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Against All Odds pt. 7 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

SHE LIVES!!!!!! Hey guys sorry it's been awhile!! This semester is crazy!! I got a little time off and was finally able to work on some writing!! I am still getting back into the swing of it so I am so sorry if this isn't my best quality!!

Warnings: more angst, allusions to SA

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

word count: 4000+ (shorter again, I know but I wanted to do the whole ambush part and the suburbs part together in one part, so the next one should be longer, but it may not be out until closer to Christmas once the semester is over)

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After we had all gotten a chance to clean up, Joel decided to go out and see if he could get the truck started. Meanwhile, I went around the kitchen seeing if there was anything salvageable to bring with us.

“Truck’s ready.” Joel said as he walked in.

“Good, I found a few cans of food in here. I figured I could check the garage too before we left.”

He nodded before turning around and walking back out. I turned to Ellie who was throwing her bag back on.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yup. I’ll help you look in the garage when we get out there.” She said as we headed for the door.

“Thanks.”

We got to the truck and tossed our bags in before taking one last good look around. There wasn’t much out here in all honesty. I was ready to just get in the truck and leave when Ellie called me over.

“Hey, I found some more cans over here!” She hollered causing Joel and I to walk over.

“What‘cha got?” I asked.

“I found a few things, they were all under that crusty shirt.” She said pointing to it.

When I saw it, my eyes almost bulged out of my head. I knew where that shirt came from, and it belonged to the man standing beside me who had a similar expression on his face.

“Ellie, go wash your hands, we’ll get the cans.” I said and she gave me a weird look, “Just go do it.”

She shrugged and did as I said.

“Huh, never really expected to see that again.” Joel said tossing the shirt aside.

“Yeah, me neither… Do you think Bill or Frank ever found it?” I asked.

He only shrugged and started grabbing the cans to put in the truck. So much for a conversation.

When Ellie got back, we loaded up the truck with everything we were taking. Joel got into the driver's seat, and Ellie got in behind him. Out of instinct, I went to get in the backseat with Ellie. I had never actually ridden up front ever. I was still in a car seat when the outbreak happened and then anytime I rode in a vehicle after that, I was always in the back.

“What are you doing?” Joel asked.

“What?”

“Get up front.” He nodded to the vacant seat beside him.

I shut the door and went to get in the front seat, “This is weird.” I commented but to tell the truth, I was kinda excited to ride up front.

“Both of you buckle up.” Joel said, as he started the truck.

“What?” Ellie asked.

“This thing.” I showed her mine that I had pulled down.

She glanced around herself before Joel turned around in his seat and reached back to help her out. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, it was really such a dad thing to do, but I tried not to dwell on it too much knowing it would only make me sad. Subconsciously, my hand went to my stomach.

“Is it safe?” I asked as he pulled out of the garage.

“Hm?”

“Riding in the front when you’re pregnant, is it safe?” I clarified.

“You think I would tell you to if it wasn't?” He asked as we began to drive away from the house.

I shrugged and reached up to open the glove compartment. I found a cassette tape in it. It was too faded to read what was written on the side. I shrugged and opened it anyway.

“What are you doing?” Joel asked.

“Road tunes.” I said as I put it in.

An old song started playing that I vaguely recognized. I reached up to change it to see what else was on it, but Joel stopped me.

“No leave it, leave it. This is good. This is Linda Ronstadt. Do you know who that is?”

“I don’t.” Ellie said from the backseat.

“I’ve heard of her… I think my mom used to listen to her… This song sounds a little familiar.” I said.

We pulled up to the gate and Joel stopped. He took a deep breath before pressing the button to open it. The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across Joel’s face. I rested my head against the window as we drove. As the song got to the chorus I heard the familiar words “And I think I'm gonna love you, For a long long time” I couldn’t help but think of Joel… and as I sat there, eyes closed, I allowed myself to pretend, even for just a moment that everything was normal… that Joel and I were together, the outbreak never happened, maybe even we were the same age, going home to tell my parents about the baby, his daughter-no our daughters- sitting in the backseat. It felt so right. It felt like a dream… too good to be true.

Progress was slow. Once every hour or so, we were having to stop to siphon gas out of abandoned cars. During one of our stops, I was looking at the map trying to help refine our route. I traced my pinky over a route that would take us longer but would ultimately be safer.

“Why don’t we follow that one? 84?” Ellie asked pointing to a different interstate.

“Because 84 goes to Hartford, the QZ there is in shambles. We’re trying to avoid it, but not take forever… so I’m thinking… stay here on 90, avoid Connecticut all altogether… only issue is, it does take us further North… so it’s going to take us even longer…” I said, scanning the map for any alternatives.

“Well, we’re already taking forever, stopping every hour.” Ellie said with a sigh as she sat back in her seat.

“I know, but we have to.” I said with a similar sigh just as Joel opened the door.

“We have to what?” He asked, starting the truck again.

“Stop every hour for gas.” I said.

“But why? I thought cars were supposed to be useful. This just seems like a major inconvenience.”

“They were. 20 years ago. But gas breaks down over time… the stuff I’m siphoning out of these cars is practically just water now. So to keep the truck going, gotta make stops. But it beats walking there.”

“I think found us a route to take. It takes us North a bit, but it’ll avoid Conetticet completely. I think it’s worth it if it means we avoid Hartford.”

“Let me see.”

I showed him and to my surprise, he agreed it was the best option.

“We got maybe two hours left of daylight… I wanna get past Springfield at least.” He said.

I nodded and soon we were on the road again. We had already cycled through the tape and were now riding in an awkward silence. I glanced behind me at Ellie to see what she was doing and found her reading a book.

“Whatcha reading?”

She held it up to show me, “‘No Pun Intended: Volume Too’ by Will Livingston,” She said with a smile, “Get it? Volume Too.”

“Jesus.” I heard Joel sigh under his breath, hearing our conversation.

“Is there some good stuff in there?” I asked.

She nodded and then scanned the page she was on to find a worthy joke, “Oh here, it doesn’t matter how hard you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationary.”

I smiled, it was cheesy but good.

“What did the mermaid wear to her math class?... An Alge Bra!” She said, laughing a little at it.

I laughed some too and glanced over at Joel, he was shaking his head slightly, clearly not amused by the jokes.

“I stayed up all night wondering where the sun had gone-” Ellie began another joke.

I knew this one and decided to push Joel’s buttons, just a little.

“But then it dawned on me!” I said with Ellie.

“No way, you know that one?” Ellie said.

Joel looked over at me still not amused, “You can ride in the back.” He said.

“You’re such a stick in the mud, you know that?” I said to him.

Thankfully Ellie got the hint that that was enough jokes for now and closed her book in favor of looking at what we were driving past. Both sides of the roads were covered in cars that had been forced off the road.

“Must have been some truck.” Ellie said.

“Yeah, they used to stick big-ass plows on them, and clear the roads for their tanks and such.” Joel said, not even glancing away from the road in font of him.

“I wanna see a tank!” Ellie said.

“I don’t.” I commented, talks usually didn’t mean good news.

“You will. Tanks, choppers, all that stuff. But they’ll fight the wrong enemies. Just scattered around now.” He said, clearly bringing a heavier tone to our conversation than Ellie was wanting because she quickly changed the topic.

“Oh yeah, I found this…” She said leaning forward and holding a new cassette tape in her hand, “This make you feel all nostalgic?”

Joel glanced at it, “This is actually before my time.”

“Great, even older, old music.” She said, sitting back.

“It’s a winner though.” Joel said, putting it in.

“Found something else too.” Ellie said, pulling out a magazine from under the seat.

She opened it and scanned the pages, “It’s light on the reading but it has some interesting pictures.”

At that Joel and I both looked back to see what she had found.

“No, no, no. Put that back.” Joel said immediately, meanwhile, I was just trying not to laugh.

During the whole exchange, I was just trying not to laugh, but then I was sent over the edge when I heard Ellie say, “Why are all these pages stuck together?”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I started laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe. What made it even better was Joel trying to come up with a response. He stumbled over his words and couldn’t get an answer to form.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya.” Ellie said, before scooting over to the window and tossing it out.

I was in tears by this point.

“Dude, chill, you’re gonna piss yourself.” Ellie said.

“I’m trying not to.” I said, whipping the tears from my eyes.

After that, the drive died down. Every so often we would comment on what we saw. We passed some wild buffalo that had roamed more and more since the outbreak. We passed an old amusement park. You could see the old rollercoasters still standing tall. I had always wanted to ride one, but never got to. Joel told us about a few that he had been on when he and his brother went to Six Flags Fiesta Texas, a couple of my brothers had been there before too, I was just too little to go with them. Later on we saw the tanks that Joel promised. And just like the hundreds of cars we had passed, they were left abandoned on the side of the road.

I was grateful when Joel announced that we had done enough driving for the day and pulled the truck off the main road, across a field, and into the tree line to keep us hidden. I got out and stretched. Sitting all day had made my knees stiff.

“I’m gonna make us some food.” Joel said and I nodded.

“I’m going to go find a place to pee.” I said, walking the other way.

When I got back I could smell the food and it made my stomach rumble.

“What is that?” I asked, walking over to stand by Joel.

“20-year-old Chef Boyardee ravioli.” He said.

“Could’ve left out the ‘20-year-old’ part.” I said, taking a seat.

“You can raid what we have, it’s slim pickings though, but I guess if the smell or something is already making you feel sick.” He said.

“Oh, no, I feel fine. It smells really good actually.” I said, happy that I didn’t feel like I was going to puke anytime soon.

“Good. Here.” He said scooping some out and handing it to me, “Ellie, come eat.” He called the young girl over.

Ellie took her portion and sat down with it then immediately dug in.

“Slow down some.” Joel said.

“This is good stuff, what is it?” She asked between bites.

“Chef Boyardee.”

“That guy was good.” She said, shoving another bite into her mouth.

“I actually agree.”

“Me too.” I nodded, taking a bite of my own.

“So… how long we staying out here?” Ellie asked.

“I figured I sleep tonight and drive tomorrow, all day, all night, get us to Wyoming by next mornin’.” Joel said.

It wasn’t a bad plan, I just didn’t know if he’d be able to stay up that long without dosing off. Ellie must have thought the same thing.

“Why doesn’t Yn take a shift driving? I feel like that’s a lot of driving for just one person.” She said.

“I don’t know how to… well, I know the logistics of it, but I’ve never actually done it before. And don’t think right now is the time for driving lessons.” I said.

She nodded before firing off another question, “Can we start a fire? I’m freezing.”

I already knew the answer but Joel beat me to it, “Now why am I going to tell you no?”

“Because infected will see the smoke.” She said with a sigh.

“Fungus ain’t that smart.” He shot back.

“We’re too remote now for infected.” I chimed in.

“Okay, so people?” She asked and we nodded, “So what are they gonna do? Rob us?”

“Oh, they’ll have way more in mind than that.” Joel said.

Ellie nodded, understanding what he meant. A young girl, a woman in her 20s, and an older man wouldn’t be much of a fight against raiders, and if a big enough group got to us and overwhelmed us, they could easily have their way with any of us. It was a scary thought, but it was just the reality of what could happen.

Conversation died off after that and we finished our meal in quietness. Then after that, we got ready to settle down for the night. We each grabbed a sleeping bag and brought them over to the lantern to set up.

“Actually smells pretty good.” Ellie commented as she laid her’s out.

“That would be Frank’s then.” Joel said.

“That would mean you have Bill’s.” I said, popping the tag off of mine. I had found an unused one in one of Bill’s supply stashes.

I hesitated as I thought about where to lay mine out. Yes Joel and I had a few moments today where we seemed like our old selves before we knew about the baby, but I wasn’t 100% sure where we were overall and I didn’t want to test my luck. So, I opted not to lay mine right next to his. We all got settled in and Ellie turned off the light.

I was just about asleep when I heard Ellie call out for Joel.

“Joel? Can I ask you a serious question?” She said.

I was worried that something was wrong.

“Yeah.”

She took a deep breath and sighed, “Why did the scarecrow get an award?” She asked.

There was a few beats of silence before Joel spoke up, “Because he was outstanding in his field.”

I could see him fighting a smile.

“You dick!” Ellie said with a laugh, “Did you read this?”

“No.” Joel said, suppressing a laugh as he rolled over to but his back to us, “Now go to sleep. Both of you.”

It was quiet for a few moments before Ellie spoke once again, “Those people you said… there’s no way anyone knows we’re here, right? No one’s going to find us.”

“No one’s gonna find us.” Joel confirmed.

“Okay.” Ellie said quietly.

I fell sleep soon after that but was woken up only a few hours later. It was still dark out. I rolled over and saw Joel’s sleeping bag was empty. I glanced around and found him standing watch. I quietly got up and walked over to him, making sure not to startle him.

“You should be asleep.” He said.

“So should you.” I commented.

He was silent for a moment, “I couldn’t… just paranoid, I guess.”

I nodded. In the short time she’s been with us, I could tell the effect it had on Joel. I knew about Sarah. And I could tell that having Ellie around was bringing that all back to him.

“Hey, we’ll be okay. Alright?” I said gently as I hugged onto his arm and laid my head on his shoulder.

I could feel the way he relaxed some and let a sigh. After a few minutes of standing there with him a yawn escaped my lips.

“You should go back to bed. I’m gonna stay up. Just in case. We’ll stop again tomorrow night and just get to Wyoming the next day.” He said.

“Okay.” I let go of his arm only for him to catch me by the wrist gently.

“I love you, you know that right?” He asked.

I nodded, “I love you too, Joel.” I said quietly.

And I meant it. Despite the shit show we’ve been through the past few days, I did still love him. I knew we would figure this all out eventually. It would take time, but we’d get there, together. I went back to my sleeping bag and slid back into it. When I woke back up the next morning, Joel was already heating up coffee on the camping stove. Ellie was just waking up as well. About 30 minutes later, we were loaded back up and on the road again.

Joel had poured the coffee into thermos to drink on the road. In the past, I would’ve happily shared it with him. But now the smell was revolting almost. Ellie seemed to agree.

“Is that seriously what the Starbucks in the QZ used to sell?” She asked, clearly disgusted.

“Well, theirs was a lot fresher than what Bill saved up, but yeah, this what they sold.” Joel said.

“Smells like burnt shit.” Ellie said.

“Yeah, it’s gross.”

“You love coffee.” Joel said.

I shook my head, “Not anymore.”

“Alright, eyes on the map, where am I heading?”

“Keep headin' south until we hit 78, that will get us to 76, then from there we’ll get to 70 west which we will stay on for pretty much ever.” I said.

Joel nodded.

“Where in Wyoming did you say your brother was?” Ellie asked.

“Last contact came through a radio tower close to Cody.” Joel said.

I scanned the map to find it and once I did I held it up to show her.

“Wow that is deep in there… And what if he’s not there?” She asked.

“Then odds are he’ll be near a settlement, probably close to another city out there. Ain’t too many of ‘em in Wyoming.”

She nodded and I thought, more so hoped, that would be the end of her questions. I knew this was a touchy subject for Joel and I really didn’t want to upset him.

“What’s his name?” She asked.

“Who’s name?”

“Your brother.”

“Tommy.” He said.

“Younger or older?” She fired off another question at him.

“Younger.” “Why isn’t he with you?”

I watched Joel for his reaction to this question.

“Long story.”

“Is it longer than 25 hours? ‘Cause I think that’s what we got.” She asked.

I could tell Joel was considering his options of telling her or not. To my surprise, he began telling her about how he was a “joiner.” He told her that he enlisted in the Army right out of high school. Then after the outbreak, Tommy was the one who convinced Joel to join a group that was heading to Boston. He told her how Tommy met Marleen and how she convinced him to join the Fireflies. But last he heard he had quit that too and he was alone and that is why Joel was heading out there, to go get him.

“If you don’t think there’s hope in the world, why bother going on?” Ellie asked.

Joel glanced over at me for the briefest second before answering, “You haven’t seen the world, so you don’t know.”

“You keep going for family. That’s about it.” He added.

“I’m not family.” Ellie pointed out.

“No, you’re cargo. And I made a promise to Tess. And she was like family.”

I could tell the conversion was making him shut down.

“What if you don’t find him?” Ellie asked.

It was a legitimate question. One that I was too scared to ever dare ask.

“I will.” Joel said firmly.

“How do you know?”

“I’m persistent.”

That shut the conversation right down.

“Hey Ellie, we got up pretty early. You can take a nap back there if you want.” I said.

“I’m not even tired.” She said.

But sure enough after about 30 min of silence, she was out.

“Are you okay?” I asked Joel.

He sighed, “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

He only nodded.

I decided to drop it, he had already shut down, and there was no point in making it worse. Instead, I opted to also get some rest. Later that day, Joel had changed his mind and continued driving through the night.

I could never fall asleep very long. I ended up dosing off and on throughout the night. When I woke up again, the sun had risen and we were approaching a city. Ahead of us was an overpass tunnel and from the looks of it, it was blocked.

