"Seriously, Stiles?"

(Gif is not mine)

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Panic

Bruce banner panic attack fanfic.

Bruce was uncomfortable, He was sitting there after turning into the hulk, uncontrollably destroying a town, most likely killing lots of innocent people, and now nobody seemed to want to even look at him. He was sitting on the floor of the air jet, trying to warm up his body which was steadily growing colder. It wasn’t even cold outside, but that didn’t stop his body from shivering steadily. He was stretching this blanket to the ends of it’s ropes. Pulling it over as much of his body as he could. Don’t cry. He kept reminding himself that, over and over again. Not that it would matter nobody was looking at him anyway. Everyone was fawning over Nat, she had it worse than him and he tried to remind himself. But everyone knew that wasn’t true, she was just the easiest to relate to. His problem was unthinkable for most of them.

Tony looked down at Bruce, he had tried to help him un-hulk so to speak when they were in the city, but he wasn’t good at it.

“Hey Bruce.” his voice was calm, quite. Tony bent down to where Bruce was laying on the floor, well more sitting. He noticed the blanket stretched as far as it could go, and he felt bad. He sat down next to him, and hoped that that might warm him up a little.

“Hey Bruce you okay?” Bruce whimpered quietly in reply. He hated himself for not being able to hold it together, he sounded so stupid.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, his words were not incredibly clear. Having the other guy take control for so long did a number on him, mentally and physically.

“Hey hey, what are you sorry for?” “Shh hey it’s okay look at me.” Bruce put his head down. Tony took his hand and lifted up Bruce’s face by his chin.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He said almost dismissively.

“Yes.” He sounded scared like a little child, his eyes welling with tears.

“No, you don’t, and let me tell you why.” He scooted over closer to Bruce and tried to be comforting, but not make him feel too weak. Bruce didn’t like to be seen as weak, especially after his transition back. It made him uncomfortable.

“You did nothing wrong, I was able to get you to a building, where you didn’t hurt any more people.” “There were only like 60 casualties not counting people that didn’t die!”

Bruce blinked slowly, in an act of silent judgement that he was capable of even in his weakest moments. Tony snickered. “Sorry, sorry.” He said.

“I feel sick.” Bruce looked down to the floor. Everything was fuzzy, swaying back and forth in his vision.

“Hey, come here Bruce.” Tony put Bruce’s head on his shoulder. Bruce made a small grumble of complaining in reply, but was honestly too sick to do much of anything about it.

“Cap, can you bring me a bucket?!” Tony yelled across the aircraft.

Steve nodded and headed towards the back.

“Oh and Cap!” Steve turned around. “Watch your language while u do that okay?” Tony winked and smiled slyly.

“I swear, I said it once!” Steve yelled from behind as he grabbed a bucket.

Bruce was leaning on Tony, he was dizzy, the world was spinning less though.

“Bruce how u doin’?” Tony asked looking down. Bruce closed his eyes.

“Dizzy.” He said quietly, almost inaudible. Tony sat Bruce up and placed the bucket on his lap. Bruce was so tired, he hunched forward, semi sleeping on the bucket, face within the rim.

Nausea hit him like a brick, and he was left heaving into the bucket shamefully. He finally managed to throw up what little he had eaten that day, his face was pale, and he was sweating. He leaned back up against the wall. He felt the panic set in before he even finished vomiting.

Now he was shaking, he was vulnerable, so much so that it set him into a deeper panic.

“Shh hey you're okay Bruce.” Tony tried to calm him down.

“I can't, I can’t.” Bruce grabbed his head and put it between his knees, rocking slowly back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“What can’t you do?” “Come on Bruce you're okay.”

“I’m scared I can’t, I wanna go home.” His voice broke at the end, he just wanted to be somewhere safe, somewhere where he didn’t have to be this afraid about huking out. He would crash the aircraft with all the added weight that came with the other guy, not to mention kill his friends in the crash if he didn’t squash them first. Or well beat them to death, all valid concerns. “I’m scared, I just wanna…” His breath picked up, you could hear his heartbeat racing at a million miles through the hyperventilation.

“I can’t...I can’t.” Bruce started to wheeze, which made him only that much more fearful.

“Hey hey hey, hey buddy you're gonna be fine, just look at me okay, look at me.” “Let me see your eyes.” Bruce looked up he started crying. And wheezing more than he was before.

“Are they green?” He managed to get between sobs.

“Shh no, you're okay.” Tony patted the top of Bruce’s head.

“I- don’t- wanna- crash--plane.” He said between sobs.

“Trust me you’re gonna be fine Bruce, just take deep breaths like this okay?” “Match you breathing to mine.” “Good, good job.”

His breathing started to pan out and become more steady, even though he was still crying.

His breaths were shaky, and he was hiccuping, but it was better.

“There you go.” “Shh.” “Uh the suns going down?” Tony was looking for things to help Bruce calm down. Nat looked over her shoulder at them and laughed quietly.

“The suns going down?” “Really?” She laughed and shook her head at him. Putting her hand over her eyes.

“I’m trying!” Tony said. Bruce curled himself back up into the blanket.

“Yeah that’s it buddy, the suns going’ down really low, super extra super low the suns going down down down.” “And uh yeah the suns um it’s going down.” He shrugged at Nat, who just snickered again. Finally Bruce’s heart monitor stopped beeping. He exhaled a breath that he seemed to have been holding the entire time. When they landed he immediately went inside Clint’s house and fell asleep.

“We have to get that kid some anxiety medicine.” Tony told Nat as they walked inside. She just laughed.

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Carson/Tyler series crossover (Part 2)

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Daniel came home that evening to Tyler and Carson, still sleeping. didn't notice they were there until Tyler let out a cough. There was a pizza sitting on the coffee table. Daniel saw the two lying peacefully on the couch. He found it kinda funny that they were sleeping in almost the exact same position and he decided to take a picture. When he dropped his phone on the floor. It made a loud thud that woke carson up. He groaned as he perked his head up looking at Daniel.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty.” Daniel said sitting at the end of the couch where Carson's feet were. Turning on the TV, it was kinda loud so he was surprised when Tyler still didn't wake up. "Is he even alive? That would have woken up anybody."

"Go poke him." Carson said. He didn't feel like getting off the couch. He looked like bedhead twice over with bits of his dark brown hair sticking straight up and his mood matched his looks. Neither of them knew what kind of person Tyler was after he woke up so they were both hesitant.

"Why me?" Daniel complained. He sighed and walked up to Tyler and shook his shoulder. "Tyler are you alive?" He opened his eyes and turned his head behind him,

"Hn? Dunno, ask mom." He said sleepily shoving his face back into the corner of the couch. His brain was in limbo after that nap and he was super out of it. Daniel and Carson stood in confusion before Daniel started to laugh. Tyler rolled over and looked very confused then sat up, his brown hair had fallen out of the bun it had been put into that morning and his bangs were sticking up weird because he had his face shushed into the corner of the couch exposing the scar on his slightly larger forehead.

Daniel’s laugh faded after a minute or so, “What kind of party did you have while I was gone?”

“A sleeping one.” Carson replied.

Daniel opened the pizza box still sitting on the coffee table to see it hadn't been eaten. “Have you two eaten at all today? You bought pizza but didn't touch it.”

“We had about two slices of one.” Tyler responded. "We stepped away for ten seconds ya know, then it was getting eaten by pigeons. Those things are like rats with wings, I swear.”

“Probably.” Carson said, sitting up on the couch.

“I'm gonna heat this up,” Daniel said grabbing the pizza box and taking it to the kitchen leaving Tyler and Carson in the living room.

They sat there for a minute before Tyler started rummaging through one of his backpacks, Carson didn't know how he didn't notice it there because it was bright yellow. He pulled something the size of a small pillow, it looked like a sturdy plastic. It was light blue with small hoses and an oxygen mask attached to it.

“What is that?” Carson asked, staring curiously at it.

“A nebulizer, It's for when my inhaler isn’t really working.” Tyler didn't want to say anything, but he was slightly worried about his asthma. It seemed to be getting a little worse since he had been outside running around so he was going to be prepared this time so he wouldn't have to rely on Carson. He still felt guilty about when Carson had to heal him when he had run to Carson and Daniel's hotel room in the cold and rain forgetting his inhaler. “And if that doesn't work, i have this” Tyler pulled to things that looked like epinephrine pens from the little pocket of his backpack.

“Epi pens? Aren't those antihistamines?”

“Close, their bronchodilators, they relax the muscles in my lungs causing them to open, I hate sticking these in my leg. It hurts like hell ya know. It's even worse when somebody does it to you because you don't expect it. Do you have anywhere I can set this?” Tyler said holding up his nebulizer.

“Yeah” Carson got up and went to his room with Tyler. He moved the lamp over on his dresser so it was closer to the wall and set Tylers nebulizer on the side closer to the bed then plugged it in behind the dresser.

“Thanks ya know,”

“Sure,” Carson said when he and Tyler went to go and sit back down. They waited about ten more minutes before Daniel came back out with the pizza which was steamy from being heated up. They all ate pizza, watched tv and talked a bit. They eventually got tired around midnight and one by one they went to bed.

It was a sensation that was familiar to him slipping into a dream that made no sense. It was a familiar scene to Carson that he couldn't quite place. He was walking by some kind of stadium. It was loud and echoed through the air so he assumed there was a game happening. All of the sudden black. He was in something. He couldn't get out, banging on whatever was above him when he heard a phone ringing. This was starting to feel more and more familiar and not in a good way. He flipped the phone open but couldn't read who was calling but he answered anyways. Somebody was talking but he couldn't understand them, nothing was making sense. As it went on he could barely breathe, trying to pull in air but it didn't seem there was enough in the small space he seemed to be in. He slipped away into a familiar space he knew as death. Normally he’d be revived but it wasn't happening. He waited and waited until a tugging sensation came around his ankles and up his legs. He was suddenly being pulled into the black abyss of death. He tried to escape but nothing he struggled and struggled trying to break free but no use he was dying for real this time.

He woke up screaming, startling Daniel awake. Carson was hyperventilating and crying grabbing at his hair and face. Daniel was used to this by now seeing as Carson had frequent nightmares. He scooted closer to Carson and pulled him into a hug. Was he shaking? He normally didn't like being touched but there were a few acceptations. This one really got to him

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Daniel asked softly as he rubbed Carson's shoulder.

