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Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester

Title: Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester Words: 2,959 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Christmas chapter.

I walked with my friend in the mall. We were doing last-minute shopping for Christmas when we stumbled upon the mall fountain. She chuckled bringing my attention to it. It had been decorated for Christmas with a big sign explaining that throwing a coin into the fountain and making a wish would come true on Christmas day. She's superstitious so she pulled two coins from her pocket, a wide smile on her face. I accepted one of the coins reluctantly with a sad smile. I know exactly what I'm going to wish for, it's the same thing I always wish for.

I held the coin tightly, putting my heart and soul into the wish. Mentally begging it to come true. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I wish Dean would find me," I thought to myself before throwing the coin and watching as it sunk to the bottom of the fountain floor. I sighed knowing that this wish was no different from all the other times I had wished. Just like always I knew I was going to be let down. Dean Winchester was the one who got away.

It was a classic case of the right person but the wrong time. Dean and I had been hunting together when Sam was in college, we were somewhat young and irresponsible but we were a team. After 2 years we finally started dating, it was perfect, it was natural and amazing. We only experienced it for a month before his dad disappeared and Dean had to ask Sam for help. We tried long distance for a little while but with both of us constantly hunting and Dean's new mission of finding the yellow-eyed demon, we didn't work out.

We agreed mutually that it was a bad time and it only hurt more knowing we were separate. We both cried, we told stories and all I needed was his arms around me, reassuring me but unfortunately, we had to do it over the phone as we were on opposite sides of the country.

I know I should forget about him and should have fully moved on in the 11 years since I've seen him but no man ever compares to him. He's ruined my views on relationships because I haven't had a single boyfriend as good as Dean. There was a time I stayed adamant to keep my phone number so he could always reach me but when I was fighting a small gang of vampires, my phone and SIM card were destroyed. It ruined me but it had been years since I had heard from him and so I should have let it go by that point.

My best friend woke up early to wave me off as I left. She doesn't know that I hunt monsters, she thinks I'm a pilot so it explains why I'm gone for weeks and sometimes months. It also gives me an excuse to not have a fixed address as I explained I would rather stay in hotels so that I don't have to pay for electricity in a house I won't be in. She's not the smartest person I know so it makes it a little easier lying to her. She'll believe anything.

My friend tried insisting that I stay for Christmas but monsters don't rest, I don't have time. It was the day before Christmas Eve when I left, much to her dismay. We'd already exchanged gifts and she's amazing. She knows I never buy new clothes so any holiday for exchanging gifts she gets me a new wardrobe. It comes in handy as I often get clothes ruined when I'm hunting but sometimes she gets me things I wouldn't be able to fight in.

I stopped in a motel in East Iowa, I had seen suspicious activity on the news which made me think it was a possible shapeshifter. They're a pain in the ass but someone's got to do it. I tried checking in, and getting a room for the night but they explained they were booked full for the next couple of days. Not ideal but I'll just have to live in my car for a little while.

The hunt was tedious, but it was quick as the shifter was sloppy and I killed the shifter in the early hours of Christmas morning. After living in my car, it soon became apparent I had an issue with my car. I had stopped in a diner car park, opening the bonnet to take a look. I soon came to the realisation I either had a leak in the coolant tank or a clogged heater core and so needed replacements. I asked in the diner if there were any mechanics open or somewhere I could get car parts on Christmas day. I was given the address and directions to a salvage yard that never seemed to close.

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I pulled up to the salvage yard, finding it was a house on the property. I stopped the car, assessing the house as I wondered if I should leave since they were probably celebrating Christmas and didn't want to disturb the owner. I sighed knowing I couldn't keep sleeping in my cold car. I climbed out of the car and approached the front door. I knocked lightly and checked the time on my watch making sure it wasn't too early to be knocking. The door opened to an older gentleman looking at me a little confused, I smiled politely.

"Hi, I just need some car parts. If it's not a good time, I can just go," I explained but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, you need a hand?" He asked but I shook my head.

"I'll be okay, I'm just having an issue with either my coolant tank or I have a clogged heating core so I'll just look for replacements," I explained but he nodded with a smile.

"I'll help, it might be easier finding it together," He explained, stepping inside to grab a jacket.

"Oh, you don't have to. I realise it's Christmas and you're probably celebrating with family," I explained but he chuckled.

"Nah, my two boys are out of state, we're not big on Christmas," He explained making me a little sad he was alone and I smiled sadly as I nodded.

"I totally get it, I don't have family so Christmas is just another day to me," I explained as he stepped out, leading me to the scrap cars.