“Where are we?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Kansas City. Wait here.” Joel said, turning off the truck and going to get out but I stopped him.

“Joel, we are way too close to the city for you to go out there alone.” I said, worried about Infected or even other people attacking him.

“I’ll be fine.” He said and got out, then he grabbed the rifle from the back seat.

I watched anxiously as he got closer to the tunnel. There could be anything in there. After a couple minutes of looking, he began making his way back. I didn’t take my eyes off him until he was back in the car.

“Now what?” I asked.

He grabbed the map to look for an alternate route.

“Screw it.” He said tossing me the map.

“What’s the plan?” I asked.

“We go back a ways, get off the highway, come back down, take the next ramp. Puts us back on the road, 5 minutes tops.” He said.

I sat quietly as he drove but I began to grow wary as we got deeper and deeper into the city.

“Where the fuck is the highway?” He asked.

“I’m trying Joel!” I said looking between the map and the signs we were passing. They were all so faded it was nearly impossible to figure out where we were and him yelling at me wasn’t helping.

“Quit looking at the state map!”

“Joel, I am trying my fucking best! Quit yelling at me, I’m already freaked out as it is being this far into the goddamn city!” I shot back.

“Well we wouldn’t be if you could just give me directions!”

“I thought you had a fucking plan? 5 minutes tops, remember?!” I shot back.

Suddenly Ellie yelled from the back seat, “Stop!”

We did and turned to see what was wrong.

“Is that the QZ? Where the fuck is FEDRA?” She asked.

Sure enough to our left was the entrance to the QZ with its gates wide open.

“We need to get the fuck out of here.” I said.

“Hey! Please help!” We all turned to the front to see an injured man stumbling towards us.

“Both of you seatbelts, now.” Joel said, putting his own on too.

“Aren’t we gonna help him?” Ellie asked, clearly confused.

“No.” Joel and I both said.

Joel turned the car to try and get away from him. I was scanning the area for anyone else, knowing it was a trap.

“Joel!” Was all I was able to yell as I saw a guy throw a cinder block from a fire escape.

It hit our windshield and shattered it. Joel kept driving. We ran over something and I could feel the car drop as it popped the tires. Then another man stepped out in front of us and began shooting. Joel swerved the truck to the left. I only caught a glimpse of the glass window before we went straight through it. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact I knew was coming.

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The Last Hello | Mat Barzal

summary: it’s been two months since you last saw Mat. but what happens when you are both in important roles in the event and Mat had been doing som personal evaluating.

request: yes/no

warnings: sad Mat, no real ending, slight use of strong language

word count:3.1k

authors note/ ending went to crap as I am tried so pls excuse any typos cause this wasn’t beta read. This is sort of a part two for The Last Goodbye, but I won’t make a series as this is the last part. both parts came be read separately but they make more sense in the way suggested (pt 1 then pt2). To the person who wanted Wedding Mat I didn’t know if you had a preference for whether or not he was the groom. So if I’ve gotten it majorly wrong just let me know and I’ll write you a new piece!

pt 1

You wondered if you would have been seen as a bitch if you didn’t show up.

Sure you were the maid of honour, and sure you had said you could survive seeing Mat for a whole week again but that didn’t mean that you thought you could actually do it.

You hadn’t seen Mat in over two months after timing the pick-up of your stuff in his apartment whilst he was in New Jersey you were physically officially gone. It was the worst reality check that Mat could have ever come home to, the first sign was when your hat wasn’t on its hook by the door anymore and it only went down hill from there. The Canadian had contemplated all of the different ways to talk to you, he had called all of your friends and the ones who did pick up said you needed space. He even sat at your favourite coffee shop every morning for a week until one of the baristas who had seen the two of you in there plenty of times eventually told him that you started getting your coffees delivered to work and that’s why you hadn’t been in there.

It had been the hardest two and a half months of your life. When the islanders were knocked out of the cup you wanted to call him, when you saw a cat that reminded you of Marley. The ginger cat you snuck into your dorm and then had to give to Mat when your RA found out about him. That led to three happy years where you were proud cat parents before Marley got sick causing you two to have to put him to sleep, leading to a week of near none stop tears from you both. When you saw a couple at your favourite table at the local Korean BBQ place you wanted to tell him as it was an ongoing joke between the two of you. But your brain always told your heart to forget about it as there was no chance you were going to do that to yourself. Sure you regretted breaking up with him after you had some time to think about it, but you really never thought that he’d ever take you back. And besides with how things ended you knew that you missed the old Mat, not the current one who value love in the way that you did. Staying in New York was tough on your heart so you opted to moving further into the city where you were now in Rangers territory. Your one bedroom apartment was above this nice old lady who had three cats who all seemed to adore you. Felix the grey tabby cat made daily trips up the stairs to come say hello to you where he got his daily dose of cuddles from you. The best part about Margret though was that she knew nothing about hockey so you turned into an open good about your breakup with Mat.

It was refreshing being able to just vent to a totally outside party about it all “know you remember that if he gives you any shit you punch him okay,” Margaret’s words drew a laugh from your lips.

You loved how blunt she was “and then I’ll give him a second one and say it’s from you,” you nodded as you pulled her into a hug “thank you,” not only had she taken you to the airport but she had also convinced you to go to the wedding. Her words called you out for being a bad friend at the fact that you even considered not going just because of a boy. Whilst Mat was a little bit more than just some boy to you, you understood what she meant and were quick to book your flight to Kelowna just after that.

Sure you were disappointed that you weren’t going to make it to the bridal shower but you were swamped at work and Lenasia was just grateful that you could come to the wedding.

You and Mat had been asked to be the maid of honour and best man respectively as your friendship with the couple had gone on for years. It came as a shock when you announce that you and Mat had broken up but when both she and Ethan had confirmed with both of you that you were comfortable being around the other during the big day, wedding plans were quick to continue on.

After the long flight you thanked your taxi driver as you got out of the car “just when I thought you wouldn’t show up.” Ethan joked as he had seen your taxi pull into the street a minute ago from the kitchen window.

You let out a playful scoff “miss my Gracie Bear too much for that.” You pretty much stepped into the role of playful aunt whenever you saw his daughter. It was aided by the fact that she seemed to adore you “she’s just woken up from a nap,” he explained as he pulled you into a hug.

It felt weird for him as he had never heard your side of the break up from you. Sure Lenasia had relaid information onto him after you called her in tears one night, so he knew that you were just as broken as Mat was but it was tough not being able to say anything to either one of you about the other. The soon to be married couple wanted to meddle but they knew that it was best if they kept their noses out of it all “you better not be hiding my maid of honour E!” Lenasia called out causing you to giggle “where’s my beautiful bride?” You asked as you made your way into the cabin.

Your relationship with the girl has blossomed over the fact that your boyfriends played on the same team, when they went separate ways you still remained in touch never letting your friendship burn out.

Mat thought he was dreaming when he saw you walk in, the way you hugged Lenasia placing a kiss on her cheek before you picked up Gracie and proceeded to smother her in kisses eliciting a high pitched giggle from the baby. You looked good, there was no doubt about it. You had cut your hair and had even gotten those highlights that you had been contemplating on for like four years.

When the Canadian locked eyes with you everyone seemed to notice it. Even Gracie did as she made a little noise of complaint that she wasn’t your center of attention. Not wanting to be weird you let your face form a soft smile “why don’t I show you to your room,” Lenasia offered as she motioned to you to follow her.

Ethan watched as the three of you left as you still had Gracie in your arms “you okay bro?” He asked as he tapped Mats arm. That was the weirdest thing he had like ever seen the boy so “yeah,” the Islanders player nodded as he thought he was going to throw up. The idea of seeing you again was something that he once looked forward to, still desperate to get back with you Mat hadn’t accepted the fact that you two had broken up. Actually seeing you felt like a whole different territory.

A wave of nerves came over you as you guys walked past more bedrooms “since my cousin decided to come you have two options, there is a bed in Gracie’s room or-” Lenasia sent you an apologetic look as she felt bad for the situation you had been put into “it looks like we’re roomies.” You had cut her off because you knew the second option involved Mat, she hadn’t given any signs to indicate that matter but somehow in your heart you knew that he was apart of the unsaid statement.

You looked down to the clothes you were wearing and realised that you were in need of a change “I’ll let you take her whilst I go freshen up?” You asked as you held Gracie out for her mother to grab.

The first real moment of silence you got came and hit you like a truck. With the amount of unknown girls that were there you were glad that none of them were Mats date. Sure it didn’t mean that he was single, but it meant you didn’t have to watch him get all cozy with another girl.

Your body practically collapsed onto the bed as you were in need of a nap. The eight hour plane ride was finally catching up to you. But just as you were about to doze off into a peaceful slumber you heard that ever so familiar laugh “you look like you’ve just died,” Mat pointed out as he leaned against the frame of your door.

You rolled onto your side to look at him “been a long day,” you confessed as you had been up since five in the morning due to nerves.

What surprised you the most was the way Mat walked into the room and sat in the little arm chair that faced your bed. He wanted to talk but the words were not things that he could find “how were the parties?” You asked as you propped your head up by your hands.

It actually hurt Mat that you hadn’t asked him about himself and he meant that in the least conceited way possible. Maybe it was the fault of his brain or his heart but he truly thought that you could have at least asked how he was “they both went down successfully.” He nodded as he rubbed his chin feeling the stubble that was being to grow through.

You always loved it when Mat had a beard, it was a tradition at one point that if the Islanders made it into the playoffs that he’d let his beard grow for the duration of the teams time in the playoffs.

It might have sounded absurd but the action from the boy made your thighs clench “thanks for picking up my slack when I was gone.” You yawned as you smiled at him.

The Canadian watched as you rested your head on the soft padding that was your duvet “I’ll let you get some sleep,” his voice was soft as he pulled your blanket over you.

The way you mumbled a small thank you before you shut your eyes warmed Mats heart “I love you,” he whispered making sure that you were all tucked in before he left you.

So what he didn’t hear was how you said the same words back just as he walked out of your bedroom letting your sleep consume you.

Your love for Gracie was seriously being question by the way she continued to babble whilst the two of you were meant to be asleep “Gracie Bear please so me a real one and just go to sleep,” you pleaded as you knew that you were going to have to be awake early tomorrow for the long and hectic day that stood ahead.

When your requests went ignored you let out a sigh running your fingers through your hair. You really didn’t want to have to do it but if you wanted any chance of a solid night of sleep then you clearly had no choice.

So you muttered things to yourself as you grabbed your phone charger before you left your room making sure to kiss Gracie’s head on your way out. The way to Mats room was short, Lenasia had shown you where it was just in case you needed it. The thing that took the most time was mustering up the courage to actually knock on that door, it took three soft knocks on the door before Mat shuffled out of bed and opened the door.

Due to the height difference you were met with his chest “what’s up?” He asked as he let out a yawn surprised to see you there.

You rocked on the balls of your feet “can I sleep in here tonight?” You cocked your head hoping he’d say yes “Gracie won’t stop talking.” You added as you rubbed your eyes.

The boy laughed “sure,” he nodded as he motioned to you to come in.

The sight of his room made your heart feel at ease. The two single beds had the left one untouched and the right was where he clearly slept. He never used to have a side of the bed where he slept but when he learnt that you took the left side his only option was to become a right side sleeper.

You sat on what was now your bed as you just stared at the roof. It wasn’t often that you experienced being left speechless given that you were talkative by nature “I’m sorry,” Mat blurted out causing you to lift your head as you looked at him.

When he saw that you were confused he had to continue “for everything I did.” He shoved his hands into his sweatpants as he sat on his own bed.

All you could do was nod “you didn’t so anything wrong Mat.” You sighed as it was the truth. If he had yelled at you or cheated on you it would have made the end of your relationship not feel as forced.

Mat had spent the last few months reflecting “I’m sorry for what I didn’t do then,” he knew that it probably sounded better as your main reason what you had shared for breaking up was the fact that he no longer showed you love.

A smile formed on your lips “thank you,” was all that you could get out as you fiddled with the necklace around your neck.

You felt bare without your M necklace so once you gave it back to him you were quick to get a replacement chain as you needed something on your neck “we should probably go to sleep,” the hockey player announced as he looked at the digital alarm clock that sat on the table between you.

Mat simply hoped that the silence in the dark would give him more time to wrack his brain for things to say to you. Somehow he had all the time in the world whilst having none of the words.

A sigh fell from your lips “goodnight Mat,” you mumbled as you rolled over to let the sleep consume you.

Surprisingly the wedding was going really well. The ceremony was beautiful, you walked out to see Mat and swore you were going to cry but you kept it in because you knew that you’d wind up crying later.

Which was totally true, your tears struck in the middle of the couples speeches. Thankfully for you though you were sat next to Mat after two of the bridesmaids that were sat on either side of you wanted to sit next to each other. The Canadian noticed the sniffle you had as the tears welled up in your eyes, he was quick to lock his hand with yours “you okay?” He murmured into your ear as he shot you a concerned look.

You nodded as you raised your fingers to your face making sure to catch the tears that fell before they ruined your makeup “yeah,” you sighed “that was just really cute.” your confession caused him to chuckle. It hurt you both though because deep down inside as you listened to Ethan make his undying love speech to Lenasia, you both thought about Mat being in his shoes and you being in Lenasias. Your wedding although as hypothetical as it was, it was still something that both of you had thought out in depth having conversations and everything. The type of venue all the way down to the cake had been decided on. Mat would never intend on telling you this but he’s even had your engagement ring ready to go for the last ten months.

He was meant to propose on your big Valentine’s Day bash but with his injury that trip got canceled and so did your proposal.

The air between you two felt dense as people began to separate as they made their ways to the dance floor.

You decided to stay back was you had Gracie on your lap and as a result Mat stayed with you.

It wasn’t something that you expected him to do but nevertheless you appreciated it “she likes your bracelet,” the Canadian pointed out as he smiled.

Gracie made a string of noises before she looked up at the girl “she likes the fact that it’s shiny,” you explained shaking your head as you made funny faces at the girl.

Mat always knew that you were going to be a great mother “always thought you’d be like that to our kids.” He let his filter disappear as it caused your eyes to go wide “our?” You repeated as you hoped you had done so indeed.

You smiled as he nodded “we’d have a girl and a boy.” You had both agreed that you would have a minimum of two children as you both grew up with siblings and felt like if you were to have a child that they should do the same.

This rush of the feeling of content waved through your body “I want you to ask me again.” After only getting two hours of sleep due to the fact that he had been racking his brain for what to say, he had finally come up with the perfect answer.

Despite the not contact for two months, you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Do you love me?” You asked as you took a deep breath.

Whilst you knew that his answer was more than likely yes or else he wouldn’t have told you to ask him, you still felt like his answer might have been like his previous one.

Mat turned his chair so that he could face you “I love you so much that you’re the first thing that I want to see when I wake up and the last thing I want to think of when I go to sleep.” Your heart practically melted at the confession “you are my life, my happy and my world all in one, so I’m sorry I made you feel less than.” Usually be would have stopped with the first co session. Doing things like the second one were meant to be for massive moments.

And a massive moment is what this was.

Your Mat was officially back.

#mat barzal x reader #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #imagines #oneshots #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #amber writes fics

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toomanybrainrots · 4 months

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hey homie Can I get a lil First aid x GN!Cybertronian reader? (P.S I hope ur doing ok homie)

I'm doing alright, thank you for asking! Here's some First Aid headcannons for you, my dear anon. If I ever misinterperet his character at all, please let me know cause I suck at writing tbh.

First Aid with a Cybertronian S/O

(This was the only image I could find of him that wasn’t too big. I’ll change it later whenever I get the chance)

First Aid an absolute sweetheart around you

He makes sure to do his duties as your conjunx and makes you’re properly fueled, and gives you all the affection you want

Unfortunately, he isn’t able to visit you much due to his work, which makes him feel a little sad and bad about it but he’s very willing to cuddle with you after work in your shared quarters, or maybe go to swerves as his little treat

You were relaxing on your berth when you heard the door slid open, you didn’t need to look up to know it was First Aid

As the door slid closed with a soft hiss, you outstretch your arms wide and First Aid gladly plops onto the berth into them, holding you close as he wraps his arms around you

He retracts his faceplate and visor as he layed against you, your frames intertwined and in each others embrace. Cuddling you was always the best, especially after work. And he could not ask for anything more.

You’re usually the one that visits whenever you get the chance

You usually just watch as he does his work, or help around by handing him whatever he needs. He’s very grateful for you, his personal assistant

Your presence was always reassuring and comforting to him, but also makes him just a bit nervous a she tries to do his best whenever you’re around. You’re his conjunx after all.

Whenever he’s the one that’s off work early, he always visits you.