Carson shook his head. Daniel got up and got his laptop to put on cartoons which always seemed to make Carson feel better after horrible nightmares. This is the first one in a while that scared him this bad. He was so scared that he was really going to die. Carson layed down and watched the cartoons on Daniel's laptop, sniffling and rubbing the tears from his eyes. Carson always seemed to be vulnerable in his sleep.

After a while Carson had fallen back to sleep. Daniel hadn't noticed and yet to turn off the cartoons. He thought he heard soft bangs coming from Carson's room so he paused the video on his laptop. He sat there and listened before he heard more bangs , then the door opening. He got up after hearing a loud thud and somebody saying something that was hard to make out. He walked out of his room to see what was going on, through dim lights of the lamp in Carson's room he could see Tyler on the ground gasping for air and pulling at the strings of his backpack that was by the couch in front of Carson's bedroom door.

Tyler woke up around 2 am wheezing, he quickly fumbled for his inhaler and took several puffs of it before he realized it wasn't working. He resorted to his nebulizer slowly cranking up the dose. Sometimes it took a minute to work so he sat there before he realized it wasn't going to work, he didn't think clearly so he started banging on the wall to Daniel's room the only thing was the bathroom was right in between the two rooms so his attempts were futile of banging loud enough for anyone to wake up to it. He tried the nebulizer again but it really wasn't working. Tyler couldn't breathe in deeply enough to get the medicine in his lungs before it was breathed out. He started feeling dizzy and light headed from the lack of oxygen, It was like breathing through a straw that was getting narrower. He fumbled around Carson's room looking for his yellow backpack when he realized he left it in the living room. The dizziness got to the better of him as he started to stumble for the door. He fell but managed to grab at the door handle and pry it open before falling all the way to the floor. He tried calling for Carson and Daniel but he could barely breathe so he didn't think anyone would hear him.

“Tyler?!” Daniel shouted, rushing over to him after walking out of his room a white cat running out behind him. “Carson! He shouted. Daniel didn't know what to do. He didn't know anybody with asthma so he had no idea how to handle him. He rolled Tyler on his back which made it worse but Tyler couldn't say anything. His face paled and you could see his lips and fingertips were ever so slightly blue because he wasn't getting enough air in. Carson came out of the room quickly and hurried over to Where Daniel was kneeled “What do we do Carson?!”

Carson thought for a second he grabbed his arm to get a sense of what was going on inside of him. Reading his energy he turned to Daniel. He suddenly remembered all of the medications he had shown him. Good thing he did or they would have no clue what to do.”Give me the yellow backpack. Daniel did what he asked and fumbled around in Tyler's backpack eventually pulling out one of the pens Tyler had shown him. He pushed out the needle which was easily as long as his thumb. Seeing that made Carson nervous,”Maybe we should call an ambulance?”

“What do you mean you have the pen!”Danie shouted.

“Im not qualified to use needles!” He said raising his voice.

“Just do it already!”

Carson took the Bronchodilator and shoved it into his thigh. Tyler took a gasp of air as he panted. Carson and Daniel let out a sigh of relief as The sound of Tyler heaving air ment they wouldn't have to call an ambulance. They sat there for a while Just quietly hovering around Tyler as he enjoyed the air mother nature tried to deprive him of. “ It's gonna be a frequent thing?” Carson asked, letting out a sigh.” Because the last time I met you this happened.” he said pulling out the pen from Tyler's leg and cringing at the groan of pain he let out as he rubbed where it was sticking into.

“It was only this bad because I was outside during a flare up,” Tyler croaked.

A lot of Tyler's plans were ruined as he was forced to stay inside for a few days, Trying to avoid any air pollutants or any contact with allergies until his asthma cooled down a bit. He spent those days studying magic books with him and Daniel. Tyler had a tiny little notepad he was writing things down on. It was hard to keep track of anything Tyler wrote because his handwriting was terrible. There were tons of little scribbles, circles drawings and arrows that Carson swore was code and not writing. Daniel was kinda surprised but not too shocked to see how much Tyler had dedicated himself to learning magic. Tyler may have been the only psychic magician That hasn't tried to kill Carson that he's known. It was nice to have a change of pace.

By all means Tyler liked to hang out with Daniel and Carson, but he was bored as hell staying inside so he decided to play with the keyboard he bought a few days ago. "Do ya mind if I play on this?" Tyler asked Carson and Daniel who were sitting on one of the couches. Go for it, Daniel said looking at Tyler who was holding the keyboard even folded up it was about as tall as his waist, it worried Daniel a little bit that Tyler might barely be able to pick it up. He was proved wrong when he easily moved it and set it up. Tyler played little notes to test how it worked for a little bit.

"Anyone got requests?"

"Not really." Carson said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

"Suit yourself," Tyler said, positioning his fingers on the keyboard and letting his hands work on their own. Carson and Daniel were surprised when the soft melody he was playing actually sounded decent. It seemed like Tyler was good at several things for all Carson knew he could actually sing

"When did you learn how to play piano?" Daniel asked. "You seem pretty good at it."

Tyler kept playing while talking to Daniel, "Um im not sure, sixth grade maybe. My brothers and sisters took it too but only me and Audrey kept it up."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Five, three older sisters and two older brothers. Me, the youngest , maddie, Addie and Audrey they're twins, Sam, and you guys have met Elliot."

"Was he the one that popped into your hospital room for like 10 minutes."

Yeah, what about you Daniel?"

"Three, an older sister and brother and then my younger brother."

"Siblings are nice ya know," Tyler said, continuing to play the keyboard. Carson and Daniel just sat there and listened as Tyler played relaxing melodies which really was the song of healing from Majora's mask that Tyler had learned when he was 12.. He liked piano a lot and he frequently lost himself in it. His fingers Flowing over the keas like water in a river. He didn't know how long he was spaced out for before he felt Daniel poking at his arm from behind. He was set up right behind the couch closer to the laundry room so it didn't take much effort to reach over there.

“Earth to Tyler, I asked if you were hungry.”

“Oh what, sorry, yeah i could eat. I just kinda slipped away for a bit ya know.”

“Sounds like you actually enjoy it,”

“Yeah,”

That night Tyler woke up to go to the bathroom. He walked in and turned on the light only to see somebody curled up on the bathroom floor on his side. “Carson?!” Tyler gaped and dropped to the floor by Carson trying to wake him up. “Carson? Come on buddy get up,” He studied Carson to make sure he hadn't hurt himself falling or worse he then noticed a bottle of pills that were spilled by Carson's hand along with an empty cup that was knocked over. He rubbed his hands through his long messy hair as he started to panic. Then Carson stirred, opened his light blue eyes and looked up at Tyler.

“C-Carson?” Tyler stuttered “ Are you okay, should I call an ambulance?

“Calm down,” Carson said pinching his eyes closed and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I was just napping,”

“Just napping? What's this?” Tyler asked, holding up the bottle of spilled pills.

“Wot’s this,” Carson said, mocking Tyler's accent again “ Can’t you read?”

“No, I don't have my glasses.”

“It’s Hydrocodone.”

“Hydrocodone? Migraines? Do you get them often?”

“Yeah,” Carson felt like total shit, his head felt like it was splitting in half with the unbearable pain that was in his head. He had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor trying to get the migraine to go away when Tyler had woken him up and turned the light on. It made the migraine worse. “Could you turn off the light?”

“Uh, sure.” Tyler didn't want to be in total darkness so he decided to do something, his third eye let off a dim pink light so he decided if he opened it and not actually used it then it should be fine. He turned off the light and left the bathroom a few minutes later he came back with two pillows, a blanket, a sketchbook and his glasses. His hair had been set into a lazy ponytail at the nape of his neck that had not bothered to have been brushed. Tyler tossed the pillow and blanket at Carson and kept one to himself. He made his way to the bathtub managing to not step on Carson. He felt around to see if the bathtub was wet then sat down and tucked the pillow behind his back. He concentrated for a bit then let his eye open, a faint light about as bright as a glowstick came from it; it was enough to where Tyler could see the paper in front of him.

“Thanks,” Carson mumbled as he set his head on the pillow and tossed a blanket over himself. “Shouldn't you go back to bed or something?”

“If you're going to lay on the bathroom floor then i'm going to lay in the bathtub.”

“Whatever,” Carson snugged his face into the pillow and closed his eyes. He sensed a faint energy coming from Tyler as he drifted back to sleep.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Daniel understood why Carson was there but not why Tyler was there too sleeping in the bathtub. He didn't have time for this; he had to get ready for work. He grabbed tyler's sketchbook and pencils that laid on his lap and tossed it onto Carson, hoping he would wake up. And of course, he did wake up. Daniel then went to the bathtub and set his hand on the faucet handle.

“If you don't get up in ten seconds I’m turning this water on.” Tyler almost never woke up to noise so Daniel's verbal threats were pointless, after all he had 5 other siblings to drown out. Daniel counted to ten and turned on cold water, Tyler simply scooted down the tub more, groaned and flipped the pillow over his head before his brain felt the sudden rush of cold. Carson was thoroughly annoyed why couldn't Daniel wake him up by shaking his shoulder or something. His head still hurt and he didn't want to exist yet.

“I need a shower, some people have to work for a living,” He more directed it at Carson since he was the only one there who didn't have a job, however he had a lot of money from healing people so he was the one that paid the bills. Carson and Tyler left the bathroom and just stood there quietly before Tyler decided he was cold and went to change his clothes that were now very wet. Carson dragged his pillow and blanket to the couch and laid back down. His head was still hurting and he wanted to sleep for the rest of his life.

Tyler came out wearing a plain jacket without a shirt under and pajama bottoms. “Hey Carson? Can I use your washer? I ran out of shirts.”

Carson let out a groan and waved in a shooing motion which Tyler took as the okay. He spent a good two minutes trying to figure out how to use it before dumping his clothes in and sitting on the opposite couch. Eventually Daniel left for work and then began Tyler and Carson’s movie marathon. They watched anything from disney movies to horror movies. The only horror movie that Tyler actually liked was amityville horror. Tyler knew how ghosts really were but that movie always got to him. Tyler started to feel restless around 6 or 7 so he decided to go on a walk. He asked Carson if he wanted to go but he still wasn't feeling good so he went on his own. It was still afternoon sunlight outside because it was summer. Tyler felt hungry so he went to get doughnuts at a mini-mart. He was careful not to wander too far off from the apartments so he wouldn't get lost in the city. He realized that he couldn't eat a ton of doughnuts by himself so he stopped by the police station and said hi to Riley and Morris. They asked him about how his arm and leg were since the last time they saw him,Tyler had his arm crushed by rubble and his leg gashed open by debris. He had scars in both his arm and leg now. He was there for maybe twenty minutes before he decided to wander back since it was almost 8pm and the sun was starting to go down. He didn't know what kind of weirdos were wandering around at night in big cities.

