i really hope max sees this

I went to see a talk by Colin Gibson, the production designer of Mad Max: Fury Road, and one of the most mind-blowing tidbits I learned was that when the Green Place turned sour, the matriarchal Vuvalini took their girls and fled, but they left all the boys behind. Those boys, left to die in the poisoned bog, became the Crow People we see walking on stilts:

Gibson also said they chose white paint for Immortan Joe’s war boys because (and I quote) “fat white bastards killed the world.” The Vuvalini were conceived as the opposite extreme to this, the opposite of the “fat white bastards” - but their way and their culture is still a dead end, and their callous disregard for male children is no better than Joe’s callous disregard for female children.

This makes the ending of the film, where the wives and Furiosa take the Citadel in order to build a new society, even more important. Neither Immortan Joe nor the Vuvalini had the correct ideology, but the wives and Furiosa do. Thanks to their long journey in the Wasteland, they are placed in a position to fashion and rule a more idealised, peaceful society, one based on equality across race, class and gender.

Dag, the pregnant pacifist, took the seeds from the older, violent generation so she could build a new, peaceful one. Capable showed empathy and kindness towards Nux even though she had been abused by men her whole life, and will surely show the same empathy to the war boys and war pups left behind. Toast the Knowing, observant and intelligent and ready to lead, took the wheel from the dead tyrant at the end and eagerly helped raise up the oppressed classes at the Citadel. Cheedo the Fragile turned her fragility into her greatest strength, proving that gentleness is not weakness in this barbaric world.

Furiosa forged a relationship of complete respect and equality with Max that helped her overcome the trauma she suffered at the hands of men. She achieves catharsis by killing Joe and loving Max and the wives, emerging from it all ready to begin again, ready to leave the past behind and step into the future.

We see many different tribes and cultures in this film and are presented with many different methods for survival, but only one that is really worth fighting for. The love, trust, respect and equality that exists between a ragged band of strangers in a War Rig thus becomes the prototype for the new society that will rise from the ashes when the Citadel falls.

I love this picture still, and seeing it made me really miss seeing them all together. Knowing neither of them will be at vidcon, unless Ian and Max decide to go last minute makes me a little upset.
I totally understand they are all very busy people though, especially Joji. It just makes me wonder when we will see them together again. Like all three of them, not just Ian and Max. It just isn’t the Cancer Crew without George y'know.
All in all though I’m really proud of these boys for doing what they love, and especially Joji for doing so much this year so far! I just hope they can find some time to get together again

My thoughts on Kalagang

I’ll admit, when I first heard about this plot-line of Sense8, about Kala being arranged to marry an Indian man but not wanting and falling in love with a white guy, I was very skeptical. I thought it would be some White Saviour narrative that would portray Desi men in a negative light and Desi women as needing to be ‘rescued’ by white men. But after watching, I am glad to see that I was wrong.

Most white saviour stories would feature a woman of colour who would be portrayed as ‘exotic’, demure, subservient, and unusually attracted to a white man whom she’ll become extremely devoted to, despite him not having done anything worth such attention or love. These stories include the operas Lakmé and Madama Butterfly, the musical Miss Saigon, and films such as Disney’s Pocahontas and the 1960 film The World of Suzie Wong. And even more, the woman of colour would usually become so helpless without the white man to save her, that when he whisks her in his arms, she’d gladly give up everything to be with him: her language, her culture, her family, etc. Even more, men of colour would be demonized in order to make her have no other choice but to run into the white man’s arms. It’s basically a way for them to project their sexual fantasies about women of colour since the days of European imperialism and colonialism.

Kala and Wolfgang, however, couldn’t be more different from the above narrative.

First of all, Rajan, Kala’s fiancé, is a good man. He genuinely cares about her and wants her to be happy. And while Kala does feel confused about the wedding, she does not feel ‘trapped’ or in need of rescue. In fact, Rajan even asks Kala if she wants to end the marriage when he sees that she’s not happy. And in no way is Kala ever ‘rescued’ from anyone, and she is definitely not a submissive person. She’s an emotionally strong person and she’s capable of taking care of herself. Kala is not subservient or portrayed as ‘exotic’, she’s human. The creators also handled the marriage situation in quite a sensitive way, showing that Rajan is a sweet man who truly cares about Kala, but her main conflict stems from the fact that she does not love him. And throughout the series, she can hold her own and is very resilient, yet a caring and gentle girl who wants to make her family proud.

Also, Kala does not give up her culture or her language at all. She’s still very much in touch with her religion and her devotion to Ganesha, which are treated respectfully. She is never portrayed as needing to be ‘saved from her barbaric culture’ or however those White Saviour narratives go. It’s actually her father-in-law who is skeptical about Hindu traditions and wishes to get rid of them, yet even so, he’s never demonized.

Now, let’s talk about Wolfgang. First of all, I am so glad that he’s not a White Saviour. Typically, these kinds of characters would have the following characteristics: learning the ways of the native people, becoming superior to them, and also find love with a woman of colour, who will still passionately love him even after he is involved with the death of a member of her family. They’re also typically cocky and dominant over the woman of colour, who all but sacrifices her entire life to be with him. 

Wolfgang, however, does not have any of these characteristics. He’s a troubled individual who needs a lot of help, and Kala’s gentle nature gives him the emotional support that he needs. However, he does not see Kala as someone to be ‘rescued’. Rather, he thinks that she should stay away from him because he is dangerous. He listens to her and treats her as an equal, and he does genuinely care about her as well. Wolfgang also listens to her talk about her culture and heritage, not to humour her, but with a genuine interest and respect in the hopes of understanding her. In fact, as I mentioned earlier, Kala actually comes across as more emotionally strong than Wolfgang. Most White Saviour narratives portray the people of colour as irrational, angry, and overly-emotional while the white people are shown as logical and smarter. Yet Kala is quite an emotionally strong character, in contrast to Wolfgang, who has issues with his anger and is constantly at war with his own inner demons of the past. Yet Kala is like a light in his life, as she cares about him and helps him out by giving him the emotional strength and support that he desperately needs.

Not to mention, their interactions are always cute and sweet to watch. Tina Desai and Max Riemelt have quite the undeniable chemistry together, and they portray their characters so excellently throughout the show. Kala and Wolfgang has quite possibly become my top OTP, and I really hope to see more of their relationship in season 2.

Big Rumors

4chan has been causing some noise with big rumors of big changes coming to DC. I’ve decided to take a look at what they’re saying and share my opinion.

1)      Dark Days is the mysterious “Metal” event Scott Snyder has been teasing he’ll do with Greg Capulo. It will bring characters from alternate Universes to Prime DC Earth, some of which will try to take it over. Some of them will stick around after the event and be featured in books from September, when every title will get a one-shot setting up new status quo after one year time skip. – Pretty standard, I could buy this one.