Whenever he visits you, he tends to just talk about his day, chatting his helm away as you work. Of course, he helps around if he can, but he’s often chatting with you or just watching you work, admiring how determined you looked

All in all, he’s a very sweet mech and will very much so dote on you given the chance. And of course, you always reciprocate

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #tf mtmte #mtmte #tf idw #transformers idw #transformers mtmte #idw mtmte #idw first aid #mtmte first aid #first aid #tf first aid #first aid x reader #transformers x reader #first aid x cybertronian reader

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taones · 1 year

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If You Can Hold On (2) - A.A, S.K, S.D

rewrite of the second part of the series (first part here and original series on my masterlist) enjoy <3

pairing ~ poly asadaisuga x gn!reader

warnings ~ pining, angst, Daichi sleeps shirtless bc c'mon now, reader is in the pool being sad but no mentions of drowning! not edited bc I'm lazy

Soft murmurs woke you from your restless sleep. After their last conversation, it had obviously been hard for you to get any good rest. The car rolled to a stop inside a motel car park, bathing you and its other occupants in the red sign light.

“I went in but they only have one room so the four of us will have to share”

The disappointment in Daichi’s tone was palpable, like an arrow through your heart. You guys were best friends, you had obviously shared rooms and beds before. Why would it matter now? Ever since you had known them you had been comfortable sharing beds etc, even after they started dating. The fact it was different now obviously made you think back to the conversation you overheard. Maybe the person they were adding didn’t like you or they thought it would be inappropriate considering they were courting another person.

You felt Asahi shift beside you and slammed your eyes shut once again.

There was no way you were letting them know you were awake. If you had to face them before you fully calmed down, there was no question on if you would end up crying. Also you deeply did not want to give Asahi his hoodie back. There was a lingering feeling in your mind that you would never have an opportunity to steal it again. A sharp twinge of panic rocketed through your stomach at the thought. Of course, there was a chance their new s/o wouldn’t mind, but not many people were comfortable with their partner being that close to someone else.

“It’s okay” Asahi soothed, “i’ll carry them”

Yeah, like you were going to let that happen. If any one of the three men touched you right now you were sure to burst into tears. Deciding that was the best time to break your facade, you pretended to stir. You hoped the red lights didn’t reflect on the glimmer of tears in your eyes. The cold, wet gravel seeped through the mesh of your shoes as the boys started leading you towards the room. No noise was made apart from the crunches under your feet - small victories, you mused to yourself. You adjusted your bags in your hand so you could grab the room key from Daichi’s hand. It was bronze in colour with a red plastic tag, slightly faded but you were able to make out the number 32 on the front. Locating the room, you were quick to pull away from the rest of the fatigued group, finding it easy to speed away from the sleep-addled men under the guise of dinding some comfort from the rain. Behind you, Daichi held his hand to his chest as if your hasty touch had scalded him. You chewed on your lip slightly, feeling bad at the upset you might have caused. Only hoping he would take it as you being tired, you shifted your gaze to the room door and marched on.

The room itself was painted a gaudy yellow, with a brown patterned carpet that had obviously been unchanged since the motel itself was built. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, big enough for the four of you easily, but your eyes were driven to the sofa to the side of it. It was a loud red, sticking out sorely from the rest of the room. The harsh red was an assault on your retinas. How fitting, you thought to yourself. Scoffing, you laid your bags on the couch, pulling out some shorts and one of Koushi’s t-shirts to sleep in - rushing into the bathroom to change as soon as the other men walked in.

Thinking you had escaped, you sighed and leant against the door. Only to hear the voices of the three men loud and clear. The thought of escaping out of the tiny bathroom window became suddenly very tempting.

“I wonder what’s wrong with y/n” Koushi asked, seemingly dismissive.

“I’m sure we’ll find out soon, they don’t hide anything from us”

You scoffed again under your breath, if only they knew. Still, you couldn;t fault Daichi for comforting his partner.

“Wait look what I took the other day Suga, it’ll cheer you up”

You heard Azumane pull out his phone and then a resounding ‘aww’ from the grey haired man.

“I wish we could ask them to join us sooner but we have to wait till we’re back huh?” Suga lamented, “wish this trip could be over already”

Ouch, that one hurt.

He was obviously showing a photo of this mystery person. You really didn’t understand why they hadn’t told you yet. It wasn’t like they could predict your horrible reaction, or that they even knew about your feelings. It made the doubtful pit in your stomach grow and twist, pulling you into a nauseous state. If they really wanted this to be over so soon after it began, there was really no point in you staying. They were obviously preoccupied with this other person - it was like you were never even there to begin with.

A knock on the bathroom door made you jolt. Reluctantly, you peered at yourself in the dirty mirror and cringed at the sight. There were tear tracks dried onto your skin and your eyes were rimmed with an irritated colour. The sadness couldn’t be more obvious. Hastily, you rinsed your face in the sink, patting it down with your t-shirt. Taking a moment to breath and calm yourself, you turned the door knob.

Daichi’s concerned face met you on the other side. Well, there goes being inconspicuous. You shot him what you hoped was a reassuring grin and pushed past his shoulder slightly. It was obvious he wanted to say something to you, but he stayed silent. They all watched you hastily grab a blanket off of the end of the bed and reach for the door. Not looking back you called behind you.

“I’ll be right back i just have to, uh, make a call so don’t wait up”

Well done, very convincing, you mused as you shut the door behind you.

The gravel once again let the damp seep into you. Cold air prickled the skin on your legs while you walked towards your destination. Like all good motels, there was a pool a little bit away from your room, cold and full of rain water from the earlier weather, but it was a welcomed solace from the suffocating presence of the room. It was dimly lit but had no cover, so you assumed nobody would yell at you for using it. The water was surprisingly clear and cold from the earlier rain. Perfect for you to dangle your legs in while you waited there. Rain always calmed you when your thoughts were racing and you assumed the pool would work the same way. Relationships and people might change to you but water, the feeling of it moving over your skin, that would always be the same.

You thought back to one of your earliest memories with all three of the boys, after you had come to the realisation you were hopelessly in love with all three. It was during first year, towards the end of the summer months, when the leaves had begun to tinge into soft yellows and deep reds. The rain had started pouring that day unexpectedly, breaking through the muggy weather that the last three months had left behind. The icy cold raindrops were a welcome feeling on your heated skin. All three of you had ran from volleyball practice to the courtyard outside, spreading your arms towards the sky like uniform-donned angels - thanking the sky for it’s gift. Of course, you had all got soaked but you smiled even after you had all separated to walk home.

Simpler times, you thought to yourself sarcastically. The feelings had been so new and exciting at the time, hardly the depressing lingering in the back of your mind as it had been recently. There had come a time in school, you’re not sure when, where you had sort of accepted it would never happen and promptly gave up. Whether this was before or after the three announced their relationship, you had forgotten. Not that it mattered either way.

Reflections in the water rippled when you dipped your legs into the surface. You stared as your reflection was distorted, mussed about in the small waves. The water settled once again and you were left with the cold, hard truth of the image you had become. Your rimmed eyes and tear tracks seemed to only accentuate the already exhausted look on your face. It was as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. Suga liked describing the sparkle in your eyes when you got excited about something - apparently it reminded him of a snowglobe or something, whatever he had said. You sighed, meeting your own eyes in the water. They were empty of any sparkle.

You swished your legs around the water again, a weight lifting off your shoulders as your face was contorted once again by the waves.

A ringtone rang out from next to you and you scrambled to shut it off. Bringing the phone up to your ear, you were met with the soothing (if not minorly monotone) voice of your club manager and best friend.

“Hello?” you sniffed into the receiver.

Luckily for you, Kiyoko had escaped your seemingly never ending list of crushes. She had been a fast friend when you had met and, luckily for her, she was currently driving somewhere around the Japanese countryside with her girlfriend.

The dark-haired girl was also one of the only people in the world that knew your secret. Which was most likely the reason for her phoning.

“How are you holding up y/n?”

You scoffed.

“As good as i can i suppose” you joked, shoulders tensing at the lack of response.

“Okay, i’m doing horribly, i swear they’re doing it on purpose”

She hummed, never one for many words.

“Did you know they wanted to add another person to their relationship? They won’t talk about it when they think i’m awake but i caught them in the car. They seem so, so excited and i hate that i can’t just be happy for them”

Gnawing on your lip, you waited for a response.

“Do you need us to come pick you up?” she questioned, almost hesitantly.

You stopped and thought about it. Was it the best idea for you to stay? There was a feeling poking at the back of your brain that this trip would go horribly wrong but you weren’t too sure it would be the best idea to leave either. There was no real excuse you could give the boys and you had been planning this for a while. Chewing on your thumbnail, you made a choice.

“I don’t think you need to get me” you began, “i’ll see how it goes but, uh, be on standby i guess”

A melodic hum rang from down the phone. You weren’t sure what it’s inflection was.

The call ended quite quickly after that. It was expected, the hour was late and Kiyoko definitely had better things to do than audibly observing her friend having a breakdown. It would be a lie to say you didn’t sound as pathetic as you looked. The rain had started falling again towards the end of your conversation so you had stuffed your phone in your pocket and hugged the worn blanket tighter around your bare arms.

You had failed to see a shock of cropped, brunette hair disappearing behind your room door.

The cold rain drizzled down your scalp and down your neck, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. The rain seemed to peel some of the pressure of of your shoulders. It gave you something to focus on so that you didn’t have to think so hard for a while. Quieting the thoughts spinning round your head like whirlpools. Closing your eyes, you laid back on the wet tile and imagined spinning your hands around in the frigid water, creating your own whirlpools. Ones so powerful you could jump right in and they would suck you away from the motel - to wherever you wanted to go. Maybe you could stay underwater for a while, away from everyone. Kiyoko was a strong swimmer, she could bring you food and company. Maybe you could make some less complicated friends with the fish and little crabs that lived on the seafloor.

When you peeled open your wet eyelids, your reality confronted you like a slap to the face. The motel was still the motel, and the pool's surface remained unchanged.

“y/n!” yelled a voice from behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you peered up from between your lashes. Suga had run out of the room, holding one of his partners' jackets above him in a mockery of a shelter from the rain. You would think he would have the sensibility to choose a waterproof one.

His shoulders were drawn close to his body under his knitted cardigan, silvery brows drawn close to each other. There wasn’t much exchanged between the two of you but the worry on his features was hard to miss. You suppose you did look somewhat like a corpse at the time. Even worse - a cold, damp one. Even now, you looked back up towards the sky and snorted at your own silliness, as if they were even thinking about that.

Asahi looked at the exchange from the winder, choosing to accompany his boyfriend outside when he saw your body twist and return to its previous position. Being one of the more sensibly dressed of your group - he grabbed a parka and headed out next to the shorter man, perching his chin on Suga’s shoulder.

“I wish i knew what was going on in their head sometimes” Asahi commented from next to Koushi’s ear.

His voice was soft enough and they were far enough away that you couldn’t hear them. In all fairness, without facing them anyone would have been completely unaware that they were talking. They both observed your sodden state, noticing your eyelids fluttering closed as you slipped off to sleep.

“I would love to know how on earth they can sleep in this weather” Koushi commented dryly, “they’re going to catch their death because of the damn rain one of these days”

The brunette chuckled, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist. Asahi had a comforting effect on almost anyone that truly knew him. A real gentle giant, his presence had the ability to both command attention and become a bean of solace for anyone that needed it. It was hard not to feel comfortable around Asahi Azumane. Something his boyfriend could attest to enthusiastically as his shoulders finally withdrew from next to his ears.

“They seemed happier out here in the rain than they have on the entire trip so far”

If he hadn’t been right next to his jaw, there is no way the taller man would’ve heard Koushi’s bitter muttering. And some part of him wished he didn’t, because then he wouldn't have to face the fact that his statement was entirely true. Even now, as you drifted off into sleep, the smile that had been missing the entire trip had somewhat returned to your face. It was refreshing to see but the two men only wished they had been the cause, not a weather pattern. The lines of your body were less harsh, less bunched up into each other. Your limbs hung loose on the tiles and the water instead of coiling and wrapping around each other like fishing line - the desperate attempt to make yourself smaller had not gone unnoticed by your companions.

Asahi bit his lip.

“We should get them inside” came the sleep-addled voice of their third and final partner.

Daichi was dressed the least sensibly of all of them, only wearing a pair of chequered pyjama pants. Of course, as he was leaning in the doorway and not actually outside, there was no need for much else. A flower of guilt had bloomed in the pit of his stomach at overhearing the other two’s conversation. Your behavior had not gone unnoticed by him, but he had initially assumed you were just tired. It was overtly obvious to him now that something was very wrong.

The three men trudged the small distance to your snoozing figure, not caring much if they got soaked. Daichi sat you up next to the pool as the other two worked on drying your chlorine-coated legs. The coarse fabric of the towels did little to disturb your slumber, only causing your knees to draw up to your chest and a small hum to escape your parted lips. The gaze of the shorter brunette man would probably have burnt holes in your skin had you been awake at the time. However, the contentment of your slumber went undisturbed and you turned your face into his bare chest, snuggling into it.

part two is up! i've already finished part three so I will hopefully post that tomorrow <3 reblogs and comments are always appreciated, stay sexy!

#asadaisuga #asadaisuga x reader #haikyuu imagine #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu hurt/comfort #poly haikyuu

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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Enjoy the Silence🌪️Part.3

Summary: Things in your past has driven you to be silent but will someone be able to break that shell, will someone finally listen to you(might make this into a series!)

Part.2<-

•Masterlist•

After poring my heart out to Daryl, which was about a week ago, he’s been slowly helping me let go and move forward, he would stay with me some nights to help with the night mares or he’d hear me scream at night and come over from his room to settle me, comfort me

I woke up seeing him laid on the couch by my bed still deep in sleep, he was so handsome, I don’t know what it is about him but he was breath taking to look at, as I looked at him that tingly feeling in my chest happened, still not knowing what that was I decided to maybe talk to Michonne about it later when I got the chance

I decided to let Daryl sleep more knowing he barely ever got a full nights rest, I placed another blanket over him and went to get ready in the bathroom, then going upstairs seeing them eating breakfast as usual

“Morning y/n!” Rick said smiling

“Morning” I said quietly as I sat down and started nibbling in a piece of toast, over this week I’ve been able to open up more with the people in the house I felt safe here

“Where’s Daryl?”

“Still asleep, I woke him up again” I said as I felt my cheeks heat up

Everyone went back to eating when Daryl came up rubbing his eyes groaning as he sat next to me

“Why didn’ ya wake me?”

“I wanted you to sleep” I said smiling feeling that overwhelming joy just being around him

He squeezed my shoulder before he dug into his plate of food

“Well we gotta head out on our run soon so when your done Daryl meet me outside” Rick said as he got up and left outside after he kissed Michonne

Daryl finished, got his crossbow

“Be careful” I said and he returned it with a little smile before he left

“I’m gonna go out with Enid so I’ll see you guys later” Carl said leaving just me Michonne and Judith

“Sooo how’s things going with Daryl?” Michonne asked as soon as everyone was gone, with a wide smile

“Umm good, I was meaning to ask you something” I said picking at my nails feeling those nervous bubbles in my stomach

“What is it sweetie?” She asked as she bounced a giggling Judith

“When I’m with Daryl, I get this feeling in my chest, like my heart starts beating faster and my stomach feels weird, even thinking about him I feel it……..but I don’t know what it is, what does it mean?” I asked feeling stupid

“Oh honey, you like him”

“Ya I know that I like all of you”

“No this is different you wanna spend all your time with him, be his girlfriend, share private moments together, you love him y/n, like how I love Rick” I was shocked

Is this what love feels like cause if it is I never wanted it to go away, he made me feel so special, so important, he never made me feel like I was doing something wrong or that I was a burden he made me feel…….feel loved

“Love….i love him?” I felt like I was floating but I quickly came back down at the realization that he might not feel the same

“But what if he doesn’t love me? I’ve never had that before so why would he?”

