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dumdumsun · 3 years ago

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To Nightfall

A/N: One of my favorites ❤️

Warnings: violence, character death, mentions of suicide and death

Word Count: 6070

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Chapter 6: Two Halves

Chet’s morning had been going as normal with only Klaus distracting him from his television and momentarily annoying him, but he was gone as soon as he arrived. From behind him, the service bell rang. He turned around to be met with an old man wearing a pair of headphones around his neck.

“Can I get a room?”

“Yes, sir, right with you.” Chet stood, his attention drawn back to the television when a news reporter began speaking.

“We interrupt today’s regularly scheduled program to bring you this late-breaking story. Authorities are baffled as hundreds of people across the city have vanished, seemingly without a trace…”

Chet scoffed and returned to the man, bringing out the check-in book. “Another silly conspiracy theory.” He took the pen and set it atop the page.

“...have increased by a staggering five hundred percent in recent days. However, with no bodies found, no suspects, and no explanation, police have been scrambling to…”

The old man picked up the pen and let his eyes scan the page, a small smile crossing his features at a certain name before writing down his own.

Lester Pocket.

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At the home of the Sparrows, Ben and Fei stepped outside to the courtyard, where Viktor and Allison were waiting for them. The pairs stood before each other, awaiting the first words of their conversation. Fei’s shielded gaze settled on the fact that there were only two people.

“You’re one short,” She pointed out. “Where’s the rest of your pathetic family?”

Allison scowled. “Awe. Is that the best you can do?”

“Last warning.”

“Yeah, you don’t get to warn me about shit, Flock of She-Gulls.”

Ben let out a short laugh of amusement, but stopped when Fei cut him a look. “Whatever.” His smile dropped as he cleared his throat. “Where the fuck is Marcus?”

Viktor swallowed. “Marcus is, uh… Marcus, uh… Marcus is-”

“Safe.” Allison cut in. “For now. But that’ll change real quick if you don’t do exactly as we say.”

Fei looked to her brother as he smiled seemingly in controlled rage and irritation. “See? I told you they have him.”

“I warned Marcus, but no,” Ben growled. “He said we had to hear what you had to say.”

“Look, he wasn’t wrong, okay?” Viktor defended. “We want to make things right with you-”

“By kidnapping our brother?!”

“No, that’s-”

“Yes.” Allison cut him off, giving her brother a look when he looked at her. Viktor sighed in defeat and turned back around.

“Look, there is a lot more going on here. The world is in trouble, and we need to work together. My brother could explain it all a lot better than me, but… it’s a time-traveling problem. We caused a paradox, and that paradox is swallowing things. Lots of cows, and… a dog, a few lobsters, but also people. Look, I know it sounds like-”

Allison decided to take over. “Just give us the briefcase and we’ll give you Marcus.”

Fei shrugged. “What briefcase?”

Allison completely turned to her. “The one we left in your house.”

Confused, Fei turned to her brother and was about to question him, but he stopped her. “Deal. The briefcase for our brother.”

“Great,” Allison plucked the sunglasses up that hung from her jumpsuit and slipped them on. “Hotel Obsidian, four o’clock sharp. Or we’ll send him back in pieces.”

With that, the pairs went their separate ways. As soon as they were away from the house, Viktor decided to speak to his sister. “Whoa, what the hell was that?”

“What?” She whirled on him. “You were losing them. I’m an actor, I improvised.”

“Superb performance, Helen Mirren, but we don’t have Marcus.”

“Yeah, well, they don’t know that.”

“Okay, what are we gonna do when they show up and find out?”

“Uh, I don’t know. We’ll figure that out next. But why don’t you relax, okay? We’re powerful superheroes. It’s time we started acting like it.”

“Oh, like how you almost turned a conversation with Ben into a street fight?” Viktor stopped walking when Allison did and moved to stand in front of her. “Come on, it’s not like you.”

She shook her head. “What does that mean?”

He nervously stuffed his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “Since when do you have a hair trigger? You’re usually the calm and cool one.”

“Yeah, and look how well that worked out for me. Viktor, we could go home tonight, okay? And for the first time in days, I feel hope, so please don’t step on that.”

Viktor glanced down with a sigh. “Okay, but come on, we have to be smarter about this. We don’t know enough about the Sparrows.”

Allison frowned. “I don’t give a shit about them. I’ve got you. No one’s gonna win a fight against me and my tiny badass brother.”

He smirked a bit. “Okay. Well, I need the briefcase, too. It’s my only way back to Sissy. But no more improvising, okay? We do things together from now on, got it?”

Reluctantly, Allison agreed, the two continuing their way to the hotel, unknowing that they had just left their hostage of a sister within the mansion. When (Y/N) had opened her eyes, she blinked the blurs out of her vision and tried to remember where she was. Her eyes settled on an unfamiliar quilt covering her and everything suddenly came rushing back.

She jumped to her feet from the pallet she slept upon beside the bed. The only person in the room besides her was a clone of Sparrow (Y/N), wearing a denim pink romper, dutifully standing beside the door. She sighed out, the clone must have been ordered to watch over her while its master was out of the room. Just like any other clone, it blankly stared forward, having nothing to do unless provoked. Just a dummy with no awareness of its surroundings.

Her heart flew into her throat when its eyes snapped to her.

“Shit!” (Y/N) fearfully gasped and took a few steps back. Sparrow (Y/N) snorted and bent over in laughter.

“Oh, shit! You should’ve seen the look on your face!” She howled. The girl growled and rolled her eyes.

“Asshole…”

“She said to herself,” The woman chuckled just before the bedroom door opened, an actual clone walking in with a tray of food. “Alright, little me, breakfast time.”

Umbrella (Y/N) huffed and sat on the edge of the bed where she had eaten dinner the night before, also provided by her Sparrow self. She had to admit, she was a very hospitable captor.

Sparrow (Y/N) sat across from her on the bed and began eating her half of the food. “So,” She started slowly. “What do you want with my dad?”

“Our dad.”

“My dad in this timeline.”

“Well, he adopted me in the sixties, which led to this timeline, so he’s still my dad, asshole.”

The Sparrow rolled her eyes. “What are you gonna do to him?”

“I’m not gonna do anything besides talk. What’s it to you?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s it to you’? I wanna know what I’m taking you there for. Answer the question.”

“Part of the deal is no questions.”

The Umbrella got a knife pointed at her as her counterpart snarled. “Part of the deal was if you start to piss me off, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you.”

She looked down at the knife. “What’s stopping you right now?”

“You haven’t told me what you want.” When she didn’t reply, she sighed and set the knife down. “I just wanna know if you’re gonna talk to him about anything that’ll put my siblings in danger. That’s all.”

The Umbrella frowned. “Why do you care what happens to them? They’re assholes, they treat you like shit.”

“You don’t know shit about shit.” The Sparrow stood from the bed. “Let’s go before I actually kill you.”

After dismissing the clone, the two left the bedroom, the young girl going back to her role as a mindless dummy. It was a very familiar journey to Reginald’s room with neither of them leading the other anywhere. They both knew exactly where they were going.

“What are you doing?” A voice called out. Turning around, they were faced with Jayme and Alphonso, carrying papers, medication and a bowl with them. “Hello? Talkin’ to you. The hell is she doing here?”

(Y/N) looked down at her child self and shook her head. “It’s a clone. A-And I have Dad duty this morning.”

“You had Dad duty yesterday.” Alphonso spoke.

“Did I?”

Jayme shoved the bowl and medication in her hands. “You take care of it. I don’t give a shit. I don’t feel like putting up with any of his bullshit today.”

“Tell the clone to take these papers.”

(Y/N) cleared her throat. “Um… it’s not- it’s not my clone, so I, uh…” At Alphonso’s glare, she slowly turned to the girl. “Take the papers from Alphonso.”

The “clone” stepped forward and yanked the paper’s from his hold, causing him to frown in offense. “Watch it. Stupid thing… Make sure Reg signs those. And if he asks, tell him to fuck off. Think you can handle all that?”

She glared at him. “Yes. I think I’ll be just fine.”

“Great!” He winked before he and Jayme turned and walked away. (Y/N)’s eyes bore into the back of her siblings’ heads as she watched them go before walking into Reginald’s room.

The old man was sitting on the small sofa, his usual channel on his television. “Dad? Breakfast.”

Reginald turned to her, but his attention immediately averted to the younger of the two. She noticed that and inhaled deeply, placing the bowl down. She placed the pills into her father’s hand and waited for him to swallow them. When he hesitated, she sighed.

“Come on, we went through this yesterday. You should know the drill by now.”

Reginald defeatedly plopped the pills into his mouth and swallowed them before (Y/N) took the papers from her young self and set them down in front of him. “What is this?”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Alphonso wants them signed.”

He hesitated again.

“Dad. Now. If you don’t, I get in trouble, and I’m tired of getting into trouble whenever you don’t listen to me,” She crossed her arms and raised a brow. “Sign the papers or I get Christopher.”

He fearfully looked up at her before picking up the pen and doing as he was told. Afterwards, she smiled and picked up the small stack. “I’m gonna have Grace give you a bath when you’re done eating. You smell like shit.” She called out as she left and closed the door behind her. Reginald was about to call out to his daughter when Umbrella (Y/N) suddenly sat beside him, breaking character finally.

“Wow, Dad. Looks like you’re getting a taste of your own medicine. Literally.”

Reginald widened his eyes at her. “My child…? What in the heavens are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” She picked up his bowl of porridge and handed it to him. She watched him eat some of it before she smoothed her dress out with her hands. “I wanna know your game. Why did you adopt me again? What do you want from me?”

He chuckled and set the bowl back on the table, sitting back against the sofa. “Well, it appears true that in whatever timeline we find ourselves in, you happen to be my daughter, one way or another. That must account for something, mustn't it?”

She frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“We are meant to be a family, my child, and we are meant to work together.”

(Y/N) shivered at the thought of that. Having to be stuck with Sir Reginald Hargreeves wherever she went? She would rather die. He chuckled at the way her face scrunched up. “I know, given the first life you had with me, that wouldn’t sound too appealing.”

“No, it does not,” She cringed. “I don’t know if… I don’t know if I wanna be your daughter in this timeline. Take as much offense to it as you want, but it’s true. That Sparrow is not me and I’m not her.”

His features immediately hardened. “Believe me, my child, I am aware. She has caused me more disappointment than I can measure.”

(Y/N) sighed at yet another berating comment about her adult self. “Maybe you need to… get to know your daughter more. She deserves at least that, even if she is a total asshole… It cannot feel great to know that you don’t live up to your own name.”

Reginald looked away in thought, though she was sure he wouldn’t try. Questions answered, she exhaled through her nose and awkwardly patted him on the shoulder. “Well, that’s all I wanted from you. I doubt this’ll be the last I see of you, but just in case, I want to thank you. Thank you for being one of the good parts of a scary time for me… Thank you for being my dad.”

He softly smiled. “It was an absolute pleasure, my child.”

(Y/N) leaned over and pecked his cheek before standing and walking out the door, leaving him bewildered. She closed the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes for a moment. For some reason, that conversation felt like an ending to a very long chapter. Like something she had been dragging out for so long, but could never find the right time to end. It was like saying goodbye.

At the sound of a sniffle, she turned her head to see her Sparrow self standing there, staring at the door with teary eyes. She frowned worriedly. “Hey, are… you okay?”

She inhaled deeply and blinked back her tears before grabbing the girl by the wrist and rushing down the hall. “I wanna go shopping. Right now.”

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Within the hotel’s utility room, Five attached jumper cables to one of the breakers before going over to another pair and picking them up. From beside him, Lila watched with a pair of jumper cables in her own hands. “Nice suit.”

He nodded at the complement for the black suit he now wore. “Thanks. Tailor in the lobby is a master craftsman.”

“Still, I will miss those pasty knees.”

He raised his brows as he hooked the cables up to one of the briefcases. “Yeah, well, we could all stand to be showing a little less skin these days.”

Lila took the blow with a smile and held up the cables for him. “For you.” She moved over to a small machine once he took them and held it in front of her. “Ready to hot-wire this briefcase?”

“Let’s do this.” He exhaled. As soon as she turned the dial, the breakers angrily sparked as Five shook with the electricity shooting through his body. “Ah, shit!” He cried out in pain and stumbled into the wall as Lila laughed aloud. “Shit! Lila!”

She set down the machine and laughed her way out of the room. Five, once he was no longer being electrocuted, set the cables down and panicked at the fire now set on the briefcase. “Shit!” He grabbed a few rags and put the fire out.

“Yeah, I was ninety-nine percent sure that wouldn’t work.” She chuckled and sat on a cart across from the room. Five sighed and gave her a look.

“Well, I’m glad my pain amuses you.”

“You have no idea. It’s like my therapy.”

Five stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. “Well, now we are down to one half-dead briefcase, and my jumps are only accurate up to a couple minutes. So, essentially, we’re screwed.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” She grinned mischievously.

“Oh, I hate that smile…”

“Listen, on your own, your little jumps are rather pathetic. But if we powered up together, you blinking, me mimicking that blink, I think we could create some kind of feedback loop and get enough energy juice to jump-start the case.”