Daniel was off of work and headed home. He tried to get the elevator to work but nothing, it was fine that morning when he left. He was about to head up the stairs when Tyler showed up.

"Where's your shirt, dude?" Daniel asked, looking him up and down.

"I ran out."

“You could have just taken one of Carson’s you know,” he added. Carson must not have offered, he’d have to ask him about that when he got back to the apartment.

"Oh you're right, I didn't think of that."

“By the way, did Carson’s migraine ever go away?” Daniel asked as he opened the door to the stairwell, having given up on the elevator.

"Why are you taking the stairs? And no I don't think so. Either that or he just wanted to sleep all day."

“The lift is broken. You coming or what?” He held the door open for him.

Tyler shook his inhaler to make sure he was ready," Yeah we might have to stop a few times on the way up." Tyler said as he and Daniel started up the stairs. It wasn't too hard at first but by the third flight he had to stop and take a breather.

Daniel sat down on the step next to him. He wasn’t thrilled about this either but he had been gone all day and wanted to get back to the apartment.

"Sorry Daniel," Tyler said breathlessly, a light layer of sweat starting to form on his forehead. "If asthma didn't exist we wouldn't have this problem."

“I miss living on the second floor,” Daniel sighed, looking up at the many flights of stairs between them and the apartment. Of all days the elevator could stop working it just had to be today.

"Im happy I live on the second floor," Tyler chuckled and stood back up after catching his breath for a minute.

“Three more and we’ll be halfway there,” He said bitterly. Daniel seriously wondered if Tyler would make it.

Tyler sighed, alright he thought to himself. I can make 9 more right? "Alright let's go." He said, continuing up the stairs again. He lasted about one and a half more flights before he was out of breath again, "Daniel just keep going without me, I'll make it up eventually." He said half leaning on the rails.

Daniel shook his head and chuckled. If Carson was there he’d be making some dramatic speech right now about how he had to go on without him like some scene from a movie. A tiny part of him was tempted to just keep going and let Tyler take his time but he couldn’t do that. “Just take another break. We’ll get there, it’s not that far.”

"You sure, you look kind of annoyed I can tell."

Tyler was picking up on something but it wasn’t annoyance. Daniel had been gone for hours and it was starting to get to that point where he’d get anxious if he wasn’t with Carson. Daniel rubbed his hands over his arms as if he was cold despite it being quite hot still. “It’s fine.”

Tyler looked at him like he didn’t believe him but they continued up the stairs anyway. They were getting slower and slower, even with all the breaks. At this pace they would get there some time tomorrow morning.

As they climbed higher up the stairs his senses started to tingle, it felt weird like a thick haze. "The air is pretty thin up here don't ya think?" Tyler said fanning himself with his jacket.

Daniel laughed, “We’re not that high up. Is that inhaler working for you?”

"Yeah, it's fine, something feels off here, I can't tell what it is."

“It’s probably fine. The security is tight in this building,” Daniel dismissed the concern, thinking he had gone paranoid from oxygen deprivation. Everything felt fine to him.

They continued to climb the stairs to the 6th floor. It wasn't just his brain playing tricks on him, something really was weird, he couldn't tell what it was as they reached the landing of the 6th floor Tyler felt so compelled to open the door. Daniel just stared at him.in confusion.

“Uhhh, Tyler? We live on the 12th floor. Sorry to break it to you but we’re only halfway there.”

Tyler glanced at Daniel before his gaze returned to the door of the 6th floor, his eyebrows furrowing. What the hell was it? The thick feeling of haze was really strong there but he decided to open the door anyways before getting hit with a strange wave of negative emotions that had him slamming the door and pressing his back to it. "I don't- I don't feel too good," He said, taking a deep breath trying not to throw up.

Daniel put his arm out behind him so he couldn’t fall down the stairs if he passed out and looked at the door Tyler just slammed shut. “I don’t know what the hell is going on but I think we should get away from this door, yeah? Come on.” He grabbed his arm and urged him forward. He planned to come back later to investigate with Carson.

"Yea-" Tyler covered his mouth suppressing a gag and managing not to throw up in the middle of the stairwell.

Daniel looked at Tyler with caution and worry as he didnt want to be thrown up on but he also wanted to get Tyler out of there quickly. He didn't believe he was about to do this but it was the fastest way he crouched down and urged Tyler to get on his back making Tyler promise Not to throw up on him. He tried to reject Daniels' offer but he didn't give him much choice. The further up they got the better Tyler seemed to get. On The 10th floor he told Daniel that he was fine but Daniel didn't believe him and he still looked pale. He let Tyler down on a landing when his feet hit the floor he stumbled a bit before straightening up and walking up the stairs. Daniel was glad that Tyler could walk on his own because he was exhausted from carrying him 4 flights up and he was tired and sweaty.

“I can buy dinner if you want me to, ya know, for carrying me.”

“Sure, thanks.”There was a little piece of him that wanted something for doing all of that, he was glad Tyler brought it up.

Carson woke up to Daniel and Tyler walking into the apartment. It was pretty noisy because Tyler had tripped over a boot that was laying in front of the door. His head felt a lot better than it did earlier but it still felt like an echo was there. He noticed that Daniel and Tyler both looked pretty worn out.

“What happened to you two?”

“The elevator broke,” Tyler said, slipping off his converse.

“You actually walked 12 flights of stairs?” Carson asked knowing he would probably just wait until the elevator was fixed.

“Yeah, and lucky for you I'm ordering dinner,” Tyler said, flopping onto the couch opposite of Carson and pulling out his phone. “What do you guys want?”

Carson didn hesitate when he declared he wanted sushi. Daniel went along with it. He was feeling good enough to eat now and he was a little hungry anyway cause he hadn't eaten all day. Tyler sighed and fumbled with his phone a bit. They realized the guy delivering their food would have to walk all the way up the stairs. Carson didn't really care though. It was a while before The food got there, when it did they Tyler tipped the guy like ten bucks. They sat at the table and all separated their orders. Carson poked at his wich was normal. What was not normal is that Tyler was barely touching anything he had. The past week he had scarfed down anything he was handed.

“What's wrong?” Daniel asked, noticing Tyler's Lack of enthusiasm to eat anything.

“Dunno,” he sighed, setting down his fork, “I'm just, not hungry.”

“Could it have been from earlier?”

Carson was confused. Did something happen that Daniel hadn’t told him? Was that part of the reason they looked particularly tired when they walked in? “Earlier?” he asked, staring at Daniel expectantly.

“I’m not sure what happened exactly,” Daniel started not really knowing how to explain what happened in the stairwell.

“There's something on the 6th floor,” Tyler stated. “A malevolent spirit most likely,” he pressed his hands into his face, just the feeling of being on the same floor as that thing was panic inducing the very thought of it made him sick to his stomach. “It’s been there for a while the whole floor reeks of it.”

“We need to send it back. It can't just be left there.” Carson stated.

“”Don't you think i know that? We can't just send it as it is we need to purify it.”

“What do you mean purify it?” Carson was genuinely confused. He didn't really know much about ghosts or spirits, only that they existed and they were sent to the other side after they had died.

“Ya know? Cleanse it, rid it of evil and malevolent, uh ness.” Tyler was trying to explain as well as he could but knew no professional terminology.

“That's real? I thought that was something that was in movies.”

“You and me both. I didn't figure things out until I moved into my current apartment.” When Tyler had moved in there was a spirit that was attached to that apartment for years. The first time he did it he woke up on the floor the next day with blood all over his face. It might end up the same way for Carson.

Tyler rushed over to the bookshelf gathering magic books and setting them on the table as he pushed his food aside which he probably couldn't stomach at the moment anyways. He grabbed the little notebook he had and started going at it desperately searching for anything that would make it easier to purify this thing. There were several things that related to sealing evil spirits but not purifying things. Eventually Carson joined in on the research too as well as Daniel.

The more Daniel thought about it, the more of a bad idea it seemed. How much energy this would take out of Carson or Tyler not knowing what it would do to them. What if it got one of these guys possessed. There were a lot of worst case scenarios that flooded through his head when something Tyler said confirmed one of his suspicions.

“We’d need some way to keep the spirit from getting to us, it’d want to leave but it needs a physical body to do so.”

Carson started to say something when Daniel snapped a book closed. “I'm not letting you do this,” He said, collecting books from the table attempting to stop them from getting any more ideas.

“Why what's the harm?” Tyler complained.

“What's the harm?! Do you have any idea what getting possessed might do to you guys?”

Tyler was hovering over a few books protectively looking slightly annoyed “Yes actually, it's not as bad as you think. It only happened because I didn't know how to keep them out.”

“Do you really think Carson knows how to do that?” Daniel asked like Carson wasnt sitting right next to them.

Carson couldn't blame Daniel for being concerned he could have at least a little faith in him. Daniel reached for the books Tyler was hovering over before his hand was shooed away and Tyler pulled the books closer to himself glaring at Daniel with a “don't you dare touch these” look. He couldn't understand why he was being so defensive about it. “I’m not letting you do it. Not if there's a risk of getting possessed.” They continued to bicker about it before Daniel dropped the conversation and went to bed. Tyler stayed up later than Carson still looking for things that would help him purify this thing until he found something. If Daniel didn't want them to take care of this then he would have to sneak out. He drew the symbol on about 15 pieces of paper so it would be one big circle then taped it all together and folded it and shoved it into the book it came from. He had to wake carson up so he managed to telepathically communicate with him. Something they had learned to do around the time they first met.

“Hey,” He thought into Carson's head while he was sleeping.”Hey wake up, I've got it.”

It took a second for Carson to respond. “Got what? Why are you waking me up?” He thought back

“We can purify it now. Lets go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes and don't wake up Daniel. He’ll get in the way.” Tyler didn't hear anything from Carson so he thought he might have to do it alone. He suddenly came out of Daniel’s room wearing sweatpants and a sweater even though it was summer as well as an empty jar that gave off a weird energy. It made Carson feel a little nostalgic for when he used to sneak out when he was a teenager.

“You’re actually coming?” Tyler whispered as he was slipping on his shoes. He was glad he didn't have to work on his own.