She gave me a sad look but her eyes were happy

“I know Daryl, he’s hard to read but I can tell by the way he looks at you, the way he gets you things because it reminded him of you, take your chance and tell him because we never know what’s gonna happen tomorrow” she said getting up patting my shoulder before she went to get ready with Judith for the day

As I worked in the gardens all day I kept thinking about Daryl, how do I tell him I’m not the greatest with words obviously, or how I’m feeling but then again when I’m with him it’s easy to talk to him about things

Michonne is right though, I don’t know what going to happen and if something happened to him or me and I never got to tell him, I’d regret it so I’ve decided next time we’re alone I’m telling him what’s the worst that’ll happen he doesn’t love me? Then atleast I have a friend still…..hopefully

The sun was starting to set and usually they would be back by now maybe they just got more supplies this time, I went back home bringing back some fresh tomato’s for Rick like he asked and placed them in the fridge, Michonne poured me a glass of wine and we sat on the couch waiting for them

“It’s been a while do you like they’re okay” I asked biting on my lip

“It’s Daryl and Rick I’m sure they just had to stay some where but I’m sure they’re fine, probably will be back by morning” she said as she took a sip of her wine

“So how are things with Rick?” I asked trying to make the subject not as gloomy

“Good, great even, I was able to calm him down a bit but I kinda like his crazy side, specially in bed” she said making me choke on the wine as my cheeks turned red

I never really talked or even thought much about that kinda stuff atleast I tried not to so I wasn’t sure even how to respond

“Sorry, do you not think of that stuff about Daryl? Nothing about him turns you all gooey” Of course I saw him as beyond handsome with his strong arms and the way he turned golden in the sun, or the way his voice would get deep in the morning made me feel a certain way but I didn’t know that was a turn on thing

“I mean I guess thinking about it everything about him makes me tingle and my head all fuzzy”

“Y/n you think he’s hot, that’s what being attracted to someone is”

“I’m learning so much I feel so far behind” I said embarrassed

“Don’t push yourself if this is all new take it at your own pace”

After we finished drinking and eating we said our goodnights and went to bed, I laid up thinking about Daryl missing his presence on the couch, I decided to sleep on the couch and when I laid down his smell was there making me feel comforted

I woke up early from another nightmare and without Daryl I couldn’t go back to sleep so I walked out the front door and sat on the porch steps enjoying to cool morning breeze as the sky was bright orange and pink from the sunrise that’s when I heard the rumbling of a car pull up in front of the house and out came Rick and Daryl

Before I could even think I got up and ran into his arms holding him tight as I felt his arms wrap around my waist

“I was so worried are you okay?” I asked as I pulled back to look at him, he was a little dirty but that was normal other than that he seemed fine

“ ‘m okay, got blocked by walkers couldn’ risk it” he said squeezing my hips

“I have to talk to you……alone” I said as I saw Rick watching us smiling

“I’ll just go seeing Michonne and the kids” he said as he threw a bag over his shoulder and going inside after he patted Daryl shoulder

“So what goin on?” Daryl asked as we sat on the porch steps

“I was talking to Michonne…….i needed to ask her what this feeling was when I’m around you and she told me I should tell you because this world is never guaranteed so I’m just gonna say it and if you don’t feel the same it’s okay so here goes…….Daryl I love you, a lot” his eyed became squinted and he didn’t say anything making these nerves even worse

Before he said anything Carol came walking up the sidewalk interrupting us

“Hey Daryl you’re back how was it?” She asked, I was so embarrassed I wanted to shut myself off again so I got up and went inside leaving them alone to chat, Rick and Michonne were standing there smiling which only made the tears build up more as I ran downstairs to my room closing the door

I knew it, this was a mistake

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[MHYK] 2021 Proposal Lines

2021 Proposal Lines from all 21 wizards! Translation by me and proof-reading and some revisions of the western wizards lines by @amorest-viesse

✧˖°Central Country°˖✧

Oz: Even time, which feels like an eternity, is finite. Think carefully about whom you want to be with in this limited time you have.

Arthur: “Will you make miso soup for me every day of our life?” …I hear this is a common way of proposing in your world. We don’t have miso soup here, but I think it’s wonderful that such a simple word can become a pledge of eternal love.

Cain: We lose our magic if we break a promise, but there must be some other power you gain by makin’ a promise to someone you love dearly. I hope that I can make a promise like that one day.

Riquet: I love you Master Sage! Um, if I may ask, which of the wizards do you love the most? …Huh, me? Ehehe~ That makes me so happy!

✧˖°Northern Country°˖✧

Snow: If I were to ever get married, I would like to say the line that the previous Sage taught me. Ehem. Sage, would you like a meal? Or maybe a bath? Or maybe… Hohoho~

White: Should we be reborn again, I hope to also spend my next life with you. …Hohoho~ That’s my favourite pick-up line. Did I make you swoon?

Mithra: If you love me, please make sure it lasts for a thousand years.

Owen: How foolish of you to ask a promise of me, just as foolish as love itself.

Bradley: Marriage, huh… I’d probably consider it if it were with the kinda guy I wouldn’t be able to live without. Well, it’s not every day ya find someone who’d love ya like that.

✧˖°Eastern Country°˖✧

Faust: You want me to teach you the most common ways to propose in this world? How should I know? I could teach you the most common curses though.

Shino: A proposal is an important line you only get to say once. I should think about it while I still can.

Heathcliff: To think that someone might propose to me one day... I've no idea when that could be, but I'm getting nervous already.

Nero: It seems like everyone's proposin' left and right today. Marriage ain't really for it a guy like me, but I suppose it wouldn't be so bad to live a peaceful life with the person I love.

✧˖°Western Country°˖✧

Shylock: We Western wizards are known for seeking pleasure and thrills. Thus, if you'd like, I would be glad to entertain you for the rest of your life... Am I joking, you ask? Would you like to find out?

Murr: Hey, Master Sage! Gimme a proposal! Huh? Why? 'Cause I wanna know what you'd say! C'mon!! Please?

Chloe: A proposal!? Ehehe, just thinking about it makes me blush, but I think it's wonderful to be able to tell someone how much you truly care. Someday, if I ever get the chance, I want to be able to confess with everything I've got.

Rustica: Have you ever proposed to someone, Master Sage? What did you tell them? We Western wizards are quite fond of love stories after all. Why don't you confide in me next time?

✧˖°Southern Country°˖✧

Figaro: What kind of confession would you like most, Master Sage? I'll tell you whatever you want to hear.

Rutile: “My eyes are like a lake of stars. I gaze at you with everlasting love” …Fufu, beautiful, isn’t it? That was a verse from when my mother and father met. I hope that, someday, I will find a love like theirs too.

Lennox: If I had a significant other...? Ah, I know. I'd like to protect them, so they'll never have to feel sad.

Mitile: I suppose my brother might get married someday, but I'm sure whoever his partner is, they'll be a wonderful person! Eh, what about me? Well, if I ever meet someone, I'll definitely make sure to propose to them in a cool way!

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Chivalry is Dead

Kinktober Day 21 - Jake&Quaritch

Warnings: Voyeurism (Kinda), Fingering, Alien Genitals, P in V Sex, Nipple Play, Innocent!Reader, DubCon (Kinda) She Only Sleeps With Quaritch Cause She Thinks Jake Is Dead, Recom!Reader

A/N: This has a lot more plot than planned, and I blame @loaksxhoe for all the angst 😭 love you Boo 😘

As usual, thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for us 💖

Divider by @plutism

I don’t remember much after arriving on Pandora. I had woken up inside an Avatar body, being told that my human form had died and that they transferred my consciousness into this one. In the same attack, the savage natives had killed my husband, Jake Sully. Quaritch has been a massive help through it all. He had also lost his girlfriend and the mother of his child in the war; while he had been able to transfer over to the Avatar form, Socorro had not, and now his child had been kidnapped by the traitors who sided with the na’vi.

Since we had such similar wounds, we stuck together a lot. Quaritch has always been such a gentleman to me, helping me in any way that I need, even in ways that help me forget the hole in my chest from losing my husband. But he also asks me for favors; sometimes they seem harsh, but I know it is to help with the war, just like this particular favor.

“I know this is asking’ for a lot, Darlin’, and if I didn’t think this would work, then I would never ask you, but I need your help.” Quaritch is on his knees in front of where I’m sitting.

“I-I don’t know; you really think that having sex where the Na’vi leader can hear me will help? I’m not a combatant. How can I go out so close to them?” I ask concerned.

“Oh no, Darin’! You see my com here?” Gesturing to his neck, “The Na’vi leader stole one off Jake’s body; we’re also gonna place a camera in that corner. You won’t even leave the compound. I’d never risk you like that.” His urgent tone helped calm me.

Much calmer, I ask, “But why would having sex over the com and video help? I just don’t understand.”

“It’s because the Na’vi are territorial. The leader will hear and see a Na’vi on the other side, making him irritable that he doesn’t have you underneath him. It will piss him off, and we’re gonna use that distraction to launch several small attacks.” He explained thoroughly.

I let the information stew in my head. Even though I am not comfortable with it, it will help bring down the bastard that killed my husband. I nod my head in agreement, “Okay, I’ll do it,”

Quaritch’s face formed into a soft smile, “Thank you, Darlin’, I’m sorry you have to do this. I’d ask some of the other recoms, but I’m not sure I’d be able to get it up for them,” He tells me with a wink.

I giggle at his comment, “Like you could ever be anything but amazing in bed,” I rebuke.

Quaritch laughs at my comment, “You’re something special, aren’t you, Mrs. Sully,” he places a kiss on my lips before turning to the door, “I need to organize the strike teams. I’ll be back with you soon, Darlin’.”

“Okay, be safe,” I reply, turning back to what I was previously doing.

If only I had turned around and paid attention. I would have seen a look more sinister in the mirror.

It has been 12 years since I lost my wife. Neytiri and I miss her greatly. We had married at 18; she was my rock through everything. And when we went to Pandora, she agreed without hesitation, knowing this was my chance to get my legs back. Then we met Neytiri, whom she affectionately called her Warrior Goddess, and soon the two became three. The three of us snuck away and mated together underneath the Tree of Voices.

We loved the life we made, and we loved our children. (Y/N) fell in love with every child we had. She took in Spider, and she even named Lo’ak. Lo’ak was a Mama’s boy through and through. He’s sad, he wants Mama, happy, Mama, scared, Mama. Lo’ak was catastrophic when (Y/N) went missing. Twelve years ago, the RDA sent a small task force with the goal of kidnapping any humans they could get their hands on. (Y/N) was one of them. She was missing for three weeks before her body turned up. Dried blood stains fell from her eyes, nose, and mouth. The scientists said she died from a brain aneurysm. Most of the damage was done to the Hippocampus. Lo’ak was the one who found her body; he kept crying over her body, trying to shake her. Even after 12 years, he was never the same boy. When we went to lay her with Eywa, Mo’at had said her spirit was no longer there and that there was nothing to return to Eywa.

Since I cannot visit her, I go to one of the old abandoned stations every year on the day of her death and watch the videos we made over the years, ranging from our high school years to Lo’ak’s first steps. I enter the station, the air seal long broken. I walk over to the nest I had made, torn blankets and pillows to give me some comfort for the day and flop into it. The small computer I use nearby, I boot it up, waiting to see the bitter-sweet memories. But instead of being treated by the photo of our family 12 years ago, I see an email. I hesitate to open it as it could be an attempt to hack, but my curiosity is too great. I opened the email only to gasp at the images I saw. Disgust flowed through me. The RDA started a project placing the memories of the dead into Avatar bodies. Fuck! Quaritch and his squad are alive again! They had been the first to copy their memories into an Avatar body. Another file caught my attention as I read more: Project Red Herring. I clicked on the file, and I dropped the computer.

(Y/N).

(Y/N) is alive! They attempted to rip every memory out of her brain, killing her in the process, before placing it in her own Avatar. But they couldn’t get them all. She fought them on her final years, making sure none of them ever learned of our family. Dizziness washed over me. I placed a hand on my face, only for it to come back wet. I was crying, I wasn’t breathing. I force myself to inhale, the burning in my lungs easing, but the tightness didn’t go away. I look back at the screen, attempting to memorize every stripe that adorns her new body. She’s gorgeous.

I snap out of it, knowing that I need to talk to Neytiri and inform everyone of this information, but a new icon shows up, a video sent straight to me. It said, ‘Do you want to see her?’ and I knew I couldn’t wait. I open the video only to see an empty room made of metal, with a cot just barely big enough to hold a Na’vi.

“We’ll hello Corprol.” That’s fucking Quaritch!

“Based on what the techies told me, you just found out about your little wife. Well, she ain’t so little now.” The bastard chuckled.

Even though I know he can’t hear me, I can’t control the hiss that escapes me.

“I gotta say, when she doesn’t hate your guts, she’s the sweetest little thing. And when she hears you’re the one helping avenge her late husband, she’s more than eager.” His voice was smug.

Late Husband? I feel sick to my stomach. She thinks I’m dead, and she has no memories of Neytiri. Why would she go looking for us?

“All I had to do was tell her a sob story about how the natives killed you and kidnapped my son, and she fell right into the palm of my hand. Even got her to help with some of my more carnal urges,” he drawled on.

‘Fucking bastard!’ Grinding my teeth until they ache.

“Now, why don’t I show you how easy it is?” He trailed off.

The video on the screen moved shortly after, and the door opened, showing Quaritch and (Y/N).

(Y/N) alive and moving, not simply a still picture, proof that she’s living and breathing. Quaritch opens the door, acting like a gentleman, “Right this way, Darlin’.”

“Thank you, Sir,” She responds softly. Her voice is so sweet even in her new body; it still sounds like her.

Quaritch closes the door before slipping his arms around her waist, “You still want this, Darlin’?” He asks like he gives a damn.

The smile she gives him is so sweet, “Yes, I’m sure,” and Quaritch seals their mouths in a kiss, his hand moving to grab her face, turning her more towards him. I can hear the sounds of their lips moving together through his com.

Quaritch moves his hand up and down, petting her waist, firmly groping her hips at every stroke. Slowly, he moves down, placing open-mouth kisses on her neck, the wet suckling loud over the com. His other hand slipped under her tank top, patting at her navel, creeping closer to her breast and under her shorts each time.

I suck my lip between my teeth, biting down.

“Take this off for me, Darlin’,” He demands, pulling in her top.

(Y/N) obeys, shimmying out of her top, revealing no bra underneath. Her breasts are perky in this body, similar to Neytiri’s. A breath hisses through my teeth because she’s gorgeous.

Human or na’vi, I can never stop thinking she’s perfect.

Quaritch grasped a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. A moan escaped her lips, and it traveled straight to my groin. Quaritch switched between different tactics on her breasts, needing, pinching, pulling, and rolling, and her moans became even louder. Only the sight of Quaritch keeps my hands from wandering to my slit.

Quaritch looked into the camera and said, “You’re my pretty girl, aren’t ya? Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”

(Y/N) blushed before stammering, “Y-yes, I’m your pretty girl.”

“Na, you didn’t use my name. Try again,” His grin widened further.

Her pretty blue skin darkened into a violet from her blush, “I’m Quaritch’s pretty girl,”

“Yes, you are, and you’re my good girl,” He said before reclaiming her lips.

His fingers never ceased their movements, pulling more gasps from her. Quaritch bit down on her neck. A red ring was on (Y/N)’s neck when he pulled away.

“I want you to take the rest of these clothes off and lay on your bed all pretty like. And Darlin’, give me a show.” Quaritch demands, stepping away from her.

(Y/N) steps away a little further from him before bending over at the waist, pulling her cargo shorts down, wiggling her hips as she pulls them off. A gasp left my chest at the sight of her panties. As she turned back to Quaritch, I got the full view. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing the standard issue undergarments. Instead, she’s wearing a white lacey thong. The white lace slipped between her ass cheeks, the white peaking out and framing the insides of her ass. The white stood out starkly against her blue skin, and my mouth went dry.

“Is that for me, Darlin’? All that pretty lace just for me?” Quaritch wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass and pushing them together.

“Yeah,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft but loud with her voice next to the com, “I wanted to be pretty for you,”

Quaritch chuckled, “You’re always pretty for me, Doll,” He lets go after giving her a quick kiss.

(Y/N) bends over, giving me the perfect view of her ass, as she slips the panties down, revealing the last bit of hidden skin to me. She turns to walk toward her bed, and I see her slit. It’s slightly open, but her slick is translucent, not a hint of the blue color it should be. It makes me feel smug knowing that while Quartich can make her feel good, he doesn’t have her heart because if he did, then the hormones caused by emotional attachment would make it blue.

(Y/N) lays on her back, and her hands hold onto the metal bars of her cot. Giving me the perfect view of her body splayed, showing more of the stripes I want to map out with my tongue.

“Look at you, Darlin’,” Quaritch trailed a finger from her calf to her thigh, “You’re already wet for me.” Sliding his finger along her slit.

She wiggles her hips as a small moan escapes her lips.

“You can be louder than that, Doll. Come on, it’s just the two of us.” Quaritch goads her, forcing a finger into her slit.

The groan that came out of her was filled with pleasure and pain. Her slit wasn’t relaxed enough for entry. I furrow my brow at the thought. Is this how he always treats her? Does she think that this is as good as it gets in a Na’vi body?

“That’s a good girl, opening up for me so well,” Quaritch croons.

But she isn’t. If she were genuinely interested, then she would be much wider and more slick.

“Feels good,” She whines.

“Well, that’s good, 'cause I’m gonna give you more,” With that, he added another finger.

Her moan was more shrill this time, the pain worse than the pleasure, no doubt. Her slit pushed out more of the translucent clear slick, trying to ease the way more. A wet, squelching noise is picked up by the coms, coming from her slit as Quaritch pumps two fingers into her slit. He starts to wiggle them around, shocking a moan out of (Y/N).

