Micro fill? A la Routine Maintenance, Shiro's arm is troubling him again - but this time it's entirely the mice to the rescue.
Shiro scowls at his prosthetic, thoroughly fed up with it.
It’s been bothering him all morning, ever since his morning solo session against the Gladiator. He’d blocked a strike from the robot using his arm, and with some extremely bad luck, the robot’s staff had managed to catch him just beneath the connection point and right on one of the prosthethic’s panels.
At the time it hadn’t felt like much. He’d been wearing his armor, and while getting hit so close to the point where metal met flesh always stung, he’s gotten used to that brand of pain by now. He’d finished his training session, showered, and moved on with his day without thinking twice about it.
But he’d started to notice an odd rattling sound inside the prosthetic, and around the same time it had become less responsive. And as the hours pass, the sensation gets worse. He can’t flex his metal fingers very well at all, now, and the whole thing feels like it’s starting to get heavier. The remains of his right arm are starting to throb, and the whole experience is just downright uncomfortable.
He thinks something had probably been shaken loose, or gotten stuck on the inside of the prosthetic, around the point where the Gladiator had hit him. And normally this wouldn’t be too much of an issue, when safely on the ship, and not in the middle of a mission. The easiest solution would simply be to go to Hunk for maintenance, just like any time it needs serious work beyond routine cleaning and care that Shiro can’t handle himself.
Unfortunately for Shiro, Hunk is planet-side for the day, doing some major supplies shopping with Coran as he stocks their kitchen. And Pidge, the logical second choice for arm troubles, had also gone planet-side to get a few technological upgrades for her computer. Keith is still in the Castle, not particularly interested in the market crowds, but he’s no engineer. Shiro has no intention of making him help with this, even if Keith probably would in a heartbeat.
So Shiro does what he can to deal with it himself. Hunk’s shown him some of the more useful tools he can use for his prosthetic, and given him his own set to store in his room for emergencies. Using them and Hunk’s lessons, he manages to pry open the panel on the upper bicep of the prosthetic, and his probing fingers can definitely find a few loose wires, and something that feels like it’s jammed into a gear. That probably explains the lack of mobility, or maybe it interferes with the function that lets him move such a heavy piece of equipment easier. The weight of it is starting to get painful.
Unfortunately, although he’s identified the problem, fixing it is something else entirely. He struggles to plug the wires back in properly, or to remove the lose bit of metal jammed into the gear. But it’s an awkward angle, trying to reach into the back of his arm at all, much less trying to fix or replace things by feel alone. He curses, but he can’t quite manage it no matter how hard he tries.
A loud squeak at his foot makes him start, and he winces when he pinches one of his fingers in the metal panelling of the prosthetic. The blue mouse at his foot lets out an apologetic-sounding chittering noise.
“Uh. Hi,” Shiro says, raising an eyebrow. “Did you…did you need something?”
The blue mouse—Chulatt—squeaks and shakes its head ‘no.’ The yellow one, Platt, skitters up next to it and points at its mouth, then gestures to Shiro.
“I…eating?” It shakes its head. “Oh, wait, I didn’t eat.” He glances at the clock—it’s past lunch time. “Yeah, I’ve uh…I’ve been a little distracted.”
The red and green mice have managed to crawl up on his bed to sit next to him, and stare at the arm balanced carefully in his lap. The red one, Chuchule, points at the arm and then gestures at his shoulder, before demonstrating with few massaging motions on Plachu next to him.
“No, I don’t need that right now—well. Maybe later, but now it’d be sort of pointless.” Shiro shrugs one shoulder awkwardly. “I’ll just have to wait until Hunk and the others get back, I guess. This thing’s a pain to lug around when it’s not working.”
The mice exchange glances, and then as one swarm up his torso, darting across his lap or shoulders to the prosthetic.
“Wait, no!” Shiro hisses in alarm. Letting them help with massage therapy is one thing—he doesn’t want to explain to Allura why one of her precious mice has gotten fried or cut up or who only knows what else because it was trying to fix something only a trained engineer should be working on.
He tries to cover the gaping open hole in the prosthetic with his free hand, but the mice are nimble and quick. The blue one has already slipped inside, tail whipping through Shiro’s fingers, before he can stop him. Shiro curses. “Get out here right now!”
The mouse doesn’t listen. Which just figures, really.
Platt crawls up on his shoulder and pats his neck in what Shiro assumes is supposed to be a reassuring way, as Chuchule and Plachu shove his fingers aside and also crawl into the prosthetic’s interior. Shiro scowls, but there’s really nothing he can do to get them out at this point. If he sticks his fingers in there to try and drag any of them out, he’s afraid he could shove them into other components that could get them hurt or killed. He’s still not sure how he’s supposed to explain this to Allura, or anybody else, for that matter.
There’s a sudden loud buzzing noise and a snap, not unlike a little crackle of electricity, and the whole prosthetic seems to jerk for a moment. Then it settles, and to Shiro’s surprise, he finds he has a little more mobility in his fingers. A second buzz-snap and another sharp twitching motion, and his whole wrist flexes much better than before. He stares incredulously.
Chulatt and Platt both crawl out of the interior of the arm, and Plachu sticks its head out and waves its tiny paws to Platt. The largest mouse bounds down to the opening in the arm, and its back half sticks out of the paneling as it shoves its head and front paws inside. There are several loud squeaks, and Platt’s tail wiggles back and forth as it seem to tug at something. Then there’s a sudden grinding noise, and the mouse snaps backward, falling out of the prosthetic’s open panelling with a squeak. Shiro barely manages to catch it in his left hand, and blinks when he spots the metal shard in the mouse’s teeth. The arm, to his surprise, feels lighter again, and he realizes the mice had pulled something out of the gears to let it function again.
Plachu crawls out of the prosthetic’s interior and up Shiro’s shoulder as well, looking smugly satisfied. Shiro sets Platt down on his lap, and probes carefully inside the arm with his fingers. The loose wires that had been there earlier aren’t loose anymore, and must have been plugged back into their original ports. He’s careful not to venture too close to the whirring gears, but everything seems alright inside, as far as he can tell.
“Uh…good job,” Shiro says, impressed, as he glances at the mice arrayed around him. He carefully closes the panel, and flexes his arm experimentally again. Good as new. “Thanks.”
The mice squeak, clearly pleased with themselves. Platt has a more immediate interest, and gestures at its mouth again.
Shiro laughs. “Okay, okay! I’m guessing nobody’s fed you, if everyone but Keith is planet side. Fine, let’s go get a late lunch. But I’m warning you, it’s just going to be food goo. I can’t do anything fancy, okay?”
The mice don’t seem to mind. They crawl up onto his shoulders for a ride, and Shiro heads for the kitchen, flexing his fingers again now that he can once more. He’ll have Hunk look it over again later just to be safe, but in the meantime, this isn’t so bad at all.
There was Otto, so now it’s time for emperor Vra from “Eyes of the Swarm“ that belongs to very talented duo, @zlukaka & @luffik. And really, this is your fault for bringing Vra and dangerous beastriders to my attention! And thanks goodness you did, so I had something fun to do while net once again died XD Hope you like it!
If Pokespe has taught me anything, it’s “Don’t have dreams, children.”