“Both of us together.” He narrowed his eyes.

“We’d have to trust each other.”

Five scoffed. “Lila, you just spent the better part of the last ten days trying to end my life.”

“You killed my birth parents.”

“Fair enough.”

Lila jumped off the cart and walked a few steps away before turning back to him. “And your entire family stood by while your she-devil playdate put a cap in the woman who raised me.”

“The Handler was going to kill you, Lila. In fact, she did kill you. Then I rolled back time and let my wife do her work,” He defended his love. “Oh, and by the way, if you’re leading Diego on as payback for what happened in Texas, you’re pissing up the wrong ladder there ‘cause that idiot may actually love you. The Handler never did.”

Lila watched through teary eyes as he began walking away. “What do you know? You spent decades shagging a mannequin.”

Five spun around and marched up to her in a rage. “Do not talk about Delores like that, Lila-”

“This is insane! There is no way we’re gonna get past this to make it to the Commission.”

“Okay, perhaps we can’t get to trust, but there is a certain honesty in white-hot hatred.” He gave a tight-lipped smile. Lila rolled her eyes and walked around him.

“Then come over here, you god-awful little shit,” She opened the door to the utility room and held out her hand. “And hold my hand.”

With a smirk, Five grabbed her hand and let her pull him into the room, closing the door behind them. Below, at the bar in the lobby, Luther sat in front of a stereo, the headphones over his ears canceling out any noise around him as he sang out a love song.

“And I have never seen that dress you’re wearing

Or the highlights in your hair

That catch your eyes

I have been blind

The lady in red

Is dancing with me

Cheek to cheek”

He looked to the side to find Diego standing there beside him with a crate of alcoholic bottles, staring at him in confoundment. Luther’s smile disappeared before he looked over his shoulder and back to Diego with narrowed eyes.

“What’s with the bottles?”

“Molotov cocktails. What’s with the music?”

“None of you biz.”

The former vigilante looked down at the collection of tapes. “Phil Collins. Neil Diamond. Are you making a mixtape?!”

Luther froze for a second. “Shouldn’t you be watching your kid?”

“Dude, I got that parenting thing down. The trick is, you give ‘em a little trust, and everything falls into place. Now, I’ve been working on our defense.” He took a seat beside his brother. “Now, let’s talk offense, alright? What’s our Sparrow plan of attack? I got the rest of the afternoon.”

“Relax. Vanya and Allison handled it.”

Diego blinked at the deadname. “It’s Viktor.”

Luther looked up at him. “What?”

“Vanya’s Viktor now.”

He frowned and looked off into space for a second. “What else did I miss while I was kidnapped?”

“Jesus, Luther. Not everything is about you, alright? So?”

He sighed. “The Sparrows are coming here, alright?”

“For what? Tea? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No! No!” Diego pointed at him. “It’s time for you and me to show ‘em who’s boss. Like the old days, huh? You know, bustin’ heads- Oh, Jesus, Luther. Lionel Rich- Are you kidding me?”

Luther hopelessly watched as Diego picked up another tape he was using and went to defend the musician. “What? Lionel Richie’s still cool.”

“No!”

“Look, I met someone, okay? And I thought, you know, maybe she’d like some curated songs that just so happen to express what’s in my heart…”

Diego narrowed his eyes in thought as he slipped the headphones off his brother’s head. “When did you have time to meet someone? I mean, we’ve been here for two days, and the only time you-” He stopped himself when the realization hit him. “This is a mixtape for the enemy?”

Luther pointed at him. “Hey. Sloane is not the enemy. They are not the enemy. This is all one big misunderstanding. And if our family could just behave ourselves for once, then we could all work together,” He grinned longingly. “And then Sloane and I can fall in love… get married… buy a dog… grow old on a porch…”

“Ugh… Jesus, Luther. You’re pathetic.” When Luther dropped his smile, Diego brought up another topic of discussion. “Is… Is Sloane the gravity one? Oh, shit… You guys had gravity sex.”

Luther snickered at his brother’s sly smirk. “Come on. You know I can’t talk about that.”

“Luther, I’m your brother. We got no secrets.” He nudged him. Luther looked around for any eavesdroppers before scooting closer.

“Okay, well, uh, you might say, we were, uh… ‘Dancing On the Ceiling’.”

Diego chuckled.

“Oh! That one’s going in!” Luther exclaimed, grabbing another tape and putting it in the stereo before placing the headphones on his head. Diego watched him for a moment before picking up a bottle and putting it into the crate, picking it up and walking out of the bar.

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“There’s a science to shopping, little me.”

Both the (Y/N)s were walking side-by-side down a sidewalk of a plaza, the older of the two applying lip gloss as they went. Umbrella (Y/N) slowly nodded her head. “Uh-huh.”

“There is! Watch.” She entered a clothing store and went straight for the clearance section in the back. “The clearance racks are easily overlooked. People want brand-spanking-new clothing, but the thing is, half this shit was put onto the shopping floors less than a couple months ago. Companies get rid of clothing so fast one way or another to make room for more.”

“That’s nice-”

“So, they put the hidden treasures in these over-crowded areas for people like me who actually know what they’re doing. So, not only are these clothes five dollars less, but everything is buy one get one, and I have a reward of fifteen dollars off of any purchase over forty dollars. Do you know how many items of clothing I can get for less money than what those other idiots are paying?”

“A lot?”

Sparrow (Y/N) chuckled and began looking through the clothes. “We really are different.”

“Yeah,” She smiled. “That’s not so bad, though. I don’t wanna talk to myself.”

The woman hummed with a nod before turning to the girl. “You know, your fashion isn’t bad at all. It’s another difference we have, but it’s a good difference. Your little all-black sixties get-up was very cute. Got a good look at it while I was beating the shit out of you.”

Umbrella (Y/N) scoffed in amusement. “Thanks… I guess.”

“So, do you usually wear corsets?”

“No,” She looked down at her outfit. “This was an experiment, I guess.”

“Are you up for more experimentation?”

They shared a look before they practically dove into the clothing racks nearly every store had to offer. (Y/N) had to agree with her older self, shopping was quite therapeutic. It was a time where she could solely focus on herself and let her mind run free. She never had many friends, but this is what she imagined what a day out with one would be like.

“Okay, ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Come on out.”

The two stepped out of their fitting rooms across from each other and gasped at their outfits. Sparrow (Y/N) wore a cropped black lace-up blazer and a black asymmetrical short skirt with a thigh strap garment. It was an outfit the younger of the two chose for her.

Umbrella (Y/N) wore a white button up tucked into brown leather pants. Over the shirt was a brown cropped underbust corset with straps. She adjusted the vintage steampunk goggles situated on her head as her double squealed in excitement.

“I knew it! I knew you would look good in modern steampunk!”

“Really?” She turned to the mirror with a smile, checking herself out.

“Wow, I almost forgot what I looked like when I was younger. I had a nice figure.”

Umbrella (Y/N) shook her head and leaned against her door. “What I would give to be back in my older body again…”

“Don’t worry, you’re still cute,” The Sparrow smiled, earning one back. “Alright, let’s hurry up and buy those. These are our new outfits for the day.”

After purchasing their clothes and changing back into them, the (Y/N)s found themselves in a nail salon, sitting in massage chairs as their feet got pampered. Umbrella (Y/N) exhaled and leaned back. “I needed this… You know, I didn’t get a bachelorette party for either of my marriages, so this is nice.”

“Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

There was a short silence between them before the young girl decided to break it. “Hey, uh… What upset you back at the mansion? It’s just, when I walked out, you looked like you were going to cry and I didn’t know if something happened while-”

“I heard everything between you and Dad,” The Sparrow admitted. “I sat there and listened to how much he loved you and how much he missed you… how much he tried to recreate you with me…” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I-I try with him, I really do, but it’s like no matter what I do, I will never be you. A-And that’s not good enough for him! Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

The Umbrella nodded. “I do. He wasn’t always like this with me. I’m Number Eight for a reason, you know. It took meeting him in a time where he didn’t know me yet for him to change his mind. But it didn’t erase that mental abuse he put me through. I didn’t like myself… for so long. And I was afraid to love anyone.”

She shakily exhaled. “Because what if I wasn’t good? W-What if I didn’t meet their expectations? Am I gonna be thrown into another dark room and forced to stare at nothing for another week? Forced to sleep in my own vomit for days? That shit fucks you up like nothing else…”

The Sparrow looked away from her, brushing a tear from her eye. “Yeah, that’s pretty fucked up. I’m sorry about Dad. Must’ve been great to lose him when he killed himself. Sometimes I wish we’d just… I-I don’t know. I just want him to pay for everything he’s done. But at the same time, I want him to smile at me at least once. But I know the only way he’d do that was if I weren’t me,” She stared down at her bracelet. “It’s like no matter how many clothes I put on, no matter how many mani-pedis I get… no matter how many clones I project my consciousness into… I’ll always be me. And I hate it.”

“I get it,” Umbrella (Y/N) nodded with teary eyes. “Every time my family gets into some bullshit life-threatening situation, I-I’m one of the only ones not arguing, not screaming, not being an asshole. But that isn’t fair. I want to snap sometimes and I feel like I don’t get to… but maybe I’m just not wired that way. I wanna be different, too. But changing yourself takes a lot of work.”

“You know what a good start to that is?”

“What?”

“A haircut.”

And so, after their nails were done, Umbrella (Y/N) got herself a haircut. She spent the last two years growing her hair out, but she wanted to shed the burden the last two apocalypses had been for her. So, she cut her hair shorter than it was in the sixties, shorter than it was in the original timeline. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she wanted to cry. Not because she hated the way she looked, but because she loved it.

Sparrow (Y/N) leaned down so their faces were next to each other. “I love it.”

The girl sniffled. “Me, too.”

Ice cream was an excellent treat after an emotion dump on each other. The two clinked their ice cream cones together as they walked away from the stand. They didn’t need to say anything for a bit, simply strolling as they enjoyed their respective flavors of the frozen treat, until the Sparrow spoke.

“I’m glad I met you, you little shit.”

“Oh, really?” Umbrella (Y/N) chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“Because I feel like you’re the version of myself that I need. Like, you’re the half I’m missing. If I were half me and half you, I feel like I’d be the best version of myself.”

“Huh.” She stopped with a thoughtful smile. “Funny. I feel the exact same way about you.”

From inside a coffee shop they were passing by, the Umbrella felt a gasp punch out of her lungs at the very, very familiar face of the cashier. “Oh, my god…”

“What? What is it?” The Sparrow turned to look in the direction she was staring in. “Who is that?”

She gulped. “Anthony…”

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At the hotel, Diego had been hiding his homemade bombs around potted plants when Luther found him and ran up to him.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“This whole, uh, Viktor thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, it’s a pretty big deal, right?”

Diego held his now empty crate and started towards the stairs. “I guess, for him. It’s whatever.”

Luther followed him down the stairs. “Well, should we say something? You know, I mean, make a formal gesture? Welcome him as brothers.”

“God, no! Just roll with it, man. Don’t say anything, and don’t be weird.”

“Okay, but not saying something feels weird, right? I mean… Shouldn’t we, I don’t know… mark the occasion somehow?”

Diego turned to him as they stepped off the staircase. “You just wanna throw a party.”

“Why do you hate tiny sandwiches?”

Viktor walked up to his brothers. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Luther wants to throw you a big, stupid party so you feel loved.” Diego explained.

“Oh.” Viktor smiled.

“Do you feel loved?”

“Yeah, I… I do.”

“Good. You are.” He smiled back before turning to Luther. “Can we all get back to saving the world now?”

Diego left the two alone with Luther trying to find something, anything to say to his brother. “I, uh… I really like the hair. Is that a number ten?”

Viktor nodded as his smile widened.

“Yeah, that’s a good choice. Really… frames your face.”

“Thanks…”

Luther grinned. “I’ll see you later.” He walked away, leaving his brother with a fuzzy feeling in his chest.

In the utility room above, Lila and Five were hooking up cables to the briefcase and to a device. She rubbed her hands and backed up so she stood next to him. “Okay, relax.”

He grimaced. “I can’t. Your breath is terrible.”

“Garlic is for winners. Enough foreplay!” She exclaimed before taking hold of the briefcase with one hand, holding Five’s hand in the other.

“This is so stupid.” He sighed and held onto the case as well.

“Power up, shithead.” She whispered. Blue energy began to surround them in a very slow blink. They exclaimed in strain as Lila tried to mimic his power, but he wasn’t letting her. “Don’t bitch out on me now!”

Five painfully yelped. “I hate you so much!”

“Then get this right, or it’s you and me in the Stone Age forever!”

The two moved their bodies a few times to power their jumps before Lila let out a strangled groan. “Now! Do it now!”

With a zap and a whoosh, the two were sent away from the hotel and into a snow storm. It didn’t look like anything was in front of them for miles except for wind, ice and snow.

“Oh, brilliant idea, Lila. Welcome to the Ice Age!” Five groaned and rubbed his face. “(Y/N)’s gonna be so pissed…”

“Shut up and just look.”

He turned to look at a building in the distance that the two knew very well. The Commission.