Carson tossed him a bracelet that was made of large wooden beads that each had symbols carved into it. Then he slipped one onto his own wrist. “You said we needed it right?”

Carson started to slip on his shoes when Daniel came out of the room with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. “If you're going somewhere I'm coming too.”

“Do whatever,” Tyler mumbled angrily which seemed out of character for him “If you get in our way I'll make you wait outside.”

They left the apartment and tried the elevator again luckily it seemed to be fixed. It would have been very convenient for them earlier. They took it down to the sixth floor Carson noticed how more irritated Tyler seemed as they went down. They arrived on the 6th floor and Carson could feel the energy there even though he was wearing the bracelet it felt heavy. Tyler seemed to be incredibly anxious at this point as he took a deep brethand closed his eyes as he walked forward keeping them closed. Carson was confused as to what he was doing until he saw him reaching his hands over the doors. He was feeling for what apartment it was in however Daniel didn't seem to catch on.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Tyler snapped his head in their direction with a disturbing look of anger in his face, his purple eyes staring daggers at them before turning his head and continuing what he was doing. It seemed to startle Daniel “What's up with him?” Daniel asked carson with his brow furrowing slightly. Carson was just as confused as Daniel was. He couldn't really think of real reasons Tyler would be angry he didn't even get mad when Carson had Tackled him at one point he just got up and brushed himself off as Carson stormed away.

Tyler suddenly stopped and knocked on the door of 606 several times before a middle aged man with a beer belly and a white Tank Top he seemed to be even taller than Daniel which ment he towerd over Tyler. came out looking angry and very annoyed. Apparently Tyler was even more so because he was having none of this shit.

“Look, your apartment is haunted. I'll give you two options, One; You let us pass and purify the spirit we will be gone quickly. Two; we force our way in and if you try to stop us I will knock you out with that lamp shade behind you. So what's it gonna be?” The man chuckled and told Tyler to prove it, big mistake. Tyler stuck his hand up with two fingers in the air and pulled them towards himself as a lamp came flying from behind the guy knocking him out as Tyler emotionlessly and let the man fall and stepped over him.

They really started to get concerned at Tyler's sudden shift in behavior and decided they should point it out. “Tyler? Ya good there dude?” Carson asked as He and Daniel walked towards the apartment door.

Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Yeah fine, lets get it over with.”

He just stared at Tyler as he walked into the apartment somebodys in a bad mood. He thought to himself.

The feeling of dread when they walked into the apartment was probably the strangest sensation ever. It was messy and gross and it smelled like beer, they had to clear out a space just to sit. How is this something he hadn't noticed for the several years that he had lived in that building. Tyler walked in setting up the large magic circle sheet and set it up on the floor while sitting next to it. Carson checked to see if it was stable with his vision and it had a pretty strong structure. “How do we do this?” Carson asked, he had no idea how to purify a spirit.

“I have to pry the dark energy apart from the soul without damaging it, It's kind of like surgery it can take anywhere from a few minutes to six or so hours.” He suddenly jerked forward, setting one hand on the floor and the other on his stomach then moving it to his mouth exhaling from his nose before continuing. “We might be here w while so-” he stood up suddenly and dashed towards the bathroom. The apartment was the same as Carson's but reversed so he knew where everything was more or less. He locked the door behind him leaving Daniel and Carson in an awkward silence and the muffled sound of Tyler hacking up everything he had eaten in the past 20 years.

Carson was also feeling nauseous he wasn't sure if it was because the putrid smell of the apartment or the thick feeling that came along with the spirit but he managed to push it to the back of his mind he was glad that he isn't as sensitive to these things as Tyler was. Carson continued setting things up looking through bookmarks. Tyler had book marked and had witten things on sticky notes. Lots of things and symbols related to sealing and removing dark spirits. E came out of the bathroom like nothing happened and got right back to what he was doing. “Carson do you know how to separate things like that?”

Carson had a lot of experience in this field. It can't be any different from separating cancer cells right? “Yeah it takes a while though.”

“Good.” Tyler said “it would shorten the time it takes to do this.” Tyler took the time to put strange purple flower in the center of the magic circle and waited. Caron got a strange chill up his spine as well as Tyler then the flower turned red, it had started. Carson looked with his magic there was a strange dark energy that stained the flower and that same dark energy was swirling around trying to get out of the circle.

Tyler and Carson set their hands onto the edge of the circle and began. Bit by bit they began picking off the bad and negative pieces like picking olives off a pizza. To anyone outside it would look like they were just sitting there with their eyes closed. But to them it was like an operating room one wrong step and they could corrupt the soul or even themselves. Both Tyler and Carson broke into a sweat as they started to struggle, they were at a very delicate spot where they were separating stuff from the core of the soul, “Are we almost there?” Carson groned. They both appeared to be getting exhausted after about an hour. The man that Tyler had hit with the lamp had gotten up and was enraged. How dare some random strangers demand to be let in. Daniel wasn't paying attention when the man got up. He stormed by and grabbed Tyler by the shoulder breaking his concentration.

“Who the hell do you think you are, you little shit?!” the man screamed, shaking Tylers shoulder causing his hand to slip. He grimiched and yelped in pain.what he had been doing was very delicate so his lack of control was dangerous for him and the soul. His nose let out a small stream of blood as he repositioned himself. Daniel grabbed the man's arm and tried to hold him back then he whipped out his phone. “You all are a buch of fuckin magic useres the cops can deal with you.” Daniel panicked but there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. As the police were on their way Carson started shaking, Daniel got closer to check on him only to discover he was starting to shiver. Daniel took off the light jacket he was wearing and threw it over Carson. That would do little to help. There was a knock at the door behind them, it was the police. The busts in the door guns drawn.

“This is the police! Don't move, any use of magic and we will shoot.” Daniels' heart was beating a million miles a minute as the apartment owner stood there with a snarky grin on his face. The officers looked around and locked eyes on Carson who was facing the door. He lowered his gun as well as the woman with him. “Sir you are not in danger here” the male officer said putting the gun back in its holster. The man had been saved by

“You should just go home sir,”The female officer said.

The man got angry. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. “This is MY house!! They're the ones who broke in!”

“Then you should go somewhere else,” she said closing the door and leaving. The man was more angry than he was and glared daggers at Daniel as he was still in between him and the two magicians sitting on the floor.

The last bit of negative energy had been removed and then they spring into action startling Daniel and the drunk. Carson suddenly Smacked a jar onto the floor and held it with both hands as Tyler jumped up grabbing what seemed to Daniel, thin air and shoved it into the jar. Tyler kneeled in the center of the circle and seemed to concentrate.

Dark energy was swirling around him and he needed to dissolve it. He had little control so what he was going to do was risky, he concentrated as much as he could and destroyed the dark parts, their energy dissolving and lifting the feeling of the room. He and Carson started panting heavily as soon as it was done. Everything suddenly felt hot and cold at the same time. He scooted backwards into the couch still panting and letting out little coughs. “Take- that. You sick son of a bitch.” he let his eyes slip closed as he went limp falling sideways. Carson let out a wispy laugh before laying down on his side and curling up while he shivered. Daniel went straight to Carson as Tyler just seemed worn out so he wasn't too worried about him.

“Car? Carson can you hear me?” Daniel asked as he repositioned the jacket so it was completely wrapped around Carson like a swaddle. Carson gave a lazy nod, keeping his eyes closed, as Daniel looked around for more things to cover him up with. “I need blankets, please,” He begged the drunk. Luckily he wasn't completely heartless and got about four blankets and gave them to Daniel. He threw them over Carson and wrapped him up. Over the blankets, Daniel wrapped his arms around Carson to provide some warmth, knowing he wouldn’t complain at a time like this. He ran his hands up and down Carson’s arms instinctively as if the friction would help somehow. “I told you it wasn't a good idea didn’t I?” He glanced over at Tyler who was still out cold but he could see that he was breathing steadily so he didn’t seem to be in immediate danger. About ten minutes went by and Carson seemed to be warming up though he was still shivering a bit. “Can you stand? We need to get back to the apartment,” He needed to get Carson and Tyler out of there, mainly to treat them, but he also didn't want to stay in that disgusting apartment anymore it smelled and there were empty beer bottles, clothes, paper and food wrappers all over.

Carson didn't want to move but he reluctantly got up and wrapped himself up in Daniels jacket that was two sizes too big, still shivering. He looked sad as he was forced to leave his pile of blankets behind. Daniel managed to prop Tyler on his back and walk out the apartment and to the elevator. All Carson could do was trail behind him, trying to keep up even though his legs felt stiff and weak. Daniel’s back felt uncomfortably hot, more hot than it should be. It dawned on him that Tyler might have a mild fever and he'd have to check it when he got to the apartment. Carson was still shivering, he looked exhausted, like he was ready to just sleep on the elevator floor. He’d seen that look of exhaustion on Carson before. His eyes were glazed over and Daniel could tell just looking at him that he was counting down the seconds until he could sit down again. Carson kept an eye on Tyler, he seemed okay but he wouldn’t really know without looking at him with his magical senses. When he tried to switch over to his other sight he closed his eyes for a little too long and forgot what he was doing. The ding of the elevator woke him back up suddenly.

Daniel laid Tyler on the couch and motioned Carson to do the same. He got the thermometer and blankets while pulling out his phone. He was honestly overwhelmed. He could handle just Carson but not both, he couldn't do this on his own and there was only one person he could really call in this situation. Carson's mom, Diana. She was a registered nurse and she might know what to do, at the very least she’d know more than he did. Daniel stuck the thermometer into Tyler's mouth and made sure Carson was fully covered in blankets, then he turned up the heat a bit while he dialed Diana's number.

‘He-hello Diana?” Daniel stuttered, standing up and running his hand through his hair before going to check the thermometer that just beeped. 101.6*, okay not too bad, now for Carson.

“Daniel? What's wrong?” she asked, hearing the panic in Daniels' voice. “Is it Carson?”

“Yeah he-”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes.” Diana lived a good two hours away but when it came to Carson she could care less about a speeding ticket.

“Okay, I-I have another person here too, he has a low fever, he should be fine.”

“Okay,” she responded, Daniel could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone before she hung up. Daniel heard the beep of the thermometer, 94*. Carson was falling asleep so Daniel patted the side of his face to wake him up. “Come on Carson, you can't fall asleep.” he sat Carson up on the couch and kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn't closing his light blue eyes for any reason but blinking. Tyler started to stir as he woke up he let out a coughing fit, lifting his head off the arm of the couch. Daniel knew that wasn't a good sign coming from Tyler but why he was coughing wasn’t from asthma.