Ruby’s dream was to learn how to battle alongside his father and to grow up to be like him but due to an accident (caused by Ruby being “just like Dad”) ended up losing
that close relationship with his Dad. His dream ended up turning on him as pretty much everything wrong him now, as well as everything he dislikes about himself, is linked to his similarities to Norman as well as their tattered relationship.
Black’s dream was to win the Pokémon League, which is a goal he worked tirelessly for since he was a small child. He does end up achieving his dream but instead of having everyone acknowledge his victory, it was cut short by the attack on the league. He was also never able to celebrate his accomplishment as he is currently trapped in the light stone. ~It’s kinda more depressing for Black since his arc’s entire theme is “Dreams”~
X’s dream was to be a strong trainer and just like he said, he “didn’t mind telling the whole world about it”. Well, everyone did find out about his skills and ended up swarming him with questions on his future as well as unwanted publicity. His dream ended up severely turning on him leading to his current state of reclusion and what seems to be a severe anxiety/social phobia disorder.
So yeah, don’t have dreams or they will turn on you…badly.
Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#25 - “Shut up and kiss me.”
#81 - “I need you to fake date me.”
“Holy shit.” You curse, turning to face Jax, the sight of your ex walking into the room making you panic. It’d ended on ugly terms, him cheating on you with three different girls, and you didn’t want him to think you were still hanging on to him. You wanted him to know you were better off without him, which you obviously were. Plus, if he knew you were single, he’d end up asking you to give him another chance, and you couldn’t be bothered with the annoyance of it all.
“What’s wrong?” Jax asks sternly, his whole posture switching from relaxed to on guard. You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head.
“Nothing like that.” You respond, slyly turning around and searching the bar for your past boyfriend. “My ex just walked in.”
A scowl appears on Jax’s face, his eyes searching the room for the man you told him all about, the one who broke your heart and left you crying on Jax’s shoulder, not that he was complaining. You’d begged Jax not to hurt the man, preferring to just move on and cut him out of your life completely.
“Where is he? You want me to make him leave?“ He questions you, raising his eyebrow, a smile gracing your lips from his protective manner. You shake your head, thinking of the perfect solution.
“I need you to fake date me.” He almost spits out his drink, before he composes himself and smirks at you over the rim of his glass. “Come on, I’m serious. I want him to know I’ve moved on and who better to move on with than a sexy, yet slightly intimidating biker.”
“You think I’m sexy?” You can hear the confidence in his voice as he talks, your eyes rolling as you see your target moving closer. You turn to Jax, who’s spotted him as well, and you know that if looks could kill, your ex would be dead.
“Will you do it or not? I can’t have this dude begging me to get back together, it took me ages to get him to piss off the last time.” Jax chuckles, nodding and placing his now empty glass on the bar. Suddenly, he pulls you to him by the belt loops on your jeans, butterflies swarming your stomach. He stands up straight, slipping his hands around your waist and locking them at the base of your back.
“Relax, darlin’. I’ll help you out, but I want something in return.“ You start to ask what it is, but you’re interrupted by a voice at the side of you, a fake smile on your face as you see him standing there.
“(Y/N), fancy seeing you here.” You feel Jax tense up, his defensive side coming out. You paste a fake smile on your face, not knowing how the hell this waste of space has the nerve to even come up to you when he fucked you over so badly. “How are you?”
You see him look at your date, observing him up and down, Jax’s air force ones being a strong contrast to his shined black pointed shoes. You turn slightly in Jax’s grip, him pulling you into his side as you slip your hand under his kutte and around his figure, tracing calming patterns on his warm back.
“I’m doing good.” Your tone is completely lazy, finding no reason to even act like you’re interested in talking to this prick.
“Good, it seems like you are.” He utters, acknowledging Jax by nodding his head at him. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m-”
Jax cuts him off before he can finish, the look on his face causing you to hold in a laugh. “I know who you are, pal. You’re the asshole who fucked up.”
His hand squeezes the sliver of exposed skin on your hip, your ex swallowing in what looks like discomfort. Good.
“Thanks for that, by the way, cause now she’s my girl, so fuck off out of here before you piss me off even more.”
The anger in Jax’s tone is so raw, his words having their intended effect straight away as your ex makes the smart decision of walking away from you both. You stand in front of Jax again, watching his gaze as he glares at the man before he disappears out of sight.
You hug Jax tightly, his arms wrapping around you as you rest your head on his chest. You feel slightly saddened once you come back to the real world, part of you wishing that you really were Jax’s girl, but you know you’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all. “Thank you, Jax.”
“Don’t be too thankful yet. You haven’t heard what my reward is.” His voice is teasing, a questioning look on your face as you pull away from him, folding your arms and looking up him. “Let me take you out.”
You raise your eyebrow, laughing before you realise he’s being serious. He smirks at you, rolling his tongue across his bottom lip confidently, before reaching out and pulling you in by your belt buckles, again.
You put your hand on his chest to stop yourself from banging into him, his hands on your waist, your hands moving to grip each side of his leather jacket. “You’re serious? That’s what you want in return?”
He nods, grabbing your arms and placing them around his head, your hands locking in place at the base of his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your cheeks burning from being so close to him. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, of course, his delicious scent surrounding you and making you feel weak.
“Alright, Teller. It’s a deal, but I’ve got one little term of my own.” You place your hands on the back of his neck, your thumbs stroking softly at the skin. “We’ve got to seal the deal with a kiss. Then it’s all confirmed and stuff, you know, no backing out.”
A chuckle erupts from his throat, a sheet of surprise falling onto his face. “That seems doable. Although, maybe I want to save our first kiss for the end of the mind blowing date I’m going to take you on, say, this Saturday at eight??”
You roll your eyes, smiling subconsciously, the grin on his own lips being nothing but contagious. “Shut up and kiss me.”
With one last smirk, he closes the distance between the two of you, his velvety smooth lips a welcoming contrast to the strands of facial hair surrounding them. His hands slip down to your ass, him pulling you against him and squeezing cheekily as you lose yourselves in each other, cancelling out the world around you.
His tongue swipes your bottom lip, requesting access that you deny, you biting on his lower lip teasingly before pulling away. He raises his eyebrows at you questioningly, that breathtaking smile back on his lips. You slip out of his grip, stepping backwards but keeping eye contact with him. You wink playfully, “See you Saturday.”
A/N - Ugh, not sure about this but I think I like it enough to post lmao. I’ll probably do a Juice or Happy request next!!! Hope you guys liked, thank you for all your continued support xxxx
Prompt request: Hiiii can u please do a Bucky x reader were they watch a very scary movie, but Bucky was forced to watch it, later on that night the reader can’t sleep, the horrors came in her whenever she was closing her eyes, so Bucky hard a wicked idea in his mind were he thought he would scare her more, he then scares the reader, he chases her thru the whole house running behind her like a creepy zombie but he can’t hold back his laughter, but when he captures her…you can end up that up with smutt😈
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader
Warnings: some language, lil’ bit of smut, implied smut
Word count: 1200
A/N: So, I’m not comfortable writing full out smut, but this is what I came up with! Hope you enjoy, and please feel free to send me more requests! This one was quite fun
“How are you scared right now?” Bucky asked exasperatedly. “This is totally fake! And you see worse things in real life!”