2)      One of the characters that stick around will be Superboy Prime, whom Clark will try to redeem on the pages of Superman. – Risky move since it’s Prime but I could totally see Superman try to redeem him.

3)      We will see the return of JSA with Power Girl, Jay Garrick, Red Tornado, Alan Scott and Johnny Thunder, in a new book by Dan Abnett – Will those be Earth-2 characters back to the Prime Earth or Pre-Flashpoint versions?

4)      Another character from another Universe to stick around will be Mar’I Grayson, daughter of Dick and Kory. Nightwing will have to search for her in his own book. – I could see it. If this and 14 will be true, I want them to cross over.

5)      Another will be Bart Allen, who will be featured as Impulse alongside Jesse Quick, Max Mercury and older Wally West in Speed Force by Brett Booth and writing and art – Hell yes Bart is back. And since people wanted a team of speedsters – yeah, I can see this too.

6)      Red Robin will escape from Mr. Oz’ captivity and free several other inmates, leading them as the new Outsiders – They kept Tim quite a bit away, he really could return. Hope Conner and few other forgotten characters will be on this team.

7)      Cyborg will be canceled but replaced with a team-up book (mini?) between him and Shazam, by John Semper. Hal Jordan and Green Lantern Corps will be relaunched as Green Lantern Corps with Hal still leading, but Kyle dying in Dark Days and John and Soranik going to Cullen Bunn’s to Yellow Lanterns.  Don’t worry, Green Lanterns will still be going and keep its creative team, but will go monthly. – Don’t know about the others but I could see Green Lanterns turning monthly. I’ll be mad if they’ll kill Kyle.

8)      Other canceled titles are Superwoman and Blue Beetle with Jaime joining Teen Titans. Red Hood and the Outlaws as well, with Artemis and Bizarro returning to Wonder Woman and Action Comics and Jason getting a solo series by Lobdell. – Totally could see Blue Beetle canceled and Jaime joining Teen Titans and we already have rumors about Superwoman ending. But I thought people liked new Outlaws.

9)      Due to poor sales both Batgirl and Batgirl & the Birds of Prey will be canceled, Barbara will make heroic sacrifice putting her back into a wheelchair. The books will be relaunched as Birds of Prey, where Oracle, Huntress and Black Canary are joined by Lady Blackhawk and Batgirls by Genevieve Valentine, where Barbara trains Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown as her successors. – And this one I cannot buy. DC was so adamant to keep Barbara as Batgirl I find it now hard to believe they would give in and make her Oracle again. And Babs training Steph and Cass written by Genevieve Valentine sounds too good to be true.

10)   Which of course means Cass is leaving Detective Comics. So is Clayface and the post-Dark Days roster will keep Batman, Batwoman, Batwing, and Azrael and add Duke Thomas, Harper Row and Anarky. – Happy to see Luke and Duke in one team since I wanted that and Harper and Kate could result in them showing up on another ball in tuxedos to pick up ladies, so I both could see this happen and would welcome them as additions to the team.

11)   Other new books announced are Legion by James Tynion, Checkmate by Tom King and World’s Fines by Tim Seeley, where every issue features a team-up between different members of Batfamily and Superfamily. – Team up book? Please let it be real, I always liked those.

12)   Batman leading the JLA will be revealed to be Martian Manhunter in disguise. – For what purpose?

13)   More miniseries including 12-parts mini about Crime Syndicate of Earth 3, Justice Incarnate by Peter Thomasi and a completely new Batman Beyond starring Damian who grew up without knowing Bruce and a GCPD cop Sarah Grayson, Dick’s daughter, as his love interest. – Does that mean current Batman Beyond will be canceled?

14)   Slade Wilson will go missing with Rose taking the codename Deathstroke as she tries to find him. – Okay, on the one hand, Deathstroke editor recently teased a bold new direction (still by Priest) but on the other, it was something I once cooked up and proposed on this blog, even got in an argument whenever it would be a good decision with @rosewilsontheravager . It could be something they put for people like me to go nuts….