“Tyler are you okay?” Daniel asked. But didn't get a response. He still seemed dazed. Daniel paced around until Diana got there.

He heard knocking at the door and quickly let Diana in. She went straight to Carson.

He's cold, what's his temperature?

“94*, it was 94* last time I checked.” Tyler let out another coughing fit each one sounding more aggressive. Daniel went for the yellow bag in carson's bedroom and pulled out an inhaler and brought it out. “Tyler, do you need this, be honest with me.”

“Diana wiped her head around to see Tyler behind her she quickly moved the coffee table so it was perpendicular to the couches and ad the end of the couch were Carson and Tyler's feet were facing and set a bunch of medical supplies she had brought with her including IV bags, a first aid kit, and things you could do surgery with. “Is he an asthmatic?” she asked.

“Uh- yes.” Daniel stuttered

“Bring any medical supplies he has out here, just in case. And prop pillows under him don't let him lay flat on his back like that especially if he's coughing.” Daniel did as she asked as Diana tended to Carson attempting to warm him up. Dropping one of the blankets over Carson's head and making sure none of him was exposed to open air accept his face as he just stared at her in a daze as she laid him down.

“Mom? Why are you here?” he asked.

“Because I’m your mom I don't need a reason to visit.

Daniel came out with the nebulizer, yellow backpack and about six pillows. He did as the nurse asked and propped Tyler up as he had his hand around Tyler's head. It felt hot and it was then he noticed he was dripping in sweat. “No no it can't be,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed the thermometer and re-checked Tyler's temperature.* “Uh, diana? Do fevers usually rise this quickly?” Daniel asked with panic in his voice.

“What was it before ?”she asked. Raising an eyebrow.

“101.6,” he stammered.

“What is it now?”

“102.4” Daniel said, hands shaking. He was getting so overwhelmed at this point he felt like he was going to cry.

“Give him the acetaminophen in the IV bag over there.”

“But-” Daniel had hardly any confidence putting a needle in anybody but he was taught how to do it correctly by Diana so he had no choice because she was busy with Carson.

Tyler was just lying there dazed as he let out small coughs here and there. He just stared into nothing until he saw the needle above him. Something told him he should be afraid of it. He jerked his arm away as his breathing became rapid and panicked as he tried to squirm away. Daniel put his hand over Tylers chest to make sure he stayed down but that just scared him more. He tried to grab at Daniels arm and push him off but he was a lot stronger than Tyler was. “No, no no no no.” he whined, kicking his legs and making things difficult. Daniel held down Tylers arm as he inserted the IV into Tyler's arm and set the bag on the back of the couch. He dragged a lamp over and hooked the bag on a branch of the lamp.

After Diana finished tending to Carson he went over Tyler and gave him a full blown check up. He could tell he was underweight just by the fact he could see his ribs, he still wasn't wearing a shirt. He seemed to be getting very agitated at people touching him, getting as fidgety as Carson would be. He suddenly got aggressive and went to bite at Diana before Daniel pulled her back letting Tyler scratch his arm. For Diana it was just another day of work but Carson wasn't having it. He sat up and came to attention as a protective instinct came over him.

“What the hell man?!” Carson shouted still wrapped in several blankets. “Back off, pull yourself together!”

Daniel got in between Diana and Tyler who he noticed was acting very strange and out of character. Tyler let out an aggressive wet cough that seemed to go on forever. She needed to check his breathing. The aggressive coughing was worrying.

“Is he normally aggressive like this?” She asked, grabbing a syringe and making sure there were no air bubbles.

“No, he's pretty cooperative.” Daniel said. Diana asked him to hold Tyler down while she sedated him. Tyler slowly stopped fidgeting until his eyes fluttered closed and he was fully sedated. She put a stethoscope to his chest and back as Daniel held him up. It sounded normal, for an asthmatic anyways. Tyler seemed fine for now despite the fever so she went back to Carson going to recheck his temperature. 96* still a little low but he wasn't hypothermic anymore. They enjoyed the next ten minutes as there wasn't a whole lot of chaos.

“So,” Diana started. “How do you guys know this kid? Tyler was it?”

“Daniel glanced at Tyler who would be out cold for the next 15 minutes or so, “We met him during the case we did in Oregon. He was a magic consultant.”

“He’s a magician?” Diana asked kind of surprised she had never met another magician other than Carson so she was kind of intrigued. Tyler wasn't actually a magician, he was a psychic but she really didn't know the difference.

“Yeah, he's pretty inexperienced.” Carson chimed in. “And annoying, I had to stab this guy in the leg with a bronchodilator the other day. At like three o’clock in the morning.”

“How long has he had magic?”

“Two and a half years. At least that's what he said.”

“What about” Diana paused with a sympathetic look in her eyes.”How he’s treated. You know? For having magic.” Carson was treated horribly by peers at school and the people in his little town when he was younger; she felt horrible just at the thought that Tyler might be treated that way too.

“Lets just say they put him in police work to keep an eye on him. Apparently he's powerful enough to have the feds breathing down his neck.”

Diana sighed “I'm glad they don't have you on any kind of list.”

“It doesn't really help that he doesn't have all the control Carson has.” Daniel said snickering trying to bring a good vibe to the conversation. They continued to talk about things Tyler has told them like his five siblings or his girlfriend who Carson thought was way too cheery. They also talked about Daniel's bookstore and just how life was in general.

“Hn-” They heard a groan from Tyler and looked back at him, he was dripping in sweat as his bangs clinged to his forehead, uncomfortably shifting around. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes opened. They all tensed up seeing as Tyler was getting aggressive for seemingly no reason. He tried to get up but he couldn't even stand, the fever was making him dizzy. Diana went to help him but he seemed worse than he was half an hour ago. She felt his forehead with caution but lucky he didn't have the strength to fight anymore even though he tried to push her away. He felt too hot for it to be normal. They checked his fever again for the third time. 104.2*.

“This isn't normal, it should have gone down,” she muttered to herself. “What were you guys doing Carson? Before Daniel called me.”

“Purifying a spirit,”

She wanted to ask a million questions, she didn't know what that meant ,how, or why he did it. “What happened while you were doing that? Did anything feel strange about him?”

Carson decided to look at Tyler with his magic. If this problem wasn't physical it was magical and he was right, he could see something with an ugly red tint attached to Tyler. “Something’s there.” he chimed getting up off the couch and wobbling over to his mom and Tyler. “I think it's part of the spirit we purified,” When the man grabbed at Tyler's shoulder causing him to slip, he had messed up the process and a bit of the dark energy slipped passed his defences even though they had been wearing the bracelets. Unfortunately spirits aren't magic.

“So it is magic, how do we get rid of it?” Diana asked hoping it would be simple.

Carson placed his hands on Tylers arm to really read what was going on. “It’s acting like an infection, his system might be trying to fight something that isn’t there.”

“Is that what's causing the fever?” Daniel asked

“Probably,” It was relatively easy to get rid of something that caused so much damage. It was like peeling a band aid except you had to be more delicate. As soon as Carson plucked away the dark energy tyler seemed to relax and went limp on the floor just like that the chaos was over. They were all tired. It was four or five in the morning and Diana decided she would spend the night to keep an eye on Carson and Tyler. She kept Carson awake until the thermometer was above 97* just to be safe.

Daniel was glad it was one of his days off because if it wasn't he'd be late for work. It was around 2 pm and everyone was sleeping. The IV had been taken out of Tylers arm and he had been covered in a blanket. Carson had kicked off a few of the blankets he had been laid under in his sleep. It was a good sign That meant the blankets were too warm and he was back to normal. Tyler was still coughing but not nearly as violently. He decided to grab the thermometer science Diana was still sleeping on the floor next to the couch Carson was on. He put the thermometer in Tyler's mouth as he went to make something to eat. He came back with some toast and eggs and sat down on the floor by the coffee table which was still pushed to the side. He checked the thermometer 100.2 , the fever probably broke this morning because it was still on the border. He sat there by himself and ate before turning in the TV. He made sure the volume was down this time so he could let everyone sleep. They had a rough night.

Diana woke up and Checked on Carson, accidentally waking him up. "You stayed?" Carson asked. He wasn't sure why he asked, he already knew she would.

"I don't need a reason too, '' she chimed, rubbing his head. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," He really was doing okay he still didn't want to worry his mom anymore.

"That's good," She said smiling.

She checked in with Daniel because he still seemed stressed. She couldn't blame him, if Tyler had not been in bad shape too, Daniel could have handled it on his own. He might have looked strong and tough on the outside but really he was the equivalent to a puppy. Diana went To check on Tyler who might have been awake for a while because he was lying there spaced out just staring at the light fixture on the ceiling. She was very cautious getting close but any kind of aggressive behavior had dissipated and he was completely calm. He could barely remember what happened. The time he spent just staring at the ceiling was him trying to recall anything past starting the purification. It was only when He saw Diana's face appear over him that a few gears clicked in his head. He mindlessly grabbed her arms and checked them for scratches and bite marks; she just let him, he looked around for Daniel who he saw behind Diana watching tv. There were several scratches on his forearm and a wave of guilt washed over him. Did he do that?

“S-orry,” Tyler mumbled. “I'm sorry for hurting you guys.” He couldn't look them in the eye they had tried to help but all he did was try to hurt them.

“It's no big deal,” Diana said, sitting him up and checking his lungs. “I deal with difficult patients all the time.” She asked him to take a deep breath and he did so. “Anyways , I'm glad you seem to be doing better.”

Carson eyed Daniel who was rubbing his arm which was covered in scratches. He got up and sat beside Daniel on the floor and brushed his arm against Daniels healing all of the scratches. He couldn't help being upset even though it wasn't entirely Tyler's fault. Whatever had attached to him seemed to be making him aggressive because when Carson had taken it out he went back to normal. He saw Tyler try to get up but he seemed unsteady on his feet but managed to walk to the bathroom. A second later they hear Tyler scream all of their heads looking in that direction.

“What the hell happened to my hair?!” He swung his head out of the bathroom door. “Why the hell didn't you tell me I looked like a drowned rat?!” He went right back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Everyone just stood there in confusion. They were surprised how quickly he seemed to bounce back from being sick just the day before.