“Shit…” Five sighed out and began to follow Lila through piles of snow to his former place of work.

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“I don’t get it. Did I miss it? How did you win again?” Luther huffed as his eyes roamed over his game of word scramble with Diego.

“Oh, look at those two jabronis getting along, being all sibly.” Diego pointed at Allison and Viktor walking together towards their table.

“So?”

“So, that never goes well for us.”

Viktor and Allison took seats across from their brothers and continued their wait for the Sparrows to arrive. “So,” Luther started. “What’s the plan? What do we do when the Sparrows get here?”

Allison shared a look with Viktor. “Follow our lead.”

“Uh-uh. Nice try.” Diego shook his head. “We don’t take orders from you.”

Luther shook his head as well. “Uh-uh.”

“Mm-mm.”

“Oh, shit. They’re early.”

The four quickly rose from their seats and made their way towards the entrance of the hotel where the Sparrows dressed in their spandex uniforms entered, all except for their (Y/N). Around them, hotel guests excitedly took pictures, for there were celebrities present.

“Well, thanks for coming.” Viktor started.

“Oh, yeah, super glad to be here.” Jayme deadpanned as usual.

“Where are the rest of you?” Ben hissed.

“Are you taking attendance? They’ll be here,” Diego answered. “And where’s the rest of you? Missing a Number Eight?”

The Sparrows looked to Ben, who clenched his hands into fists. He usually knew where his sister was since she always let him know of her whereabouts, but he had no idea where she was before they left.

“Where’s the briefcase?” Allison started.

“Where’s our brother?”

“Maybe we should try this again before I lose my temper.” She smiled, cutting Viktor off when he started to speak to her. “I got this. Hand over the briefcase or no deal.”

“Yeah, tiny problem. Deal’s off.”

Luther smiled when he finally understood the message Sloane had been mouthing to him. “Oh, ‘run’!”

“Molotov this, bitches!” Stanley screamed as he ran up to the group with a flaming bottle in his hand.

“Stanley!” Diego stopped him. “Not now.”

In shock and disappointment, Stanley let go of the bottle, the flame spreading up the banner hanging beside him. With the fire came smoke, and with the smoke came the fire alarm. Behind them, the hotel guests began fleeing the area in a panicked rush.

“Power up.” Ben snapped his fingers, his siblings doing as they were told. Christopher rapidly spun in place, Fei summoned her crows, Jayme shifted her jaw, Alphonso cracked his joints and Sloane reluctantly activated her power.

Through the crowd of panic, there was one old man walking towards the commotion rather than from it.

Diego hurriedly grabbed Stanley and threw him behind the front counter just as Christopher sent out several red blasts, attacking the Umbrellas in their heads. They all fell to the ground, clutching their heads in pain. Allison struggled to rise on her knee.

“I heard… I heard a rumor…” She groaned.

“That you’re about to die?” Ben smirked.

The old man quickly neared the group, slipping his headphones off his head.

“Kill ‘em.” Ben commanded.

Just as Jayme and Alphonso stepped up to Viktor, the old man lit up in a fiery orange and sent his fire-like blast towards the Sparrows with an echoing yell. Ben, Fei and Chris all ducked, but the blast singed Fei’s birds and melted the faces of Jayme and Alphonso. Luther tackled Sloane to the ground before she could be hit.

The old man relented and the blast was gone, leaving the two Sparrows melted corpses on the ground.

“Jayme!” Fei cried out. “Alphonso!”

“Pull back!” Ben shouted, the three conscious Sparrows quickly getting to their feet and bolting out of the hotel.

Viktor painfully lifted his head at the old man before him, staring at the scene he created in fear. The same scared face that Viktor had seen a thousand times. The only difference now was that the face had aged in the last five decades.

“Oh, my god. Harlan…? Is that you?”

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Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin, @moonctzeny, @lenaluvs, @lucas-wongs, @burtonized and to @ncteaxhoe who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail [email protected] to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while. “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

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I’ve been on a recent literati binge, obsessed with them, and stumbled upon your literati fic, “‘this is tailored made (so what’s the sense in waiting?)”, and wanted to say thank you so much for it. I can honestly say it took over my life for a brief 3 day stint and now, I’m yearning for more of them! YOU DID AMAZING! You gave them justice where the revival lacked. The closure desired from these two. It gave me so much pain and happiness, you wouldn’t believe it. I left reviews, ofc. I can’t thank you enough for how amazing that journey was for me, a delight, through and through. You are a marvelous and gut wrenching writer! You actually know these characters. Thank you so much, again, and I hope to see more from you! Will be checking out your other literati fics, indubitably!

🥰❤️ Thank you so much! The love for this fic has absolutely blown me away. I’m truly humbled and feel blessed to have you and others as such lovely amazing readers. And thank you for leaving a review. They mean the world to me. I’m completely backed up, but eventually I will respond to the rest of them, even the ones who have been waiting for a reply for like a year or two. I’m sorry! You’re not forgotten, I promise. Just overwhelmed with life. 😘 (@milothirst I haven’t forgotten about the Jess + sex post. Posting it soon!)

As for more in the universe, I have a small-ish follow-up I’m working on. TITM’s coming up on the 1k kudos mark on AO3 😱🤯, so I thought to maybe do a wedding sequel as a 1k celebration. I’m about 20% done with it at this point. Given how slow I am at writing with my hectic life schedule right now, we’ll see when I can get that out. Hopefully before summer of next year.

As for my other fics, I am still working on those as well. Next update will be for TWWCIL. I’ve got about 65% of the full story written, but of course it’s mostly towards the end. Once I finish fleshing out the middle, I’ll be able to rewrite chapter 4 and start a more regular update process. After that will be Chapter 8 of OSAS, the full story which has about 7 more chapters left to write before it is finally complete and we can post it regularly as well. And then I’ll post the 2 part Chilton AU, the Lit + cats au, and then finally the time loop AU I’ve been writing in my head for like four years.

So a lot of things to come. I just really need the time to be able to sit down and write. Thought I would have it this year, but my car got taken from me at the beginning of this year due to theft and vandalism, which was a huge loss cause my car IS my livelihood. I make majority of my money from driving gigs, and now that I’m spending about $500 a week with the rental I have while also making less money than before due to constraints of the rental program, it’s been a lot of expenses that I’m juggling at the moment. Once I’m able to buy a new car, I can go back to my ideal three day/weekend work week and get back to writing semi regularly.

I hope you’ll stay tuned. Feel free to come by here to chat or for any updates. I also recently made a Twitter (I HATE myself), so I’m gonna try and start posting more on there as well. Anon from months ago, if you’re still here, you can now find me @natsugia1 on Twitter. I should warn you though that my twitter will probably be a LOT more eclectic in terms of what I tweet on there, given what I’ve already been sucked into on that dumpster fire of a platform.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years ago

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 16 of 16

Welp, this is it I guess. I’ve never finished a story of this size before, so ngl, I’m proud of myself. This story was originally gonna be a short possibly two parter imagine, I never intended for this to be 16 chapters long lmao. AND, I didn’t do much pre planning either. I kinda just made things up as I wrote, which is why this story is such a shit show. But a big thank you to the supporters of this shit show, it means a whole fucking lot. Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming...

TW: Page 250

I keep forgetting to tag, fucking hell: @multifandom-fangirl4 @dxllysoutsider @gladerscake

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Shakily changing into a stolen guard’s uniform, you found yourself more nervous than you probably should’ve been.

You just dreaded going back, now with the threat of everyone you care about dying.

Before, when it was just you risking your life, it was easier. You didn’t really care if you died if you could save someone else, and you knew that mentality was not the healthiest. But compared to Gally, Thomas, or even Brenda, you didn’t feel like you mattered as much.

What could you possibly have to offer that would be greater than anyone else’s contribution?

“You ready?” Gally smiled at you.

Ah, but being able to be with Gally overpowered those feelings.

“Yup. How do I look?” You teased, jokingly twirling around to show off the heavy uniform.

“Pretty damn good, I gotta say.”

You brushed off the butterflies in your stomach with a scoff. “Well, a good uniform can make anyone look good, I think.”

“I mean, sure. But damn, you really pull it off.”

Your lighthearted conversation was cut short by a sharp cough, looking over to see Newt with an annoyed look on his face. “You guys are bloody disgusting, excuse me while I go vomit.”

“Oh, come on, man. Look at her and tell me she doesn’t look nice.” Gally pointed to you.

“Jesus, keep it in your pants, mate.”

You stifled a laugh as Gally turned a light shade of red, ignoring the suggestive comment with an eye roll. “I’m just sayin’.”

Newt walked away from the amusing exchange, still stifling a few coughs. You couldn’t help but worry. “Does he seem a bit off to you?” You asked. Gally looked to Newt then back to you, the sad look on his face giving you a guarantee that something was wrong.

You would’ve prodded further if it weren’t for Thomas giving the signal that it was time to start infiltrating the W.C.K.D. building.

The way it was planned, Thomas and Teresa would walk in the front together, meeting up with Newt, soon you and Gally would find them, making sure to keep a natural distance away. Brenda’s job seemed the easiest, to you at least, all she had to do was steal a bus. You prayed that Frypan didn’t fall to his death, and that Jorge would get back in time with the Berg.

“You’re worrying.”

You rolled your eyes at Gally’s tone. “Yeah, of course I’m worrying. When do I not worry?”

“Not as much as you’d think.”

Your felt your heavy breaths waft back into your face from the helmet you were wearing not allowing much to circulate. Seriously, how could people do this all day for a job? You ignored the queasy feeling in your gut as you found Teresa with the other two “guards.”

Entering into a stairwell, Gally suddenly stopped the group. “Hold on, hold on.” He said, looking over some sort of electric box. “I can get in here.”

“Kay, throw me the walkie.” Thomas ordered, motioning for you to follow with him to clear the area.

You heard Newt cough heavily as you descended down the stairs with your gun, right behind Thomas. “How long has Newt been like this?” You whispered.

“Now’s not the time, Y/N.” Thomas said, scanning next floor to see that it was clear.

“Thomas.” You pleaded.

Thomas huffed, an annoyed yet mournful face overtaking his features. You knew his answer wouldn’t be good, and you found yourself dreading what he would say. “He’s got the Flare...he’s been like this for awhile now. I just found out myself.” He frowned.

You cast your gaze downwards, tears already welling up in your eyes as you realized what this meant. Thomas didn’t give you a chance to respond as he quickly ascended the stairs back to the others, holding up the radio. “Frypan, we’re in. How you doing?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting there.” Fry voiced. “Tell Minho hi for me.”

“Hang in there, buddy.”

Gally soon got into the box, quickly looking through the various labels until finding the right one. “This’ll work.” He assured.

“Okay, Brenda, what’s your status?” Thomas spoke through the radio.

“Working on it.” She answered.

“Copy. Just make sure you’re ready on your end.”

“Don’t worry, you know I’m gonna be there.”

Gally quickly set up the hacking signal up to the correct wires, shutting the box door with a grin. “Alright, let’s go.” Everyone quickly bounded down the stairs, stopping at the door at the bottom. “Lawrence, we’re in position.” Gally radioed, only to be greeted with silence. “Lawrence?”

“If he doesn’t turn those bloody cameras off, then we’re gonna be in big trouble.” Newt expressed everyone’s thoughts.

Gally looked nervous, but peeking though the little window in the door, he huffed. “He’ll do his part.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily before readjusting the mask part of the helmet over your face. “Let’s get this over with.”

Teresa reluctantly placed her thumb over the ID scanner, and Gally quickly encouraged everyone through the door to cautiously speed through the halls to get to where Minho was being held.

It didn’t take long to find the holding bay with Teresa leading the group, but you didn’t know if getting in would be easy with a bunch of guards inside.

“Teresa, stay back.” You ordered, gently pushing her behind you. The last thing you guys needed was for her getting in the crossfire.

“Ready?” Gally looked to everyone, they all nodded, clutching their weapons tightly.

As soon as the door opened, shots rang out from your side, making work of all the guards in no time. The element of surprise probably helped. “Huh, that was surprisingly easy.” You chuckled breathlessly, almost proud of yourself for getting some decent shots in, the recoil packed a punch though.

“Yeah? Don’t let it go to your head.” Newt sassed.

Seeing all the kids exit their holding cells with looks of hopefulness, almost made you tear up. What could’ve these poor innocent souls had to endure by the hands of W.C.K.D. You risked a glace at your cousin, and you couldn’t tell how she felt. Did she feel joy that these kids were finally getting rescued? Or all that she saw in those kids was possible cure, dehumanizing them for the sake of her morality?

You didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“The vault. How do I get in?” Gally’s voice caught your attention. The person he was holding a gun to simply said that he couldn’t. “Guys, this might take some time.” He voiced after looking over the heavy vault door.

You looked around and furrowed your brows when you saw one key person missing. “Where’s Minho? He’s supposed to be here.”

Thomas scowled, storming up to Teresa. “Where is he?”

Teresa quickly went to the computers, looking up his file. “Someone’s moved him up to the medical wing. Thomas, that’s on the other side of the building.”

Thomas sighed. “Okay, take me to him, right now.”

“Alright, I’m coming with you.” You and Newt both stepped up.