“Shut up!” you whispered, harshly.
You poked your boyfriend in the side and stared at the screen intently as the zombie movie continued to play out on the TV. You and Bucky had a rare night alone at the Avengers Tower, and it was your turn to pick the movie for your weekly date night. Unfortunately for Bucky, you had chosen one of the new horror flicks that had come out this year.
Request: Hi can I make a request where the girl is new to the team and she’s shy and really likes Bucky but he pushes her away and is rude to her cause he doesn’t want to like believe he likes her but then when she gets Kidnapped on a mission he realizes how much he cares for her?? It would mean a lot because you’re such an amazing writer and ilysm <3 you are my absolute favorite account on tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: angst(?) fluffy
A/N: I guess I tell you guys about my life through these author notes now lol. Anyways, my guy best friend came over to my house today but only to tell me hi because he says I always complain about how he never does (which I really do lmao) and then he tells me that he left his siblings at home, alone, just to come say hi to me. That guy I swear. Anyways, continue on :) also, I’ll fix any mistakes when I wake up, I’ve been writing this for like 3-4 hours and it’s laaateeeee.
You had not even been there for 3 weeks when you realized you had taken a liking towards a specific metal armed soldier. He was absolutely gorgeous, not doubt about that.
When you arrived at the Avengers Tower, you were scared. You feared that they wouldn’t accept you or like you. You’re a shy girl and keep to yourself mostly which made you think why Tony would ever want you on the team in the first place.
It’s your powers. Your ability to turn invisible and to create some sort of force field. You were in hiding, not wanting the monsters that killed your parents to find you when both Steve and Tony saved you from them.
Now your here, the new recruit to the team. Everyone adored you and quickly caught on that you were a very shy person. You wouldn’t talk much to the team unless you were on a mission and you thank the lord above that everyone understood and wouldn’t push you to talk.
3 weeks you had been there and developed a crush on Bucky. Now a month passes by and those feelings have only grown more. The only ones who could tell that you had a crush on Bucky was Natasha and Wanda. Bucky was the main person you tried talking to the most but he would never give you the time of day which hurt.
“Hey,” Natasha’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “What are ya doing, buttercup?”
You look up at her before taking in your surroundings. You were in the living room with some show playing on tv. Behind you was the kitchen which was where Steve, Tony, Sam and Bucky were, talking amongst themselves. You look back at Natasha when she began speaking again.
“You kind of zoned out while we were watching Criminal Minds.” she says. “And you were right, that show is amazing, I love it already.”
You only nod your head and she sticks her hand out for you to take. When the both of you are standing up, she pulls you with her. On your way out, Sam, Tony and Steve acknowledge you, saying a friendly ‘hi Y/N.’ to which you respond with a small wave. Your gaze turns to Bucky who was looking at you like the others were. With a deep breath, you smile and wave to Bucky.
“Hi Bucky.” your voice was so small, hard for some people to hear you but everyone did and they turn to Bucky to see what he would do. Nothing. He did absolutely nothing but turn away from you and you sigh, closing your eyes and becoming invisible to everyone around you.
You always did that when Bucky brushed you aside. It made you feel less embarrassed. Steve began to ask why Bucky continued to ignore you like that (he did that all the time) while you and Natasha exited the room. Once you were far enough from them, you became visible again.
Natasha frowned. “He doesn’t mean to be-”
“I know, Nat.” you cut her off. She would always make up an excuse for him, saying he’s had a bad day or he ignores everyone from time to time and the reason she would tell you this was because she didn’t want your feelings to get hurt.
The two of you make it to Wanda’s room where she was cuddled up in her blanket, sitting on a bean bag chair and scooping ice cream in her mouth while watching One Small Hitch. Yeah, it was one of those days.
Upon hearing her door open and shut, Wanda turns her head, smiling when she sees you and Nat. “My wife is finally here!” she throws her hands up in the air.
Quickly, she moves the tub of ice cream off her lap and onto the floor next to her before reaching her hands out to you. “C’mere.”
A smile found its way to your lips and you walk towards her only to have her pull you down on her lap and snuggle you close to her. Wanda wraps her blanket around you two before pressing an overdramatic kiss to your cheek.
Seeing your downed state, she frowns. “Was it Bucky again?” she questioned, already knowing the answer to it.
All you do is curl up to her which leaves Natasha to tell what had happened. “As usual, she tried speaking to Bucky but he ignored her, like always.”
Wanda scoffed, holding you close to her. “Men are insufferable.”
“You got that right, sweetheart.” Natasha joined in, now beside you and Wanda on the floor, eating the ice cream.
Missions were damn near draining which was funny because all you had to do was look out for your teammates and dodge the enemies.
“I can’t hold them all off!” Clint shouted through the earpiece.
“I’m on my way!” you respond before looking at Nat. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah,” she nods, bringing an agent down. “Go help Clint.”
You nod and rush over to Clint who was getting swarmed by agents. You come up next to him, holding your hands out and allowing a force field to protect Clint from any agents that were behind him. If they so happen to even graze the protective shield you’ve created, they’d be shocked badly.
“Thanks kid.” Clint says, still taking down agents. You nod. When the area was clear you step into the building, eyes widening when you see an agent choking Bucky with his gun.
With a frown you force yourself to turn invisible and when you do, you come up to the agent, throwing the gun down to the floor. “What the-” he didn’t have time to say much after you forcefully hit his head on the wall behind him, knocking him out cold.
Bucky began to breathe steadily again as you made yourself visible to him. He looks over at you with a frown before stalking off somewhere else. You watch him go with a sad look. Why did he always do this? It’s like he wants nothing to do with you. All you’re trying to do is be nice.
While in your thoughts, you didn’t hear someone come up from behind you. You didn’t know anyone else was in the hallway until a hand clasped around your mouth, preventing you from being heard. The person dragged you into a room as you screamed against his hand and kicked and twisted around, trying to get free but you couldn’t. You were screwed.
“We’ve got the files.” Wanda announced.
“Good, everyone, meet up at the quinjet.” Steve replied.
Everyone did as they were told and Wanda handed Steve the files before sitting down next to Nat. As Bucky walked up to the quinjet, he didn’t see you anywhere and he began to panic.
“Steve, where’s Y/N?” he asked his friend quietly as to not panic the others; especially Natasha and Wanda.
“She’s right-” he turns around but he doesn’t see you. “Bucky, where’s Y/N?”
Worry is written all over the blonde’s face and now Bucky is really scared. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, where is she? Do you think she’s hurt? What if she’s still in there? Steve I’ve got to-”
Before Bucky could speak another word, your screams could be heard through his earpiece. Through everyone’s earpiece.
“Please let me go.” you whimpered and Bucky’s heart clenched.
“Not until you tell me where your little friends ran off with my files.” a mans voice could be heard and that fueled Bucky’s anger.
This guy had the audacity to make you scream bloody murder which meant that he had hurt you and when Bucky found you, he’d make the guy pay. How dare he touch you.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you stutter. You were protecting your teammates, your friends.
“Don’t lie to me!” the man yelled before you scream again. That about does it for Bucky. He grabs a gun and steps off the quinjet when Steve spoke up.