“So you’re doing nothing today?” He asked as he popped the hood of a close by car. I chuckled as I did the same with another car.

“Yeah, I’ll be on the road again.” I shrugged. Happily getting my hands dirty as I checked the car.

“Well, why don’t you stay here? We may be strangers but I’ll cook you a warm meal.” He explained and I was touched by his sentiment.

“Maybe I will. I’m Y/N,” I explained, holding my hand out for him to shake. We didn’t care about the oil on our hands and shook them with a smile.

“Bobby,” he explained.

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Bobby and I had found the parts. He helped me install the parts and after letting the car run a while it was perfect. I tried paying Bobby but he refused. His argument was that I was making his Christmas more bearable.

We went inside, Bobby was wondering what to make for Christmas dinner as he hadn't prepared anything special. I walked into his lounge following him as he explained he would have a microwave meal.

"I don't mind having a microwave meal with you, I quite like them and I can always-" I stopped as I looked to the ceiling surprised. Bobby seemed to notice my silence as he turned around to look at me confused before following my line of sight. He seemed stunned silent as if he couldn't think of a lie. "You're a hunter too?" I asked, pointing to the devil trap painted onto the ceiling. He smiled happily.

"Thank God, I had no excuse ready." He chuckled, relaxing as he took a seat at his desk.

"Wait, You're a hunter and your name is Bobby. You don't know Dean Winchester, do you?" I asked it's a long shot but -

"Yeah, I practically raised him. Sam too. They're my boys I mentioned earlier." He explained a little confused before his eyes widened. "Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked. I was shocked he knew of me. Either Dean has talked about me in the past and he had a great memory or he's heard of me from someone else. Weird coincidence though. I nodded softly. His lips curled into a wide grin. "I've been looking for you for years!" He exclaimed excitedly shocking me as he jumped up to grab his phone.

"Looking for me why?" I asked, worry filling me as I wondered if this whole thing might be a trap.

"Sam asked me to track you down so you and Dean can meet again, he's never shut up about you. He thought you died," He explained as he started dialling the phone before freezing. "Do you want to see him?" He asked. I grinned at the news. Dean never stopped talking about me, he was looking for me. Oh my God. This can't be real. What are the odds?

"Yeah, I always wondered what happened to him," I replied playing it cool but inside I was doing cartwheels, dancing, hell, I was even doing back flips. Am I really going to see Dean again after all these years?

Bobby called Sam and explained that he found me and to bring Dean, we would get some food for making Christmas dinner. He excitedly explained he wanted to make it a real Christmas. Sam said it would be a few hours before they could get here, around 7PM but was more than happy to make the trip.

Bobby put me in charge of decorating as I helped him get everything from the attack and he was quick to leave to see what food he could get. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I remembered the Christmas wish I had made in the fountain, never believing it would actually come true. But here I am, decorating a stranger's house, food soon coming, Dean, the love of my life on his way. I worried about how he might react to seeing me. I worried I wouldn't be the same or maybe he wouldn't but I always knew he was the right person, wrong time but now might be the right time.

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Bobby was back after a few hours. Nowhere was open but picked up a menu from a restaurant that was open and happy to deliver. He helped me finish putting up the decorations before he shooed me off to dress nicer. I laughed as I went back to my car, deciding to move it to the back of the house so he wouldn't see it. He hasn't seen this car but I don't want him suspicious someone else is here. It might ruin the surprise. I changed into a nice dress my best friend had got me and mentally thanked her for getting it for me. I figured it would be good somewhere along the way if I had to work undercover but those kinds of jobs hardly ever come up.

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Bobby was more excited than me. He had given me a glass of whiskey for liquid luck but he soon tipped the bottom of my glass as I was taking a drink, the car was pulling in and he wanted me out of sight but for me to have finished my drink. He grabbed the glass from me and guided me to the dining room before closing the double doors with a wide smile.

I listened as Bobby greeted them at the door, my stomach doing flips as I heard Dean's voice. I took a deep breath, stabilising myself as I felt like I was dreaming.

"Hey, Bobby. Merry Christmas," Dean commented as he entered the room behind the double doors. I waited anxiously as I knew only the wooden doors were the only things separating us.

"Merry Christmas boys," I heard Bobby add with some shuffling sounds as if they were exchanging hugs. "I've got you some gifts under the tree but Dean, yours is in the dining room," Bobby explained.

"Thanks, Bobby. You didn't have to," Another voice explained happily and I knew it must be Sam. "We've got you a small bag of presents in the car," He added making Bobby chuckle.