Flee (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I really liked this idea and I didn’t have any requests at the time so I decided to write it and I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I hope you like this as much as I do 😝
Warnings: fluff to the max, mentions of abuse, sexual assault, name calling
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader escaped her kidnapper and comes to a strangers door looking for help
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: part 2 of…
Cold, harsh air stung your throat as you sprinted down a poorly lit street.
You constantly looked behind you to see if he was following you.
The sick man had you kept for 3 days and when he came to give you your daily beating, you used a metal pole to strike him in the head as you escaped.
You saw a familiar apartment complex and quickly ran up the stairs.
Your friend lived here, her name was Holland but you can’t remember what floor or number her room was so you pounded on a random door.
“Please open! I need help!” You yelled looking behind you.
It’s become second nature.
“Get the hell away!” You heard a raspy voice say.
You had no clue what time it was but you knew it was very early in the morning.
You looked for streams of light under doors, but there weren’t any.
You ran up another flight of stairs.
“Holland! Please tell me where you are! I need you I need help.” You yelled looking for any sign of a familiar number.
You pounded on doors, feeling sorry for waking anyone but no one answered, just yelled or kept quiet.
You started sobbing, knocking on the last door before you gave up.
You slouched down to the right of the door as you hugged your knees.
The beating, the yelling, the… assault, it all started flooding your mind again.
You cried and cried until the door you sat underneath opened and you saw a tall, young man with messy hair stand above you.
“Hey are you okay?” He asked noticing your stained cheeks as you sat at his door.
“Please I need your help. Do you know where Holland lives? Holland Reeves? She lives in this apartment complex and I need help.” You cried as he grabbed your forearms gently.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know a Holland. You don’t look okay, do you…” he paused and his eyes widened.
“Are you… are you Y/N L/N?” He asked.
You looked up into his eyes for the first time.
They were so warm and welcoming.
You softly nodded, confused on how he knew your name.
“Hi um… my name is Spencer Reid. I work for the FBI and we… are actually working on your case. Oh my god… how did you escape?” He asked. “Wait… come in. Your freezing… I won’t hurt you. I’ll show you my credentials.” He said pulling you into his warm apartment.
You felt thousands of pounds lift off of your shoulders as he led you to his couch.
“I promise I won’t hurt you. Here look. I’m with the FBI.” He said handing you the black leather pocketbook.
You didn’t need proof that he was a good man, and he was very cautious around you, making sure your comfortable and unalarmed.
You nodded and handed it back to him.
He set it on the side table and kneeled next to you.
“Can I see your arm?” He asked holding his hand out.
You lifted your arm and he took it in his hand before examining it.
“Have you been punctured or injected with anything?” He asked gently setting your arm down.
You shook your head and he looked at your other arm.
His eyes trailed up to your face, where he observed your black eye and bloody face.
“You poor thing.” He whispered brushing hair out of your face, examining the open cut on your forehead.
“Can you tell me what he did to you?” He asked sitting next to you.
“He beat me, called me names like slut, bitch, starved me.” You said, the memories coming back as you named them.
“Did… did he sexually assault you?” He asked quietly.
You looked into his eyes and bit your lip before nodding as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry. No one deserves that.” He said rubbing your back.
You turned into his shoulder and started sobbing.
He awkwardly hugged you, placing a hand on your head and one around your back, being careful to keep his hands high enough.
“Do you want to take a warm shower? I can give you a change of clothes. They might be big but it’s better than this.” He said rubbing your bare shoulder that was only covered by a tank top strap.
You nodded and smiled for the first time in days.
“Okay follow me.” He said standing up and waiting for you as you took your time to stand up due to the pain.
He slowly walked you to his bathroom where he started the water.
“Is this okay?” He said after letting the water run.
You put your hand underneath it, de-thawing your cold hand.
“Yes that’s perfect.” You said.
“Ok good. I’m going to grab you a towel and clothes. I’ll be right back.” He said leaving before shortly returning.
He set the items down on top of the toilet.
“If you need me, I won’t be far. Just call my name, I’ll hear you.” He said before closing the door.
You slowly dropped your clothes to the floor before stepping inside the warm shower.
Goosebumps raised on your skin as the warm water cascaded over your sore body.
You saw the water tint pink as blood washed from your face.
You washed your hair with coconut scented shampoo and washed your body with a somewhat manly soap that smelt super good.
You turned off the water and got dried off fairly quickly, eager to sit down again.
You put on the soft button up shirt and sweatpants that Spencer provided you.
He was right, the clothes were huge, but so comfortable.
You carefully opened the door and Spencer immediately came around the corner.
“How are you feeling?” He asked inconspicuously observing you in his clothes.
“Much better thank you so much. I would probably be dead if it weren’t for you.” You said with a small smile.
“Of course. Do you like chicken noodle soup? I made some and I figured you were hungry.” He said awkwardly standing in front of you.
You nodded quickly and he led you to his couch again while he retrieved a bowl with steam pouring out of it.
He sat next to you and spooned a little out before blowing on it.
You were about to take the bowl from him but he shallowly pulled it away before looking into your eyes with sympathy before putting the spoon of warm soup in your mouth.
“Mmm.” You said as you swallowed the warm broth.
He smiled and spooned out more, this time with noodles and chicken.
“You know chicken noodle soup is the most recommended thing to eat when people are healing because it’s packed with nutrients. You get protein from the chicken, carbohydrates from the noodles and lots of vitamins from the broth.” He said before feeding more heavenly soup to you.
You nodded, not knowing what to say after his little rant.
“I know your capable of feeding yourself but I figured you were sore and preferred if I did instead.” He said as he continued feeding you.
“Thank you and sorry for waking you. You looked like I broke you from a peaceful sleep.” You said recalling his messy hair.
“What makes you say that?” He asked curiously.
“Oh um… your hair I guess.” You said as heat rose to your cheeks.
“Oh heh my hair is always like that. Awake or asleep. I wasn’t asleep so don’t worry. You actually gave me something to do rather than reread a book.” He said with a small smile.
“What are you doing up so late?” You asked taking more notice of his apartment.
The dark green walls, one filled with a bookcase.
“It wasn’t so late. It’s only midnight now.” He said looking at the clock.
It’s a lot earlier than you thought.
“Do you read a lot?” You asked pointing to his bookcase.
“I do yes. I’ve read them all.” He said as you took more soup on your mouth, almost spitting it out.
“All of them?”
“Well I have an eidetic memory and I can read 20,000 words per minute so it doesn’t take me that long.” He said with another beautiful smile.
“Wow.” You muttered under your breathe as you took the last bite of soup.
“Are you still hungry? I can make you more.” He said standing up.
“No I’m full. Thank you though.” You said hugging your knees as you sat on his couch.
“Are you allergic to anything? Can I give you ibuprofen, if you want it.” He said kindly.
“Ibuprofen would be great.” You said yawning.
You trusted him and you knew he wouldn’t give you any drugs or something weird like that.
He brought you two little tablets and a tall glass of water.
You took the pills and drank the full glass of water.
“Is there anything else you need besides sleep?” He asked.
“No but I need to thank you again. Thank you for saving my life and taking care of me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.” You said standing up.
“No need. It was my choice, not a favor. It was my pleasure keeping you here. Believe me it takes a lot of stress away knowing your alive.” He said.
You felt tears fill your eyes as you heard his sincere words.
You lunged towards him and gave him a big hug.
He had no clue what to do but eventually, he wrapped his arms around you as well.
“Thank you so much.” You said into his chest.
“No problem. Um I can take the couch and you can have my bed.” He said leading you to his bedroom.
He turned on the light, revealing his big cozy bed that had at least 6 blankets on it.
You slowly crawled on top of it and pulled the blankets from beneath you.
“The heater breaks a lot so I have lots of blankets in case it gets cold.” He said lifting them for you to get underneath.
Once you did, he laid them on top of you and you swear you haven’t felt anything softer.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything okay?” He said.
You kept quiet, hesitating to ask for something.
“You do need something. I’ll get it for you, anything you need.” He said reading your face like the pages he was reading earlier.
“I’m okay. Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
He squinted his eyes at you. “Are you sure? Last call, just say the words.”
You looked at the lamp and then to the blankets that were covering your body.
“You.” You quietly said.
“M-me?” He asked, reassuring that’s what you said.
“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” You said looking up at him with a smile.
“Well… I don’t know where else I would sleep. I’ll take the floor if you want me in here.”
“I want you to sleep in bed next to me dummy.” You said laughing.
His face lit up with realization.
“Oh… are you sure?” He asked.
He nodded and said “okay” before turning off the light and walking to the other side of the bed.
You felt the bed dip next to you and you turned to face him.
You both looked each other in the eyes in the dim moonlight.
“Thank you again.” You said with a smile.
“No problem.” He whispered.
You turned back around, facing your back to him.
A little later, you were almost asleep but you heard Spencer whisper something.
“Hm?” You mumbled.
“Can… can I hug you?” He quietly asked.
You smiled and nodded before feeling his gentle arms wrap around you.
Your back rested on his chest and you felt his hot breathe on the back of your neck as he traced circles on your wrists.
You eventually fell asleep to his gentle touch and shallow breathes.