“Where are you going?”
“To get Y/N.” Bucky huffed.
“Without backup? No way, let me grab my shield-”
“I’m not gonna sit here and hear her scream in pain, Steve. I’m gonna go find her.” the brunette spat. Steve doesn’t say another word and Bucky takes this moment to leave but not before Wanda grabs his attention.
“Bucky!” she exclaimed, causing the super soldier to look her way. Her and Natasha were holding each other. “Bring back my wife in one piece.”
“Yeah, hurt the asshole who’s hurting my buttercup.” Nat added.
Bucky nods and runs off towards the building. He listens closely and carefully as he walked through the empty hallway before finding you in a room at the end of the hall. You were pushed down on a small bed, crying and shouting. The man, whoever he was, was about to make another slice at your shoulder when Bucky pulled the trigger, no hesitation what-so-ever. You let out a sob, the pain coursing through you and Bucky lifted you off the bed.
“You’re gonna be okay, doll.” Bucky spoke to you in a soft tone. “Don’t think about the pain, okay? We’re almost to the jet and Bruce is gonna patch you up.”
Those were the first words he had ever said to you.
Feeling the unwanted sting in your shoulder and the right side of your stomach, you hiss, a small sob escaping your parted lips. You weren’t even in there for 20 minutes and the man was already hurting you.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay baby, you’re safe now. I got you. No one’s gonna hurt you.” Bucky murmured.
The two of you made it back to the quinjet and Bruce started patching you up. Bucky watched, his hand holding yours with no intention of letting go. He had almost lost you.
Hearing you scream, begging the man to let you go made something in Bucky’s head snap. He never wanted to hear you scream like that again. As he watched you get patched up, he noticed how beautiful you were despite the fact that you were utterly exhausted, ready to pass out at any moment.
And then it hit him; he liked you.
A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I may write a part 2 where Bucky admits his feelings but I’m not too sure yet.
It was already dark outside and you were beginning to get worried that Daryl wasn’t back yet. You were so pissed at Marc for starting this whole thing. Daryl meant so much to you and the fact that Marc might have been able to ruin your chances with him made you even more furious. You sat on top of the RV and scanned the property, searching for any signs of Daryl.
Finally, you saw him break through the thick bush. You smiled and hurriedly made your way over to him. “I’m so glad you’re alright. I was wondering when you were going to get back.” you said, about to hug him but he dodged it. “What’s wrong?” you asked with a frown. “I ain’t doin’ this anymore. This was a mistake.” he mumbled, motioning between the both of you.
“This is because of Marc isn’t it?” you asked as anger edged your voice. “Him and I are NOT together. That ended forever ago, he was the biggest mistake I ever made.” you told him and he didn’t answer, so you asked again “is this because of Marc?”. “No.” he said flatly. “Can you at least tell me what it is than?” you pleaded. “I just don’t care about ya.” he answered looking at the floor. “Ha, you can’t even say that to my face.” you said, shaking your head. He grabbed your shoulders and looked you straight in the eye. “I do not love you.” he said enunciating each word. He let go of you and headed back towards the woods.
You felt like the breath was knocked out of you. You stood there for a few long minutes, trying to regain your composure. You replayed the conversation over and over again in your mind. “Wait a minute.. did he say.. love?” you thought to yourself. “Daryl!” you yelled and started running towards the woods. You ran and ran and still couldn’t find any sign of him. “Daryl!” you whispered. You soon realized that this was one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. You began to hear groaning and you looked around you frantically, grabbing your knife from your pocket. You couldn’t see more than two feet in front of you, you envied Daryl’s skilled eyes. You spotted a tree that you would be able to climb and that’s exactly what you did. You sat on the highest branch and watched the walkers pass by the tree. You let out a relieved huff and leaned your head back against the trunk.
You woke up startled when you almost fell out of the tree. It was early morning and your hair was sticking to your forehead because of the humidity. You carefully climbed down and sighed in defeat, you probably heard Daryl wrong anyway. It was probably just your optimistic nature tricking yourself into thinking something that didn’t actually happen.
While you were walking back towards the farm a swarm of walkers had come up behind you. You turned around and screamed and fell backwards, trying to reach for your knife. You shoved it into the walkers skull and it collapsed on top of you. You struggled to get out from underneath it, while the other two reached for you. As you tried to push it off you the walkers body ripped open and blood soaked through your white shirt. You wanted to puke but the thought was quickly swept to the side when both walkers flailed towards you. You hopped to your feet and were easily able to take down the last two.
“Is that (Y/N)?” Glenn asked, standing on top of the RV looking through the binoculars. Soon you were surrounded by Rick, Shane, Dale, and Glenn. “Are you alright?” Glenn asked reaching out for you. “Yeah.. I’m good.. Just wanted to take a walk and came across some walkers.” you lied and everyone tilted their head to the side knowing that you weren’t telling them the whole story. “Ok, well. I’m gonna get cleaned up.” you said awkwardly and walked towards your tent.
“Where the hell were ya?!” Daryl asked when he saw you go into your tent. “Go away Daryl.” you said as you started digging through your bag for clean clothes. He pulled on your shoulder and turned you around to face him, his eyes widened at your blood stained shirt and face. “I was trying to find you!” you said poking his chest hard. “And you know what? It was a fucking waste. You won’t pay attention to anything I have to say. So I am done trying.. You win.” you said and went towards the house to take a shower.
Marc had seen the whole exchange and smirked to himself. When he saw that you were officially in the house he walked over to Daryl. “You know. I thought that I would actually have to work at splitting the two of you up. But it seems to me like you’ve been able to do that all by yourself. Impressive.” Marc said taunting Daryl. “You know this wouldn’t have happened in the real world. She would have never fallen for you, she was just using you because you know how to survive. I bet you that you were nothing before all this.” he said and Daryl was fuming. “Thanks for sending her right back to me.” Marc added and Daryl had enough. Daryl punched Marc across the face and he fell to the floor. Marc growled and jumped on top of Daryl and started punching him.
You heard the commotion outside when you got out of the shower and looked through the window and saw the pair fighting.
“Stop it!” you shouted. “I said STOP IT!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, getting in between the both of them. “Get out of my way!” Marc yelled and hit you, sending you flying into the side of a car. Daryl instantly saw red and pushed Marc up against the RV choking him with both hands. “If ya ever touch her again.. I will end ya.. ya hear me?! I’ll fuckin’ end ya.” Daryl said tightening his grasp around his neck. Marc nodded struggling for air. Daryl threw him to the ground and Marc gasped, sucking in as much air as he could.
Hope you all liked this!! Please comment & let me know what you guys think & if you’d like a part 5. Thanks for all the reviews! You guys are the best!
request | This is a really weird request but could you do a imagine where y/n and harry are close friends (with secret crushes for each other)and she’s a model and she’s posing nude and he comes with her (and maybe even like they need a male model but he doesn’t show up and the photographer asks harry to do it with her and they both ate like uhh what at first ) sorry if this is so strange!!! Hahaha
Hi! :3♡ Could you please write “Hug me so I can get warm” & “You look cute when you’re cold” for Anakin Skywalker? (Sorry for asking for two prompts in the same imagine if you don’t want to do that it’s okay I understand♡) from the lovely @sarcastiel-assbutt
Word Count: 562
A/N: Merry belated Christmas! Again, I’m extremely sorry about the hiatus, you can find a detailed explanation and update right here. This isn’t very Christmas-y, actually, more of an it’s-cold-outside fic. I hope you’ll enjoy!