Daniel and Diana sat on the couch since Nobody was laying on it anymore. They pulled out their phones just appearing to be scrolling through social media but really they were texting back and forth. Diana asked if he was eating well enough because he had a serious problem with that in high school, a mother can't help but check on her child. She recommended fettuccine Alferdo because Carson liked it a lot and sent him the recipe. Carson would once in a while give them a suspicious lance because they would let out a quiet giggle here and there. Carson just decided to read a book, it was one he had read a million times but he still enjoyed.it was called Catching the Rye. The plot really reminded him of himself.

Tyler came out of the bathroom about 15 minutes after the water had stopped . Carson had wondered what had taken so long but when he came out of the bathroom he knew why. His hair was now short and it looked oddly fluffy because it had been blow dried but you could tell it was a bit choppy. It was a little longer than Carson's now he still had side bangs and still had hair chunks that settled at his sideburns which were now visible. When Tyler walked passed you could tell that he had missed a few chunks in the back. He looked about five years younger.

“Who are you and what have you done with Tyler?” Carson asked, surprised and Daniel seemed to be too. You could see little flecks of hair on his neck and shirt.

“I am a ghost come to haunt you.” Tyler said sarcastically sitting next to Diana on the couch.

“You didn't leave all that hair on the bathroom floor did you?” Carson asked.

“No, What am I, a slob?”

Diana couldn't help but point out the chunks of hair he missed in the back as Tyler went to fumble with it. “Want me to fix it?” she asked. He looked at her questioningly then nodded his head. Diana went to pull a chair for Tyler to sit in while she stood behind him and fixed the things he missed. She started asking him questions about things Daniel and Carson told her.

“Are you really a magician?” Diana asked Tyler pated his fingers on the back of the chair as he was sitting backwards in it before answering.

“I'm a psychic, It's different from magic.”

“How is it?” Diana asked, sniping at Tyler's hair and brushing some of his back.

“Well, psychics deal with the power of our mind not using the energy around you. If Carson tried he could probably grow a plant but I wouldn't even be able to sprout a seed ya know. I would be able to read anybody's mind with ease, all accept for Carson.”

Diana wasn't so sure about that but she had no reason to to believe him. She wanted to test him.

“Oh really? What am I thinking?”

Tyler tilted his head a bit and closed his eyes. The fact that Diana was touching him made it easy to read her mind like blinking. “ 2,583”

Diana wasn’t surprised she expected the unexpected but still found it intriguing. “Hmm, impressive, what other things can you do?”

“Watch this,” Tyler still didn't feel well enough to do anything too big but he decided to cause Carson some trouble. He pointed two fingers in carsons direction and flipped a blanket over his head then pulled his phone which was on the coffee table toward him and caught it in his hand. He made a mischievous snicker as Carson went to glare at Tyler.

Diana smiled, holding back a laugh and finishing up Tyler's hair. “There, done.” she said brushing off his back.

Tyler stood up stretched and scratched his neck then Daniel stood up. "Anyone want something to eat?” He asked. Daniel didn't feel like getting up and making a whole lot of food so he just ordered takeout. They sat there and waited with Carson almost falling back asleep. There was a knock at the door then Daniel grabbed the food and went to separate it in between everyone else. Danie land Diana ate normally while Tyler and Carson hardly touched anything. Any kind of appetite they had for that day was gone. One could hardly blame them. Just the night before they were both in bad condition. Tyler feels bad if he doesn't finish food that is made or bought for him and he tried finishing it with all his might. About halfway through he stopped eating entirely. Carson only took one or two bites before stopping, He felt nauseous. Diana kept prying Tyler about his family and his home life. Eventually She had to leave because she had work the next day. Daniel and Carson (but mainly Daniel) Explained The majority of what happened because Tyler hardly remembered anything other than attacking Daniel.

The next day Carson tip-toed over to the door of his bedroom where Tyler was sleeping before remembering an earthquake couldn’t wake him. He sighed, loosening his shoulders as he walked in heading straight for the closet. If he wanted clothes he could have easily taken some from Daniel’s room but he wasn’t looking for clothes. On the top shelf in plain view was his bong -- a small, glass piece maybe 8 inches tall. Next to it was a bag of supplies. Carson grabbed both and went out to the apartment’s small balcony. It felt weird to smoke weed out there. He always felt like the world was staring back at him. He missed his old back porch, shaded by the tree and hidden by the fence. Here he could look in either direction and see more balconies and if he looked straight ahead, well there it was, New York City. Carson fell back into one of the lawn chairs and got to work setting up his things. He rarely got up this early but it felt right somehow. Finally some peace and quiet. Daniel was at work, Tyler was asleep-

“What are ya doing out here?” Tyler asked suddenly, poking his head through the door. His purple eyes were full of innocence.

Carson looked down at the bong, realizing there was no point lying now. He caught him. “You’re letting out all the AC. Decide, in or out,” he told him. Tyler realized he was in fact, standing in the doorway letting out all the cool air. On a whim, he decided to join him out on the balcony. Tyler slid the door closed and sat sideways on the other chair to face him, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Carson asked rhetorically as he hit the bong. He stared Tyler right in the eyes as he did as if to say “judge me, I dare you”.

“It looks like you're smoking something,” Tyler quipped.

“So you aren’t completely blind after all, good for you.” Carson replied. He settled further into the cushions of the chair, straightening out his legs. This wasn’t exactly how he planned for this to go but he could manage. Tyler would probably get bored in a minute and go back inside anyway.

“I wanna try it.”

Carson coughed on a cloud of smoke, his face momentarily getting red from the strain. ”You what?” He asked in disbelief.

“You deaf? I wanna try it, what exactly is it that you’re smoking?”

“Just how long were you in that coma? It’s weed, obviously.” Carson scoffed. Who didn’t know what weed looked like?

“Three and a half years,” Tyler didn't really know slang for stuff like that so he was genuinely confused. “weed?”

Carson perked up, suddenly turning to look at him, “You’re kidding.”

“Well I don't know what weed is if it's slang for something I wouldn't know, ya know?”

Carson looked like he had a million things he wanted to say about that but he just sighed, shaking his head. “Weed, pot, grass, marijuana, ringing any bells?”

“Oh, you should have said marajuana in the first pace.”

“You know who says the word ‘marijuana’? Narcs, that’s who,” Carson argued.

“I'm used to dealing with the crackheads. I only know professional terminology.”

The wind suddenly changed directions, blowing some smoke in Tyler’s face. Carson grimaced, “Better go inside before you lose a lung, kid.”

“I can do what I wanna, i'm not a kid ya know,”

There was a spark of mischief in Carson’s eye. “Okay, go ahead then,” He challenged, handing him the bong and a lighter. Carson sat back and watched, expecting him to not know what to do with it. Tyler tried blowing onto the bong failing horribly and spilling ash onto his leg.

If Carson wasn’t already feeling it a little he’d be twitching with annoyance seeing him waste perfectly good weed like that but in that moment, all he could do was laugh. “I knew it.”

Tyler tilted his head and looked confusingly at Carson. “What?”

Carson rolled his eyes and thrust his hand out, “Give it back.”

Tyler looked a little bit sad as he glanced at the bong and handed it back to Carson. He wanted to be mischievous.

Once he had his things back, Carson put a little fresh weed from his bag into it and looked at Tyler purposefully, “Just watch.” He held up his lighter in one hand with the bong in the other then did everything in slow motion. Carson lit the bowl and waited for it to smoke a little then inhaled, causing the glass to fill with smoke. Then he pulled the weed out and inhaled. “You got all that or do you want me to do it again?”

“I think so,” Tyler said, taking the bong and weed from Carson and copying his actions. He let out a few coughs but strangely, it didn’t trigger his asthma.

Tyler passed it back to Carson and Carson took another hit then set it down on the deck. The city looked so beautiful from up high. There was a slight breeze too which was a miracle for the weather they’d been having. Tyler seemed to enjoy every second of the breeze as he inhaled through his nose.

“It’s nice up here, isn’t it?” Carson asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you don't see places this high in my town.” Tyler said, gesturing for Carson to give him more with his hand outstretched. He was feeling the effects start to kick in a bit.

“Oh man, you know what we need?” He turned to him, looking suspiciously friendly.

“Hmm?” Tyler said, taking another hit.

A small smile spread across Carson’s face, “Blankets.”

“That same smile spread on Tyler's face. “Fluffy ones?”

Instead of answering Carson just stepped back into the apartment, disappearing inside to go hunt down those blankets. He ended up grabbing two that were already draped over the couches from last night. When he came back and handed one over, Tyler noticed that he seemed a bit different somehow. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Carson got comfortable on his chair again and spread the blanket over himself so that his feet were still poking out. Tyler, instead of copying carson completely wrapped himself up including his head and rubbed his face on the blanket. He really looked like a child.

Tyler liked the smell of the detergent. It was somehow comforting. “Soft,” he muttered, staring off into space.

It was oddly peaceful to Carson, he usually did this alone but now there was somebody to do it with at least just this once. “You know, you’re not as much of a nuisance as I thought you were.”

“Really?”Tyler genuinely couldn't ever read Carson. His mind was closed off. It was like a door made of steel shielded with cast iron so reading his mind was impossible. It was nice to know that he wasn’t a total burden.

“Yeah.” Carson said stretching his arms up and setting them behind his head. He might not have admitted that if he was sober.

Speaking of sober Tyler definitely wasn’t. He was happily humming to himself without a care in the world. Seeing him agitated the other night made him curious about what would happen if he really got angry. Seeing him now you would never think he was capable of any kind of rage. Last november he had brutally beaten a man who had hurt his girlfriend. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was like on the receiving end of it. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He went to reach for the bong but it wasn’t there, Tyler had it. Carson asked for it and Tyler went to hand it to him. Instead of using his left hand which was closer to Carson he used his right. If Carson's hand would have been there it would have broken because it seemed to slip through Tylers fingers. He just went to staring at his hand wiggling his fingers like was making sure they were there and rubbing at a scar that was on the outer part of his forearm.

They heard a door slamming from inside the house. It was probably Daniel coming home for lunch. “Carson? He called. “Tyler? Are you guys here?” he spotted them on the balcony as he got closer to the glass door. He saw a puff of smoke come from one side. Was he really smoking? Daniel poked his head on the balcony but not only was Carson high but Tyler seemed to be too.

“Really, I was gone for a few hours and this is what you do?” Daniel gave Carson a glare then listened to a short cough that Tyler let out. “You let he asthmatic smoke?!”