I’d like to note that this will probably be my last Pricefield artwork, unless somebody commissions me more. You can find the info on my front page, or just go here: http://artkitt-creations.tumblr.com/Commission%20FAQ I’m open!

Max and Chloe in soft fluffy embraces. Took me a while for this but I hope it’s nice. You can probably guess by now that my favorite colors are puple and bright blue.

Submitted by @artkitt-creations

What?? Nooooooo. I really love that picture and I want to see more :(. They look so happy.

Favorite Things-chapter 1

(Max- The Resident)

Favorite Things Masterlist

Summary- Max has a new tenant. Can he win over his new resident without her discovering his secret?

Author’s Note- We’re gonna go ahead and pretend that Juliet doesn’t exist, which is pretty much my head cannon anyways. I love Max. I don’t care if I shouldn’t. Lol. This will eventually be a multi chapter story. Probably not very long and will get eventually really smutty and explicit. I’ve had this idea running through my brain for a long time…this prompt finally gave me the push to start. Lol. Prompt is Red Velvet from Jeffrey Dean Morgan Rarechar Content Event. This chapter is just creepy stalker fluffiness.

Word Count- 1688

Tag List- Let me know if you want on or off! @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @ladylorelitany @melodicdolls @ninjacuddlepile @neganscatleesi @thatwriterizzy @jeffreydeanmorganrarechar

Tag List is only people who specifically requested to be tagged in everything I write or people who said anyone can tag them in anything. Lol. If you are on my Sunny Days tag list and want to be on my “everything tag list” just let me know!

Originally posted by jeffrey-daddy-morgan

Max had first seen her in a coffee shop down the way. She sat next to the window with her laptop and latte. She looked so serene as she watched people walk by with her brown eyes. Every few minutes she would smile to herself and her fingers would tap furiously against her keyboard. Occasionally, she’d pause and twirl a curl of her caramel locks or nibble on her plump rosy lip. She never looked at him. Why would she?

He came back the next day and every day after that. She was always there. She quickly became the highlight of his day. He watched her for 2 weeks. She was always happy and polite to those around her. He wondered who she was and what she did. He wanted to get closer. Smell her perfume. Brush up against her skin.

He didn’t work up the courage to speak with her until he saw her frowning at her screen one day. He walked by and saw that she was scrolling through a real estate site. Maybe this was fate. She was supposed to come into his life for a reason. To give his life reason.

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The Amazing Adventures of Max

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Tom Holland:

Gifs not mine.

A/N: An original piece, hope you guys enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed “Lady In Red.”

“Dear Spider-Man, you’re my favorite superhero in the whole comic book universe! I’m writing this letter because I’m really sick and even though I know you are busy saving the world it would be supercool if you came to see me, I’m Max Philip Kyle… I’m 8 years old and I have leukemia the doctors told my god mother that I won’t be able to make it to my 9th birthday which is 2 months from today and I know she’s scared and worried about me… she told me that writing a letter to you didn’t sound silly, she always believes in me, she’s been like a mother to me since I was 2 and I love her so much, I don’t want to leave her alone in this world , so Spider-Man do you think you could protect her when I’m gone cause that would make me so happy… I love her so much and she needs someone to save her from the mean world… I know you’re busy, but she told me it wouldn’t hurt to try… well thank you for reading this Spider-Man. Love your biggest fan Max.
P.S if you could bring the rest of the avengers and Loki that would be awesome!” Tom read out to the cast of the avengers, sad faces and tears were seen throughout the whole room “We’ve got to go, at least for one day.” Tom said folding the paper and putting it in his back pocket, when he looked up everyone was gone , grabbing their suits and props handing Tom his Spider-Man suit. 

Tom punched in the address of the hospital where the letter was sent from “We’re looking for a young kid named Max Kyle , what room is he in?” Tom said looking at the nurse through his costume not wanting to waste any time “Third floor, 307. He’s in a private room, women with him really loves him.” The nurse said looking over the people in the Avengers costumes, but they didn’t want time to chat they all rushed for the third floor and once they reached his room they noticed the quiet dead air, when they walked in slowly they saw a little boy flipping through the mute channels in the arms of a woman who was fast asleep once Max had saw them he slowly sprung him from the bed into a sitting position “NO WAY!” He yelled causing the woman to jolt up holding him tightly but she let out a sigh of relief when she knew he wasn’t in any pain “Spider-Man, Iron Man, Captain America, Winter Solider, Falcon, Hawkeye, Vision, Scarlet Witch, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, & LOKI! This is so awesome!” Max said smiling so hard he couldn’t believe his eyes “Hey buddy I got your note and I read it with all my friends, we all knew we had to meet a super kid like you. So is this your god mother that you love so much?” Tom said in his American accent trying not to break character, when he looked over to you he noticed how truly beautiful you had long(short) (Y/H/C) hair and beautiful big eyes his mouth was slightly open “Yeah, this is my god mother (Y/N), and this is Peter Parker or better known as Spider-Man.” Max said introducing them, (Y/N) smiled at the boy moving his face back from his forehead planting a kiss on it “Well I’m glad you received his letter and brought your friends with you Spider-Man.” She said smiling looking at the entire cast in front of her “I hope you brought a change of clothes.” (Y/N) said smiling looking at the cast nod. “Well, you can change, it’s hot in the hospital all the time.” Max said happily he was so excited but he felt his body start to collapse under him, but you noticed a change in mood you grabbed his softly laying him down on the bed grabbing his pills and water from the bedside table you kissed him getting up from the bed grabbing the control to put it in a seating position so he would have to balance himself up and hurt him, Max not only had leukemia but his bones were always weaker than other kids his age but regardless of that he always tried to do physical things in a safe measure of time thanks to you always supporting him and believing he could do anything. 

You loved him so much “Can you believe it ? They came!” Max said looking over at the new unmasked and regular dressed avengers but the shine in his eye never left “So tell us about you Max, you know all about us , and that’s an unfair advantage.” Tom said still in the American accent “Well… I love marvel , because of my godmother , she is obsessed with marvel and has been she since was a kid. So one day I saw her watching Civil war and I wanted to see it but she told me I had to watch other movies so we watched Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Age of Ultron and then Civil war. She was right, but you’re my favorite superhero! I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was 6 years old, umm my mom and dad are always too busy for me. 