“Oh! Right there! Don’t stop!” Her moans were loud as he finally did something right.

“Just like that, huh, Babygirl?” Turning his hand as he continues his onslaught of her slit.

“Yes!” (Y/N) arches her back off the bed, chasing his fingers, not wanting them to leave.

“You’re almost there, Darlin’,” He comments as he adds a third finger.

(Y/N) grinds her hips into his digits, trying to force them deeper, “More! Please, more!” She begs.

My slit is open at her cries, my dick peaking out, wanting to answer my mate's call.

“Alright Doll. I’m listening,” Quaritch removes his fingers and unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to show his slit and free his dick.

He straddles her, lining his cock with her slit. I can see her inner tendrils peaking out, attempting to reach him.

“Please, Sir, don’t tease me,” (Y/N) eyes were wide and trusting.

“Don’t worry, Darlin’, I won't.” And he sinks in.

Her inner tendrils meet with his cocks spines, latching onto one another, fitting like a puzzle, before they connect at their slits.

Even though the shitty quality of the camera, I can see (Y/N)’s pupils dilate as they cover the golden of her iris. The moan that escapes her is sinful, and my cock is dropping out of my slit. My hand covers the exposed flesh, soon turning into me handling it, grasping my dick as I use my precum to ease my glide.

“Ready for the rest Darlin’?” And with that, Qauritch begins thrusting.

The bastard is stupid enough to think that you’re supposed to thrust with these bodies. But (Y/N) isn’t entirely against it. She tried to keep them connected, following him with every thrust out, but she cried with pleasure.

“Yes!” She screams, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Her scream made my spines flex, trying to find our mate to pleasure. I had to let go of my dick, stopping myself from cumming so soon.

“So fucking tight, Doll, caressing my dick like that. Being such a good girl for me,” He grunts, trying to fight the natural urge to lock with her instead of thrusting.

“Please, Sir, please!” She cries, reaching to pull him forward.

“You know I got an idea, Doll,” He pants, struggling to get the words out.

Quaritch reaches behind himself, grabbing his queue, “This here is supposed to work like when we get stuck together. Maybe we can try it now? Make you feel so good,” He murmurs, grabbing ahold of (Y/N)’s queue.

I panic at the slight, their queues beside each other, nearly making the bond.

“Na, maybe next time, though,” Quaritch releases their queues, looking into the camera, the smug bastard knowing what that would have meant.

“Sir! Please! No more teasing!” (Y/N) begs, the stimulation becoming too much.

“Okay, Doll,” He forces their slits together, and they mend close by his spines and her tendrils.

They grind together, moaning and whining as everything goes into place.

‘“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You’re there! You’re in my cervix!” (Y/N) screams her release, her legs trembling from the pleasure.

“Take it, Doll. Take all of my cum! Gonna fuck a baby into ya,” Quaritch hisses.

Hey, eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back, “Yes! Please, Jake! I want your baby!”

My climax hits me unexpectedly, hearing her demand my baby. I grasp at my dick as cum flows through the tip, covering the blankets I’m sitting on in my cum. As waves of pleasure wash through me, I grip my spines, trying not to allow them into the cool air as I cum. As I come down from my high, my chest is heaving, but I look at the monitor, and what I see scares me. If looks could kill, then Quaritch would have killed (Y/N) long ago, and that’s only if he doesn’t do it now. I hised at him as if he could hear me through the computer.

Quaritch looks up at the camera, tracing a finger around her queue, neck, and heart before gesturing for his knife, “It won’t be long now,” Before rutting into her again. Quaritch returns to his pleasure, and I know what I need to do.

Without even cleaning myself, I leave the station, rushing to Neytiri. We have a mate to save.

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Don't Know Why

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: Angsty fluff

Word count: 1,351 words

I wrote (some of) this to Don't Know Why by Norah Jones. I'll link it below so you can listen to it while you read.

Also, the situation where the reader asks someone out and is only told yes because the other person thought they were joking actually happened to me in high school. Fun, I know. Anyway, I wrote this beast of a one shot in less than three days somehow. Here you are, enjoy!

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“Hey, what’d he say? When are you two going out?” Mike asks casually, but as he walks into your living room, he finds you bawling your eyes out. He immediately makes his way over to you, a concerned expression etched onto his face. “Hey, you alright?” You sniffle, eyes bloodshot and tearstained. It’s been a rough day.

“He doesn’t love me,” you sob, tears falling from your eyes. He walks closer to you, his face tinged with sadness and pity. He understands how you feel. Probably better than anyone else. He’s been through so much heartbreak. Every girl he’s loved has turned him down. You’ve always felt bad for him, but at least you aren’t alone. “I thought he said he’d go out with you!” Mike says, clearly confused. “He said yes cause he thought I was joking,” you respond, half wailing as you do so.

“But you weren’t!” he replies frustratedly. He seems just as annoyed as you are depressed, and you can’t help but wonder why he’s so upset. Yes, he cares about you, but his discontent is more extreme than you expected it to be. Maybe you’re just overthinking. You brush off the thought and answer despite it.

“That’s what I said! He just said that he didn’t like me like that and reiterated that he thought I was kidding. I feel so stupid. How could I have ever thought he’d love me? Maybe I’m unlovable Mike.” “Hey, don’t say that, you aren’t unlovable,” he reasons. Or at least he tries. It doesn’t work.

“But there’s nothing desireable about me!” He instantly but softly replies, “There are so many good things about you.” He’s trying to reassure you, but it just angers you further.

“Oh yeah? Like what? Name three reasons anyone would love me. You won’t be able to. I kno-” But you never get a chance to finish, because Mike cuts you off. “You’re brave, smart, and kind. You always manage to make people laugh. You don’t hesitate to help someone in need. You give 110% on everything.”

You pause. How did he come up with all of those things so quickly? You immediately fire back, saying, “So? Lots of people are like that. There’s nothing about me specifically that makes me stand out.”

Mike sighs, clearly frustrated that you don’t see the good in yourself. He takes a deep breath before responding, “That’s not true.” “Yes it is! You know it!” you shoot back at him. “No I don’t. Because you’re wrong.” Why does he have to argue with you when there’s no evidence of you being wrong? Sure he wants to spare your feelings, but you wish he’d just tell you the truth.

“Ughhhh! Why do you have to lie to me? Nobody loves me Mike! No matter how great you say I am, nobody wants to be with me.” you say, growing increasingly annoyed. “I’m sure that’s not the case. Trust me, you-” Mike tries to parry the barrage of attacks you make upon yourself, but you refuse to allow him to finish speaking.

“No! I’ll never find anyone who wants me.” You know he’s trying to help, but it’s starting to irk you how insistant he’s being. “Maybe you just haven’t-” he starts, but you cut him off again. “I should just call it quits. Maybe someday it’ll change, but like I said, nobody loves me. Not now!” You’re about to break down into tears before he yells, “That’s not true!”

There’s silence for a few moments before you decide to challenge his statement. “Oh really? Name one person that has feelings for me. One.” Mike looks down at the floor, suddenly appearing anxious. “I knew it. You just have to say it cause you-” you start to raise your voice, but before you finish your sentence, he states, “Me.”

“What?” You reply, completely shocked. “You heard me,” he asserts. “You?” He nods ashamedly. “Just please...” “Yes?” you ask. “Don’t hate me.” He’s begging you, his eyes pleading for acceptance.

“Hate you? Why would I hate you?” you ask him, puzzled. “I know you don’t like me, but-” “Who said I didn’t?” He freezes, astonished by your answer. “What? But I thought you liked Aaron.” “I do, but...” you admit, hinting at something else. “But?” he presses.

You inhale deeply before continuing, “But I only went after him because I was afraid to go after you.” “Wait what? Go after me? You... like me? But... Why were you afraid?” he asks. “Cause I don’t want to lose you. And even if things worked out and you ended up liking me back and we got together, what if we broke up? Then I would lose you.” Your worries spill out before you’re able to stop them. So much for not seeming like an anxious mess.

“You’ll never lose me,” he smiles softly. You’ve never seen him open up like this. His chocolate brown eyes are sincere as always, but they don’t look nearly as tired; the dark circles under them have almost vanished.

The way he looks at you is killing you. He’s never looked at you like that before. You don’t think you’ve seen him look at anyone like that before except for Abby. He wears a tender expression, one that lights up his face. His kind eyes, his sweet smile. Every single feature of his almost angelic being is brighter, happier. Because of you.

“Mike... You’ve never looked at me like that before.” The way his eyes gaze into yours is making you melt. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to, but now I know that’s not true. Is it?” You look down at the floor, embarrassed. He had you there.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t trying to pick on you. I just want to be sure it’s okay to show you how I feel, that’s all.” You smile slightly and nod. “That’s fine. I’d actually rather like that.” you avow.

“Would you now?” he smirks charmingly. “Yeah, I would.” Your eyes are half lidded as you answer flirtateously. He chuckles to himself quietly and takes a few steps toward you. His face glides toward yours, but right before his lips reach your own, he brings his mouth to your ear. He stops and speaks.

“Listen, I know he hurt you, but I swear on my life, I’d never do anything to harm you. Ever. I love you.” He pulls back from your ear and back towards your face. Bringing his fingers under your chin, he tilts it upward so you’re looking right into those big brown eyes of his. And then it happens. He kisses you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips dance across yours. He gently cups your face in his hands, and as you’re locked in this loving embrace, it’s like time is frozen. Nothing matters right now. Nothing other than Mike and how good his kiss feels.

You feel all of the tension and stress exit your body, and you know now that this is meant to be. This was all supposed to happen. Aaron’s rejection. Mike finding you crying; comforting you. Finally telling you he loves you. It all makes sense now. None of this would be happening if Aaron hadn’t hurt you in the first place. All of this is racing through your head as Mike massages your lips with his own. After a few more seconds, he pulls away.

“I know why it happened.” you mutter. “What?” “I know why he had to hurt me. If he hadn’t, none of this would have happened.” You look up at him, awaiting his answer. “But why couldn’t he have just said no? He didn’t have to be so mean about it.” He’s still a bit upset about what happened to you, not to mention confused, but as he looks back down at you, his expression is soft and soulful. “I don’t know why. All I know that I love you. And now I know that you love me. That’s all I could ever ask for,” you reply lovingly. And then your lips meet once again.

#mike schmidt x reader #spotify #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf mike #Spotify #josh hutcherson #don't know why #norah jones #fnaf movie mike schmidt

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boots-with-the-fur-club · 1 month

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Here is more of the crossover AU between Mama Bear and @daboyau’s Leave AU!

Four is surprised but overjoyed when he doesn’t wake up from his dream in the morning. Raph is gently placing him in a seat back at the table.

He yawns and smiles. Sleeping late feels so good! Getting more than just the minimum requirement refreshes his whole body.

There’s a comfortable drowsiness still in his body. It’s in between falling asleep again and still being conscious.

A sweet smell hits his nose and causes his mouth to water.

He blinks to try to keep his eyes open and see what’s being served. Unfortunately, he’s still too sleepy. His hand feels around for a fork.

“I got ya, big guy.”

Four smiles more.

Raph lifts the fork to his mouth. Four opens it up and takes a big bite. Something fluffy and syrupy hits his tastebuds and it’s almost overwhelming how much he likes it.

He hums happily before chewing and swallowing.

“Why does Mikey get to be treated like a baby when he’s not feeling well but when I am you guys tell me to suck it up?” Leo grumbles.

“Because you fake being sick for attention and don’t tell us when you actually are sick?” Donnie answers.

Four cracks an eye open.

He sees Leo open and close his hand, making mocking noises.

Four giggles.

Leo smiles proudly at making him laugh.

“Raphael, let me feed Mikey. You should get to your food before it gets cold.” Julia urges.

“Ah ma, it’s fine. I like ‘em no matter the temperature.”

Four’s eyes open entirely.

Ma?

He means…..mother?

They don’t have a mother. Splinter being their father makes sense, it’s his DNA. Having a mother would be something they just decided, chose.

It causes excitement to spring through him and full wake him up.

“It’s okay, Raph, mom! I’ll feed myself.” Four takes the fork back.

Raph’s body droops slightly as he gets back to eating his own good. Four is confused, but doesn’t want his brother to be sad.

“Thanks for the help, Raphie!”

Raph’s tail wags.

“No problem, little bro.”

Four digs into his food with excitement. The strawberries topping it are so sweet and fresh. Juice runs down his face which he wipes away with his hand.

Draxum grumbles and Four fears he’s made a mistake for a moment. That is, until he grabs a napkin and softly rubs his mouth with it.

Four beams at the gentle attention.

After everyone’s eaten, Luke and Draxum head out, saying they’ll meet them where they’re all planning to go after taking care of something.

Four excitedly wonders what that place they’re going will be like.

He’s finally going out on the surface!

Julia, Splinter and his brothers have him help pack a lot of things. Drinks, food, boards that are soft for some reason, blankets, umbrellas, plastic little toys, and sunscreen.

Raph, Donnie, and Leo change into colorful shorts and tank tops. Four nearly squeals happily when he’s given his own clothes with just as many, if not more, designs.

When the front door opens, he runs out first and soaks in the warm sun on his skin. It feels better than any artificial light he’s ever been given.

It, however, is also bright.

He still smiles as he shields his eyes from the rays. He feels his arm get moved down and something placed over his eyes. Four tilts his head back to see it was Leo who also has something over his eyes.

“Sunglasses, courtesy of the real Two. Now we match.” Leo smiles.

Four smiles back widely and hugs him tightly. He’s always known how much Three loves him, but here he’s able to show it so much more.

That goes for all of them, really.

He knows now that they’d show it constantly if they could. More people could love him, too. They just needed the chance.

Leo hugs back before lifting him up and into the seat of a car. He hops into the seat next to him as well. Four wonders why this doesn’t have a roof to it.

Everyone else piles in as well, Julia commenting about Donnie upgrading a convertible to hold more seats.

Donnie smiles proudly, Four is so happy for him.

After a seatbelt check, Julia begins driving them. Four knows why there isn’t a roof anymore and he wishes there never was on a vehicle again.

The wind blasts onto his face in the most fun way. The sun continues shining on all of them. Music plays, something cheerful and loud to hear it over the wind.

There’s so much excitement here.

After a while, the vehicle stops. Everyone begins leaving it and grabbing things from the trunk.

Four would also help, but seeing everything in front of him makes him jump out and run towards it.

A portal opens in front of him, bringing him back to the group.

“Ah ah mi hermano. You know there’s something you need before you go out there! I’m not listening to you whining about aloe vera all night.” Leo sprays Four all over.

After everyone else is sprayed as well, Four runs out again, followed this time. A human sitting on a blanket under a large umbrella waves them over.

“Hey you guys! Took you long enough! We had to almost fight people away from the spot.”

“Almost!? I did!” A second human corrects.

“Casey did. Karai just chilled over here.” The original human states.

“I was keeping watch for the seagulls. They are truly the tougher battle.” Karai adds.

No way!

Even more humans!? And they’re friends!?

“Gasp, fabo nail colors April, you two!” Donnie comments.

Four looks at their nails.

Casey has slightly sharp, medium sized, black nails with white skulls painted on them.

April has short, sparkling green and yellow nails.

Karai has short, white, cherry blossom themed nails.

Their toes are painted to match.

“We thought we’d show Karai the updated way to get them done! She almost broke the foot bath because she didn’t know there’d be bubble but it was still fun.” April responds.

Four notices the way Karai stares at him. He stares back, cocking his head curiously with a smile. She looks confused.

“Are you okay?” Four asks.

“Yes, I am fine, are you? There is…..something different with you today.”

“I’m great! Thank you for asking!”

“….I see. What do you all want to do today?”

April, Casey, Raph, and Julia decide to play volleyball.

Splinter chooses to sun bathe.

Leo and Donnie want to play in the water.

Four has a hard time picking what to do but ultimately goes with the water as well. Karai joins them too.

The four of them go to the water.

Four squeaks and jumps slightly at how cold it is which earns some laughter from Leo.

Donnie kicks water at him.

This turns into a very large splash fight. Four joins in after he’s more used to the water. Karai winds up using moves that keep her dry and everyone else soaked.

Leo soon picks up seaweed and starts chasing Donnie and Mikey with it. Karai doesn’t seem too put off by it.

They finally take a break when Luke, Draxum, Pomona, and Usagi show up.

Four feels his heart nearly burst with joy as he sees just how happy Raph and Leo are to see their partners.

Their eyes are brighter, their laughs lighter, their body language even more relaxed.

The joy slowly dissipates into something else. Seeing how everyone thrives when able to be free and love as they want, it makes him wonder why Draxum sees it as such a bad thing.

Probably because war has no room for either.

This isn’t a dream, is it?

It’s not the future either.

He’s going to have to go back eventually.

He….doesn’t want to….

No! He can’t think like that! No matter how fun and nice this place is, he would never abandon his brothers!

There has to be a way to make this happen for them too!