“I’m not his babysitter, besides he's the one who wanted to.”

“Y-” Daniel sighed and went back inside to make lunch. Carson followed him inside with his blanket trailing behind him as well as Tyler.

Carson caught Tyler staring at him with an unreadable look. “What are you doing?” He asked, kind of feeling weirded out.

“I'm taller.”

Carson stared back at Tyler with a slight look of annoyance. He studied Tyler for a second and he probably was taller maybe an inch or two. They heard Daniel open the fridge in the kitchen and just sat on the couch. Tyler laid down and his eyes looked bloodshot and he seemed ready to go back to sleep. He got up sniffing the air about ten minutes later sniffing the air and going to the kitchen leaving Carson by himself in the living room. Daniel and Tyler came out with a few plates of food with some pasta with white sauce and some vegetables. He then left for work and Crson and tyler spent the majority of the day being high and watching stupid things that made no scence but was funny to them anyway.

The day came Where Tyler had to leave, Daniel and Carson helped Tyler carry his things to his little Red car. “Ya glad to Have your room back?” Tyler asked, throwing stuff into the hatchback of his car.

“I guess.” To Tyler he sounded a little disappointed.

“What, you’re not actually upset I'm leaving are ya?”

“Not really.” Carson said, pulling out a black leather book that looked kind of fancy. “Here.” he said shoving it into Tyler's hands.

“What's this for?”

“Every magician needs a journal don't you think?”

Tyler managed to conceal his excitement but not the big grin that appeared on his face. Tyler flipped through the first few pages on the first page were Daniel and Carson's numbers. There were several things written in it about controlling magic inside a circle, and the way structure affects how strong the seal was. There was a lot of emphasis on control.

“You're giving me this?” Tyler asked Looking up at Carson.

Carson clapped his hands over Tyler's shoulder. "That’ll be 12.95.”

Tyler couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't tell if Carson was serious so he smacked a 20$ bill into his hand, Carson looking slightly surprised. Tyler put his hand on Carson's shoulder. “Instead of buying Marijuana with that buy yourself a few more books. Getting high all the time isn't super good for you ya know.”

“No promises,” Carson said Turning his head as Tyler started walking to his car.

He got in his car and got in rolling down his window. “Keep the change!” He yelled as he turned out of the parking lot and sped away. Carson felt a twinge of sadness when he sped away and went out of sight.

#whump #whumpee #carson series #magic whump #whump blog

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Blisters On His Fingers- Chapter 3- “Paul Is On The Verge of a Mental Breakdown”

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapters: 3/25

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, Minor Paul McCartney/John Lennon

Summery: Paul gets a front row seat to a famous John and Rory ego match, except this time John's scheme goes into motion.

Also- Geo and Ringo get a little impulsive. ;)

Read Chapter 2 here

The very back of the KaiserKeller was probably the most musty, weathered place of the entire establishment. This was where the bands had to store most of the equipment when sets ended and nights were played out. It was horrid, dusty, and just plane disgusting to say the least. Ringo could barely stand having to store his drums back there. It always gave him a nasty cough when he breathed.

“Oi! Rings! Need a hand with them drums?” Johnny called out from round the corner of the hall.

Ringo was holding in a breath and gave his friend a quick nod as he rushed from the room holding onto his snare and cymbals. Johnny kindly swept in to grab what was left, the stool and bass drum.

“Thanks lad- um.. how long have we got till our numbers?” Ringo asked nervously looking over at the cracked floorboards while approaching the rotting stage.

Johnny quirked his brow, and scanned the bar. “Nope, no Beatles yet… if that’s what you’re askin’.” He flashed a knowing grin and gave Ringo a nudge with his elbow.

At that, Ringo scratched the back of his neck and checked his watch. “I’m serious arsehole I- I’ve jus’ got to set up my things n’ all…”

Of all the things Ringo was in the world, he was always a shitty liar.

“OHhhh sureee- right, because it’s so hard putting drums onto a stage?“ The lad scoffed. “Maybe I should ask Rory for ya? He might know when they get here.” Johnny said teasingly. Giving Ringo one last shove in the arm.

In panic, Ringo’s eyes went big and he spun round’ to Johnny’s smug smile. “Please-”

“You’re gonna hav’ to them him eventually Rings.” Johnny cautioned “He knows you’re into fellas anyhow, what’s the worry? Coverin’ for ya last night wasn’t easy you know.”

He knew, of course he knew. Rory was observant. He seemed lively and easygoing, which he was- but Rory could tell when something was off, and Ringo leaving last evening was very off. The band spent practically every waking moment together, and Rory was a natural born leader. He knew when any of the boys were out of it.

Rory was what people wished they could be. Back in Liverpool he was always the talk of the town. Popular, athletic, and with more energy than all of the boys in Liverpool combined. He was a looker as well, Rory had high cheekbones and some of the most fluffed and well groomed hair you’d ever seen. Not to mention he was a tall bastard, lean, and full of promise. Fellas wanted to be him and girls wanted to be his .

His best quality though by far was his drive. Rory was ambitious, and when he set his sights on starting a band, he went in- full force. There was nothing he took more seriously, he designed every aspect in order to set up the band’s image and style. He liked glamour, flare, and theatrics. A theatrical showman in his own right, and he loved feeding the audience as much of it as he could throw.

Sure the pink suits were a bit much, but it was different and Rory loves different. None of the other lads ever complained, except maybe Luo. He thought it to be a bit too flashy. Although, that's what Rory likes, flashy, fun, and professional. It’s probably why the Beatles were so different. Natural rivals. Rory was serious about a clean, fun image, while the Beatles were rough looking, not so much caring for stage presence. For them, they focused on the music.

Regardless, Ringo admired the Beatles, not just George. John and Paul were both characters for sure, but musically they fit into each other like gloves. The Hurricane’s could hopefully live up to that kind of potential. The band was close, but even Ringo could tell it wasn’t the same as what those 3 had.

Johnny Guitar was probably the closest friend Ringo had. They got on real well since he joined and since then has been best mates. They’d gotten to know each other so well Johnny even knew Ringo was crushing on George before he told him he was.

He knew Johnny meant well, even if he was takin’ the piss while doing it. Ringo needed to tell Rory. The band never had secrets, mostly because they are impossible to hide.

Ringo surrendered and slumped back in his drum stool. “Fine, fine… I’ll tell Rory.”

“Do you really think he’ll take it that bad? He might be fine, he’s always bantering with John n’ all.”

Rory did have a strange relationship with John. Emphasis on relationship. John certainly was with Paul, there was no question about those too. But John and Rory always seemed to have a weird flirtatious quality to their “intimidation”. Clearly nothing either of the two meant, just a playing off each other's cheeky attitude. But- it made Ringo wonder if Rory and them really weren’t meant to overlap. Was Ringo dating George against some kind of rule?

“I don’t know Johnny, but I need to tell him before-”

“Before he sees right through your smitten arse?” Johnny chimed.

“Piss off! You’re no help.” Ringo chuckled and shoved Johnny’s arm away. “Go tune your guitar or somthing you wanker.”

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It was 30 minutes until the set started and Rory and the rest of the band were just about ready. It was only about 4, so the crowd turn out wouldn’t build up till nearly 6.

There was still no sign of the Beatles. Ringo figetted at his drum set. Despite not having any numbers tonight, The Beatles never missed a gig. For weeks he’d seen George in the audience having beers and watching them play till the end of the night. They’d never been late either. Always a little early, so John could get in a few beers to heckle between songs.

Now it was almost time for the first song, and Ringo hasn’t seen any of them out here. What if the date hadn’t gone as well as he thought? Maybe the gay bar was too overwhelming? Or maybe it was too little ? Not enough excitement. Had he fucked up? Said something? Was… was it the kiss ? He knew George had kissed him this time, but was it not what he expected? It was certainly… intense. Really hot too, he could remember how warm and wet his bottom lip had felt between George’s. Maybe he was a bad kisser and George was so disappointed he doesn’ want any reason to even look at him. Rory Storm and the Hurricane’s drummer “the worst kisser ev-”

“Well! If it isn’t Rory and his shit storm!”

Ringo’s head had sprung up. He knew that crude greeting anywhere.

John was perched at the front door with a toothy smile, clearly ready to spare with Rory before the show. Paul was never far behind, he was shaking his head as his boyfriend made an ass of himself as per usual. Ringo tilted his head, trying to get a glimpse behind Paul, but there was no George in sight.

It looked like it was just the two of them, but- it was never just the two of them? Ringo glanced up at Johnny and felt his chest get tight. He’s not here.

Ringo dipped his head down and excused himself, he turned the corner and started walking off the stage. He didn’t come…

The date had gone so well. He felt super dizzy trying to wrap his head around all the confusion that washed over him. He knew he never felt that way about anyone so quickly and now he needed to go take breather and try not to completely embarrass-

In a b-line for the basement, the step of the stairs caught Ringo’s foot and he fell forward into the dark stairway.

Before Ringo could even brace himself for a nasty tumble down the stairs, he felt himself wrapped in two long arms. Two leathery arms.

“Wha- Ritchie?”

Ringo’s heart accelerated. George- that’s George’s arms.

“George? You’re here!” Ringo sputtered against George’s chest, then regaining his balance at the top step and making room for him to climb up. “Course I am Ringo, I wouldn't miss your shows for the world. I just came down here for the toilets.” He shrugged, smiling at Ringo’s wide eyes.

“I um- I wasn’t sure you were coming.” Ringo chuckled as he stuck his hands in his pockets. He tried to play it casual, and totally act like he wasn’t about to hyperventilate in the bathroom over one date. Even in this shitty backhall lighting George still had the most attractive features when he smiled at Ringo. And that just made him even more flustered.

“You didn’t think after such a charmin’ date i’d leave you out to dry did ya?”

Glancing up at George, Ringo was so fucking smitten he could hardly believe he thought George would do that. He liked the date just as much. Which also meant he wasn’t a bad kisser afterall. Thank fuckin goodness. The kiss they’d had had felt far too good to be a deal breaker. The way they sunk against each other so easily had to be right, everything. Everything about it from their hands, to their lips, was just so damn perfect...

Ringo glanced past George at the storeroom door behind him… that dusty, awful, private storeroom. (with a lock of all things.)

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George felt his cheeks get red at the hot-blooded look in Ringo’s eyes, he loved how one minute he could look as soft and sweet and maybe even a bit flustered one second… then, well… sexy the next. George felt his own body lean back against the wall, hoping Ringo would follow closer.