“No. No, you guys have to wait with Gally for the serum.”

“You can’t do this on your own.” Newt argued. “And Minho comes first, remember?”

“Just go, we’re wasting time!” Gally called out. “I’ll get the serum, we’ll meet you out back.”

Thomas nodded to Newt, but turned to you with a remorseful look on his face. “No, no, you’re not making me stay.” You expressed. “I’m part of this as much as he is.”

“Y/N, you’ve done so much for us already. I can’t ask you to do this.”

“I’m offering.”

“No, please. Stay here. We’ll be okay.”

You scowled, exhaling sharply. “Fine. Keep an eye on Newt.” You whispered, Thomas nodding then running out with Newt and Teresa. “Please, be careful.”

“They’ll be fine, just watch my six and the kids.” Gally said, starting to saw into the door.

You stood guard at the door, impatiently tapping your foot as you worried about your friends, especially Newt. You wished he had stayed with you and Gally so you could give him the serum as soon as the vault opened. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, but it would give him time, and that’s what he needed right now.

You heard Gally’s saw stop, smiling ear to ear when the vault door finally opened. You went inside to help Gally load up all the vials, the whole room glowing blue from the color of the serum. “Come on, we need to hurry.”

The room was almost empty of its contents, but staring at one of the only vials left, you debated. Emotion overtook logic as you grabbed a singular vial of the serum, gathering courage and turning around, only to be stopped by Gally. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have to find Newt.”

Gally looked at the serum clutched tight in your hand, putting the pieces together quickly. “No, no way.”

“Who know how much time he had left? This can help him.”

“It’s too dangerous.” He said slowly.

“I can’t do nothing while I know I can help him.”

“You’re not doing nothing. You’re gonna help these kids get to Brenda. I’m not letting you.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You said bluntly, a determined look in your eyes that made Gally speechless. He had seen that look before, and he finally realized he wouldn’t be able to convince you to stay with him.

Gally quickly pulled you into a hug with his free arm, placing a rough kiss to the top of your head. “You better come back to me.”

You smiled softly. “I will.”

And with that, you took off without a glance behind you, determined to save your friend from a terrible fate. Of course, if you had glanced behind you to see Gally’s face, you probably wouldn’t been complied to stay. But you had to help Newt, he couldn’t become one of those things. You couldn’t save Gally all those months ago, couldn’t save Jeff...or Chuck. You didn’t want history to repeat itself.

You followed the signs that led you toward where the medical bay would be, making sure to avoid being sighted at all costs. You felt silly hiding in small confined places that made your legs cramp up and wish you had more flexibility or stamina at least. It definitely didn’t help that alarms were blaring all around you, making you believe you actually did get caught. But hearing a few guards talk loudly about how intruders were heading to the medical bay, you realized it was just Thomas who must’ve fucked up, or worse Teresa.

This was going to get a lot harder...

All the guards seemed to rally to the medical bay to capture Thomas and Newt, it wasn’t too difficult to blend in with everyone else distracted from the chaos of it all.

You heard gunshots and glass smashing down the halls of the medical wing. Those boys sure were making it obvious, weren’t they?

You clutched you gun to your chest, not feeling very confident about taking on the guards by yourself, but when you saw your friends with a newly escaped Minho struggling to avoid the guards, you knew you had to do something.

You saying a silent prayer, even though you didn’t know if there was any being out there that heard it, gave you some sort of comfort enough to charge the guards that were gaining on your friends. Shooting at will, not even sure you were hitting any guards, you heard a few men fall to the floor with pained groans.

You didn’t have time to be proud of yourself before you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head, immediately falling to the floor yourself with a yelp.

You looked up to see the annoyed face of Jensen, him leaning down and roughly grabbing onto you and hoisting you up to stand. “You’re a real pain the arse, aren’t you, youngblood?”

Teresa jumped when she heard the doors slam opened, gasping when she saw you on the floor with a bloodied face in front of Jensen. “What the hell, Jensen?”

“Look who I found at the med wing, taking out guards left and right.” Jensen sneered.

“I said alive, Jensen!” Teresa fumed, looking at your almost unconscious form.

“I know what you said, Teresa. She’s breathing, isn’t she?”

Teresa scowled at the man before leaning down to delicately lift you to your feet, ungracefully dragging you to a gurney from the lack of help with your dead weight. “Get out. Thomas is still out there.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” Jensen bowed sarcastically, turning on his heel to walk out of the room.

Teresa turned her attention back to you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She whispered, quickly fixing up a wet cloth to wipe away at the blood leaking from your nose and mouth.

You groaned at the pained pressure of the cloth, weakly pushing Teresa’s hand away from your face. “Hurts...” You mumbled.

“I thought you were supposed to stay with Gally.” Teresa fussed, ignoring your discomfort to clean your face. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“I needed to help Newt...” You frowned, holding up the serum that was once safely in your pocket.

Teresa sighed sadly. “It wouldn’t have saved him.”

“But it would’ve given him time.”

Teresa stayed silent for a moment, deciding what to do with you. You furrowed your brows when you felt her strap you to the gurney tightly. “What’re you...?”

“I can’t have you wondering off, plus, you might have a concussion.” Teresa said, inserting a needle into your arm, pulling blood from your veins.

“You need my blood to keep me from wondering off?” You glared. Teresa avoiding your eyes as she readied another needle. “You’re still looking for a cure...even though there is none.”

“I’m just going to run some tests.” She answered simply.

You bit your lip when you felt tears well up in your eyes, gently banging your head down onto the gurney in frustration. How the hell were you gonna escape now?

Gally could’ve sworn his heart almost stopped when he saw his friends jump out of that window. Did these guys have a death wish? But what scared him even more if that there were only three, not four. Please, tell me she made it... “Where’s Y/N?” Gally tried not to shout.

Thomas eyes widened. “What do you mean? We left her with you!”

“She went to find you guys, to give that shank the serum.” Gally pointed to Newt.

Thomas clenched his fists, feeling anger well up in his gut. “Teresa wouldn’t let her get hurt. If anything, she needs her. We’ll get her back, Gally.”

“I know, cause I’m not leaving without her.”

It felt like hours before you talked to Teresa again, her being so fixated on her tests tubes and microscopes. “Any luck in finding your make believe cure?” You teased mockingly. Teresa stayed silent, watching through her scientific equipment for any sign that her cousin blood did anything to get rid of the Flare virus. Teresa slammed her hands on the table when the blood wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. “Guess I’m not the one, huh?”

Teresa glared at you, not appreciating your irritating commentary. She chose to move on to Thomas’ blood that she took back in the church, and her eyes widened when she saw his blood destroying the Flare virus.

Just when she finished making the first serum that she knew would work, the whole building shook as a boom echoed around the whole city.

You strained your neck to look behind you, seeing an almost mushroom cloud of fire at the wall that protected the city. “What the hell...?” Your eyes widened even more when you could faintly see a swarm of people charging through the gap in the wall, quickly realizing that the people were fighting and destroying everything. “Teresa, we have to get out of here.” You said, noticing everyone outside the lab room where thinking the same thing and trying to making a quick escape.

Teresa frowned, storming over to you and removing your restraints, and quickly going back to her experiments. “I can’t.”

You quickly removed yourself from the gurney. “What do you mean? The city’s getting raided. They’ll burn this place down, with us in it.”

“Thomas is the cure, Y/N!” She yelled, making you speechless. “His blood is destroying the virus! He can save us all. I need him.”

“Teresa...if all went as planned, he’s long gone by now.”

“No, he can’t be. Newt is dying and Thomas won’t abandon him, you know that. He’ll be slowing them down. I have to get through to him.” Teresa exhaled shakily. “You can go if you want, I’m staying. I have to.”

You looked to the exit then back to Teresa, your cousin, your only family. In the past, most choices you made were clearly the right ones. But now...you had no idea what to do.

You wanted to choose Teresa...you really did. But you still had the temporary serum, you still had the chance to help Newt. “I’m sorry, Teresa.” You voiced, gaining her attention. “I want to stay with you. But I need to find our friends.”

Teresa’s face fell, frowning. “I understand.”

“I’ll come back for you.” Your voice wavered, feeling intense emotion wash over you, suddenly getting the feeling to tell her you loved her. But you cut the goodbye short, running out of the room and rushed to leave the building.

Thankfully, everyone was so focused on packing up to leave, you had no trouble escaping. But you almost didn’t want to leave the building when you saw the hell on earth that was just outside. But you pushed on, making sure you kept the hold on the vial safely in your hand.

You almost jumped when you heard your cousin’s voice echo around the city’s speakers.

“Thomas? Can you hear me? I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt. There’s still time for him. There’s a reason Brenda isn’t sick anymore. It’s your blood, do you understand? She isn’t sick because...you cured her. She doesn’t have to be the only one. You just need to come back, and this will all finally be over. Please, just come back to me. I know you’ll-”

The speakers suddenly cut out, as almost all power in the city was down.

You suddenly felt dread wash over you, you had to find Thomas.

Running through the city as fast as you could, you wished you were a Runner, then maybe your legs wouldn’t cramp up every time you exerted yourself. You felt the heat of fires and explosions as you sprinted, dodging multiple guards and people fighting each other. This wasn’t supposed to happen...

Finally getting to a clearing, you stopped to cease the wheezing in your heavy breaths, until you heard screaming. You quickly rounded the corner to see Thomas and Newt...fighting each other.

No...you were too late...

You ran to them, quickly trying to pull Newt off of Thomas, only for his attention to turn to you and tackle you to the ground. “Newt!” You yelled, tearing up quickly at the sight of his dead eyes and Flared up face. “Newt...”

Thomas pushed Newt off of you, giving you the chance to take the vial out of your pocket, but the new Crank got free of Thomas’ hold and attacked you again, the vial violently being thrown from your hand. You internally cringed when you heard a shatter. Fuck...

You felt your vision get blurry when Newt smashed your head against the pavement, the pain resonating throughout your skull and making you feel lightheaded.

You didn’t know what happened after that, you just woke up and Newt wasn’t attacking you anymore. You didn’t hear the sound of struggle anymore. You looked to your left to see Brenda, a look of pained shock on her face. Then you realized, Thomas was sitting next to Newt.

“No...” You whispered.

You crawled over to Thomas, looking down at Newt’s body. You could barely see anything due to the tears that welled up in your eyes, making the world around you blurry. You couldn’t do anything but stare numbly at your fallen friend, unaware that Thomas had left.

“Y/N.”

You knew that voice belonged to Gally, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Or do anything when Frypan wrapped his arms around you to give you some sort of comfort, him feeling the same grief as you, if not worse.

Gally felt the pain of the loss too, but seeing everything being burned down too quickly, he had to speak up. “This place is gonna take us down with it if we don’t get outta here...”

Fry gently pulled you away from Newt’s body, reluctantly motioning for Minho to follow. “Come on.” Fry rubbed your shoulder.

You were basically on autopilot on the way to the Berg, where Jorge, Vince, and the kids were waiting to take off. “We have to find Thomas. He went back to the holding facility.” Brenda voiced worryingly.

“That damn kid.” Vince huffed.

The numbness went away enough to remember that you told Teresa that you’d be back for her. You had to find her again, but the Berg was already being lifted up into the air. In your heart, you knew wherever Thomas was, Teresa was most likely with him. That’s something you could rely on, at least.

“Hey...” Gally sat next to you, gently holding your hand. You could faintly see tear marks down his face, his eyes a shade of red and watery. “We’ll find them.”

You wished you believed that, but after everything that’s happened, you felt having hope was childish. You couldn’t bear to hope just for things to end terribly.

“I think I got him!” You heard Jorge shout, everyone, including you, rallying to the front to look out the Berg’s window.

“Yeah, that’s him. I got the hatch.” Brenda said, quickly springing into action.

“Alright, I got him. I got him.” Jorge said, proceeding to carefully turn the Berg around so the now open hatch was facing the burning building roof. “I can’t get any closer!”

Everyone crowded the hatch, calling out for Thomas and Teresa on the roof, reaching out their hands to grab them. Quickly noticing that he was injured badly, you started to reach out as well. “Thomas! Teresa! Come on!”

“Get closer!” Teresa called out.

“Jump!” Vince yelled, his body almost half out of the aircraft trying to reach.

“We gotta get closer!” Gally yelled to Jorge.

“Come on, reach!”

The Berg finally got close enough to where Teresa could help Thomas onto the hatch, everyone quickly pulling him inside. You looked back to Teresa, holding out your hand as far as you could. “Your turn, jump!” You called out. You furrowed your brows in confusion when Teresa made no effort to move, not even to reach out for you. You could see the debate in her eyes, wondering if she actually deserved to live or not. “Don’t leave me!”

Teresa’s eyes softened, almost bringing her to tears upon hearing that short but impactful sentence. In a matter of a few seconds, the next building over was destroyed, large chunks of debris falling, making the roof collapse into itself, taking your cousin with it.

“No!” You sobbed loudly, ripping apart your vocal cords and feeling your heart break in two.

The Berg quickly left the destroyed area, bringing you all back to their base to pack up and finally go to a place called the “Safe Haven.”