The day I got sick in school and threw up they called my parents and they told the school that I would be fine, even though the school said I was puking blood. I mean I wasn’t but anything to get their attention which didn’t work, they then called (Y/N) and on the first ring she picked up and left her job to rush me to the hospital. She was in the middle of an important meeting to get job and they told her if she had left she would be fired, she didn’t even think about it she left and rushed to get me. I love to read especially comic books, (Y/N) gets them for me all the time, and I LOVE food.” Max said with sad eyes but a warm smile. (Y/N) wrapped her arm around him pulling him closer to her “Have your parents come to see you?” Robert asked quietly, that was the exact moment Max broke down in tears shaking his head rapidly causing (Y/N) to wrap her arms around “No but it’s okay because he has me, and now you’re all here for him. Right Maxie?” (Y/N) said looking down at Max who wiped his tears and smiled “Well Max, I think you’re one tough kid, and I would be honored if you would become my sidekick I need a strong kid by my side.” Tom said taking out a Spider-Boy suit and with that he say the boys eyes light up like the Fourth of July “YES!” Max said loudly, Tom handed him the suit smiling along with Max “I hate to interrupt but I need to exam Max & visiting hours are over as well…” Dr. Jensen said gripping his clipboard slightly. 

The Avengers cast nodded, (Y/N) looked at Dr. Jensen who was also motioning for you to exit now this made you worry but you’d learned better then to argue with the Doctor considering they we’re allowing you to stay in the hospital you kissed Max’s forehead before you left. You leaned against the door taking deep breaths “He’s a good kid, he’s really lucky he has someone like you.” Tom said in his regular accent scaring you causing you to jump in fear nearly slipping but Tom caught your hands pulling you up “You’re WAY stronger then you look, has anyone ever told you that?” You asked looking at him in shook because of how close your faces were “Yeah but not someone as beautiful and amazing as you (Y/N).” He said his breath hitting your face his every word caressing your cheek “I’m not all that special, I just think he deserves a better life than the one he has right now, thank you for coming he was so happy writing that letter but he knew you wouldn’t come and then you change his mind and pop out.” You said hugging Tom tightly, he wraps his arm around your waist and this hug is more than just a hug, it’s supporting and acceptance. 

“SPIDER-MAN & (Y/N) ARE YOU GUYS DATING?!” Max yelled with such a happy smile on his face as he rolled out of his room , you were shocked and before you could say anything “Yes, it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday!” Tom said in his American accent hiding you in his chest laughing “Play along.” Tom whispered and you nodded “Yeah I was just going to ask the doctor if you could go home for one day and watch movies and eat my cooking.” You said looking at Dr. Jensen who nodded slowly “Yes , can all the avengers come?” Max said wheeling his way to hold Toms hand, Tom looked down at him “It’s a date ! ” he said smiling all the avengers laughing and nodding behind him.

 Oh boy this was a night Max won’t forget you thought to yourself as you all started to walk out of the hospital and on your way to your house.

Chapter 91 Thoughts

Last chapter: Titled, “The other side of the wall,” ends with a young soldier with titan powers pointing beyond the ocean, wondering about the enemy that lies ahead, questioning if freedom is even possible with so much despair on the horizon

This chapter: Titled, “The other side of the ocean,” focuses on those enemies there in the middle of a battle, opening up with a young warrior who is a candidate for the titan powers. There’s even some symbolism thrown in with said boy futilely reaching towards a bird in the sky, warning it to fly away with its wings (of freedom).

OK, so the symbolism is far from subtle, but it’s a nice touch. 

Really, aside from laying out some plot points, most of this chapter may as well function as a way to make the reader sympathize with the Eldians on the Marleyan side. Get everyone so immersed and sympathetic with these new characters, that when the inevitable clash between the Survey Corps and these guys happens, we’ll be conflicted rather than outright cheering for one side.

That’s the intention, but can the execution really deliver?

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Part Two, Chapter Seven; In the Days Between - Part Three

This chapter explores Julia’s life in the future. Julia (aka Faith) has been separated from Claire in their journey thru the stones and arrives in 2007. A nurse at the hospital she is rushed to quickly takes responsibility for her, accepting her as her own child. Part Three finds us about seven after Julia arrives in the future.

You can find links to previous chapters here.

July 1st, 2014; Between the Campbell-Murray residence and Logan International Airport, Boston Massachusetts
Julia, almost nine years old.

“Can I sit by the window?” I begged, bouncing in my seat. Max groaned beside me and I elbowed him. He poked me in the side, but I knew he didn’t really care who sat where.

Mom looked at me in the rear-view mirror and smiled, “It doesn’t matter to me, you and Max figure it out.”

We were finally leaving for Scotland!

Granny had left a couple weeks ago and we’d meet her there. The last time we went back to Scotland was right after mom and Luke got married, which was two whole years ago. I missed my cousins and aunts and uncles who lived there and could hardly wait to see them all.

My little sister had never been there before, this was her first trip. I wasn’t really sure how she’d do on the long plane ride. It seemed like all she did was eat, sleep, and cry. Oh, and poop. So many dirty diapers. I hoped mom packed enough.

I slipped an earbud in and turned up my iPod. Max looked at the screen, rolling his eyes. “How many times are you going to listen to that?”

“A bajillion!” I declared, sticking out my tongue at him for good measure.

He tipped his head back and began to sing along at the top of his lungs, “Let it goooooooo, let it go! Can’t hold it back any moooooooore!”

“Moooom!” I complained as I shoved Max, making him bump into Fiona’s car seat which made her cry.

“Hey!” Luke called out from the driver seat. “Dull roar back there, you’re making the natives restless.”

This made mom laugh, he could always make mom laugh.

Something caught the corner of my eye and I turned to look out my window. The last thing I saw before the world went dark was a large, blue pickup truck headed straight for us.

Everything hurt. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to think. So I didn’t. I hovered in empty space, just below consciousness and just above death until a familiar voice broke into my silence.

“Julia? Sweetie, can you hear me?”

It was Luke.

I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t cooperate. I tried to reach for him, but something was holding my arms in place. I fought the feeling of weightlessness and struggled to the surface of reality. Moans of metal, feet scuffling, and a high pitched ring flooded my ears.

“Oh, God,” his voice cracked and I felt his hand brush against my cheek, “It’s ok. You’re ok. Try not to move, sweetie. Just lay still, alright?”

A deafening crunching sound echoed around me as whatever was holding me down shifted. It was easier to breathe now, yet it felt like ten thousand knives where jabbing me in the side every time I did. I tried to turn my face into Luke’s hand, to open my eyes and see him, but I couldn’t.

Why couldn’t I move? What was going on?

Tears burned at the back of my eyes and I heard a strange sound leave my mouth.

Had I made that noise?

I started to float again, even though I fought desperately to stay where I was. The pain was too much. Everything was too loud, the pull too strong.

“Julia!” the sound of Luke’s voice was distant, far out of reach. “Damn it, darling, stay with me!”

September, 2015; Boston, Massachusetts.
Julia, ten years old.