Right?

He takes a step away from the group, starting not to feel well.

What has he been doing?

Having fun, eating yummy food, enjoying a world that isn’t his while One, Two, and Three are probably being experimented on.

Thoughts are beginning to overwhelm him.

He feels light headed.

A strong hand is firmly placed on his shell and something cold presses against his face.

“Michelangelo. You’ve been getting too much sun. Come, sit with me.” Karai suggests.

Four softly nods his head and goes with her to sit under one of the other umbrellas they bought.

Karai opens up the cold item and hands it to him.

He sucks on the straw and digs his feet into the sand. Yet another wonderful taste hits his tongue.

Apple.

Karai sits with her legs crossed.

“What is your name?”

“…..Four.”

“Just as I thought. You’re not from here.” Karai hums.

“Are you…..angry at me? I’m sorry, I thought this was a dream or something at first….” Four digs his feet in more.

Karai shakes her head.

“No, of course not. You have done nothing wrong and I know you’re telling the truth. I just worry for Mikey.”

Four takes an extra long sip of his drink.

“If….we switched places…..it’s not….a nice place to be.”

Karai is silent for a moment.

“While I worry, I know that I don’t truly need to. He is strong in many ways. You two are very similar.”

Four glances up at her.

“I don’t think so. I can’t make everyone happy like they are here. It’s so different.”

“It took a lot of work and hardship for it to be this way. It would not be fair to ask you to change anything on your own. That being said…..I’m sure you make the people in your life happy. Maybe the circumstances make it difficult for that to be at a certain level, but without you their lives would be…..darker. Without as much light.”

Four sniffles.

“I-I’m going to keep doing my best!”

Karai rubs his head.

“You always do. I am going to look into how to send you back, for now, I believe someone wants to build some sand castles with you.”

Four leans over to look.

Donnie, Draxum, and Luke are calling him over to be their assistant with forming the structure.

Four smiles, hugging Karai tightly before rushing off for more fun.

He hopes his Mikey appreciates everything he has.

He knows he does.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #mama bear au #mama bear #leave luanne au #leaveau #2018 tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise fanfiction #rottmnt fanfiction #rise leo #rottmnt michelangelo #leoichi #raph/mona lisa

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thatbxolivia · 2 months

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sickness

this is mk1 just a heads up

summary- when mileena contracts tarkat disease, she’s worried she’ll scare you away. using the serum shang tsung created, she’s able to buy herself some time. but how long?

this is an agere fic don’t like don’t read.

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you sat on the floor, kneeled in front of your plethora of toys. you did not feel like playing.

when your girlfriend came home a week ago from a long and tiresome mission, you were initially ecstatic.

“mommy!” you called out, happy to see her. “i’m glad you’re okay!”

she had pushed by you, recent tears evident on her face. you were hurt by her actions, but figured it was maybe something that would blow over soon.

“mommy, are you okay?” you asked meekly, trailing behind her. she merely slammed her door in your face.

that was eight days ago, and you were heartbroken. she was always so kind to you and willing to spend time with you. but with all these people in and out of the house, no one giving you any answers…what if she was going to leave you?

you tried talking to Shang Tsung, Bi Han, even Mileena’s mother, Sindel. they were all kind but gave you no answers and it made you even more sad. you were convinced now she was planning to leave.

you sniffled and began to pack your bag, rubbing your eyes. you packed your favorite stuffed animal and some clothes along with hygiene items, closing the bag and walking out of your bedroom door. you heard talking behind a door to the room between yours and mileena’s, softly tiptoeing to hear.

“you’re sure this will cure her?” you heard Sindel ask.

“no, it will not cure her. it will simply stave the disease off until we can find a cure.” you heard Shang Tsung reply.

“what of her partner? she’s beginning to get restless.” Sindel said.

“i leave that to you.” he responded simply. “i know her even less than you do.”

you went back to your room and set the bag down, sitting on your bed staring blankly at the wall. she was sick. you assumed she was leaving but this entire time she was sick. you felt horrible for jumping to conclusions but what else could you do?

you heard a knock on your door, already knowing who it was. sindel walked in as you gave her permission to, you turned to hear her.

“there’s something you should know about my daughter-“

“what is she sick with?” you asked, cutting her off. you knew you shouldn’t treat Sindel of all people this way, but you couldn’t help it. you were worried about Mileena.

Sindel smiled sadly at you, unbothered by your small outburst.

“Tarkat.”

“what’s that?” you asked, nervous.

“it’s a disease that slowly disfigures people and causes them to lose their sanity over time.” she said sadly, looking down. “we’ve developed a serum to hold off the side effects but you should know, she’s different still.” she warned you. “she’s been afraid to scare you away, she’s not mad at you, and she wants to see you know because she doesn’t know if…”

“if we’ll ever get another chance?” you asked her as she trailed off. she simply nodded, looking back at you.

“exactly.”

“i want to see her. please.” you told Sindel.

she helped you up and walked you to Mileena’s door, letting you in and shutting it behind you. you and Mileena were the only ones in the room. you looked at her from the side of her face as she stared out of the window, looking over the outside.

“i’m sorry.” was all she said.

“what for?” you asked.

“for scaring you. for hurting you. i’m sorry.” she repeated.

“mommy, i was scared. scared you were leaving.” you began to cry, and she rushed over to you, wiping your tears away.

“i’m never leaving. i’m scared too.” she admitted. “scared of what’s to come. but i’m even more terrified of losing you.” she said, tears in her own eyes. “i will heal. i will get better. and i’ll do it all for you.” she promised you, touching your forehead to hers.

#mk agere #mileena mk1 #mileena x reader #mileena #mommy!mileena #fanfic #archive of our own

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bruggle · 2 months

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so this is a dumb stupid one-shot based off @absolutely-normal-about-x 's amazing Legends Reborn AU (just with the unfortunate setting of my own bs) because holy moly the capacity for angst just got my imagination rearing its ugly head. So uh... enjoy

St. Clarity

Fandom: Megaman X, Megaman Legends

Words: 4,914 words

Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Humor

"I don't know you

But I know what you do"

-St. Clarity, The Paper Kites

A discovery in an old ruin leads to some uncovered memories.

One of the last things Volnutt had ever expected in his life, was to find out he had a family. A pretty big one, at that. Four siblings, countless uncles and aunts (that he would unfortunately never meet), his father, it still boggled his mind. He kept thinking at some point he was going to wake up and find it all to be a dream; that he’d still be on the Flutter, looking for the next dig site.

Don’t get him wrong, Volnutt was immensely grateful to the Casketts. They had taken him in freely when he had had no other place to go, after all. And Roll was practically a sister to him! He wouldn’t trade them for anything. But he couldn’t help but wish that someway, somehow, someone else could have uncovered all the stuff that lead to X and his family waaaaaay earlier than he and the Bonne’s had. …Was that selfish of him?

“Hey pipsqueak, keep up!” Fefnir called, causing Volnutt to lose his train of thought. Despite the harsh words, he couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he picked up the pace to keep up with his older brother. He knew Fefnir didn’t mean anything by it. “Seriously, these ruins are BORING,” the red clad carbon complained. “Not one single bot in sight.” Volnutt couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, I said I was fine doing this one alone,” he reminded Fefnir. Volnutt had decided to explore the dilapidated building after X had told Barrell that it had once been apart of a city he had lived in. Abel City, he had called it if Volnutt recalled correctly. He wasn’t sure what he’d find, if anything. He had been able to deduce that this had once upon a time been some sort of residential building, but not much else. The surrounding buildings had been pretty well picked over. Why this one wasn’t, Volnutt had no real idea. He’d heard some Diggers call it haunted, but he hadn’t seen anything out the ordinary.

“Eh, dad insisted I come,” Fefnir grumbled. “Something about having too much energy.” Volnutt struggled not to let his snickering be heard. That definitely sounded like dad. And Fefnir, for that matter. But he didn’t feel like getting a noogie, so he was going to keep that to himself. Rather, he decided to distract himself with the surroundings. These sorts of ruins always made him a little sad. People had lived here, once a upon a time. Decaying chairs, torn up sofas, …suspicious mush, at one point it had all been new. It had been used. Perhaps even well loved by the owner. But now, now it was just… destroyed. No longer worth anything. It always made him melancholic.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, squirt!” came Fefnir’s voice from way down the hallway. Volnutt hadn’t even realized he had fallen so far behind. “Sorry!” he apologized. “Just-“ A loud, exaggerated sigh from Fefnir cut him off. “Sometimes I wonder how on Earth you managed to get this far as a Digger,” he chastised. Well now Volnutt was a little miffed. “Hey, I’ve been doing just fine, thank you,” he bit back. The older sibling merely rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he grumbled. “I’m going to fall asleep if I have to keep going at your pace.” Volnutt narrowed his eyes at the red clad Carbon. “Then just go ahead without me,” he snarked. “I’ll be fine.” Fefnir considered his younger sibling for a minute before smirking. “Fine,” he agreed. “Just don’t tell dad.” And despite all his irritation with his older sibling, Volnutt couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips. “Deal,” And with that, Fefnir went on ahead. Leaving Volnutt alone with his thoughts. Now, he had a chance to actually look at all the rooms. Well, to call them rooms was a bit of an understatement. They were like mini-houses. (Apartments, his brain supplied). Eventually, however, he came across something strange.

It was a door.

Which wasn’t that strange in of itself. It was just the fact that beneath all the hundreds of thousands of layers of dust, it was a different color from all the other doors in the building. And it was closed. How did this one manage to stay unscathed from the hundreds of Diggers before him? Giving the knob an experimental turn (perhaps this apartment just had a draft that automatically closed the door), he found it to be locked. That was… definitely weird. Volnutt recalled the stories of this particular building being haunted; perhaps there was a teensy bit of validity to those claims… Did he feel like being a horror movie protagonist?

Eh. Worse comes to worse, he could just call for Fefnir to deal with it. He’d probably enjoy trying to fight a ghost.

Bracing his shoulder against the frame, Volnutt shoved himself against the door. It opened quite easily, splintering into thousands of pieces. Oops. Guess he should have figured it was rotting. Inside, he noticed that unlike the hundreds of other apartments he and Fefnir had passed by, this one was completely untouched. Well, unless you count all the stuff flung on the ground due to seismic activity. So, Volnutt wandered inside. While the furniture was cool, he had a sinking suspicion that none of it would last very long if he so much as touched it. Abel City was from his dad’s prime, for goodness sakes. Rather than risk irreversible damage to the inanimate inhabitants of the house (and risk making the potential ghost angrier!), Volnutt instead chose to step into the kitchen portion of the room. There were a couple of appliances on the counter, really old tech though. He wasn’t sure if there’d be any sort of price for that. Although… there was always the possibility that maybe someone was collecting this sort of stuff. Next to said counter was a long dead refrigerator.

Hard pass on looking anywhere near that.

Instead, he chose to look inside of one of the drawers. And was surprised to find silverware. Much like what he usually ate with. He recalled X saying something about Abel City being apart of a country called… Japan? Maybe? Either way, he had claimed that a vast majority of people there used something called “chopsticks” to eat food with. Which was basically just two sticks one held in a certain way in order to pick up and grip said food. Sounded super complicated to Volnutt. So it was odd seeing regular old silverware here. Who knows, maybe the last owner found the concept of chopsticks complicated, too.

Closing the drawer, Volnutt looked towards the living space. There was a simple couch, and an egg shaped chair. That was kind of cool. All the tables, however, had all sorts of clutter on them. Like the owner was far too lazy to find a proper space for everything. Maybe they just thought there would be time for it later…

Ok, that’s enough sad thoughts.

In any case, maybe there’d be something interesting over there.

As Volnutt made his way over to the space, his boot crunched upon some glass. Looking down, he noticed a couple of picture frames on the floor. Crouching down, he gently picked one up. It was upside down, of course. So he gently turned it over.

And his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Within the frame, was a picture of X. Back from when he was still a reploid. He was sitting at a desk; looking over some sort of thin, holographic pad, while holding onto some sort of wonky looking mug. There were some markings on the cup, but they either must have been decorative or in some old language. Volnutt couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But… just the fact that this picture somehow survived everything was a miracle. Maybe the person who lived here was a fan or something. X had mentioned that he had been pretty well known back in the day, after all. Heck, maybe this person had more! Excited at the prospect, Volnutt quickly flipped over another picture.

This one, however, was not of his father. Rather, it showed a young woman standing next to a different reploid. He looked pretty young, not that that meant much from what he recalled X telling him about reploids. The reploid was clad in navy and grey armor; red marks could be seen going down it in intricate patterns, with a bright, blue gem on both the chest piece and helmet. His ears reminded Volnutt of a cat, almost, and his red hair was spiked up like a fire. The most defining feature of the reploid, however, was an ‘x’ shaped scar spreading across his nose. The woman, on the other hand, was rather plain. Ruddy brown hair pulled into a long braid off to the right side of her face, she was dressed rather casually. Just a mauve shirt, jeans, and a comically oversized army green coat. Both her and the reploid were smiling, striking a victory sign at the camera.

Volnutt couldn’t help but smile back at it. He remembered both his father and siblings speaking about how awful things between reploids and humans used to be. At least these two somehow managed to get along.

“Is this where you’ve been the whole time?”

If you asked him, Volnutt definitely did not scream. Not even a peep. No sir, he was definitely not taken by surprise from Fefnir’s sudden reappearance. The laugh that Fefnir let out, however, would tell you this was one hundred percent a lie.

“Dang, now I’m really wondering how you’re still alive,” Fefnir teased. “You’d never survive out on the battlefield.” Volnutt turned away from his older sibling, -definitely not hiding a blush- glaring at the wall. “Whatever,” he grumbled. “Did you find anything?” Fefnir let out a puff of irritation. “Nope, not even a good fight,” he complained. “How about you? Find anything in this dump?” Volnutt rolled his eyes at his siblings blunt language. “Kind of,” he said, showing Fefnir the frame he had been holding. “There’s also one of dad from when he was a reploid!” Fefnir grabbed the picture with an interested look on his face as Volnutt picked up the previously discarded photo of their father. The older sibling also glanced at the picture in his baby brother’s hands. “I mean, that’s definitely him,” Fefnir mused. “But not how I remember him looking. Must have been an older model then. Now this…” he raised the picture in his lap hands. “You know who that is?” Volnutt shook his head. “Do you?” he asked. Fefnir let out a snort. “Yeah, that’s Uncle Axl,” he grinned.

“Wait, what?!”

“Yeah, I remember seeing pics of him in the archives,” Fefnir explained. “Not my favorite place, but hey. Had to learn some stuff somehow. No idea who the chick is, though.” Volnutt shrugged. “Maybe a friend,” he guessed. “Or, I don’t know, maybe a fan?” Fefnir shrugged as well. “Who knows,” he said, tossing the picture onto the ground. “I’m ready to go home. I’m hungry.” Volnutt let out a scoff as he quickly picked up the discarded photo. “Fine,” he grumbled, gathering the two pictures in his arms. “Let’s get out of here.” Fefnir quirked a brow. “You’re bringing those home?” he asked. Volnutt nodded, glaring at his brother. “Yeah, I think dad would like them,” he insisted. “Besides, then this wasn’t a total bust.” Fefnir merely rolled his eyes. “Whatever, pipsqueak,”

“Whatever, jerk face,”

Fefnir let out a laugh at that.

It was cathartic, to say the least. The life X was now living. No longer was he the legendary Maverick Hunter, nor was he the leader of what remained of society. He was just… X. A source for historical knowledge, to be sure, but there was nothing hanging on his shoulders. He could just… be a father for his children. It was truly the greatest privilege he had ever experienced. Currently, said privilege involved making dinner. Nights were slowly becoming colder as fall was settling further and further in the year, thus he had decided on an easy and simple soup. It was then that he realized it was uncharacteristically quiet in the house. That rarely boded well.

“HARPUIA, I WILL END YOU!”

Ah, there it was.

“Levi, we do not yell in the house!” X called out to his daughter from the kitchen. He had no idea what had happened this time, but it was a common occurrence for arguments to break out. “He went into my room!” Leviathan argued, entering the kitchen. “I did not!” Harpuia called from the living room. "We still do not yell,” X chastised. Levi just let out a loud groan. “Now Harpuia, did you go into Levi’s room?” X asked, he had a sneaking suspicion it was not in fact Harpuia, but rather the younger… more mischievous son. “No, father,” Harpuia answered. “Of course you would say that!” Levi grumbled.