You fell back, feeling grief and guilt weigh you down. I shouldn’t have left her...she would be here if I had just stayed...

You looked to see that Thomas passed out, but he was alive. Brenda and Gally quickly patched him up, but he would have to be better treated when the Berg arrived.

Gally just sat next to you the whole ride, not saying anything, not even attempting to give you comforting touches in fear that it would just make things worse, he just sat there to let you know he was there for you.

Everything felt like it was moving too fast, like time sped up without warning or giving you time to adjust. It made you feel nauseous, but you had nothing in your stomach to throw up, besides bile, you which you did upchuck. You huffed at the burning feeling in your throat. “Damn it...”

Gally was right by your side, rubbing your back and telling you everything would be okay. But it wouldn’t be okay. You lost your close friend, and then you lost your only family that you had left. You couldn’t help the new flow of tears, Gally quickly pulling you close to lean on his chest. “It’s okay. Let it out...” He said softly.

“I could’ve...I could’ve...” You hiccupped.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done, sweetheart.” Gally hugged you tighter, feeling your body rack with heavy cries.

Hours later, you finally calmed down, the tears ran out a long time ago. But you noticed the machine hum of the Berg stopped. “We’re here!” Jorge called out, making you flinch at the sudden shout.

“Come on, help me get Thomas situated.” Vince called out, gathering the group to carry him, including Gally.

You stepped out of the Berg to immediately smell a slight salty scent, you never smelled anything like it. And you heard an unfamiliar sound, almost like white noise. It was just after sunset, but it was still a little light out. But you instantly recognized the light tan sandy ground, the water the stretched out for miles and miles to the horizon.

You’d never seen a beach before, not even before your memory wipe before the Maze. It was beautiful, but you would appreciate it better without the rotting feeling of grief weighing on your shoulders.

You walked to where you saw Vince take Thomas, stopping right outside the entrance of the wooden hut. “Is he okay?” You asked softly.

“He’ll be okay.” Vince answered. “He should wake up soon, but I have to go and make sure things have been taken care of while I’ve been gone.” And with that, Vince walked away with a fast pace.

Minho then exited the hut, meeting you with wide eyes. “Hey...” He said awkwardly, making you give a tight lipped smile. “I’m...sorry, about Teresa. I know how important she was to you.”

You didn’t want to cry anymore, you were sick of crying and the thought alone made you exhausted. “I’m sorry about Newt. He...he was a good guy.”

Minho’s lip quivered slightly, but quickly covered it up with a sigh. “We all lost him.”

You brought him into a hug, not knowing what else to do. It was weird at first, you two weren’t the type to show physical affection to each other, but you felt the situation called for it. Minho hugged you back tightly, trying not to cry at the thought of never being able to hug his best friend again.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I think everyone is. It would be weird if they weren’t.” Minho looked past you and smiled to himself weakly. “I think I should get some sleep. I’ll see you later.” You turned to watch Minho walk off, giving Gally a slight nod as he passed him.

Gally walked up to you with a small smile. “I would ask if you’re okay, but I feel like that question is pretty obvious.”

“Yeah...” You whispered. “I’m just fucking exhausted.”

Gally frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Vince already has some beds set up for us. Shall we go?”

You nodded. “That sounds nice.”

You and Gally set up your beds next to each other, at your insistent request. To be fair, in a new environment, you didn’t feel safe at all. Ironic in the “Safe Haven.”

You didn’t get a lot of sleep, constantly worrying about how Thomas was doing. Gally seemed to sense your worry. “He’ll be fine. He’s a stubborn kid.” He said, bringing you closer to him. It did seem to relax you as you fell asleep soon after, but that didn’t stop the influx of nightmares to plague your subconscious.

The next morning, everyone was up and atom, but you and your friends seemed to have been allowed to sleep in. “Who knew waking up beside you would be so nice?” You opened your eyes to see Gally smiling softly at you. You tried not to blush, temporarily forgetting the events that happened last night.

“You guys are disgusting.” Fry suddenly voiced loudly.

“You jealous, Fry?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am.”

You chuckled weakly at the interaction, but you sat up and stretched, looking around to see the beach lit up in its full glory. “Wow...” You whispered.

Waking up to such a beautiful sight, it did bring a small smile to your face. You wished so badly that Newt and Teresa were there to share it with everyone too, but you tried to shake those thoughts away.

Later that day, you sat beside Minho and Jorge, watching Gally help build something from afar. “He’s lucky to have you.” Minho smirked, picking at the fruit in his hand.

You smiled slightly, not truly believing it. “It’s the other way around really.”

“Well, whatever. You two are good for each other.” Minho rolled his eyes, making you chuckle. “Thomas...” You heard Minho suddenly whisper, and you looked in the same direction he was, seeing that Thomas was indeed walking through the new area.

You and Minho quickly stood up, slowly walking towards Thomas, along with everyone else behind you guys. Thomas’ eyes were tired, just like the rest of yours probably were. He didn’t smile, you couldn’t blame him. There was nothing to say, so Minho brought Thomas into a hug. You were in so much pain from the loss of your cousin, but Thomas was in love with her, you couldn’t imagine how he felt. He lost two of the most important people to him.

You hugged Thomas too, silently communicating each other’s condolences through the gesture.

That night, you and Gally sat next to each other as everyone else gathered to hear Vince speak at the bonfire that was set up, a celebration of sorts of surviving.

“We have come a long way together.” Vince started. “So many have sacrificed so much to make this place possible. Your friends, and your family. So here's to the ones who couldn't be here, here's to the friends we lost. This place is for you. It's for all of us, but this,” He held up a knife, pointing it to the large stone pillar in front of the crowd, “this is for them. So in your own time, in your own way, come make your peace. And welcome to the Safe Haven!” He cheered, the crowd following suit.

You forced yourself to smile as you held up the drink in your hand, following along with the rest of the crowd that were actually happy to be there. You were too, but it was hard to convey those feelings. Celebrating didn’t feel right, not this soon anyway.

You watched as multiple people lined up to carve their fallen friend’s or family’s names onto the pillar. You knew who’s name Minho would carve, it was obvious. But you didn’t expect Gally to get up and carve a name. Of course you were curious, but it seemed like it would be personal.

You had a name in mind, but you looked over to Thomas who was frowning while reading something. You knew Teresa meant something to him too, they were close, almost as close you and her had been when you were kids. But you two were kids, you two grew apart. You didn’t know her in the end, not truly. You knew you didn’t deserve to be the one to carve her name. You would let Thomas be the one.

You thought back to your past, having more names pop up in your head, only one truly sticking out.

You stood up after the crowd cleared, walking to the stone pillar with the knife in hand. You found the place for the name, thankful that the light from the fire still reached. You held up the knife and started carving the name.

You smiled fondly when it was done.

“Who’s that?” Gally walked up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You took a deep breath. “My baby sister...”

“You had a sister?”

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to choose the name, but she got the Flare along with them before I could give her one. It was only a week later that I finally gave her a name...even if she was dead.”

“How old was she?”

You frowned. “...three days old.”

“Y/N...I’m so sorry.”

You turned around to see Gally’s solemn face, but you smiled weakly. “I just have to believe she would’ve been better off, or in a better place.”

Gally only nodded, taking his hands in yours and leading you away to walk along the shore. “Things will be better here.”

“You really think so?” You asked, not sounding very hopeful.

“It have to be. We fought so hard for this.”

“I hope your right, Gally. What’ll life be like here though?” You wondered aloud.

Gally suddenly smiled giddily. “We’ll build our own city.” He nodded confidently, making you scoff.

“Oh really?” You raised your eyebrows skeptically, but a smile playing at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah! And we’ll have parties and bonfires every night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “Easy there, tiger. We’ve only been here one day. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Come on, dare to dream, Y/N.” He grinned.

“I’ll leave the dreaming up to you, Captain.”

You and Gally stopped and sat on a little incline of the shore to take a break from walking, just watching the sun come up.

Gally was sitting behind you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you leaning into him comfortably. You basked in his body heat, shielding you from the slightly chilly air from the ocean tides. It felt nice, the nicest feeling you’ve felt in the past few days.

You looked up to see Gally’s eyes entranced in watching the waves, his lips naturally upturned in a slight smile.

You leaned up and placed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, seeing his eyes briefly close at the feeling and his smile growing into a shy grin. He turned his head and leaned down to place a kiss to your lips. “I love you, you know.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I know. I love you too...so much.”

Looking back to the ocean, you knew you guys were going to be okay now.

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Welp, yeah...I’m having trouble liking the ending, but I hope y’all do at least. BUT SIKE, this ain’t the end(technically). I’m planning on releasing a bonus chapter reallll soon, for all those heathens that wanted smut ;)

But for those not into that sorta thing, don’t worry! It’s not gonna forward the plot in any way, this chapter is the end of the main story, so you won’t miss anything. Just fluff and smut

#sweet pandemonium series #the maze runner #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally

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allylikethecat · 1 year ago

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ally!! oh my!! i’m so glad you’re feeling better! heatstroke is no joke and sun poisoning is the worst. (this is why i’m a autumn/winter person myself haha) but take your time and we’ll be here !!

🥤

Ahhh Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!

Thank you so much! I am finally feeling better thank goodness! I was so angry that my body shut down on me like that (especially since I basically did it to myself and should KNOW BETTER by now I've lived here for six years) I had plans this weekend!! I was supposed to do social things in addition to writing! Annnnd instead I did none of that RIP. I LOVE autumn that is my happy time! The winters were I live now aren't bad but I hated them growing up - I am NOT a snow person omg (I basically moved to the surface of hell to get AWAY from the snow lol I may have over compensated) But yeah it wasn't full on like "go to the hospital your innards are cooking" heatstroke but that more unfortunate and common mild version where you just feel like shit and can't cool down. And then you feel like shit so you don't eat and it's a horrible cycle. RE: sun poisoning though omfg that is the actual worst thing ever I actually ended up in the ER with sun poisoning when I was a kid one time (my poor parents were beside themselves) and now I am like the sun protection police. I live in a very hot sunny place and I wear long sleeves all summer, I have an extensive collection of wide brim hats and I will be reapplying 80 SPF sunscreen every 60 minutes. I also will find the smallest sliver of shade possible and will hide in it. I am not fucking around when it comes to the sun. HOWEVER, I still managed to get myself over heated and greatly paid the price 😞

Thank you so much for the kind message and the well wishes! I apologize once again for being dramatic and not having any of the promised updates ready :( Hopefully I can get us back onto our regularly scheduled programming soon!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #smoothie anon #🥤 anon #🥤#my trainer keeps a giant thing of gold fish crackers in the break room at our barn #and her answer to everything is “eat some goldfish” when you feel bad #because there is like salt and easy carbs in them apparently #idk they do help #she also encourages us to put a little bit of salt in our water 😂 not a lot but just a tad #and it does also help idk why though #apparently her old retired vet recommended it #and i will admit even though he worked on horses his entire career his people healthcare advice has been spot on

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mypoisonedvine · 5 years ago

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Double-Edged Sword: Capt. Syverson x Reader (Chapter 1)

[I decided to ignore my WIPs and my URL and write something for Syverson because he is just…. a beautiful, meaty man and he deserves some more love.

To those of you who follow me for Witcher stuff only, I promise we will return shortly to the regularly scheduled programming. As for the rest of us who are thirsty for Cavill in any context… enjoy!]

Summary: As a Major in the Marine Corps, you work with other units and branches relatively often. That said, you had never really had to ask another unit for help before, so you felt pretty awkward when a mission required you to travel to a nearby Army camp and take shelter with them for the next two months. Of course, their smack-talking, free-wheeling Captain isn’t going to make it any easier on you, either.

Word Count: 5k (oh jesus christ)

Rating: E

(warning for dub con and people being sexist assholes, cause yknow, it’s the military. contains lots of angst and bickering and arguing, and of course, smut.)

“Listen, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I’m Ms. Popular,” you sighed, “but hopefully you all can appreciate that I look out for all of you.”

No one said anything, because they were standing at attention at their cots.

“At ease,” you added, and they all relaxed a bit, “but keep quiet so I can finish.”

A few sat on their beds but most still seemed to be paying attention.

“When it’s just us Marines, I don’t mind much whatever you call me when I’m not around. Or when I’m around. But once we get where we’re going tomorrow, we’re shacking up with the Army. And as much as I want everyone to get along, I’m not sure how likely that is. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is… right now it may be me versus you, but soon it’s going to be us versus them, Marines versus Army. And us Marines need to stick together. Does that make sense?”

There were a few nods, but you weren’t sure they were getting it.

“Alright, allow me to be a bit more literal. Don’t tell the other soldiers that I’m a bitch,” you requested. There were some scattered chuckles. “I know it probably seems fine since you say it to each other but I need you guys to help me get their respect. I’m not saying to go in there and tell every Army nimrod that I’m everybody’s favorite officer. Just… don’t let them see any cracks they could exploit. Because I have to start ordering these guys around and I’m already batting a thousand.”

“Seems reasonable,” Private Cole replied, and most of the others agreed. You smiled and left them alone to have a somewhat relaxing night before they had to ship out.