I sat cross legged on the ground in front of mom’s grave and fiddled with the laces of my shoes as I spoke to her, “I have a competition today.”

I’d begged Auntie Tif to stop here before she dropped me off at the dance studio. I had five minutes or we’d be late.

“My Sword Dance is getting really good. Granny said my Highland Fling at the meet last month was the best I’d ever done. I didn’t think so, but maybe you couldn’t see my mistakes from the audience… or she was just being Granny.”

Mom had gotten me started in Highland Dancing when we moved to Boston, sort of a way to keep Scotland with us in America. I liked it a lot and was now in the highest skill level for my age group. Granny hadn’t missed a single competition. She was my biggest fan.

“Oh, and we ordered a new aboyne for next season. The one I’ve got is getting really small. Granny found one that’s similar to the Murray clan tartan. Could you see Luke’s smile when we showed it to him? He’s really excited.”

A cloud of uneasiness swirled around me as I thought of my stepfather. I didn’t call him dad, but he was the only father I had ever known. We got along really well and I loved him to pieces.

“Something’s going on with Luke’s new job with the Navy and no one will tell me what it is. Max says he doesn’t know, but he does. Luke’s been going to D.C. a lot for it and is there more than he is here. I miss him.”

I heard the door of the minivan open and close and I knew my time was up.

Tha gaol agam ort, Mommy,” I whispered.

October 30th, 2017; Boston, Massachusetts
Julia, aged twelve.

“You’re still taking me trick or treating tomorrow, right?” I asked Max as I ran to keep up with his long strides.

He looked down at me in annoyance, “Why don’t you go with Granny and Fiona?”

“Because they’re soooo slow,” I complained. “Besides, who wants to be seen trick or treating with their grandmother and baby sister?”

“You think I want to be seen with you?” He teased.

I glared at him, “Of course you do, I’ve got the best costume in the neighborhood.”

My Wonder Woman costume was a work of art.

“I suppose I should be grateful you’re not making me go as Steve Trevor,” he rolled his eyes.

“That would be gross, you’re my brother.” I pulled a face. “You’re more of a Steve Rogers than Steve Trevor, anyway.”

He laughed as we turned the corner. Beacon Hill Academy was in sight now and we picked up our pace.

Suddenly, a strong hand clamped around my mouth and pulled me off the sidewalk. I heard Max shout for help as I tried to get out of my attacker’s grasp. Biting him hard, I kicked backwards and lunged forwards at the same time.

It worked. I broke free momentarily before another set of arms picked me up off the ground and tossed me thru the open sliding door of a van. I screamed for all I was worth now that my mouth was uncovered.

“Julia!” Max shouted. The first man punched him hard in the stomach before climbing into the van and slamming the door shut.

The man who had grabbed me, I’d dubbed him Jasper, pulled the duct tape off my mouth and warned, “You start all that again and this goes right back on, you hear me?”

I had tried to escape out of the paneled van in every I could think of, earning me a special seat belt of tightly knotted rope. When getting out of this proved to be fruitless, I took a page out of little sister’s play book and started talking nonstop at the top of my lungs. Everything that passed thru my head went out my mouth… and I mean everything.

I insulted them, I mimicked them, I narrated their every move like a sports announcer. When that got boring, I asked questions about anything I could think of. Horace, the other guy, would answer sometimes until the lady driving the van yelled at him to shut up.

The duct tape came out when I started calling her Cruella.

Tears sprang to my eyes involuntarily as a layer of my skin got ripped off with the tape. Blinking fast, I answered, “That depends.”

Jasper looked at me warily, “On what?”

“On if you’re planning to feed me anytime soon,” my stomach growled, adding it’s two cents.

It was well after dinner time and we’d been driving south all day. They’d let me out at a disgusting gas station in New Jersey to use the bathroom when I threatened to go right where I was. I now knew this was a really good bargaining tool with them.

There was food in my backpack, but as my phone was also in there, and they hadn’t discovered I had one yet, I was not willing to unzip it in their presence. Cruella had accompanied me to the bathroom, of course, so I couldn’t send out a distress text. I had felt it vibrate several times in the last eight hours and desperately hoped they could track me even if I didn’t answer it.

Jasper moved to the back of the van from the front passenger seat, commenting menacingly, “You have to answer a few questions first.”

A fist closed around my stomach and I wasn’t sure I was hungry anymore, but I nodded.

“Where is your mother?” He began.

I stared at him blankly, then looked to Horace. My mother?

“Mount Hope Cemetery,” I answered simply, wondering why on earth they would need to kidnap me to figure that out. “Or heaven, depending on how you look at it.”

Horace visibly started in surprise and Jasper’s mouth hung open. “She’s dead?” they asked in unison.

I thought that only happened in movies.

“She’s talking about Campbell, you idiots. Ask her about Fraser,” Cruella screeched from the driver’s seat.

Understanding dawned on Jasper and he nodded, “Yeah, not her. Where’s your other mother?”

“My what?” This was getting ridiculous.

The van swerved as Cruella glared at me thru the rearview mirror. “Claire Fraser. Your birth mother. Where is she?”

My birth parents had abandoned me when I was two and had never contacted me since. The authorities had tried to locate them, but couldn’t figure out who they were, let alone where they were… and that was ten years ago.

“How would I know?” I replied incredulously.

Horace leaned forward and pinched me hard in the thigh, insisting, “Tell us!”

“I have no idea where she is.” I kicked him hard in the shins, “I didn’t even know her name until you just said it!”

“I don’t think she knows, boss.” Jasper muttered over his shoulder.

I could see Cruella shrug and the van lurched again. How we hadn’t crashed yet was beyond me.

“Well, what about the dad? They oughta be together, right?” Horace nudged Jasper, who nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, where’s your dad?”

Looking for me.

“If you’re talking about my birth father, I know as much about him as I do my birth mother.” I glared at them, “My real dad is out looking for me and probably has the entire Navy after you by now. He’s a cop, you know.”

Horace turned slightly pale at this. “I’m not going to jail for some fairy tale, love story nonsense, boss!”

Fairy tale, love story nonsense.


What had she said my birth mother’s name was? Claire, right? As in Queen Claire from Granny’s story?

You have got to be kidding me. I’ve been abducted over a children’s bedtime story. Do they really think I’m some long lost princess?

“No one is going to jail!” Cruella barked, “Crawford didn’t think she knew anything anyway.”

Crawford. He must be the one orchestrating this. These three didn’t have the combined IQ of a goldfish.

“Then why kidnap me if I don’t know anything?” I asked, a heavy feeling forming in the pit of my stomach.