“And what exactly is your proof?” X asked her. “I found feathers all over the floor!” she argued. “Ah yes,” Harpuia snarked from his seat on the couch. “I went into your room where I know you don’t want me, and made sure to leave a ton of feathers specifically so that you would know I was there. Truly, a brilliant plan on my part.” Levi let out a snarl at him. “That’s enough, you two,” X snapped. Sometimes he wondered how they had managed as Guardians. But, carbons were far closer to humans than they were reploids; it made sense that they wouldn’t be quite as mature in this form as they had been, once upon a time. “Phantom!” he called out for his younger son. “Yes, father?” the purple clad boy answered in a honeyed tone, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Had X not been used to combat all his life, he likely would have been startled. However, it was that coupled with the fact that Phantom had a tendency to sneak around like a cat that left him rather used to it. “Stop sneaking into your sister’s room,” X chastised. Phantom put on an offended expression. “I would never!” he said, acting aghast at the mere mention. “Is that why you wanted some of my feathers?” Harpuia asked, finally entering the kitchen.

“YOU,” Leviathan yelled at her younger sibling. “Leviathan!” X barked. “What did I just say?!” In lieu of answering, Levi leapt at her younger brother. Phantom’s quick reflexes were the only thing that saved him from winding up on the ground.

Just another day.

“NOT IN THE HOUSE!” X yelled at his two younger children. Neither acknowledged him, of course. Phantom was currently running out of the kitchen with Levi in hot pursuit. X let out a long-suffering sigh. He loved his children, but they certainly were a handful. “I’ll make sure they don’t break anything,” Harpuia sighed as he trailed off after his siblings. “Thank you, Harpuia,” X groaned as he turned back to the task he had been interrupted in. It was nearly ready, he just had to add the noodles. As he did so, X took a look at the time. It was slowly getting darker out, causing worry to bubble up in his chest. He hadn’t heard anything from Fefnir and Volnutt yet… X knew his boys were capable Diggers, but he still couldn’t help but worry about them whenever they were a little late. The two hadn’t said anything about it being a long excursion, but things often had a tendency to change.

In any case, X knew better than to make mountains out of molehills. If anything had gone wrong, those two knew exactly who to call.

The sound of the front door slamming dragged X from his musings with a quiet groan. “Sorry!” called out a voice he hadn’t quite been expecting, much to his relief. Volnutt and Fefnir had made it home safely. X couldn’t help the fond smile that spread over his face as he turned to see all five of his children enter the kitchen. Phantom looked a little worse for wear, but it seems that Levi had shown mercy; Fefnir was currently teasing his brother about it. Harpuia was shaking his head at the three’s antics, while Volnutt was carrying something in his arms. “How was the dig?” X asked. Fefnir let out a loud groan, a disappointed look on his face. “Complete bust,” he grumbled. “Nothing worth fighting, nothing worth a buck, and it was BORING.” X let out a chuckle. “What about you, Volnutt?” he asked his youngest. “What’d you find?”

Volnutt froze for a second, still seemingly unused to the amount of attention he’d often get from his family. “Oh uh…” Volnutt shifted the contents in his arms. “It’s… It’s nothing.” X watched Fefnir give him a weird look, but ultimately shrug. The blue clad carbon thought about pressing his youngest on the matter; it certainly didn’t seem like ‘nothing’ the way he was clutching it to his chest, but perhaps it was just something he wanted to keep to himself for now. “Alright, well, go ahead and get washed up,” X said. “All of you. Dinner is almost ready.”

It then became a mad dash between all five to get to the bathroom sink first.

Never a dull moment in this house, X thought to himself.

That evening, after all the dishes had been washed and put up (a family bonding activity that X made sure everyone participated in, much to their chagrin), X was sitting down in his study. It was… sparse to say the least. Books were on the rarer side, something X often missed. They had been seen as a novel thing, back in his day; what with holopads being seen as more convenient. But he had often preferred the feel of turning physical pages. Now, while holopads were a thing of myth, so many stories had been lost due to time. Even with all the effort the Neo Arcadian archivists put in all those years ago, some things just couldn’t be avoided.

A knock at the door brought X out of his thoughts. A knock he knew well. Checking the clock, he saw that it was a still a good amount of time before he preferred be in bed. Not that he was getting old! Well, he was (something he was admittedly grateful for) but not that old! “Come in,” he called; and just as he suspected, his youngest entered the room. Volnutt was holding something behind his back, peaking X’s curiosity. “What can I do for you?” X asked with a fond smile, putting the book he had been reading off to the side. “Uh… well,” Volnutt started, staring at the ground. “While Fefnir and I were on that dig, I uh… I found something interesting.” X let out a chuckle. “So you did find something, then?” he teased, causing Volnutt to blush a bit as he tried to come up with words to defend himself. It was far too easy to fluster the poor boy.

“I’m just teasing,” X assured his youngest. “Let me see what you found.” Reluctantly, Volnutt handed over an old, (rather destroyed) picture frame. Looking over it, X was flabbergasted to see a picture of himself from before the Elf Wars. “Where did you find this?” he asked, puzzled. He certainly didn’t remember this one being taken. It looked like it had been taken within one of his homes rather than the usual Maverick Hunter HQ photo-op. “Fefnir and I went to the Abel City ruins,” Volnutt explained. “I found this in one of the apartments.” X gave a hum of understanding. While he was still raking his brain to try and place the moment when he would have had this picture taken, Volnutt had already brought out another frame from behind his back. “I uh… I also found this one of Uncle Axl,” he explained. That caught X off guard. Perhaps the boys had stumbled upon the home of an old fan. In any case, X set down the first picture in order to hold onto the second.

He was not prepared for what he saw.

Volnutt noticed the shift of his father’s demeanor immediately. X had gone stock still, a hand slowly reaching up to cover his mouth. Had… had he done something wrong? Or… maybe his dad just hadn’t been ready to see an old picture of his friend after so long. Finally, after what felt like forever, X let out a watery sounding laugh. “That… that makes so much more sense now,” he mused, a melancholic look to his eyes. Volnutt was confused. What made sense? “Dad?” he asked. X shook his head. “Sorry, I just-“ he let out a deep sigh; closing his eyes as he shook his head.

When he opened them again, Volnutt saw that there were tears at the edge of his eyes. Ah crap, he hadn’t wanted to make his dad cry! Now what?! “Was that Uncle Axl’s girlfriend?” Volnutt blurted out. Ah yes. Real smooth. X let out another laugh. “Oh no,” he vehemently denied. “No, no, no. That-“ he let out another chocked sound. “That,” he tried again with a sigh. “Is you’re oldest sister, Brook.”

Volnutt looked at the picture in disbelief. His… oldest sister? “What?” he asked. “I don’t-“ X cut him off with a shake of his head. “It’s… it’s my fault,” he murmured. “I… I hadn’t thought of her in years. It hurt too much.” Volnutt glanced at his father, not entirely sure what to say. What do you say to that? “What happened to her?’ Volnutt quietly asked. X didn’t answer, but Volnutt could see that his grip on the picture had tightened by the whitening of his knuckles.

“War,” he finally, quietly answered.

Oh. Volnutt took another glance at the photo. It… it was a lot sadder now. “Were she and Axl good friends?” he asked, trying to distract X. Another watery smile crossed X’s face. “Oh, they got along like a house on fire,” he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. “To this day, I am still surprised that they never did. They sure tried their darndest.” Volnutt smiled at that. “How is she… uh… related?” Volnutt didn’t know if that was the right word, but oh well. X shook his head with a fond smile. “Well, I wound up taking her in after she pulled quite the stunt at sixteen,” he explained.

“What did she do?”

“She disguised herself as a reploid in order to hunt Mavericks.”

Volnutt stared at his father in disbelief. “What?” he exclaimed, as X let out another small laugh. “No way! How’d she do that?!”

“Well, with the help of an old, retired hunter, she managed to make a set of reploid armor that would help disguise the fact that she was human,” X explained. “He also walked her through on how to reverse engineer a buster into a rifle. You had to have special permits to buy a buster where she lived, and only hunters were eligible for that.”

“Why couldn’t she just be a hunter?” Volnutt asked. X let out a small sigh. “For starters, she was too young,” he said. “Age restrictions were taken a lot more seriously back then.” X gave Volnutt a pointed look at that. The younger carbon looked away; he knew his dad wasn’t the biggest fan of how young he was when he became a Digger, not that he had had a choice in the matter! “Not only that, but humans either had to be in a partnership with reploids,” X continued. “Or join what was known as the Guild in her country in order to hunt Mavericks. It was a safety thing.”

“So… why did she do it then?”

“Nobody else would,” X sighed with a defeated tone. “This was before the flood, so there was a lot of land back then. And a lot of places where farmers and people who didn’t want to live in cities lived were getting overlooked by both the Hunters and Guild. Mercenaries wouldn’t go out there either; not enough money to be made. So, she decided to do something about it.” Volnutt was quiet for a minute. “What about her parents?” he finally asked. “Why didn’t they stop her?” X sadly shook his head. “Brook’s parents…” he sighed. “They had died two years prior. Mavericks.” Volnutt made a quiet ‘oh’. “So… how’d she get found out?” he continued with his questions.

X glanced at him. “You remember me telling you about Massimo, Marino, and Cinnamon, right?” he asked, to which Volnutt nodded. He liked hearing about Massimo. “Well, they had been dispatched to a small city where Brook just so happened to be tracking down a Maverick. She wound up saving Cinnamon, actually. But, she definitely was not acting like a reploid should when they tried talking to her.

“So they wound up calling me as well as HQ to report her as a potential Maverick. And I chose to see what was going on. She was not an easy person to track down, let me tell you.” Volnutt couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Only reason I wound up catching her was because she fell out of a tree.”

“Was she okay?”

X shrugged. “A few broken bones, but nothing too much worse,” he told Volnutt. He winced, that certainly didn’t sound like fun. “So what caused you to take her in?” the younger boy asked. “Well, given that she broke a lot of laws, Brook was facing a lot of trouble,” X continued. “But, the news of what she did spread pretty quickly. And practically every farmer took her side. They were threatening to stop working if she was jailed. So the government decided to go ahead and enlist her into the Guild despite her age.

“And I just… I couldn’t let that happen,” X let out a sigh, a sad look on his face as he looked at the photo again. “It was bad enough to me that she had started acting as a mercenary, the rest of her life shouldn’t have revolved around fighting either. I just… I wanted to get her away from it and live the rest of her life as a normal human.”

“Did she?” Volnutt asked. X looked at his youngest with a wry smile. “Not even a little bit,” he sighed. “Oh, she was so angry when I told her I was taking her to Japan. That girl was dead set on fighting Mavericks, one way or another. We had so many arguments about the smallest things. Part of it was her hating the city, and the other part of it was her hating me, I think.” Volnutt gave X a bewildered look. “No way,” he denied. “There’s no way she could have hated you. You’re the best dad ever!” X chuckled as he ruffled Volnutt’s hair. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he told his youngest. “But, in her defense, she was dealing with a lot of baggage already. And quite frankly, I had no idea what I was doing. We both had to figure things out.” X then let out another chuckle. “She one time bit a kid at school,” he said.

“What?!”

“Oh yes,” X laughed. “She got into a fight with three boys at school and wound up biting one of them. That was by far the worst argument we got into.” Volnutt looked incredulously at the picture. Who would have thought. “So did she wind up joining the Guild?” Volnutt asked hesitantly. X let out a long sigh. “No, she instead wound up joining the Maverick Hunters,” he murmured. “Wound up losing her citizenship to her birth country because of it, but a deal was struck. Whenever there wasn’t a crisis, she would lead a team of rookies, whenever possible, to rural areas to track down stray Mavericks. ‘Coon-hunting’ she called it.”

Volnutt let out a chuckle. He didn’t know what a ‘coon’ was, but it was a funny word. “So what did she do?” he asked. “Like… in terms of fighting. I mean… I doubt she was doing what you, Uncle Zero, and Uncle Axl were doing.” X shook his head. “Oh no,” he said. “Brook was smart about it. She kept her distance. Sniping was her profession, and she was very good at it. Saved Axl’s butt on more than one occasion.”

X sighed, gently placing the photo down on his desk. “She would have loved all of you,” he muttered, wrapping his arm around Volnutt. “Thank you, for this.” Volnutt returned his father’s hug, glad to have shown it to him. “Hey, so if those photos were in that apartment we found,” Volnutt began. “I bet that means that might have been hers. Do you… do you maybe want to go look at it tomorrow?” X’s eyes softened. “I would love to,” he said. “Awesome!” Volnutt cheered. “OH! And maybe we could bring everyone else! They could hear about her too!”

“I think I would like that.”

It was a shame carbons had lost the ability to see Cyber Elves. If they hadn’t, perhaps the two exiting the room would have noticed a familiar face currently watching them with a sad, but fond smile.

In any case, it was time to go.

#mmx #mmx fanfiction #legends reborn au #OC #i should note this is basically an au of my fic #spoilers #but only in relation to things ive already writtwn

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machiavellli · 4 months

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I want to have a little discussion about the behavior of an anon:

*Possible Hogwarts legacy spoiler in the pic, even if I covered them, and the discussion is spoiler free don’t worry*

I really can’t understand why a person would want to waste even just mere seconds of their life just for trying to cause pain in others…is your life that bad?

In any case my dear facc ‘e cazz che par ‘a wallera anon, jokes on you: I already (willingly) spoilered the entire game to myself🥰 when it first came out, because I never thought I would be able to get it and I wanted to know what happened. And also because I can’t stand any level of thriller, seriously when it’s night in the game I feel already too much pressure LOL💀💀

But this really got me wonder the intention behind this…you wanted to hurt me? To ruin the game that I openly express my excitement about? But why? Do you know me? Did I do something to you? Or is negativity just so present in yourself that you can’t help but be just genuinely a bad person, which it’s simply just sad. Your attempt is sad.

And that “oh and…” who are you? My little cousin (who is twelve) trying to do a trick on me🤨🤨

But believe me when I said that nothing on this platform is ever going to be as relevant as anything else that actually happens in real life.

(Besides the fact that I just recived a splendid news and honestly I can’t stop similing right now for the excitement, so you really tried in the most unuseful moment lol)

I will only remember the positives things from this experience on tumblr which have been many and I still can’t understand how it all happened over a little bit more than a month😭❤️

Now, anon has been blocked, because I apply my moral laws everywhere and tumblr is no different. You disturb my peace? You get cut out. And I don’t really give second chances.

In conclusion, I would like to end on a serious note. If you are dealing with stressful situations or it’s just a bad chapter of your life, I’m very good at listening, I’ve helped many people in the past. I’m always up for a chat, we don’t have to know each other, I know how important internet friends can be, some of my friends are people that I met through fandoms and even if we have never met each other we are still friends after years and years❤️

Also for battling the negativity, later I’ll do another tweet post. I know that it takes 5 positive things to forget 1 negative thing, but we are going to have to roll with 3 tweets🙃💗

#it might be a bit long and bit pointless for some #but I am a curious being #and I like discussion ✌️🙃#hope yall have/had a wonderful day💗💗#See yaaa now I’ll play a bit HL and then I’m signed up for a run #hogwarts legacy #anon hate #my blog stuff

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asm5129 · 1 year

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RWBY v9 e4 Thoughts and Analysis

Genuinely might be my favorite opening of the entire show.

Also, genuinely, screw everyone who ever said Ruby didn’t have a character arc.

RWBY is really, really good at keeping stories going in the background even as the main focus shifts around. So just...stop with that shit, okay? CRWBY are very particular with what they choose to do and when. Not everything's perfect, but if you get hung up on things you didn’t like from the past, you’ll never be able to fully appreciate what’s happening now. It’s always gonna bother you in the back of your mind. Ruby wasn’t always the most important person in the show. Let it go so you can talk about what led us here, to this exceptional story. We good? Good.

“You do not go to the tree, the tree goes to you! Unless of course you’re me, you see?”

Yeah, so the Curious Cat (referred to as CC from here on out) is definitely in some position of authority in the Ever After, but they do not control it or anything like that. I suppose we shall find out their role soon enough.

Regardless, it seems that the Tree decides when you’re ready to leave, not you. CC can bypass that it seems, but i doubt that will work for our heroes.

If the residents of the Ever After exist to facilitate a story, then the Tree will let them out when the story is done.

Maybe the Ever After only rained when Ruby was sad (rather than, for instance, Weiss) because it’s deemed her the protagonist of the story that must reach it’s conclusion before RWBY and co are allowed to leave? Just a thought.

“it’s a matter of perspective” that’s an intriguing line

Also, Little does not have a history with CC like I thought they and the other mice might. However, that’s not to say CC liking to eat mice has no impact on whether the mice know what a cat is, especially since last week Little wasn’t even completely convinced they were a mouse.

It’s been said before, but CC really is a standout character. The design, the performance, the power set, even the dialogue make literally everything about them engaging. As does, of course, the characterization, cuz this Cat is just as impossible as any cat irl. Now i actually like cats, but I’ll be the last one to say they don’t tend towards being completely absurd and impossible in their behavior

CC just takes that to the next level. Honestly though CC is basically just ADHD: the animal

Craving a steady stream of interesting conversations to keep them focused

too real 😅

“Got ‘im! Totally roasted”

From the tone of Yang’s voice, i genuinely think she was just throwing poor Weiss a bone here 😄

Missed a chance to have CC making a cat video tbh, but “Luminous Rectangle” and “why is it printing tiny flat versions of me” is still amazing

CC just briefly giving voice to some of the common complaints about RWBY is kinda nice

its CRWBY saying “We’re listening. We hear you. We are working to address your concerns, but only to the point that it won’t compromise our story.”