“I don’t want this to be Marines versus Army,” you told Captain Syverson the next day when you met with him for the first time. Of course, that was what you had told your own unit would happen, but he didn’t know that. “I’m sure you know that this is an officer versus enlisted issue. And us officers should stick together.”

He was smiling back at you from across the table, but it didn’t seem that friendly.

“I don’t see why there’s any ‘versus’ at all. You and your unit are guests here. We get this project over with and you’re out,” he shrugged.

“Maybe you haven’t had much issue getting control of your soldiers. But it took me a while to get mine to trust me, and now I have to go in blind and command your unit. So I hope you’re on my side,” you explained.

He went from smiling in an unhappy way, to laughing in an unfunny way. You regretted the way you had approached this conversation.

“Sounds like you’re not a good leader, if it was so much trouble for you,” he scoffed. “Maybe you should work on that.”

You didn’t get angry very often, but this was the closest you’d been in a while. You understood his distrust, even a little duplicity was merited. To just outright insult you to your face was, of course, hurtful, but mainly just stupid. You’d always known Army guys were total morons, but this was just ridiculous. What could he gain from going against you?

“How many years until you get promoted?” you asked him suddenly, standing up from your chair.

“About two and a half,” he responded.

“Well, if in two and a half years we’re both still alive, and I’m not already a lieutenant colonel, call me and we’ll talk about who’s in charge. Until then, back off,” you huffed, and turned to walk away. You yelped when he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back.

“You’re on my base,” he reminded you sternly.

“And we’ll try to be respectful while we’re here, regardless of how we’re being treated,” you grimaced, wrenching your arm out of his grasp.

“You’ll try to be respectful? On my base?! How generous,“ he scoffed. "You can’t just show up and start running things.”

“I have no desire to micromanage your little sandhut, Captain. I don’t give half a fuck what goes on in here. What I do have is the final call on any decision made in this mission,” you explained.

“On whose authority?” he pressed. You laughed.

“Cap, somewhere in your desk there’s a little piece of paper– it’s got a lot of pretty gold and silver stars on it– and it explains how commanding authority is ranked in every branch of the United States military. Feel free to go and check me on this, but I’m pretty sure that ‘Captain’ is here,” you motioned in the air, “and ‘Major’ is here,” you moved your hand up an inch.

“Well, sweetheart, there’s a sign outside the front of this base that says ‘Army’ on it, and a little sticker on your chest,” he poked it, and you couldn’t decide if you hated the physical contact or the deriding pet name more, “that says USMC.”

“Rank is rank,” you argued.

“So if you’ve got a doctorate in physics and I’ve got a master’s in English, you have the right to lecture me about fuckin’ Grapes of Wrath or whatever?”

“My doctorate is in American History,” you frowned. He laughed in frustration.

“Only a Jarhead could miss the point that hard,” he groaned, “and find a way to brag in the process.”

“Call your superior,” you growled, “who is notably a Major, and ask him who has authority on this base while we’re here.”

You stormed out before you could hear his reply.

When the time came, the two of you discussed how you would approach the mission behind closed doors. Not like it was fun or anything, but you managed to stay off each other’s throats for a while and agree on a few things. It was nice enough that you actually let your guard down, so much so that you were totally blindsided when he waited until you were in front of the entire company to disagree with you.

“That’ll never work,” he suddenly interrupted as you explained the plan, “we’ll divide and conquer.”

You looked at him with confusion.

“That’s not what we discussed before,” you reminded him.

“I changed my mind,” he shrugged.

“Well, I didn’t. So we’ll do it my way.”

“My men, my rules,” he growled, stepping closer to you.

“Half these people,” you corrected, since a few of your unit were women, “are mine, and you’re below me.”

“Fuck you,” he said casually, smiling while he did it.

“You couldn’t handle it,” you spat back.

A few of the enlisted ‘ooooh’ed but for the most part it was very, very quiet.

Finally, Captain Syverson silently turned on his heel and walked away, looking exasperated.

“Looks like the Captain is going to take a little break,” you smiled with fake enthusiasm, turning back to the company, “and I’ll keep explaining this mission to you all.”

“If Captain Syverson doesn’t approve it, we’re not doing it,” one of the Army kids announced. Your Marines were notably silent, but the rest of the Captain’s unit nodded in agreement.

“I’ve got a word for you, boys. It starts with ‘N’ and ends with ‘subordination,’” you frowned. They all groaned.

“It’s not insubordination because you’re not in charge of us!”

“Manage your own people, Jarhead!”

You uncrossed your arms and let your voice get a little louder. “Hey, hey, settle down!”

It mostly worked, but everyone seemed pretty displeased.

“Captain Syverson and I had a discussion with our superiors and it was concluded that I am highest ranking and I get the final call on every tactical decision,” you explained.

“That’s not what he told us,” one of the Army boys chuckled.

You tried not to seethe in front of them, you tried to keep it professional, but how were you supposed to work in these conditions?

“As you were,” you resigned through your teeth, storming off to where the Captain had gone. You found him in his quarters, relaxing on a sofa; you nearly kicked the door in to talk to him.

“What the fuck was that?!” you exclaimed.

“I changed my mind,” he repeated calmly.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you growled, shoving him where he sat. He stood up, clearly agitated.

“Get your hands off me, lady.”

“Major,” you corrected through your teeth.

“Only Major you are to me is a major waste of my fucking time,” he replied.

“Take it up with the Department of Defense, they’re the ones who gave me the title,” you defended.

“You know, lately I’ve been having issues with a lot of their decisions. I’m still trying to figure out why the fuck we’re doing this anyways.”

“The mission?” you asked.

“The war,” he corrected.

“Ah,” you nodded, looking around nervously. You were more comfortable with the arguing than the awkward silence.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, crossing his arms and slumping his shoulders.

“Go tell your unit the plan- our plan. Better yet, tell them they answer to me,” you demanded.

“I couldn’t have made it any more obvious that I’m not gonna do what you tell me,” he frowned, crossing his arms.

“Will you at least cooperate with me enough to get this mission over with?”

He thought about that for a minute, and you tried not to lose your patience.

“Hmm… no,” he decided finally.

“Then will you shut the fuck up and stay out of my way?” you suggested instead.

He stepped up to you until he was uncomfortably close, and you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. He had these really bright blue eyes and they didn’t fit with the rest of his face, which was significantly angrier and grittier.

“Not a chance,” he answered. But his voice had lost the intimidating tone, and his expression had changed at some point without you noticing… he looked sort of calm, considering the situation, and you realized that he was examining your face.

“You know,” he said suddenly, “you’d be pretty if you weren’t so…” he trailed off.

“Mean?” you finished, having heard this sort of comment more than a few times.

“No, it’s not that. The mean thing is sorta hot,” he corrected casually as if it were nothing to say. You bit your lip and broke the eye contact, trying not to blush. It was a good thing you didn’t find him attractive- because of course you didn’t, him being this dirty brute and all- but still, it was uncomfortable.

“You’d be pretty,” he decided, “if you weren’t a Marine.”

You laughed and shook your head incredulously.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’d be pretty if you shaved that raccoon off your face,” you suggested, “and took a shower.”

You smiled as you left the room.

You delayed the mission briefing a day, to give you and the Captain more time to hopefully come to some decision, and you hoped it wouldn’t mean you and your unit had to stay at this camp even just one day longer. You met with your Marines privately, and they were sympathetic but seemed to be getting along with the other soldiers enough to sympathize with their unwillingness to cooperate. One soldier said he would only listen to you and not ‘Sy’ as they called him, but you told them to always listen to their commanding officer even if he’s a complete tool.

You were walking back to your quarters for the night when you passed by an open tent, a half-dozen Army boys inside playing cards.

“Hey Major, what size bra do you wear?” a soldier hollered at you, and the others snickered.

“I think they’re bigger than they look in that uniform,” another added. “Double ‘D’s, at least.”

You stopped and decided to address them, unable to let a comment like that go.

“Oh I’ve got double ‘D’s alright,” you smirked. “Dishonorable Discharge.”

“Aw, we’re just messing around,” the first dismissed with a frown. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“I can take a joke, but I can take your job, too. Maybe stay on my good side.” You winked, just to keep it playful, but you were really screwed either way. You’d tried playing along with jokes before and all it did was make you seem like some creep and/or slut who liked getting hit on (was this even what that was?) by subordinates. But getting stern didn’t seem to make you any friends, either. That’s why you were so comfortable with not having any friends.

“Your good side? You mean from the back?” one of them murmured, and you wondered if he was trying to be just loud enough for you to hear, or just quiet enough for you not to.

“Dude, she’s probably a dyke anyway,” Private Lipowitz responded.

“Am I supposed to find that insulting?” you asked him. He smirked, as did the others, as if it was obvious that you should, but nobody said anything. “Maybe I am a dyke. And maybe I could give your girl back home more pleasure in five minutes than you’ve given any woman in your whole life combined, eh Lipowitz?”

“You better not talk about my girl, Major,” he challenged, standing up and puffing up his chest. “I know you’re not supposed to hit chicks or anything, but seriously, I’ll take out anybody who talks about my girl.” You decided not to point out that you’re not supposed to hit your commanding officer, ‘chick’ or otherwise.

“Then you better start with your boys first,” you responded, motioning to a few of the other soldiers, “because word on the street is they found those saucy little pictures she sent you.”

Lipowitz turned to the other men with wide eyes, and suddenly you were the only one smiling. Enlisted seem to talk so much more and so much louder than they realize.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed, dashing to his pack, presumably searching for those photos. When he didn’t find them, he stood up and pushed Private Mason back by the shoulders.

“Where are those fucking pictures, dude?”

“I don’t have ‘em, I swear,” Mason defended, but all the other guys were laughing.

“Seriously, guys, whoever has them, just give them back!”

“You’re not going to want them back in the state they’re in,” another finally admitted, “trust me.”

They all burst into laughter as Lipowitz went on a rampage, yelling and kicking and threatening to beat up the other guys. You took the commotion as a good opportunity to sneak away mostly unnoticed and get back to your quarters for the night.

You weren’t there very long before you decided to spend some time in your temporary office instead. You had taken your hair out of the tight regulation bun, intending to change into pajamas and go to sleep, but you remembered some paperwork that needed to be done by tomorrow night and decided to make some progress on it, since the Captain got in the way of your productivity during the day.

Of course, you weren’t an hour into it when he knocked on your door, though you didn’t know it was him until you told him to come in without looking up from your files.

He entered but stopped and didn’t say anything.

“Can I help you?” you asked eventually.

“You look different with your hair down,” he observed, and you looked back at him with a confused expression.

“Yes, I’d figure so,” you replied.

“You sleep in your uniform?” he asked, noticing that you were still in your fatigues, though you’d shed the camo long sleeve and just had on the green undershirt.

“Do I look like I’m sleeping?” you asked incredulously, looking back to your papers. He snorted but didn’t say anything. "Besides, I don’t think you’re ever in uniform.“

"Not when I don’t have to be,” he shrugged. “I’m not sure why you wear it when you don’t have to.”

“I barely get taken seriously with it on, so it’s the least I can do,” you explained.

“About that…” he began, and you looked up in surprise. “I’m sorry they give you such a hard time.”

“Oh, I see,” you nodded, getting up from your chair to put some papers in your filing cabinet, “you talked to them and heard some of the awful shit they call me.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Well, you only have yourself to blame for that. You had plenty of chances to instill respect for authority but you decided it would be more fun, I suppose, to go rogue and turn everyone against me,” you bit back with sarcastic cheeriness.

“Shit, I’m actually trying to be nice to you, and you’re still impossible. You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he nearly yelled. You felt like the word ‘brat’ specifically targeted the fact that you were younger than him, which you didn’t appreciate at all- you would rather be judged on your merits, even if the judgment was poor, than be treated differently just because you were young.

“I’m in charge of you,” you corrected, “and you’re refusing to listen to me. So, if anything, you’re the brat.”

“What I would give to put you in your place right now,” he growled to himself.

“Oh, my place? And what place is that?”

“Bent over my desk and getting your brains fucked out,” he answered with a deep voice.

A lot of guys probably fantasized about rough sex (or worse) as a means of revenge against you for all those extra push-ups and boot camp humiliations– a few had even made comments about it, though most hadn’t realized you could hear them at the time. You’d learned quickly how to not let that stuff get to you. But this got to you… and not in the way you prepared for. Your face burned and your gut sank and your insides throbbed, as if out of nowhere.

“I figured you liked your women without brains,” you quipped in reply, trying not to show any signs of weakness.

He dashed to close the space between you, pressing you back against the wall. He was so big, and he smelled like sweat and beer and pine. You were surprised, and confused, but you didn’t worry that he would hurt you, for some reason.

“Seems I like my women with a mouth on ‘em, because every time you make some little comment like that, I swear I get harder than steel.”

He pushed his hips into you and yep, there it was. Your breaths began to stutter but you didn’t want him to see how much this affected you.

“Just wish you put that mouth to better use,” he added with a devilish grin.

“You’d better get back,” you threatened, without actually mentioning any potential consequences.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me,” he purred, and leaned down to speak against your ear. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? I can tell you’re getting turned on when we argue, too.”

“You’re confusing arousal with irritation, Captain.”