"Thank you, I think Dean should get his first and then we can have a drink," Bobby explained, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"We'll drink first," Dean seemed to shrug.

"Drinks after," Bobby insisted. There seemed to be a little silence before I heard footsteps approach the door. I took a deep breath, instantly worried and unsure how to stand. I decided to clasp my hands together and let them fall in front of me. The doors opened.

Standing in all his glory was Dean Winchester. The love of my life, the man I pined over for 11 years. He looked confused but as his eyes found mine he broke into a wide smile. He hurried to me. Engulfing me in a tight hug as he rocked us side to side slightly. I giggled as I hugged him back. My arms wrapped over his shoulders as he squeezed me tightly. I forgot how tall he actually was until he straightened up and lifted me off the floor for a second.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his smiling cheeks noticeable against my skin. He pulled away, his hands still on me as he didn't want to be far. "What are you doing here? You're alive, I can't believe you're alive. How did this happen?" He asked excitedly. I chuckled as I admired him. He hasn't changed for the worst, he's even more handsome than I remember, he's more rugged and definitely still the epitome of my type.

"I had car troubles, it was a complete coincidence," I explained as his smile never faded. He pulled me back into a hug making me chuckle. I hugged him back, squealing as he lifted me from the ground again and kept me up. He's still strong. God, if only he knew what he was doing to me. I noticed Bobby and a tall guy smiling as they watched us. "Hi, Sam. It's nice to meet you," I chuckled as Dean's grip didn't waver. He chuckled.

"Nice to meet you too," He added. Dean spun around so I was facing the other way. I heard the doors closing as he took one hand from around me to close the doors. I chuckled a little nervous as to why he wanted to be alone with me but it also made butterflies flutter in my stomach. He held me up with one arm, he didn't struggle and didn't seem to even consider putting me down.

Once the doors were closed, he put me down. His hands cupped my face as he admired my eyes. "I've been waiting for you," He explained, my insides turning to mush. I smiled.

"Me too," I added, he grinned at my words.

"Good," He swooped down, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. I swooned as his lips graced mine. The kiss I had dreamed of for years. The kiss I had imagined so many times. The kiss no other compared to. He smiled against my lips as my hands move to the back of his neck to hold him close to me. One of his hands moved to my hip, pulling my body against his. I pulled away slowly when I heard Bobby and Sam snickering to themselves probably talking about us. Dean seemed reluctant to pull away.

"We can't just ignore them," I explained but he looked disappointed. I chuckled as I shook my head. "It's Christmas," I added so he playfully rolled his eyes but his smile never left his lips. He pulled me back into a sweet kiss before pulling away again.

"Be my girlfriend again and I'll stop ignoring them," He hinted, his smile turning to a smirk. I blushed at his words knowing I had never wanted anything more in my life. I nodded a little too excitedly. He chuckled as he connected our lips, celebrating the rekindling of our relationship after 11 years. I should have made the wish in the fountain years ago.

*****

It was the best Christmas I ever had. We ordered Chinese food they opened presents, we exchanged hunting stories and acted like a real family. As the night was winding down, Sam took one of the spare rooms while Dean and I took the other. I worried he would want to make up for all the nights we had missed but as soon as we were in the room alone his arms never let go of me. We cuddled all night and it was the best sleep I remember ever having.

We stayed at Bobby's a few days before Sam and Dean had to go back on the road. Dean rode in my car, kissing me when I stopped but holding my thigh the whole time I was driving. He still looks at me the same way he used to, the love in his eyes only seemed to grow as we spent more time together. He had only changed for the better but he was still the same and loving man I had fallen for. He's still perfect for me.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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I really really hope you're right, this just killed my motivation for everything. What happened with Solomare's story jar already left a bad taste in my mouth too.

I know I'll feel better in a few days, but I felt lied to when they said they'd continue the story and the app. And it's going to be even lighter and fluffier and a replacement for the main story line? One that new players will perfectly fit into? I was so looking forward to learning more about what would happen to Simeon.

Also not announcing it until last minute? For once I'm really glad I can barely afford food, because I'd be devastated if I had spent even a dollar. But maybe that's just me being poor.

I'm mostly likely going to stop writing for a while until I've archived everything important from the app, which is gonna take ages just in case anyway.

But anyway, are there any recent events you thought were better than usual? I've been too sick to grind lately so I haven't unlocked them. I want to know which ones to archive as soon as possible once the six months are up.

Sorry for bringing the mood down and the rant, but you seem to be the only positive one I follow that isn't outright calling people stupid or pathetic for being upset so I'm really hoping your positivity rubs off on me.