Also roasting the gods is fun. Does seem like it’s clear that the Gods have nothing to do with the Ever After then, though, if CC both didn’t know and is super comfortable calling them out this way

More information about Alyx, from a new source. Love how everyone who speaks about her has a different take, it makes her really interesting.

Also rare smiling v9 Ruby Rose sighting

I love that CC is still a cat, with all the usual catlike behaviors. Would've been easy to anthropomorphize them more, I’m happy that didn’t happen.

“Each acre is made specifically for it’s inhabitants and their roles”

Intriguing. So...does CC not have an acre to call home? If not, why not? What makes them unique among this world’s rules?

a grogurt parfait, huh? Sounds gross.

“Well I’m sure we’ll cause a lot less trouble once we’re back to normal” oh Weiss, honey, I wouldn’t count on that 😂

Ugh CC Blake’s right, they've got enough problems without you reminding them of what’s happening in remnant

“Oh no, i wasn’t paying attention” Ruby you are one of 5 people and your entire bag of trauma just got poked, it’s not your fault. You gotta work on that self-blaming instinct, he says knowing full well how hard that is from personal experience (seriously, i see so much of myself in Ruby)

The Lonely carpenter and the rusted Knight

one sweet, one handsome

Guessing we’ll meet them soon enough

Also that confirms the Knight in the trailer and intro isn’t Jaune. the Knight was in the original book.

So yeah was wrong about the Chekov's butterfly

Couple interesting lines here

First

”I’m the herbalist. Until I’m not, anyway”

Our first hint that roles are not set in stone.

and second

“Everyone needs help these days. Everyone.” Who else is Herb referring to?

“Huntresses are heroes. We protect those who can’t protect themselves” Blake is really following in Ruby’s stead, this is literally the line Ruby gives her all the way back in volume 1 when they talk about their love of books. Of course, she’s doing it after going through all the healing Ruby hasn’t done yet. It is cool to see this dichotomy of Blake stepping up and embodying what she valued in Ruby while Ruby becomes more like she was in volume 1 and 2

Also, I like that Ruby’s answer to “What does a huntress do” is “fight monsters”. it shows that she’s still thinking about things wrong

“In order to help you become whatever it is you need to become, you really ought to have a better understanding of what you are now”. Great line. Cuts straight to the heart of the issue.

.”This is how a king winds up a prince”

So...the Red Prince used to be the Red King? And he became the Red Prince, perhaps because he didn’t understand who he was, and thus who he wanted to be wasn’t quite right? We’ll see. But clearly there’s a much more complicated transformation process that can happen here than we expected. Perhaps a far more literal one, as well.

“You don’t have to go forward you know. You could go back. Back to before.”

Before she lost her arm. It’s not about her arm though--it’s about everything. It’s about going back to what things were like before beacon fell. Going back to who she was like before beacon fell.

Yang is shocked--but she doesn't immediately reject the idea. Unlike Blake...

“You could just be human. Or just a cat. It’s up to you.”

“Why would i do that?”

“I told you. It’s simple. Much simpler than trying to be a bridge between human and faunus. Why struggle with that responsibility?”

So it’s clear now. The reason Blake wasn’t front and center on injustice during the Atlas arc.

This is what she was struggling with. Well this, and taking the life of an actual living, breathing person

Doesn’t matter that it was Adam, he was still a person.

So for a couple volumes she just...stopped trying to be that bridge. Focused on proving to her loved ones that she had grown, and that she wouldn’t run away again. Showing them--and especially Yang--that she loved them.

“You could be a nobody. Isn’t that what you want? to be free?”

God i’m so proud of these girls. This is such a beautiful scene. It’s so well directed, so well written, and there’s so much we can all learn from it, purely on an emotional growth level..

And then we come to Ruby. And unlike her friends, she doesn’t have it in her to reject the part of herself that appears here. Instead, she gets this brutal face-to-face with all of her worst insecurities, worst impulses, all her imposter syndromes and her habit of putting everything on her own shoulders. honestly this section deserves a deep dive all its own.

“You don’t even have to be Ruby Rose. So. Who are you gonna be?”

Ruby is gonna go through a major transformation this volume. I can only hope it’s the one she needs.

I’m really curious why exactly CC was so angry about what Herb was doing. What exactly did he do wrong? Hopefully we will find out tomorrow.

the “That’s a bit much” lien from herb intrigues me though. Was he affected by the pain the girls--and Ruby in particular--were being forced to confront?

“Take a little bit of my heart”

Really curious about CC’s powers

and little being adorable again. Can’t wait for tomorrow!!

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Update 🥴

Soooo yall I know promised the holiday fics but either a) they’re just going to be put out later or b) we might need to wait till next year… end of the semester was crazyyyy for me honestly. Thanksgiving break I did a bit of traveling, when I got back I had 3 papers and 3 exams to get done all in about 2 weeks— I’m done luckily, we’re through all the stress but now I’m on vacation and won’t be back home till Christmas so… 😬

The chances of me getting things done while I’m here is pretty slim, we’re pretty booked so I really won’t have too much time to write unfortunately… I might be able to do the Tae one I had planned because that one is short and even though it’ll be a little late, I might be able to get it out and done! I had started Jimin and Jk’s fics but they’re a bit longer and def won’t get it done before Christmas butttt maybe a delayed January post… maybe? I won’t make any promises because I’ve been so stressed basically since November and I don’t want to overdo it before the next semester starts and I have work all over again. I’ll write what I can but again like I promised things are planned and nearly ready for next year if all else fails. Pecattiphilia will be returning soon, my first part of my Jk series will certainly be posted sometime next year, working on the last two parts before I am ready to post— plus I’ll finally get back to all those unfinished oneshots I have sitting in my drafts still. 2024 I’ll be back hopefully more than ever!

Also been really sad since Tae, Joon, Jk, and Jimin all left— been an army since 2017 and I’m so used to having them in my life. Flip flopping between 2025 will be here before we know it and just dread cause it’s only been a few days and I’m this close to loosing it. It’s actually crazy, even though I didn’t start posting on tumblr till 2020 I think I’ve been working on BTS fics since the year I became a fan. That work is on wattpad and if you ever want a good laugh you can check out ‘If…’ major cringe but also a bit of a tease for my major project *hint hint cause I feel bad* A better version of it will be out hopefully soon here on tumblr! Anyway, that was to say that BTS have seriously been a major part of my life and I feel lost knowing that we have to move the next 18 months without them, many of yall probably feel the same way. I will do my best next year along with Seokjin and Hobi at filling the void a little until our ot7 returns better than ever. Miss my babies lots and ughhhh can’t wait for 2025!

tl;dr

Traveling, exams, papers kept me busy and couldn’t work on holiday fics— might be published later in January but no promises,,, working on stuff to post next year,,, missing bts like crazy, bring my babies home :’)

#yoonieper updates #missing bts

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Look past the wavering flames, and maybe you’ll find the answers to your questions. Voice lines about Freisha […………]

[Hello] —

“Traveler? It is a pleasure to meet you.. I trust you know who i am? No? Hm.. How sad.. Anyhow, i am Freisha, 8th of the Fatui Harbingers. I am honoured to have finally met you.”

[Chat: The Fatui] —

“You’re asking why i’m the 8th? Ah, well the Harbingers can’t just leave one of the ranks open now can they? This explains why you may not have heard of me yet.”

[Chat: Travels] —

“You should visit Fontaine if you ever have the chance, it truly is beautiful. Even though i’ve lived more than half my life there, it’s beauty never fails to impress me.”

[Chat: Art] —

“I truly do wish i had more time on my hands, i’d love to be able to just sit in my office, maybe do a little sketching, perhaps a painting even?”

[Chat: Cards] —

“I always did love card games when i was younger. Say Traveler, whenever you’re free would you like to join me?”

[When it rains] —

“How i’d wish the rain was there for me that day.. Hm, I guess i shouldn’t be so greedy though.”

[When it snows] —

“I’ve grown used to the cold, living in Snezhnaya, this is nothing.”

[Good Morning] —

“Up so early? I trust you had a good sleep last night? Good. Well then, we mustn’t waste too much time now.”

[Good Afternoon] —

“Lovely weather isn’t it? I hope it doesn’t take a turn for the worse.”

[Good Night] —

“You’ve had a long day Traveler, get a good nights sleep. You deserve it.”

[About Freisha] —

“I wonder what would’ve happened to me if i hadn’t gotten my vision during that fire. Hm, i’d properly be dead by now even if i still got it without The Doctors help..”

[About us: Friends] —

“Now now, just because i’m one of the Harbingers doesn’t mean i’ll cause you harm. It’s understandable for you to feel that way of course but, no harm should come to you by my hand. As long as you don’t get in my or Her Majesty’s way of course.”

[About the Vision] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“My vision saved my life, the very element that was about to end my life, Pyro. I was about to be consumed by the flames, then it was right in front of me, clearing a path for me out of the house safely, i’ll never forget that day.”

[About us: The Nights Sky] — Friendship Level 6 Required.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it? Each tiny little speck of white in the sky holds a different story. Much like yours.”

[About us: Blessings] — Friendship Level 6 Required.

“You, Traveler, are able to access all of the elements of the lands you visited so far? Wow, and not even with a vision or a delusion.. I’m impressed. You really might have the blessings of the Celestia.”

[About us: Honesty] — Friendship Level 6 required.

“You’re doubting my honesty towards you? Traveler, i’ve been nothing but honest with you. I won’t deny the fact that someday we will eventually become enemies on the battlefield but if i wanted to, i could’ve ruined your life way before we even met. Please have a tiny bit a faith in me until we meet on opposite sides, Traveler?”

[Something to Share] —

“I’m glad you’re fond of your family, Traveler, can’t say i feel the same way about mine. All you have to know is that one day, i will make them pay for every crime they’ve committed against me.”

[Interesting Things] —

“Traveler! Would you like to join me? I have something i need to take care of, consider it.. a personal matter. I also heard they might have some information that you could really use. How about it?”

[About Tsaritsa] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“Her Majesty? She has a kind soul, i thank her for allowing me to join her forces all those years ago. It seems i really owe my whole life to her..”

[About The Jester] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“Ah him.. He always has that face, all serious and no laughs. He’s an amazing leader don’t get me wrong but would it really kill him to have some fun?”

[About The Doctor] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“Dottore helped me a lot back in the days. Developing my abilities, even making my delusion personally for my skill sets. He may be an odd one with all his clones around his lab, but nonetheless, i am in his debt.”

[About The Captain] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“I’ve never really talked much to him, he really is a mystery. His combat skills are nothing to sneeze at either.”

[About Damselette] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“That girl.. she doesn’t talk much. Her singing is amazing yet, there’s something weird about her that i can’t put my finger on.. Oh well, it isn’t my place to investigate her anyways.”

[About The Knave] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“She’s a formidable training partner. Always one step ahead of everyone.. Although it does get on my nerves sometimes, it’s just a sign of how much harder i need to push myself.”

[About The Regrator] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“I can never seem to wrap my head around his theories no matter how many times he tries to explain them to me, he’s a nice guy don’t get me wrong but his passion in mora is slightly concerning.”

[About the Rooster] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“I don’t have much to comment on him but, when i was younger he did try his best to make me feel welcomed. Being young and afraid in the Palace is a no good attitude for a future harbinger after all.”

[About The Marionette] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“I’ve always wanted to ask why she has that machine just follow her around all day but never had the courage to. She’s always researching so even if i really wanted to, i barely see her anyways so what’s the point?”

[About Tartaglia] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“Tartaglia? I’d say he’s the nicest one out of all the Harbingers. Amazing training partner since he’ll never decline an invitation to train a little. He’s helped me improve so many things about myself. He truly is a good man.”

[About The Fair Lady] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“Ah, Signora.. She was the one assigned to assist me in using my vision properly since she too had a Pyro vision. I’ll never forget what she had done for me in the past. ”

[About The Balladeer] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“Even before he left with the Electro Gnosis, i never was close to him. His attitude always put me off, so i stayed far away from him. What’s more annoying is that now since he ran away, us Harbingers are tasked to go retrieve it. How tiresome..”

[More About Freisha: I] —

“I always did love the sound of crackling fire, it’s calming. i guess that’s why i didn’t panic much back then when it happened.”

[More About Freisha: II] — Friendship Level 3 Required.

“I sometimes think about if i refused Her Majesty’s offer to join the Harbingers. I wouldn’t have to go through Dottore’s experiments that’s for sure.. Oh well, there’s no point thinking of the past, what’s been done has been done.”

[More About Freisha: III] — Friendship Level 4 Required.

“It’s sad how basically the only people i’ve known my entire life except my.. family, are the Harbingers. Could never make friends before so add that with the amount of work being a Harbinger requires, there was no possible way for me to make a friend outside the Palace walls. Thank you Traveler, for staying with me even for a while.”

[More About Freisha: IV] — Friendship Level 5 Required.

“If you’d like, i could take you to Fontaine, i heard that that’s where you’re next stop is, correct? I’d love to show you the city and maybe even a little of my childhood, as short as it was. I’m sure you’ll like it there. Plus, i do have some unfinished business i need to take care off.”

[More About Freisha: V] — Friendship Level 6 Required.

“I do hope that when i return to Snezhnaya and i eventually see you again, you and me won’t be directly opposing each other. I’d hate for something like that to ruin our relationship, after all you do make quite good company.”

[Freisha’s Hobbies] —

“Me? Hm.. I don’t have much time to myself so i suppose i don’t have many hobbies. You’ll have to show me some when i have the time, doing anything in your presence doesn’t seem half bad after all.”

[Freisha’s Troubles] —

“There’s not much that can get under my skin, sure i may get frustrated at how much paper work i may have been given that day but in the end, it doesn’t bother me that much.”

[Favourite Food] —

“There was this bakery in Fontaine near where my house was, there would always be these delicious fresh pastries being sold daily. Ahh how do i miss my homeland..”

[Least Favourite Food] —

“I guess saying it as an adult now sounds silly but i was never a fan of vegetables.”

[Receiving A Gift: I] —

“Well this is a pleasant surprise. I will cherish it Traveler.”

[Receiving A Gift: II] —

“I appreciate you spending this much time for me, i really do.”

[Receiving A Gift: III] —

“Oh? You made me this? If i didn’t know any better i’d say you were aiming for my heart this time.. Nonetheless less, thank you for this Traveler.”

[Birthday] —

“Word on the street is that it’s your birthday today Traveler. I hope you have an amazing day. If you need anything, you know where to find me. Happy Birthday my friend.”

[Feelings About Ascension: Intro] — Ascension Phase 1

“Traveler! Could you help me with something? I’d like to try something out..”

[Feelings About Ascension: Building’s Up] —Ascension Phase 2

“There’s still so much more i could improve on, but i think for now this should be sufficient.”

[Feelings About Ascension: Climax] —Ascension Phase 4

“Why don’t i take you out to somewhere nice Traveler? After all you’ve been helping me a lot recently. I thank you for that.”

[Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion] — Ascension Phase 6

“Say, how about a little one on one? I’m sure you’ve gotten way stronger since the last time i saw you. I could say the same thing about myself, Traveler.”

COMBAT —

[Elemental Skill] —

“Mark my words!”

“Not so fast!”

“Your attempts amuse me.”

“Don’t try to run away now~”

[Elemental Burst] —

“No mercy shall be shown.”

“Don’t even try to escape.”

[Sprint Start] —

“Do we have to..?”

[Deploying Wind Glinder] —

“Be careful, the winds may change at any time.”

[Opening Treasure Chests] —

“Is that all..?”

“If you’re happy, i’m happy Traveler.”

“This is rather, underwhelming..”

[Low Hp] —

“This is nothing.”

“Maybe i should start taking this seriously.”

“Well this is new.”

[Ally at Low Hp] —

“I’ll take it from here.”

“Rookie mistake.”

[Fallen] —

“What went.. wrong..”

“I.. lost..?”

“I’ll be.. back..”

[Light Hit Taken] —

“You just got lucky.”

[Heavy Hit Taken] —

“You’ll pay for that.”

[Joining Party] —

“You need me? How cute.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

authors notes: ahh the long awaited voice lines of my genshin oc Freisha! sorry this took so long i was really lazy and school started so 😭😭 tempted to do a Freisha x reader… hm..

also considering childe or maybe scara for her too but idk.. if that ever happens you can just imagine yourself as Freisha i don’t mind HAHAHA

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin oc #childe x reader #childe #scara potential enemies to lovers…?#scaramouche x reader #genshin oc x reader #freisha

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