“Mmm, I like when you call me that. I assume the intention is condescending, cause you just have to remind me that you outrank me, but I like it anyway,” he presumed.

“It’s the proper way to address another soldier, nothing condescending about it. You know, I actually don’t have any problem with your rank. Or your branch. My problem is with your personality,” you corrected.

“That’s fair. I have a big personality,” he smirked, and pressed his erection harder against you… it felt pretty big but you couldn’t get a good impression through your fatigues.

“Well, that might explain your ego,” you murmured.

“Just tell me you don’t want it and I’ll leave you be, we’ll go back to bickering an’ shit,” he offered. “Just look at me,” he prompted, putting a finger under your chin and guiding you to look up at him, “and tell me you don’t want it.”

As you met his gaze, you let yourself really get a closer look than you had before. It had always been obvious that he was good-looking, but right now he looked oddly gentle considering the circumstances. The look in his eyes lacked the confidence you were expecting… as if he really didn’t know if you wanted him or not. As if he really wanted you to want him. As if he really wanted you. And it had been a long time since someone had looked at you like that.

“Fuck it,” you growled and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His beard rubbed against your face but it wasn’t as scratchy as you’d imagined- not that you had imagined this or anything.

He inhaled through his nose and stepped back, pulling you with him and putting a hand on your hair and the other on your hip.

“Looks like you’ll have to settle for bending me over my desk,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Not gonna bend you over anything yet,” he replied, putting his hands on your butt and lifting you up until you were straddling him in the air.

He walked with you wrapped around him until he could set you down on the desk, and his hands felt so damn big on the small of your waist.

He pulled back so he could pull your shirt over your head, and he took off his own while you slipped off your sports bra. You both took a moment to stare at each other’s toplessness, a silent acknowledgement that you’d both been wondering about the other’s body. You ran your hands up and down his chest, and he just looked at you while you did it with a difficult-to-read expression. Of course you were familiar with muscle, you saw shirtless soldiers all the time and they were all in great shape, but this guy was just enormous. His shoulders dwarfed you and with him so close you felt uncharacteristically small.

He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into another kiss, and this one was a bit gentler than the last. You felt giddy and nervous and so desperate for him; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, honestly.

His hands trailed down your back and you slid off the desk until you were standing. He spun you around and pushed you down between your shoulder blades until you were face down on the desk, the cold wood making your skin break out in goosebumps.

He reached around your hips to open your button and fly, pushing your pants and underwear down to your knees. You gasped a bit when you felt the air hit your skin.

“Oh shit, you’re wet already,” he noticed. “Really wet.”

His fingers slipped through your folds and you tried to spread your legs but the pants got in the way.

“Just fuck me,” you demanded.

“All you know how to do is give orders, huh?” he laughed.

“This might be my first order you actually follow,” you considered, hearing him unzip the fly of his jeans.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he explained, “it’s an all-male unit, after all.”

Internally, you wanted to point out that being in an all-male unit doesn’t stop plenty of soldiers from getting it on, and that he shouldn’t be hooking up with anyone in his unit regardless of gender, but you realized this was not the time for explaining rules.

“Don’t need them,” you replied, “as long as you promise you don’t have anything I can catch.”

“You’re being so reckless,” he teased as his hands ran along your back and grabbed your ass, “it’s so unlike you. What happened to that stubborn little rule-follower, hm?”

“She got really fucking horny,” you growled, “now get inside me, damn it.”

And without much warning, without any preparation, he slammed himself into you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out, much louder than you meant to. He was big, really fucking big, and your walls struggled to fit him. He didn’t slow down though, instantly setting a fast and brutal pace.

“Not so loud, sweetheart. Not that I don’t love you screamin’ for me. But if the other guys found out we were doing this…” he trailed off. “Actually, I bet I’d be the most popular officer at camp if they knew we were doin’ this.”

“You already are,” you pointed out, struggling to focus on forming sentences. “And we’d both get in a lot of trouble– ah, god– if anybody reported it.”

“You’re right. Better keep you quiet, then,” he sighed, leaning forward and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. Your moans became sputters and chokes yet you eagerly sucked on his fingers and took them all the way down your throat.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled. “If you’d deepthroated my fingers like that when we first met, I bet we’d have gotten along a lot better.”

That’s not really the way I do business, you wanted to respond, but you couldn’t say much when you were busy with the task at hand.

His fingers pulled out and you felt his hands wrap around your elbows. He grabbed your arms and held them back as he slammed into you so hard that the desk scraped across the floor with every movement.

“So tight,” he observed. “Bet no one’s done this to you in a long time. Bet what you always needed was a good fuck to loosen you up– literally.”

He landed a hard slap against your ass and you moaned.

“Oh, you like that? You like it when I hit you?”

“Yes,” you answered through bared teeth.

“Dirty little slut,” he said, but the way he said it sounded more like a compliment than an insult.

He spanked you again, just a bit harder, and you yelped but found yourself pushing your hips into him and arching your back as an invitation for more. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, pressing as deep inside you as was physically possible and grinding against you. You sobbed and he grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up until his chest was against your back.

“Anybody ever been this deep inside you before?” he asked, his lips right against your ear.

“No,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck down to your shoulder. You weren’t sure how to feel about him calling you ‘baby.’

He let go of your hair but kept you close to him by wrapping his arms around you as he started to thrust again. It was oddly intimate, and your head fell back onto his shoulder as you moaned and sighed and whimpered.

Calloused hands began to grab at your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples; you hadn’t realized how sensitive you were there, because it sent sensation shooting straight down to your inner walls.

“I’m close,” you gritted out.

“That was quick. You’re easy to please,” he replied, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Just don’t stop,” you pleaded. He pushed you back down onto the desk and began to pick up the pace.

“Oh, I won’t stop, I promise you that.” His voice sounded different than normal- deeper and scratchier and oddly weak in a way. You liked the idea that this had such an effect on him.

His thrusts slammed into you so hard and fast that you were sure you’d have bruises from it, and probably on your thighs where they were hitting the edge of the desk. For some reason, that thought was what sent you over the edge.

“Ca-captain!” you cried out as you came, and he growled a bit against your ear. You figured he thought you were calling him that as some sort of sexy nickname, a flash of authority, but it’s just the only thing you could think to call him, the only thing you’d ever really called him.

He, on the other hand, responded with your first name, even though you’d never gone by it and never even told it to him, mixed in with his grunts and moans as he pulled out and came all over your back.

It was strange to go from so much noise– skin hitting skin, moans and yelps, the desk screeching on the concrete floor– to just heavy breathing and the sound of the ceiling fan spinning above you. Or maybe it was you that was spinning; you felt sort of dizzy and numb.

He leaned away from you until you couldn’t feel his touch anywhere, and you heard him zip up his jeans. You awkwardly lifted yourself off the desk, pulling up your own underwear and pants as well, and looking around for something to wipe yourself off with.

“Did you come?” he asked, and you felt shame and fear and anger bubble up inside you. This had been a really, really bad idea, and both of you could lose your jobs over it, or worse. And he was such an asshole and you were supposed to be setting a good example for the women in your unit and here you were with some Army dumbass’ cum all over you and he didn’t even have the courtesy to make sure you’d finished before he did… what a joke.

“Oh, I came alright– came to my fucking senses. Get out of my office,” you barked.

He laughed like he saw all this coming.

“Your office? It’s my base. Everything here is mine. Even that jizz you’ve got on ya,” he grimaced. “Kickin’ me out before it’s even gone cold. You’re a real ray of sunshine as always, Major.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me Major,” you realized. “Let’s make that the only thing done tonight that we turn into a habit, alright?”

He shrugged and turned to leave, but of course, he had to have the last word. “You can fuck the ice queen but you can’t melt her, I guess.”

“Is that what this was? Some sort of sexual scavenger hunt, to prove you were macho enough to get the prude to spread her legs?”

“Well, it worked didn’t it?” he grinned.

“I said get out,” you reminded him, hoping he’d leave before you started crying. He did.

You didn’t cry very often, not something you had the luxury of doing after a decade at war. And you still didn’t let yourself do it for very long, because you were morally opposed to crying over boys.

#syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader #henry cavill x reader

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Onigiri (Bokuto x Akaashi)

Hello!!

Took a break from my regularly scheduled One Piece programming to write a quick fic for my best friend’s birthday.

Happy 27th, girl! It’s been about 12 years since I gifted you a fic so seems like it’s about time to circle back to it. (oh god, i’m on the same shit that i was when i was 15, someone HELP)

no warnings! slight angst, mostly FLUFF.

It had been 6 years since Bokuto had seen Akaashi last. After graduating Fukorodani together, the pair had gone their separate ways. Akaashi had stayed in Tokyo, working as a copy editor for a small manga company. It had always been Akaashi’s dream to write manga, so when the offer came in, despite how menial the job would likely be, he could not turn it down.

But Bokuto had asked him to. It was one of the last conversations that they had.

6 years prior

“Akaashi, c’mon, you can’t be serious,” Bokuto protested. “You’re going to work there? Going on coffee runs and fixing people’s punctuation?”

After practice was over, Akaashi and Bokuto walked home together, as was their evening ritual. They were practically neighbors, and it was tradition, particularly after practice, to get rice balls on their way home and eat as they walked. Although, there’d been a slight shift in their dynamic in the last few weeks. It was not as easy or casual as it once was. There was always this energy vibrating between the two of them that neither could exactly figure out. A few nights prior, Akaashi’s shoe had caught on a raised edge of the sidewalk, causing him to tumble forward. Bokuto, quick on his feet, had grabbed Akaashi’s arm to steady him, inadvertently pulling their bodies closer together. They didn’t understand why the flow of energy seemed to multiply with the contact. Or why either of them felt drawn in by it, hypnotized into closing the gap between them.

A car had sped by, the sound startling them both out of their delirium. Akaashi had mumbled a lame apology and the two hadn’t spoken about it since. That, of course, didn’t mean that they had not been replaying the scene in their minds almost constantly.

“It’s a step in the right direction, Bo,” Akaashi responded quietly, taking a bite of his food. Bokuto ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. He stopped mid-stride in the middle of the dimly lit sidewalk.

“A step in the right direction?” Bokuto questioned. “And what direction is that exactly? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you’re turning down the amazing opportunity that you have in front of you. Traveling around the world and playing volleyball with your best friend? Why would you pass that up?”

Akaashi fought the urge to yell. He gritted his teeth.. “It was a pity offer and you know it, Bokuto. That coach only offered it to me because he wanted you. I’d probably be on the bench all season.”

“I’d fucking kill them if they did that!” Bokuto yelled. “You’re way too good to bench! It totally wasn’t a pity offer. You’re amazing, Akaashi, and coach’ll see it soon too.”

Akaashi fell silent, looking away from Bokuto. “I’m not going. I don’t want to. I don’t give a shit what that coach thinks about me. Volleyball was never in the cards for me after high school. Not like it is for you, Bokuto.”

For the first time in their friendship, Bokuto didn’t have an immediate response. There were so many questions. So many things that Bokuto didn’t understand about the change between him and his best friend. There were so many things that he wanted to say.

I want you to come.

I want you to come travel and play volleyball.

I want you to come travel and play volleyball with me.

I want you to travel with me.

I want you with me.

Please don’t leave me all alone, Akaashi. I can’t do this without you.

I think I might love you.

But Bokuto said none of those things out loud. Confused, hurt and scared, the words Bokuto chose instead were, “Goddamn, Akaaashi, you’re such a self-centered prick, you know that? All you ever think about is yourself and what you want. I gave so much to this friendship over the years, and you won’t even consider it. Glad I wasted all this time.”

From the look on Akaashi’s face, Bokuto knew that his words had cut through Akaashi mercilessly. And despite the pang of guilt that Bokuto felt, he did not take the words back. In fact, he doubled down on them.

“You know what, you’re right. It is probably better that you stay behind. I can’t have all your negativity weighing me down all the time.” Bokuto finally concluded.

Akaashi could feel his heart drop deep into his gut, the aching sadness a satellite pain that crept into his limbs, to the very tips of his fingers and toes. Had he imagined something between them that night? Had Bokuto not felt the same pit of anticipation deep in his core? There were so many things that he wanted to say.

I want you to stay here.

I want you to stay here and play volleyball while I write manga.

I want you to stay here and get rice balls with me after your practice.

I want you to stay here with me.

I want you with me.

Please don’t leave me all alone, Bokuto. I can’t do this without you.

I think I might love you.

But Akaashi said none of those things out loud. Instead, Akaashi said “I don’t even know why I ever became friends with you. I wish I hadn’t.”

Bokuto could feel his heart wrench at Akaashi’s words. But he dare not cry, though he felt the moisture creeping up to the corners of his eyes and a tell-tale tightness within his chest. It was the worst thing that Akaashi could have said to him in that moment. The one thing that would rip Bokuto apart at the seams.

“I should be going now.” Bokuto finally said, as if the last sentence had not been spoken. “I leave on Friday for Europe. We’ll be training for a few months and then traveling over to the States.”

“Have a safe flight.” Akaashi replied simply. Bokuto nodded.

“Bye ‘Kaashi,” Bokuto said quietly.