The Jedi truly live a really challenging life. Sometimes, it’s not
particularly noticeable. Take, for example, the mission when you had to guard a
royalty for a few days- that was pretty uneventful. Most of the time, however,
the hardships of a Jedi life smack you right by the head. You are experiencing
one of the latter would be right now. You and Anakin were sent by the Council
on a mission that had you stranded on a mostly uninhabitable planet with an
awfully unfriendly environment.
You sit on the ground, trying to find a distraction in observing the breathtaking
solar systems above. Naturally, the meek, dying fire does very little to warm
you up- that is how you find yourself in need to bundle into a warmth-preserving
heap. You raise your knees and loop your arms around them, casting your cloak
on top and using it as a blanket.
A little feet to the left, your friend and companion is busying
himself with some unimportant tasks. However, he soon grows bored of that, as
well- as he usually tends to- and he gingerly approaches the fire, trying not
to extinguish whatever tiny spark remained.
He sits down on a cold damp stone right across from you and you
momentarily make eye-contact. His gaze turns inquisitive as a shudder curses
through your body. No matter how many times this happened before, you still
can’t really tell whether it’s from his stare or the cold.
To you, he is not The Chosen One (as he is to many), he is merely
Anakin. Anakin Skywalker, the man you’ve known since he was a boy, brought by
Qui-Gon and Obi Wan into the core of the Jedi life. Your longtime friend with
whom you’ve teased the thin line between friendly banter and flirting one too
“You look cute when you’re
cold.” He speaks, clearing his throat. You roll your eyes, trying to
dismiss the way your ears, neck and cheeks heat up at his words. The effect he
has on you is quite remarkable- but you’d be dead before admitting it. A Jedi
whose independence is jeopardized is as good as dead.
“Well, why don’t you hug me so
I can get warm then, eh?” You tease him right back. Then, he does the
unexpected. He rises to his feet, stretches his back and comes to sit by your
“Well, scoot over. How am I going to hug you if you’re taking up the
entire place on that boulder?”
“Damn, take it down a notch or five.”
You jokingly grumble, but you move aside nonetheless. He sits down, makes
himself as comfortable as he can get before spreading his arms wide. You tug
the blanket closer to your form and raise your eyebrows in an unspoken
“Come on.” He motions you over, and you don’t need any more prompting.
You lean into him as he envelops his hands around you. A contented sigh escapes
your lips- you’re getting warmer and warmer.
“Get some sleep. We’ll do shifts. I’ll wake you when I’m too weary to
keep watch.” He whispers. You hum in acknowledgement and drift off into the
arms of Morpheus. The last thought that crosses your mind is that you’re in
some deep trouble for getting so
swarmed up in your feelings.
You’ll work something out.
The Jedi always do.
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Hope you enjoyed this little ficlet! Love, always.
Hi ! I Absolutely love your stories and i have seen you getting many prompts, so here's mine... There is actually no prompt just do whatever your heart desires, have fun ! ;)
n*w*n So then…
Shadow had began to notice something off with Amy, she definitely being a bit too submissive with just letting her ideas go unheard, but he started to wonder what she was actually trying to talk about.
Later, Silver stated that the future was at stake if this last attack didn’t go well, however, Amy stood back, and began to walk away from the crowd.
Sonic had turned around, seeing her departure. “Amy! Wait up.” he turned and gestured a small motion with his hand towards her, as she jumped skillfully up a building, before continuing to face her back to him.
Shadow turned around too, wondering…
Was she finally going to speak up about what she thought now?
“…I… I need to do something. Something that feels right.”
Confused, Sonic was about to walk over and kindly as what she was talking about, but Shadow immediately held out a hand and came up to Sonic, shaking his head.
“I may not know Amy very well… but I think you should trust her on this one.” Having spent some time on a mission with her, he trusted that whatever she had wanted to speak up about before to Sonic,… was probably very important to her.
Silver suddenly also dashed in the line of Amy and Sonic, spreading his arms out, and assertively slashed a hand down to put some passion to his words, “Let her go, Sonic. This is how it must be…”
Sonic raised an eyebrow, looking up and at the two hedgehogs. “You mean… she’s meant to leave?”
“Only for a short while but…” Silver looked down, as if something was nagging him… something was catching in his throat, but he forced it up, trying to not make eye contact. “Yes…”
Sonic looked up at Amy, worry coming across his face, before Shadow stepped up again, seeing as Amy had looked over her shoulder, wondering if he’d be okay with letting her go off on her own too.
Shadow put a hand to Sonic’s shoulder. “I normally wouldn’t do this… but with what Silver just said… I think you should consider the possibilities… and how this is our last chance…”
The tone Shadow used on the end was pretty clear to Sonic… he had to consider the battle… if this assault didn’t work, according to Silver, they would fail and Eggman will succeed in his creating his new world.
Something… bit inside Sonic. Something… pinched and strained to rip at little areas in Sonic’s heart. It was like the worry inside him was bothering him… what if something happened to her.. and he wasn’t there to save her?
Another flinch of pain.
He barely showed this, just squinted his eyes in a slight twitch, as he began to process all the possibilities…
So many…. possibilities…. that don’t all end well.
Sonic turned back to Amy, shaking his head. “I don’t quite get it…But,” he looked up, giving her a thumbs up, and confident smile.
“I understand you gotta do what’cha gotta do! Hurry back, Amy!” Sonic waved her off and turned, having only for a split second see her smile with genuine love for him.
But he couldn’t look at it for long… he had to turn away… it was necessary.
Everything was pulling him back to her side. She belonged safely there. Not off on her own..
But he knew that everything around him was reassuring him she’d be just fine, he had to get his mind off that and trust her.
After all… she had trusted him to return to everyone’s aid. And he did so.
What constitutes that she won’t do the same?
Shadow and Silver turned to watch him walk away, but only moved when they saw him run towards the teams.
They were assured now he was willing to stick to his decision, and Shadow closed his eyes, almost in a nod, before running ahead of him. Silver, looking oddly guilty for some reason, turned away with his teeth showing in his frown, a harsh look of ‘keeping it together’ for a moment, before he took off ahead of Sonic and up with Shadow too.
Sonic purposefully slowed down, watching the two take off ahead of him, and slowly turned to look back.
She was gone.
‘…Be safe…’ he’s eyes bent to an arch of concern. ‘…Amy…’
He moved his head forward, not giving the intruding thoughts a second more.
Later in the game, Sonic was enraged.
Not only had Silver lied to him to try and keep the mission from failing for the future’s sake, but Amy had allowed her soul to be absorbed to power into a powerful, ancient machine.
This machine could ensure victory in seconds, but Sonic wasn’t willing to go through with it.
Defeating the machine, taking it down before it could fully charge up Amy’s soul-power to attack, he broke the metallic mirror beast into fragments, and when he saw Amy’s image in one, he beat against it.