I do hope you keep posting for Nightbringer too! I have several issues with my hands so I don't think I'll ever be able to see the end of the og story line, and I especially love your analyses out of anyone else's.

Okay okay so they are continuing the og app and continuing the story, the only difference is they'll be continuing the mainstory in nightbringer and the og app will just be getting events. So the og app will continue the way it has since the end of s4 and new main story content will be uploaded to nightbringer (the devs did says this)

Not sure what happened with story jar but Obey Me! is solmare's most popular game. Objectively, nothing solmare has created has ever come near to reaching om! And I'm talking purely in the money making side of it - the anime? mangas? songs? merch? cons? VAs getting heavily involved in everything? Solmare's a business. As long as there's a fandom and a demand for it they're not gonna kill the og app.

Plus the majority of om's content is on the og app, with new content and old events still being released. If they wanted to kill the og app they'd stop releasing new content and updating lonely devil.

Since nightbringer will be continuing the mainstory from where they left off, they'd also need to move all of S1-4 the chats, call & devilgrams to nightbringer if they were gonna kill the og - and I'd imagine that's more hassle than it's worth

I do think we'd learn more about what happened to simeon;

• devs said they'd be continuing the main story in nightbringer so that'd include simeon

• nightbringer's current plot is about time travel and mc trying to find a way back home - so they will end up back in the current time at some point, where simeon's whole thing can be addressed

• s3 established that luke wasn't alive when the brothers were angels. If they intended to keep mc in the past they'd either have to scrap luke's entire character (?????) or retcon s3 which so far dropped the most lore

• thirteen (who's supposed to turn into a LI)'s first visit to the devildom happens in s4 and in nightbringer's op we see her in Diavolo's castle. Which means we're seeing the present timeline as well

....i think you're maybe panicking a bit too much? You definitely don't need to archive anything anytime soon. For well all of the reasons I mentioned above.... Maybe someday you'd have to but definitely not right now

Honestly I liked all the events🤷

No worries! And Yeah I think the thing people are forgetting is that Nightbringer is STILL Obey Me! I'm definitely going to be still talking about it

Ok so I have an exam in 2 days and I think I've answered every possible question about Nightbringer you could possibly have so I'm calling it here.

Won't be answering new asks until sunday. Everything posted will be from queue.

If you want to see my others asks/answers regarding Nighbringer just hit the tag on this post

#obey me nightbringer #asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me simeon #om simeon #obey me! simeon #om! simeon #swd simeon #shall we date simeon

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alicewritingstories · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless

CW: Blood, mental magic, seizures (they're not, but they could look similar, so warning to be on the safe side)

AO3

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Another harsh scream cut the air, ripped from a throat already raw. It descended into wet coughs and Time quickly helped to roll Sky onto his side so he could cough up the blood.

"Damn it, I thought he'd sleep this time," muttered Warriors, grabbing Sky's hands as he struggled.

"Never thought we'd see the day when we were hoping Sky would sleep more." Legend had moved to kneel at the chosen hero's back, keeping him on his side.

Sky whimpered. "Let… let me go…" he rasped out before descending into another coughing fit.

Time let out a breath through his teeth. Sky had been like this for three days, since the last dungeon they'd tried to clear had ended in disaster. The final monster - a demonic mage of some kind - had ambushed them as soon as they walked into the last chamber of the dungeon and Sky had been caught by its spell before it escaped. Now he was lost in delirious dreams, unable to sleep, barely able to eat or drink, and nothing the Chain did for him seemed to help.

Sky shrieked again, his back arching, wrenching a hand free of Warriors' grip with panic strength and dragging his nails down the captain's face, barely missing his eye. Warriors swore, instinctively jerking back. Twilight lunged in to replace him, catching Sky's wrists and holding them.

Hungry and exhausted, Sky didn't have much fight left in him. He relaxed, his cries turning into sobs, blood still oozing from his mouth. Time kept supporting his head, watching with gritted teeth as the boy's blue eyes fluttered shut, listening to the quick, harsh breaths that told him that Sky wasn't asleep or even unconscious; he was still suffering, still trapped by whatever curse had him in its grip.

They'd hoped it would wear off with time.

They'd tried all the healing they had.

Everyone who knew any magic had tried to break the curse.

Even now, Hyrule and Wild were searching for herbs that Hyrule thought might help and Wind lay curled up in his bedroll, resting after they had almost had to wrestle the windwaker out of his hand. Even from here Time could see his shoulders shaking as he tried not to cry. Four sat by him, turning the pages of an old book they'd found in the dungeon, his eyes shadowed and blank, one hand on the sailor's shoulder.