Jasper smiled, his face contorting into a look of sinister delight. “You’re his ticket thru the stones.”

i did REALLY like the special and almost everything it had to offer, especially the trial and the introduction of the off color gems, but the ending did leave me kind of disappointed. 

i was really hoping the show would have steven and lars exploring homeworld, meeting new gems, and trying to figure out a way they could finally get back home for a portion season 5. the way that steven ended up returning to beach city seemed WAY to rushed and easy for me. one big problem i see with this show is that it doesnt like straying away from the staus quo for more than like 5 episodes max, because i know me and MANY other people were hoping this arc would last a lot longer than a few episodes. the same thing happened when greg was captured, we went in to space for a few episodes and came back, and then it’s like nothing ever happened. this show just really likes having a lot of small, short arcs that seem to lead up to something amazing, and they are enjoyable for the time being, but it ends up being disappointing when we go right back to the status quo soon after. also, what is steven going to tell lars’s parents and sadie??? “oh, he just died, then i revived him and he turned pink. his hair turned into a wormhole, so i came back here and he’s just gonna chill with my alien friends on a distant planet for a while.” im assuming that something is gonna come up 10 episodes in the future after a bunch of beach city episodes, then they come to get lars back in a few episodes, then back to the status quo. it’s just that we were given 4 really cool and interesting characters, greta development to an unpopular character, and shown an amazing looking new world, which led us all on to something amazing, unique, and adventurous that was about to happen.

 i apologize if this sounds like rambling but i needed to get my feelings down about this, and ill probably add more in a bit. again, i really liked the special as a whole but still

I am going to try and do this again. Last time I wrote this I was in a rather shaky state, my apologies:

To TGWeaver:
He drew a parody of my Character Maxton Midnight. Someone posted me a link and wrote “you gotta see this” I clicked and I saw and my little brain freaked out and thought “THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEFFFFF” right away. Without even giving it a chance to collect all facts. So like he said so well himself; I immediately raged out and handled it VERY unprofessionally. Sent my “army” on him. Ugh..NOT good and NOT nice. He is now under the impression that I am a bully - I am not. I can only hope you guys will believe that. But I do  understand why he would say it, and I respect his opinion in all of this. I WAS ACTING like a BULLY in this case though, and I AM NOT trying to shift any blame on him here, as far as I a concerned, the guy is innocent. It is I who made a stuuupid mistake!

I can only say that I do not know any better. I always think the worst case scenario first- it comes with being a hypochondriac i think - I did the only thing I knew in situations like this, and that is ask you guys for help. That was a mistake in this case, a bad one.

I just want to draw my comic and share it, and hope that people will like it. If they do not, then I must accept that too. It is really just a simple Wildehopps comic made by a zootopia freak who loved the movie (YES it is still wildehopps), like I have said before; there will be lots and lots more of that in the comic too. But time is not on my side, and thus, it takes WAY too long before those of you who want to see that can be “satisfied”  Inter Schminter is a comic based around Max, Marni, Nick, and Judy. I am drifting off, but point is, I understand that, since you guys do not know what I have planned for this, becomes inpatient, and stuff like that parody might happen.  

I know now that I overreacted - it has been proven time and time again that I clearly do not take criticism well (especially when it comes to my OCs) So I will think twice, maybe even Ten times, next time something like this happen.

So again (with what hopefully is a better apology) I am truly sorry - from the bottom of my heart.

Best regards


(I am so happy to say that we have talked and that there are no hard feelings on either sides <3 This person gave me lots of good advice, and for that I am grateful. Go check out his art - now that my head is calm, I can actually laugh at his creative parody)

anonymous asked:

Could you please write about eleven coming back from the upside down and as soon as mike sees her he runs up and kisses her and Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Max are really confused.

Hey anon! Thanks for the request, it was a lot of fun to write—and actually kind of challenging. I made a couple changes (I hope that’s okay!) because I just felt that they worked. Hope you like this!

The arcade—The Palace—was one of Mike’s favourite places in Hawkins. Or, it had been prior to November of 1983. These days, Will never joined them for their after school game of PacMan or Donkey Kong. On Thursdays, sometime between lunch and the final bell, Will would inevitably complain of a headache and casually mention that Jonathan—or Steve, if Jonathan was working—would be picking him up from school. Mike knew, as did Dustin and Lucas, that it wasn’t a headache that kept Will away from the arcade. Rather, it was the flashing lights and loud noises that they eagerly pedalled towards on Thursday afternoons that were just too much for Will.

Mike couldn’t blame him. Truthfully, it had taken him quite some time to feel comfortable at the arcade again. And even if it was still a little nerve-wrecking for him to be there, he put on a brave face because The Palace was a special place. It was the place where he and his friends had first met Max. It was the place where Dustin had (foolishly) challenged her Space Invaders score and lost miserably.

And, although Mike didn’t know it yet, it was the place that would bring Eleven home on a particularly windy Thursday afternoon.

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Hi guys, been feeling a bit down and lost lately and then I saw this post by @hss-classmate-reactions yesterday and for some reason it really struck me and comforted me. I ended up drawing Wes’ and Ace’s scenario and I also have some rough sketches for Max and Ezra which I hope to finish and post. (I might even do Julian and Sakura cause I loved their scenario too)

Though I doubt anyone will see this…?

Hard to Trust ch. 7

Hey guys! @pathybo wrote another great chapter! Give her some love!!

This could have some triggers…attack and rape.

Hope everyone enjoys!! <3

Hard to Trust 7

Before you knew it, it was the final day of stage one. The following day your rankings would be up, and you and your friends were getting ready for the final fights. Chris was fighting Zack which made you excited to see the asshole get beat up again. After a second blow he was done and you were asking yourself if he wasn’t faking because no one would be knocked down by that slow punch. You were about to fight Stuart, one of Zack’s minions and you were worried about it.

He dodged your first punch and kicked you on your ankle, when you fell he straddle you and punched you twice on your temple. It was enough to knock you out. You woke up less that a minute later. Stuart was standing by your side and Four was coming to help you. He declared Stuart the winner and asked you if you were ok. You sat down on a bench and drank some water. Eric kept staring at you from afar but didn’t say anything to you.

Alicia, who managed to win her fight, was with you. Everybody was released and the two of you decided to head back to the dorms. The place was deserted and Alicia invited you to go with her to find Chris at the mess hall.

You thanked her and told her that you would take advantage of the emptiness of the dorms to take a shower in peace. She asked you if you would be fine on your own and you told her you would. You hugged her then went to grab your things for some good relaxing time in the shower. You looked around and decided it was a good time for a real shower, with not even your underwear on since there was no one around, so you could take your time. You took all your clothes off and wrapped a towel around your naked body and headed to the shower area.

You turned on the hot water and let it rain down on your body. You took your time washing your hair. It felt like an eternity since you had had a decent shower.