“Sonic…” Amy’s voice sounded echo-y… it didn’t feel right.
He moved closer to the mirror, breaking any distance between them. “Get out of there! It isn’t safe!”
“Sonic… This is what needs to happens.” Amy nodded, but far in the distance, Shadow had fought Silver in rage, also believing him. He then left him with a threat, and went to try and keep the assault going without Sonic’s help.
Silver, getting up from the ground, coughed in pain at having the wind knocked out of him.
Everyone… walked by him.
He was shunned from the team, but he still felt he only did what was required of him.. to save his future… even if that meant losing an innocent soul…
What was one soul to an entire future of souls?
“I’m so sorry, Amy…” he lowered his head, holding in tears as his shoulders bounced. “I couldn’t let him save you!!!” he slammed his fists to the cold, cracked pavement, letting the black soot of war grip around the side of his glove.
He tightened his fists, letting it scrape back and forth against the pavement as he bent his head down, “But I couldn’t lose this mission… I couldn’t let Blaze… or anyone down!!! Not again!!!”
“AMY!” Sonic saw her fading, as the machine was broken but not completely destroyed yet.
She smiled kindly, “Sonic, all I want to do is help! Even Silver said this was necessary!″
Sonic’s expression was still very intense, as he ducked his head, realizing she wasn’t going to listen to him.
He started smashing into the mirror through his spin-attack, homing around her image as to not crack what little he had to see of her.
She stepped back and looked around, seeing him trying to break in.
“Sonic! No! Don’t-!”
He stopped and pushed against the mirror, feeling some foreign aura from it.
As he strained, he spoke through gritted teeth, “You’ve always been so stubborn, Amy! You know I would never have let you gone through with this. Then why!? When you knew I would be upset! I don’t want to win this war without every one of my friends safe and sound beside me. We were suppose to win this together! Amy!!!” he shoved the shard of the mirror again, ramming into it, starting to get desperate. “Fight!!”
She did nothing, but watched in touched horror as he kept attacking the mirror, doing everything in his power… just to save her…
“Sonic…” she started tearing up.
“If…” he started shaking against the mirror.
He put his hands up, leaning his head down and upon it’s reflective surface, his face not even present in it, but just her image… her hand against the mirror…
He placed his head right upon it, before his voice turned cold and almost sounding betrayed…
“If you love me…” he began, “You wouldn’t do this…. not to me.”
Her eyes shook.
The mirror began to quake.
Suddenly, Amy summoned her hammer and smashed from the inside of the mirror, struggling as she looked behind her, seeing a light coming for her.
He looked up, a broken man before seeing her struggling, the fear in her eyes at the light coming to engulf her.
He once again took a powerful swing at the mirror, looking serious and dead-bent on not failing her, or his team, ever again!
Suddenly, the mirror broke and Amy leaped out.
Her body was spiritual, not physical, so when she went to embrace him, and him her, to grab her and carry her far away from here… from danger…
Her body faded and disappeared.
In shock, he looked around himself, only having caught air.
“I’m here!” Amy called, as he gripped his chest, breathing out a second in shock.
He couldn’t hear it.. but he felt the words come to his mind.
He looked up but was sucked into the mirror.
Within the mirror world, Sonic had to the fight the being that first drew Amy in, deluding her with lies that this was the only way she could save her friends, and this angered Sonic, immensely… cause this ‘being’ had convinced her that Sonic would have honored her deed, and understood it.
“Like heck I would have!” he drew back a fist, and broke the mirror containing the ancient machine’s being, an old spirit who last sacrificed himself for his people when it was first made.
He escaped the mirror world, realizing how Amy may be feeling now, before suddenly getting a swarm of images, memories that he didn’t own, and feelings that were also not his own.
The connection he felt with Amy was unbearable. He didn’t like having two sets of thoughts, feelings, memories,…even desires..
He shook his head, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude Amy, but…” A memory from her flashed through his mind, and a feeling of joy he had never felt before, a silly emotion, so it seemed, of butterflies and energy swarmed up his chest and flushed all other thoughts out of his mind.
Was this how Amy felt when she was around him?
“But cut it out!” Sonic stopped, shaking his head profusely. “Ugh… I think I’m gonna be sick…” he gripped his stomach, not liking all the different sets of emotional and mental strain having two souls inside him was doing.
“Just pipe down a moment and I’ll get you back to-”
He was amazed to see Tails, and the rest of the team by Amy’s body.
“…Everyone…” he was shocked to see them.
They turned around, smiling calmly to him.
Tails walked forward, speaking first. “We couldn’t continue without you. Both of you.” He nodded, and Sonic smiled, putting a hand to his shoulder, and nodding.
Amy was deeply touched, and Sonic could feel it.
He smiled wider, knowing she would want him to say something on her behalf.
But they didn’t know about her being a soul and all that…
He just simply closed his eyes, looking a bit awkward as he stated, “She would appreciate that, Tails.”
Sonic walked over to her, and bent down by her bodies side.
“Anything?” he wasn’t sure if her soul was just going to spring out of him back into her body, and waited as Tails pulled out the Miles Electric.
“W-woah!” Tails was shocked, seeing signatures that read two different wave lengths inside of Sonic’s being.
A wave length did leave Sonic, giving him some relief, but was torn between the space of him and the resting body.
“Ah! It looks like she’s trying to wake up!” Tails looked down, along with the rest of the team, trying to see if she’d be okay.
She squirmed, calling for Sonic gently as he bent over and gripped her hand.
“I’m here, Amy… I’m right here…”
The subtle touch made the aura stronger, as she smiled, able to speak more audiably.
“I can’t… I can’t fully feel…” she felt blind, like she couldn’t hear, only understanding him through their rare connection.
Tails was trying to read what he was seeing, but couldn’t understand.
“It got stronger the closer you were to her, but… Ah! It’s moving away!”
The aura was being pulled back into Sonic, as he slightly panicked, getting closer to her.
“Amy… Hang on!”
“She’s losing it!”
The teammates looked away, thinking the worst was bound to happen.
They had lost… so many…. along the way… they were the few left to defend the world now.
Amy slowly stirred at the closeness, but her soul couldn’t fully attach.
Again… that strange feeling…
Sonic bent down slower.
“The readings! They’re off the-!”
There was a light press as Sonic once again felt the relief of her soul leaving his presence, and hoped this meant she had fully returned.
The party all turned to stare once again, before a wild cheer was had when Amy opened her eyes, Sonic fully leaned back, and resting as he knew she’d be alright now.
Shadow and Silver had carried out the mission with their bare hands, but were about to fall to exhaustion and face their demise till the team showed up.
After the final battle, Silver was shocked that not only did they succeed, but they succeeded without Amy being lost.
“That’s… that’s not…” Silver was glad, don’t get him wrong, but he couldn’t fathom how it worked out.
“There are…urk..” Shadow strained, laying down on the grass where the team had placed the two to recover. “Many … possibilities… in this world. Life times… change… destinies… rewritten..” he fought the pain, as his body began to hyper-regenerate itself.
Sonic had come back after seeing Tails and Amy had already returned to help Silver and Shadow, before Amy turned around, gasping at Sonic being alright, and racing across towards him.