Wait- is this a good idea though? I mean- here? In THE HALL?

“Ritchie, someone could come this way any second.” George reasoned, pretending like he totally didn’t just grab onto Ringo's shirt collar.

Ringo had both arms on either side of George’s face, while George leaned down a tad with buckled knees so they could be level with each other. (or George is literally weak in the knees for Ringo, but go off-)

Ringo’s eyes broke from George’s a split second as he eyed the storeroom one last time.

Fuck it.

Before making another move for the handle beside them Ringo’s breath ghosted over George’s cheek. “I think I know a good place.”

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“John you rat bastard! Keep it down!” Paul shouted probably even louder than John had even yelled.

“Com’on Macca, I promise I won't embarrass you this time.” John said sliding his arm around Paul’s shoulders and threatening him with a nip behind the ear. “Fuck- quit that, you’re already embarrssing me you shit.”

John pulled Paul to the side of the bar and ordered a beer while he waited for Rory to make his grand entrance. “Oi, where’d Geo head off to? Didn’t he run ahead of us?”

Paul sighed and crossed his arms. “Think he said he had to take a piss, I told him to go before we left, but the dumbass was too eager to get going I guess.”

“Hmph, I bet he was…” John wiggled his brows, noticing the vacant drum set he could have sworn was occupied not too long ago. Paul gave John a swift kick in the leg under the bar counter earning himself a wince from his boyfriend. “Don’t you even fucking try it.”

“Ow! What was that for?”

Paul grabbed John by his jacket. “You’re scheming! You can throw yourself at Rory all you want, but don’t heckle any shit at Ringo about their date. Stay. Out. of. It.” Paul was nose to nose with John, and despite the angry look in his eyes and the hiss in his tone, John was turned on as hell by it.

“Macca! I wasn’t even thinking of- wait, what do you mean? I don’t “throw myself at Rory”, sounds to me like you’re a little jealous Paulie.” John leaned forward and smirked as he bit the side of his lip seductively… which only earned him another kick in the leg.

“Fuck you John.” Paul huffed, taking a big swig of John’s beer. “Just leave them alone okay?”

John rubbed at his bruised calf and stood up from the stool. “ Well, It doesn’t look like I’m going to get to jeer anyone this evening.” He puffed his chest and turned to the rest of the bar patroons. “I guess “Liverpool’s Golden Boy” hasn’t got the guts to share a drink with me!” John shouted with his hands cuffed over his mouth.

Paul heard the side door of the bar open and there stood the golden boy himself. Dawning his signature bright blue suit he had to contrast his bandmate’s pink ones. The young man stood well dressed and well groomed with his blonde quiff perfectly curled above his forehead. Paul couldn't stand it.

“Quiet down Lennon! I’m going to lose my hearing with all yer yelling.” The cheery stutter of Rory Storm beamed from the back of the bar. “I was out back having a ciggy, fancy seeing you here.” Rory teased while he approached the bar for a beer of his own. “If I didn't know better Lennon, I’d say you were falling' for my charms, seen you in here a lot lately.”

Paul shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Somehow when these two did their little “dance” he always managed to get forgotten, as if Paul wasn't even there. John’s boyfriend .

John told him plenty of times this was just teasing, he insists that Rory’s got to be as straight as a board. Not with that fucking hair he’s not. But- even though Paul mostly ignores it and nothing ever really gets physical, he still can’t really watch for too long… He gets jealous far too easily.

“Nah, despite those charms, you know I love to watch a good laugh when I can.” John winked, stealing his beer back from Paul and downing the rest.

“You know you could learn a thing or too Lennon, instead of being a showboat, you could actually try and entertain for a change.” Rory said tugging at the sleeve of John's rugged leather jacket.

See? What’s that about? How straight is that? Paul was nearly ready to tune out. He averted his eyes to look past Rory hoping he could catch George coming from the bathroom so his boiling blood could cool down.

John followed the remark with a light flick of Rory’s tuft up hair. “Sure, maybe in Liverpool you have it all, but here mate, all your flips and tricks are just a side act.”

They both grinned widely at each other, almost like every quip they made only fueled the other. The showoff and the showman. Bastards.

Rory gave a chuckle, “And where’s the rest of your act then? Word on the street is you’re short a drummer.”

John shrugged, “Ol’ Pete? He hightailed it back to Liverpool, we’ve got a replacement coming in soon though. Suppose I can’t say the same for your drummer.” John chided giving Rory a cheeky grin. Rory followed John’s eyes to the empty drum kit.

Paul was fuming in his seat. He couldn’t stop listening to John’s weaving web. John may not be doing his usual flirting, but this was almost worse. He could see right through his playful jabs, but poor Rory looked more confused than ever.

He better not fucking say it.

John stood up and leaned in close to Rory, close enough to whisper his next jest in his ear “It really would be a shame if you lost that drummer of yours huh? He's real geer, any band could use one like im’.

Rory furrowed his brows. “Sorry Lennon, he’s not for sale if that’s what you’re asking. Ringo’s ours.” John’s eyes looked knowingly into Rory’s, like he was holding in a secret he couldn’t bear to hold any longer, but oh he loved to watch Rory squirm for it.

Paul felt his fists clench.

Don’t even try John-

“He might be- for now, but if you haven’t noticed...”

Paul knelt up and yanked John back in his seat and out of Rory’s face. “Shut it John!”

“Pipe down Macca, I’ve got something to tell Rory here!” John stood back up with Paul’s hand firmly locked on his arm…

Paul knows he can’t stop him. John was already too excited, too eager to tell his little secret, a secret he has no right to tell, but it’s one Paul can’t control.

“You just better keep an eye on that drummer” John insinuated with a quiet breath “because I know Georgie sure is.”

Paul swore that Rory’s eyes shot open widely as if what John’s had said still wasn’t making any bit of sense.

Fuck.

Suddenly, John’s voice returned to his loud ever casual self, as if he hadn’t just scared the living daylights out of Rory who stood completely dumbfounded “Oh yeah, those too are practically an item now, and it looks to me that George really fancies him. Especially all that drumming he does, sometimes it’s all he ever talks-”

“WOW! Rory would you look at that! I think that’s Ringo on stage now! Gee, suppose’ we better have a seat so you can get to playing.” Paul cut in as soon as he saw an opportunity, quickly dragging John’s smug face to the back of the bar. With Rory’s furrowed brows and squinted eyes following them.

“You never listen huh? You’ve always got to meddle.” Paul murmured angrily into John’s ear as he seated himself down in their usual table.

“Quit pushing me! Geez Paul, I’m just having a bit of fun, it’s all just banter to Rory anyhow.”

Paul knew that wasn’t true. With John it was never that simple. There was always an angle no matter what he said. The last thing he needed was John messing things up for George. The lad was really into Ringo. Paul could read it all over his face. It reminded him of how over the moon he was when he met John. The giddy twinkle in his eyes, the way he smiled after his date last night and refused to give them even a single detail. All Paul had to do was look at that grin George had after he rested his head down to sleep, he could practically feel his own cheeks ache at the look of it. Paul felt the same way for John, the very day he asked him to write songs together for the first time... How he’d do anything for him in that moment, like join his band, or quit school, or go over to another country and sleep in a shitty cinema room…

No. He knew George. If he found out what John was doing it would only make him anxious. That- or super pissed off. Either way, he had to keep it quiet. This was all too impotent.

“You better not tell George what you said damn it- he shouldn’t have to deal with your shit, he’s 18.” Paul sneered under his breath, loud enough for John to hear.

“Exactly- He’s not a damn child Macca.”

Paul looked up, his eyes piercing into John’s very soul . “You’re right, he’s not, and neither are you” He deadpanned. “so you're going to listen this one damn time, and not tell him .”

“Tell who what?”

Paul felt his entire body turn to ice. George was looking at them both, raising his brow curiously. Paul was practically on John's side, looking more stressed than that one time he had dropped his only comb in the cinema’s toilet, and John was red in the face, holding back some kind of cough or noise in the back of his throat.

“Damn, you guys are weird when I’m not around…”

Somehow, George’s dismissiveness was a relief. Thank God. Paul gave one last glare at John before scooting over so George could sit. Taking a look at George, Paul’s eyes nearly fall out of his head. “What the fuck got into you?” Paul blurted out, seeing the guitarist’s hair pointed in every which way and leather jacket practically hanging off his shoulders.

Wait- did he?

George’s eyes stared back at Paul with what he could only describe as “oh fuck”.

“Fucking hell Paulie! You’re acting like you’ve never snogged in a bathroom before!” John bellowed as he gave George a slap on the back that was way too hard.

“It wasn’t in a bathr-” George shut his jaw quickly and pretended to clear his throat.

Paul shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, you really?” Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knew this would happen, if anything, he wanted George to get to enjoy stuff like that but-

“In the back of a BAR? After one date!” Paul suddenly released in disbelief. Not meaning to say it out loud.

“YES PAUL! Okay! Now can we shut up and watch the show?” George put his head on the table not looking mentally prepared to deal with talking about his make out habits at the table. Too bad though, Paul had more questions.

“But- your first make out though? The back of-”

George’s head sprang up in defense. “Who said it was my first!” George then had the look of instant regret, this is what Paul wanTED.

“For God’s sake Macca, he’s 18 remember?” John cut in with a smug grin on his face as he threw Paul’s own words back at him.

Paul’s mouth opened one last time, but then decided against it, he dropped the conversation and George finally relaxed into his seat. “I’ll- um, I’ll tell you about it later okay?” George simpered quietly to Paul.

With that Paul could relax too. He wanted for George to feel comfortable asking for help and talking about his relationship. It’s all going to be so new for him. He shouldn’t be alone if he gets nervous or scared. Paul looked to John who was nursing a new beer, while George looked longingly up at the stage as he always did. A small smile crept up Paul’s lips. Well at least he’s happy.

Leaning back against John’s chest he felt his arm pull him close out of habit, though he was still mad, he was at the very least- grateful. John didn’t tell George what he had done, like Paul had asked. Yet, there was still an uneasiness, like something was going in motion, something Paul can’t stop. He knew the plan John had going on in his head, whatever it was, was going to bite them both in the ass sooner or later.

Hopefully later.

#the beatles #starrison #McLennon #George Harrison #Ringo Starr #beatles fic #starrison fic #blisters on his fingers

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