Akaashi did not reply. And though there was no way that either of the boys could have known this, each of their parting thoughts that night were I think I might be losing the love of my life.

Present Day

It had been 6 years since they’d seen each other. But one day in early summer, as fate would have it, they would see each other again. This coffee shop was the one that Akaashi frequented when he needed a quiet place to sketch. Though he had all of his materials at the office, the constant badgering was not always conducive to creativity. It was also somewhat off the beaten path, which suited Akaashi, as his notoriety had risen with the publication of his now very popular original manga.

Akaashi also liked the coffee shop because it was situated in such a way that he could sit in the corner of the shop and see down both sides of the sidewalk, which made for excellent people watching. Sometimes, he’d sit for hours and sketch faces. Faces of the customers that came in or the people that sat at the bistro tables along the sidewalk. He’d capture their expression and movement, drawing them in his own style as practice and inspiration for his manga.

Pinching his brows together, Akaashi took off his glass before rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

“Akaashi?” A voice questioned from his right. He froze. He recognized that voice.

It can’t be. He slowly lifted his gaze, following the direction of the voice.

“Akaashi!” The voice said again, this time with conviction and excitement.

Akaashi’s eyes soon fell on the smiling face of Bokuto Kotarou. With a grin, Bokuto rushed over to where Akaashi was seated. Akaashi was in shock, his jaw agape as he took in the form of his best friend.

“B-Bokuto?” Akaashi managed, the name strangled in his throat. He hadn’t even spoken the name in years.

“Holy shit, it really is you ‘Kaashi!” Bokuto loud voice boomed in the small cafe, earning a few annoyed glances from the patrons and the little old lady who owned the shop. Akaashi looked over at her apologetically, and though she pursed her lips, she nodded quietly and went back to her work.

“Yeah, Bokuto, it is,” Akaashi replied as Bokuto closed the gap between them, allowing Akaashi to take in Bokuto’s full countenance. He’d gotten broader in the time that he’d been away, his shoulders, chest and arms all more filled out. This was all particularly noticeable as he was wearing an old Fukorodani t-shirt, which pulled more tightly over his torso than it had the last time Akaashi had seen him. Bokuto propped his elbows on the table casually as he sat, drawing Akaashi’s eyes to Bokuto’s muscled forearms. Akaashi felt himself flush a little, and withdrew his gaze with a subtle cough.

Bokuto’s smile was nearly blinding, and it made Akaashi’s heart do these tiny flips that almost made him nauseous. “What are you doing here, ‘Kaashi? Like what the hell are the chances?”

Akaashi managed to laugh a little. “What am I doing here? I live down the street. The better question is what are you doing here?”

“I’m back in town for a few weeks!” He replied. “The season just ended so I’m taking some down time before practices start back next month.”

A few weeks. Akaashi could kick himself for thinking that this was more long term.

“That’s great, Bokuto,” Akaashi said. “It’s crazy that we ran into each other like this. I...I never really expected to see you again.” He trailed off.

Bokuto’s smile faltered a bit. He rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to say.

After a few beats, Bokuto finally said, “I always hoped that we would, ‘Kaashi.”

Though Akaashi did his best to remain composed, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Six years had passed and yet, Akaashi’s body reacted exactly the same as it had the last time he’d seen Bokuto. He felt his palms sweaty, and his body was flushed with anticipation. He concentrated on slowing his breathing.

“Me too, Bo,” He finally used Bokuto’s old nickname, which warmed Bokuto to his very core. A few moments passed before either of them spoke again, Akaashi unable to meet Bokuto’s intense gaze. Bokuto never took his eyes off of Akaashi, though. He’d been away from Akaashi for too long already. He didn’t want to waste a second longer by being shy.

“Whoa,” Bokuto said after a second, and Akaashi looked up to find Bokuto looking down at the sketch that Akaashi was working on. “Is that what you’ve been working on?”

Akaashi flushed. No one usually saw his work in the early stages like this. “Uh, yeah...I just like to come here and sketch people that walk by. Good practice.”

“Is that how you came up with Toshiro?” Bokuto asked.

Akaashi was shocked to hear the name of his original character come out of Bokuto’s mouth. “What did you just say?”

Bokuto tilted his head, confused. “Uh, I asked if that’s how you came up with Toshiro? Why? Is that a weird question?”

“You read my manga?” Akaashi asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah,” Bokuto replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Kuroo sent me a copy when it first got published a few years ago, and I’ve been keeping up with it since.”

Akaashi didn’t know what to say. His manga was popular, sure, but only really here in Japan. There had been pretty much no international publications to speak of. Which meant that Bokuto would have had to special order each volume in order to be able to read it.

“I really like what you did with Toshiro in the last chapter,” Bokuto continued. “I feel like I know him, you know? He’s so relatable.”

Akaashi still didn’t respond, which Bokuto took notice of this time, and caused his concern to grow. “Please don’t be upset, Akaashi...I-I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” He backpedaled a bit.

Akaashi shook his head. “No, no, I’m not upset at all. I’m just shocked. That you cared enough to keep up with something like that. I know how busy you must be.”

Bokuto leaned forward, ever-so-slightly moving his chair closer to Akaashi’s. “Of course I care,” he said quietly. “Despite how we left things,” Bokuto paused and Akaashi winced a little as he brought up the painful memory. “I’ve been really proud of your accomplishments. I’m glad you made the choice to stay. I know now it was selfish of me to ask.”

Akaashi met Bokuto’s eyes. His expression was unreadable to probably anyone but Akaashi. There was authenticity, remorse, shame, and maybe just the slightest bit of hope all swirling around in the light brown, almost gold irises.

“Thank you for saying that, Bokuto,” Akaashi replied. “I haven’t forgiven myself for the things that I said that night. They were all completely uncalled for.” His voice was little more than a murmur.

Bokuto reached out his hand hesitantly, placing it with care on top of Akaashi’s. Akaashi let the pencil slip from his fingers with the contact. His breath hitched as a familiar energy pulsed through the point of contact.

A long moment passed before Bokuto spoke again. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

Akaashi’s heart was pounding so loudly that he could barely hear his own thoughts. He opened his mouth several times in an attempt to reply, but the words would not come out.

“Please tell me you do, Akaashi,” Bokuto prompted, a quiet desperation in his voice. “Because damn, I gotta tell you that I haven’t felt it with anyone other than you.”

Bokuto moved his hand slowly, deliberately, to entwine his fingers with Akaashi’s, looking to Akaashi for any objections as he did. There were none.

“Bokuto…” Akaashi took in a shuddering breath. “I-I do feel it.”

Every word was true. Akaashi had resigned himself to the reclusive lifestyle of an artist. Contented with being alone, Akaashi never even entertained the idea of living a life with someone else. Anytime he envisioned himself with someone, it was always one person. It was always Bokuto.

Bokuto’s eyes warmed at Akaashi’s words. He stood suddenly, pulling Akaashi’s hand with him. “C’mon,” He said, tugging playfully.

Akaashi stood, grabbing his sketch pad quickly and stashing it under his arm as Bokuto walked across the shop. Smiling sheepishly, Akaashi waved a goodbye to the coffee shop owner, who returned the smile politely.

Akaashi trailed behind Bokuto, trying to get a solid grip on his sketchpad and pencils without letting go of Bokuto’s hand. Bokuto looked ahead with determination, occasionally looking back at Akaashi with a grin.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, falling back into the old honorific without thought. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see!” Bokuto replied, laughing. The pair wound around familiar streets, landmarks from their past dotting the way. Though Bokuto did not say anything about it, Akaashi was all too intimate with each location, having spent many afternoons moping around after Bokuto had originally left. Akaashi tried not to think too much about it, as he followed Bokuto.

It was almost too much to process. All this time, Bokuto and Akaashi had been feeling the same mutual energy, the same mysterious vibration. Bokuto had come to the realization that he was attracted to men many years before Akaashi. In fact, Akaashi had convinced himself that he was not attracted to anyone, nor would he ever be. The fact remained that Bokuto was the sole person for whom he’d felt any attraction whatsoever. Bokuto had tried to rid Akaashi from his mind while he was abroad--had tried to date or have fun with other men, but his thoughts always drifted back to Akaashi’s brilliant blue eyes and soft, dark hair.

After another few moments of protest, Bokuto and Akaashi finally made their stop. Akaashi looked around, confused for a moment, before recognition dawned on him. The old convenience store they used to frequent after practice.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto pumped his fist in the air. “I’m amazing. I totally remembered where this place was! Remember, ‘Kaashi?” He looked over at Akaashi with wide, excited eyes.

“When we’d get the rice balls?” Bokuto insisted after Akaashi took too long to respond.

“Y-yeah, I remember, Bokuto,” Akaashi stammered.

“Well c’mon! Let’s go get some now,” Bokuto replied, tugging on Akaashi’s hand and getting some resistance.

“Bokuto,” Akaashi started, a feeling of sadness suddenly washing over him. He had been avoiding this place so long that Akaashi had forgotten it even existed, to be perfectly honest.

Bokuto’s smile faded a bit. He turned to face Akaashi fully, gently taking the sketchpad and pencil from Akaashi’s hand and placing it on the bench beside them. He took Akaashi’s now free hand into his own. “Akaashi,” He said.

Akaashi didn’t reply, waiting for Bokuto to continue. His heart pounded in his chest.

“I fucked up really bad back then,” Bokuto said, casting eyes down with shame. “I know that.”

Bokuto took a tiny step closer to Akaashi, his eyes still focused on their feet. “I can’t believe I said all those stupid things. You were my best friend and I completely destroyed that because I was immature and confused and scared. And I was too fucking proud to apologize, which makes me even more of a jackass.”

Bokuto’s voice was trembling as he spoke, and Akaashi took in a shaky breath. “I didn’t know then, but I know now. You are the most important person who has ever been in my life, Akaashi.”

Akaashi didn’t realize that he had stepped even closer to Bokuto, the space between them now only marginal. Akaashi could feel Bokuto’s uneven breathing across his cheek as Bokuto continued to look down. “And even though we were just kids, I should have known better than to push you away. I don’t want to do that anymore, ‘Kaashi.”

Bokuto finally managed to meet Akaashi’s eyes, and he was almost immediately disarmed by their affection. “I think I’m in love with you,” He concluded. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a very, very long time.”

Akaashi felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Bokuto was horrified, thinking he’d overstepped the line once again. He stepped away, extracting his hands from Akaashi’s and running them through his hair. “Oh my God, Akaashi, I’m so fucking sorry. I keep fucking this up over and over again…”

Akaashi started to try and speak, but knew that once Bokuto was on one of his rants, it was best to just let him be until he was done. Bokuto groaned, apologizing and rambling as he paced back and forth on the sidewalk.

After a few moments, Akaashi began to laugh, softly at first, but then to a loud cackle. He felt his body consumed by it, doubling over with how joyous he felt. Bokuto looked over with furrowed brows and even messier hair than usual.

“What the hell are you laughing at Akaashi?? I’ve been here baring my SOUL and you just start laughing at me?” Bokuto’s voice rose in volume with each word.

Akaashi laughed again and motioned for Bokuto quiet down, as the pair had started attracting the attention of curious passersby as well as the convenience store owner, who was peering at them through the glass window. “Bokuto-san, calm down,” He laughed.

“I AM CALM!” Bokuto yelled oxymoronically. They both paused for a moment before busting out in laughter together. The nostalgia and joy was so heady that they could almost taste it as well as the rice balls they’d come to consume so often. Soon, both men had collapsed onto the curb, leaning against each other for support.

“I am calm,” Akaashi mockingly imitated Bokuto between laughs, which made Bokuto pout but then laugh more.

The sun had started to set by the time they both composed themselves again.

“Bokuto,” Akaashi was the one to speak first this time, placing a hand on Bokuto’s cheek. Bokuto sighed happily and leaned into Akaashi’s palm, turning his face to place a gentle kiss in the center. Akaashi blushed and cleared his throat. “I think I’m in love with you too.” He smiled, relieved to hear the words out loud.

The grin on Bokuto’s face was blinding. He placed a hand behind Akaashi’s neck and pulled him in so that their foreheads were touching. Akaashi’s hand moved from Bokuto’s cheek to the back of his head, running his fingers gently through his hair.

“C’mere,” Bokuto mumbled before pulling Akaashi in for a kiss. Akaashi smiled into this kiss, feeling Bokuto do the same, as if they were both silently saying holy shit, this is really happening.

Akaashi and Bokuto felt the energy that had always thrummed between them explode into something much more intense. They were drawn to each other again and again, each moment in their lives, each decision ultimately bringing them both to this place, this second. Neither wanted to part, but Akaashi was the first to pull away with panting breath. They needed to take this slow, he knew, and Bokuto was always the first to rush into anything. Akaashi would have to push the brakes for now.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, pulling back far enough to look into Bokuto’s eyes. “We have time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Bokuto placed a hand on Akaashi’s cheek, rubbing his thumb gently over Akaashi’s bottom lip. “You’re right,” He agreed, smiling again. “For now,” He began to stand up, holding out his hand for Akaashi to take. “Let’s start with some rice balls.”

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