He nervously smiled, then stepped back a few times, holding his arms out to brace for impact…
She collided into his arms, laughing as he turned his face to avoid hers, but kept his eyes bent in care for her well-being, chuckling in his nerves.
“I’m so glad you didn’t risk your soul! I’m sorry, Sonic! I had to break out! I had to prove that I-!”
Suddenly, she was cut off when Sonic returned her nuzzling for a brief moment, before looking away.
“I-I-I’m glad you’re safe too.” he looked away, his mouth turning to a slight swiggle as he spoke.
She blinked her eyes, not fully understanding or having it click in her mind before a huge, open grin crossed her face once more.
She lovingly looked to her hero before closing her eyes and lowering her eyelids, seeing that things may change for the better now that he had experienced her feelings and thoughts from before.
Maybe… this meant he also understood why she did what she did.
Suddenly, she turned away to see Shadow trying to lean up, before falling back in down in exhaustion.
“Huh?” Sonic, not liking the sudden ‘shift’ of her attention looked shocked with blinks of confusion at how fast Amy left the situation.
He hadn’t had much time with her other than helping her to ‘wake up’ so to speak, and frowned a bit as he walked after her to Shadow’s side.
She bent down by Shadow’s side, as he looked up, smiling.
“Heh, I just knew they couldn’t kill you.” he smirked, before feeling the pain spike up his back again. “Ugh…. you’re too stubborn to lie down.”
She grinned warmly to him, before tried to help him get up.
He patted his hand in the air, a motion for her to leave him be, and slowly rose up, before falling back down. “D…Darn it.” his eyebrow twitched as he held his chest for a second.
“Just let yourself rest..” Amy gently lowered him down, as he didn’t have much chance to put up a fight about it. “It’s not that you’re weak, you’re just spent. So no complaining or beating yourself up over this! Okay?”
Sonic folded his arms… looking away with a slight pout on his face.
Seeing his reaction, Shadow smirked, knowing the hero was probably wanting some time with Amy.. Alone… without distraction.
He looked to Amy, “Did you know how Sonic revived you? I think you would be.. erk! …hah….hah… interested… to know…”
It was probably the only act of kindness Shadow would do for Sonic, and he mostly did it for Amy’s sake.
He had grown fond of her positive but forth-going attitude, and knew that in some ways… she was perfect for Sonic’s weaknesses and flaws.
She complimented what he couldn’t have on his own, and gave him strengths he couldn’t have possessed without her influence in his life.
Shadow felt that first hand, but didn’t say anything.
Sonic flinched at his words, leaning back, his spines bristling upwards.
“S-Shadow!” he looked like he was trying to threaten him. “Don’t you dare!”
“Huh?” Amy blinked.
“Just like a fairytale… he bent down… and kissed you alive.” Shadow closed his eyes, before breathing hard and seeing Sonic point a finger at him, only one eye slightly opened as a wicked grin spread across Shadow’s face.
Sonic had leaned down to him, “I’ll get you for this!” he whispered, before waving his hands to Amy and stepping back, seeing her lean forward with excitement and get up, rushing after him, hands behind her back, humming as if wanting him to admit it.
“Is that so..?” she giggled, as Sonic nervously tried to sway her away.
“N-now Amy, Shadow probably just saw things! You can’t take his word for it-Eeee!” he dashed off, as Amy laughed and took off after him, calling his name as she usually, fondly, did.
Shadow’s ears turned slightly, as he smiled and closed his eyes.
“He’s not moving… nearly as fast… as he could be. Heh. So I was right.” he strained to get up again, not having Amy as his annoying nurse anymore, he was glad by the sounds of the sweeped passed bushes that Sonic was only fibbing his fears..
He was skillfully leading her away from the open eyes of the crowd…
“You… did that… for them to be alone?” Silver looked confused, also trying to lean up.
Shadow kept a smile before it faded, “I owed her one.”
Silver didn’t get it, but looked away, still feeling guilty.
“Don’t worry..” Shadow got up, feeling more strength as his body quickly began to mend itself. “I won’t tell her of your deceit.”
“She may have figured it out by now…” Silver looked away.
“Or she’ll think it was her own fluke. A stroke of bad luck. Don’t say anything and you’ll be fine.” Shadow glared, still not forgiving him, but accepting that Silver wasn’t a bad guy.
Later that day… Sonic struggled as Amy had ‘caught’ up to him, and tackled him down to the ground with mini-kisses all over his face.
He alluded any ‘real’ ones but seemed to try and push her off, ducking, turning, doing whatever he could to avoid the doting on and kicking his legs as if to escape.
Suddenly, the speaker on his communicator turned on that was attached to his wrist.
Suddenly, his expression of uncomfortability faded and he looked quite normal, turning to answer the call. “What is it?”
“Sonic! The others are heading back, you should too!”
“Oh… Can’t do, Tails.”
Amy leaned back, a little surprised to hear that.
“Amy’s got herself into trouble again. Don’t worry! Nothing too big I can’t handle. Anyway, I’ll bring her back soon. Until then, I’m busy.”
Sonic clicked the communicator off and quickly shot himself back to his back, as if still ‘imprisioned’ or ‘stuck’ under her.
“.. Trouble?” Amy smiled, raising an eyebrow as she wondered if this meant…
“…Well,-” Sonic leaned up, close to her.
“You aren’t now… not yet.” His expression suddenly shifted.
Her eyes widened and her face blushed.
(A combination of daydreams I had. WAY AU, lol. I need to start writing back in Canon again.. it’s just.. less fun XD but more realistic of them. Thanks for letting me write it, precious anon!)
I have this theory about wearing all black to art museums,
You see, black absorbs all, light and color,
It renders me as a part of the background -
Not to distract from the surrounding art and beauty,
Leaving me as a reflection of nothing
So that artists may make their impressions on me.
Dressing in black, I hope, will help me to absorb all:
but most importantly,
I step out of the vehicle and onto the steps,
Waiting for you to arrive.
I see you show up, swarmed in color.>
I live in contrast.
We walk about the halls and walls,
Admiring the art that adorns them.
How you can seem so much more like the shadow the darkness of my clothes resembles
As you tiptoe,
and sneakily wander about my figure,
and become a figurative reminder for the darkness within myself.
I sometimes forget the intention of dressing
In a color so susceptible to the artistic minds surrounding me
It appears art is not the only thing this darkness can be influenced by.
I wear it to remember,
To immerse myself completely into new experiences
Now look how much time I’ve spent trying to forget
Your breath on the back of my neck
As you whispered rhymes into my ears -
How much time I’ve spent crafting better responses
Than a resonant gulp
And a thought caught in my throat.
I don’t remember the art of the culture,
But simply a feeling,
A sensation associated with the entire experience.
I don’t remember your words precisely,
But the sound of your voice is forever etched into the forefront of my memory.
I remember how you laughed at me
When you asked me why I dressed the way I had,
I told you:
I have this theory about wearing all black to art museums,
But that was ridiculous, you said,
And you were right,
Because every memory I have left from that day
Has been ridiculed and replayed
And honestly, most days, I wish I didn’t still remember.