When you finished, you grabbed your towel, wrapped it around your body, and the moment you turned to leave the area there was someone at the doorway blocking your exit.

Zack loomed as you tried to leave. Those sparkling blue eyes were almost beautiful if they weren’t evil.

“I must say you’re beautiful, stiff. You got some good curves on you. Why don’t you give me a chance, I can make you happy. I know I will leave you with a smile on your face.”

You were trying everything you could to get out of there but Zack wasn’t going to let you. He came towards you and pulled your towel away, when you tried to get your towel back he throw the first punch at you and you screamed loud.

“Stay away from me.” You kept screaming but he was still punching you and you started to feel weak.

Alicia was going to the cafeteria when Four was coming her way.

“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked.

“She stayed in the dorms to take a shower, she wanted to enjoy the emptiness of the place.” Alicia answered.

Suddenly both of them heard screams coming from the dorms.

“Go find Eric, NOW INITIATE.” Four screamed and ran towards the dorms.

You were lying on the ground feeling very dizzy and your vision was blurred. Zack was over you and you couldn’t understand what was happening, but you knew he was talking. His hands were all over your body as he took advantage because you couldn’t move. He placed his hands around your breasts and moaned. You took that time to gather all strength you got and knee him in the groin. You tried to crawl away as he was wincing in pain, but he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back to him.

“You know, I still can’t believe you knocked me out, but you’re about to pay for it.”

He punched your face one more time and you felt your senses going away. You were already weak from your fight with Stuart and now Zack’s punches were kicking your ass.

You heard Zack rambling something as he was unzipping his pants. The panic you were feeling was giving place to the darkness that was consuming you. You were ready for your destiny, whatever it would be. The last thing you knew Zack was being pulled away from you and a lot of screaming was heard. Then the darkness took over you.

When Eric entered the dorms he saw Four beating Zack to a pulp and your naked body down on the bathroom floor. He ran toward you and picked you up. Alicia was with him and she grabbed a towel and covered you so Eric could take you to the infirmary.

He was running down the hallways with you in his arms, he was desperate about the condition he found you. You felt something warm wrap around you and you snuggled to his chest. He smelled so good that you thought you were dead and in heaven. You could barely hear what he was whispering in your ear.

“Stay with me, babe, don’t you dare to die on me. Just hang in there.”

You woke up in a cold room and the light hurt your eyes as you tried to open them. You forced your vision a little bit more and looked around to see where you were. You were shocked when you saw Eric sleeping in a chair beside your bed. You tried to stand up but groaned in pain.

“What are you doing, initiate? You’re not supposed to leave the bed.” He stood up and came closer to you holding your hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone beat the crap out of me. What are you doing here?” The feeling of his hand on yours was calming you and you held his fingers like it was the only thing keeping you on Earth.

“You’re my initiate, I had to make sure you would be ok.” He said.

“How long have I been here?” You asked.

“Two days. You’re friends stopped by to check on you but you weren’t awake.”

“You stayed here the whole time?” You stared at him.

“Four wasn’t too fond of the idea, but yes. I couldn’t leave without knowing if you were ok.” The leader said.

“Where is Zack? What happened?” You couldn’t remember much so you were hoping Eric would tell you something.

“What do you remember?” He asked you, rubbing your hand.

“I remember Zack beating me up, taking my towel away… Oh my God, did he? I can’t remember if he did.” You started to cry and hated yourself for being so vulnerable in front of Eric.

“No, he didn’t, Four stopped him before he could do anything, I would kill him if he did something like that to you. But Four beat him up really bad. He was here at the infirmary, but in a different area. When he woke up he escaped. We have people searching for him over the entire compound. Don’t worry, I’m here to protect you. He won’t get near you again.” He noticed the worried look on your face.

Before anything else was said Kate came in to check your vitals.

“You’re awake! How are you feeling, any pain?” She approached you  and Eric stepped away. You silently shook your head as she checked you.

“So, you got a bad beating, girl, but your vitals are good. No broken bones so when you feel good you can leave.”

“My head hurts, a lot.” You said to her.

“I will give you some pain killers. Your friend stopped by and left some clothes for you, I hope you don’t mind but she helped me dress you, cause you arrived here with no clothes on.”

“Thank you, Kate, I really appreciate all you have done for me.” You told her.

At that moment Four entered the room and looked relieved to see you awake. He came to your side and you held him close, letting your emotions take over again.

“Kate said she’s good to go. Max thinks she better stay at my place until we find Zack.” Eric informed Four as you cried into his shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry Eric, I know you have other commitments. She can stay with me.” Four was trying his best to take control of the situation.

“That was not a request, Four. She’s staying with me, period. I will ask Kate for your discharge and we can get going.” He said to you and left the area to go find Kate.

“He’s such a dick, I really wanted to take care of you. Please promise me you will be careful around him. I have no saying in this.” He was genuine worried about you.

“Don’t worry, Four. I will be fine. If Zack didn’t kill me it won’t be Eric who will!” Your lousy attempt of joke wasn’t helping at the moment.

Eric came back with the bottle of pain killers that Kate prescribed to you and helped you stand up to go to his place. You said good bye to Four and asked him to tell Alicia and Chris that you were ok.

Eric stomped out of the infirmary and you were trying to follow him, but couldn’t keep up with his speed. You were in too much pain to run through dauntless hallways right now.

“Can’t you walk?” The cruel leader was back. At one moment he seemed concerned for you, the next one not so much.

“I can, just not at the same pace as you.”  You had barely finished talking when Eric picked you up bridal style and hurried through the halls with you.

“It’s the second time this week you carried me.” You said placing your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder.

“You said you didn’t remember.” He answered you, slowing down.

“I don’t, I remember passing out and waking up in someone’s arms. You just confirmed it was you.” You chuckled.

“Don’t get used to it, initiate. In both occasions I needed to be in a hurry. I can’t take the chance of someone seeing where I’m taking you. For your safety it’s better if no one knows your staying at my place..”

“Thank you, sir. This meds are strong, I’m feeling a little tipsy.” Those were your last words before passing out in his arms again.

Used To Be

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

“You’re always wanting more angst ideas so here you go, fucking wallow. If you want to max the pain I encourage you to focus on what’s going on in their heads. 15, 60, 93 have fun!“

15. “Could you ever be happy with me?”

60. “I wish I could hate you.”

93. “For once, tell me what you’re thinking, not what you think I want to hear!”

(From this prompt list)

A/N: Thank you @imhereforbvcky I don’t think I’ve written a fic this quickly before. But I really liked this. I hope it’s angsty enough, ya little reindeer (see what I did there?)

Warnings: Language

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