I used to have this theory about wearing all black to art museums,
But since, I have decided to leave my impressions on others
And stop leaving the susceptibility of my being up to chance
Of anyone who may pass me by.
It’s time to live in color.
“A Theory In Art,” by Grazia Curcuru, performed at the BLFAC Session II Talent Show 2016
the pacific highway is constantly upgrading. the roadworks never end. the road stretches into the distance, quiet. there are no workers, but the machines still dig.
you log into facebook. people you may know has updated. a girl is friends with your cousin. your cousin is friends with your boss. your boss is friends with the girl’s brother. they all live three hours away. they all know who you are. you do not know them.
Grafton is inland, but there is nothing to the east. do not ask what is there, only pray you will never find out.
city people ask you where you’re from. you tell them the name of your town. they have never heard of it. neither have you.
the villages on the coast brag about the beach. you visit, once. the ground is covered in sand. seagulls tear hot chips from your fingers.the people are covered in sand too. none of them wear shoes. there is a vacancy in their eyes.
don’t linger too long at the Taree service center. everybody is dressed in yellow and red. the town is yellow and red. yellow and red sponsors the town. yellow and red owns the town. yellow and red is the town. Taree is McDonalds.
the islands off the coast are empty. only one has a lighthouse. we say nobody lives there. we know that it blinks at night.
choosing a university is difficult, even with your regional points. you could brave the cold winters of Armidale, or escape to the drunk paradise of the Gold Coast. quick, you only have 3 seconds to decide, or Lismore will be your only option.
Mullumbimby doesn’t exist. Iggy Azalea never grew up there. The beaches were beautiful, but it couldn’t escape the shame. Mullumbimby doesn’t exist.
the Great Dividing Range looms over you. waterfall way is the only way up to Dorrigo. your parents warn you never to go west alone.
state of origin night, and all the houses are painted blue. all the faces are painted blue. except for the children. they don maroon. they have never known victory.
your local shopping centre has no escalators, if you even have one at all. you buy your clothes from target country. unless you live in Coffs Harbour. in that case, good luck.
it’s July, and the hipsters, goths, indie girls, and tired dads swarm up the highway. they ask you for directions. splendour, they say. it’s in the grass. you only nod blankly. there is no splendour here. only mud, and rain.
there’s a roundabout in the middle of the highway. and a 40km school zone. this is the main route between Brisbane and Sydney. only the strong will survive Urunga to Nambucca.
Russell Crowe’s house in Nana Glen is empty. he only ventures home to visit his parents. there is nobody living there, but that doesn’t stop the sightings.
You visit Casino for Beef Week. You see the Beef Queen crowned. You clap, as the cows surround the regent. All hail the queen of beef.
you wait at your local bus stop, for the once-a-day service. it never comes. it was never going to.
working a shift at your local bowling club, you notice the customers ageing. they age, and you are afraid. everyone is old. they all order chicken schnitzel. you must send them to Port Macquarie. it is the only place for them.
everybody loves the big banana. you are proud of the big banana. everybody wants to visit the big banana. nobody wants to leave the big banana. nobody is allowed to leave the big banana. everybody want to stay at the big banana. everybody must stay at the big banana. it’s a whole bunch of fun.
you moved to the north coast when you were young. you know your way around. it becomes your home. soon, you forget any other places exist. you stop visiting Brisbane or Sydney. you have never been further north than byron bay, never past the nymboida, you are scared to step foot in forster-tuncurry. you were born on the north coast.
After graduating with a computer engineering degree, you joined NYPD much to the confusion of your friends and family.
You had accidentally stumbled upon a lunch lecture one day between your classes. A Captain Donald Cragen was speaking about the different departments and duties of the NYPD. You were so interested in his lecture, you missed your next class.
You spent a few years on the force, deciding which department to transfer to. Your partner suggested that you join the Information Technology Bureau for a bit before going to SVU. “They deal with a lot of cyber crimes now. If you go to ITB first, they’re more likely to accept your transfer.”
You agreed and spent another few years at ITB.
But as time went on, you were getting more and more eager to join the team that you heard Captain Cragen talk about back in your college days.
The next day, you submitted your application.
Weeks passed before you got a call from a Lieutenant Benson. “I’ve been looking over your application, and I have to say I’m interested in adding a detective with your technology skills to my team. Could you come by tomorrow? I’d like to talk to you more about your possible role here.”
You met with the Lieutenant, Olivia, just as planned. She told you how she followed up on you, calling your superiors and co-workers to ask about you. “They all said good things. And your current boss told me why it would be a good idea to add you to my team. We’ve been dealing with a lot of cyber crimes lately and to have someone in the field who can do these things quickly instead of requesting and waiting for a tech team seems like the logical choice.” Olivia took off her glasses to look you straight in the eye. “But what I want to know is why do you want to join SVU? It’s not an easy career change.”
You turned a bit shy but pushed forward with your answer. “When I was in college, a Captain Cragen told us about SVU. I couldn’t help but think if I was there working with him, I could have helped and saved people faster for you guys.”
You weren’t sure what it was about your answer, but Olivia accepted you on the spot.
Your first day was a bit of a whirlwind. Carisi brought in a guy who had a shady record but nothing major. Once he was questioned, the man let it slip that his phone may have something on it.
“Think you can crack it?” Carisi wondered curiously.
“Easy.” You responded, holding out your hand for Carisi to place the phone.
Carisi smirked, handing it over to you as you walked over to your desk. As you sat down, you saw Rollins hit Carisi over the back of the head. You looked at them confused but Rollins waved you off as Carisi tried fixing his hair while fighting off a blush.
Later, Barba asked Olivia if you could testify as an expert in a case he had that afternoon. She asked if you were up for it and you were not one to turn down your new authority. Carisi asked if he could go with you to help give you a few pointers and let you know how things worked. Olivia agreed with him as Barba rolled his eyes behind her.
While making your way up the courthouse steps, Barba let you know that you were not to speak to any reporters before, during, or after a case. Apparently there were some real snakes waiting for an officer to slip up so they could have a story.
A commotion began behind the three of you at the top of the steps. “And that would be the Defense.” Barba commented. “They adore the limelight.”
Reporters swarmed up the steps to get a few words from the counselor and his client. The lawyer was grinning ear from ear, excited to have an audience.
With your back to them, you heard Carisi let out deep breath. Followed by him a sarcastic ‘yes, counselor?’. You turned back around.
Barba quirked a brow. “Really, Carisi?”
“What are you two talking about?” You questioned.
“Nothing, it’s nothing. Shouldn’t we be getting inside too?” Sonny rushed past the both of you.
“Is he always this…” You gestured toward the tall detective, words failing how to describe the situation.
“No. He’s just a bit… excited today.” Barba smirked.
With the afternoon’s court session done, Barba told you and Carisi to sneak out. The defendant caused a scene and surely the press had already heard about the altercation. “The less they know, the better. Tell Liv I’ll call her later.”
Carisi suggested the stairs and take a back door.
By the time you reached the last flight of stairs, you went to open the door only to find it stuck. You turned back around to ask if Carisi knew of another exit but stopped yourself short when he had to look up to your face instead of your backside.
“Detective?” You asked.
“Won’t happen again, ma’am.” Sonny flushed, completely embarrassed he was finally caught.