But all their resolve and skill and power seemed to end up right here, watching their friend and brother crying and screaming, struggling against assailants only he could see, helpless to do anything to even comfort him.

"Sky…" he said yet again, stroking the matted, sweat-soaked hair under his hand. "Sky, can you hear me?" A few times Sky had managed some lucidity, just enough to swallow a few mouthfuls of food and water and to give them some false hope that he had finally recovered. But this time he just trembled, trying to struggle against the grip Twilight still had on him.

"Leave me alone," he whispered. "Please… please just…"

"It's OK, Sky," said Time, continuing to stroke Sky's hair. "Can you hear me?"

"I won't… I won't let you…" Sky's words faded into a faint, agonized whimper.

Warriors stepped back up beside Twilight, holding a cloth to the bleeding scratches down his face. "What do you think we're trying to do, Link?" he asked.

Sky gave no sign of having heard him. Warriors and Twilight as one looked up at Time. On Sky's other side, Legend was doing the same. Time had nothing to give them. Nothing to give the trembling, mumbling boy lying between them.

"We keep trying," he said, his voice as steady as he could make it. "We keep him alive. This will break. It has to."

He didn't say what they were all thinking: if it didn't, there was nothing else they could do.

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Continued on Day 8

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday1 #linked universe whump #my fanfic #lu sky #lu time #cw: blood

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brightgnosis · 8 days

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We legitimately thought today was going to be the day. She rejected her 11 am dose of medicine in the most violent way possible (I'll spare the details; it wasn't pretty. It was assaulting to all of the senses), and the way it was done, we were sure it was going to be soon. But she calmed down and stabilized finally.

I don't know what it was today, but I saw my Husband crying in all of that commotion while I was trying to coordinate everyone and get Hospice called for an examination, and it broke me; I've seen him cry a thousand times- far worse than today, even- since this started going downhill in December, but something in today just ... Opened the floodgates in me finally.

I'm annoyingly high empathy when it comes to interacting with media. The slightest sad bit encountered in text, or movie, or game, and I'm bawling my eyes out like a stupid, overemotional little toddler ... People's real life pain, suffering, and even death, though? Has always had little effect on me no matter how close they are on me; I'm so low empathy that I was once called "more heartless than Satan" by my own parents growing up. I had to actively teach myself how to respond "appropriately" to these situations.

In short: I mask death, dying, pain, and sadness. I mimic sympathy and empathy. It's the right thing to do on a Human level. But I don't actually feel it too well on a personal level. It's been incredibly useful these last couple of months, however, and let me care for his mom properly without anything getting in the way. And by all counts, I've done that successfully. The family- including my Husband- has been raving about it and thanking me left and right for giving her the best care to the point it actively makes me uncomfortable.

But I don't know what happened today ... Seeing him crying. Not being able to hold him to comfort him ... I don't know if I'm just at my wit's end exhausted finally, or what. But I finally just started sobbing, too. And since it's started, I haven't been able to get it to stop. But at first it was for him and the fact he was losing his mom. Now, though, it's moved from crying for him to crying for her.

Like ... God, all the times I complained about her. The way she spoke about God and religion drove me nuts, and I hated that she was Pentecostal. She got on my nerves so often because she was horrid at communicating basic things. And we just had different living preferences. We butted heads a lot over it while we lived together ... And yet ... Still, we loved each other ... Still, I'm the only person she's ever forgiven for breaking something sentimental of hers; the only "woman" in her sons' lives she's ever called her daughter- and the only one she's ever let call her mom. She loved it; I was the one she wanted giving her medicine in her final days, and nursing her.

She called me her "Baby Girl"- and then before she slipped into the null state finally, when she was still cognizant most days, he called me "Her Ruth". I never read her the Book of Ruth like I promised I would when she was still cognizant, though; with everything going on and so many people to coordinate, I just never got the chance to do it like we'd talked about. I finally asked for the room today and read it to her, sobbing the whole way through (I didn't think I was going to be able to do it, I just kept crying so hard). And I'll read it again at her funeral when it's time- and again and again every year on her Yahrzeit.

And I'll say the Mourner's Kaddish for the next year when she finally passes. And I'll save a lock of her hair. And I'll get cremation jewelry made when her ashes are returned to us finally. And I'll build her an Ancestral Altar all her own- and hopefully she'll like it and won't find it offensive. And I'll give her offerings of Decaffeinated Lady Grey (a Tea I introduced her to, that wound up becoming her favorite) and the incenses we bought her for her Birthday last year that she never wanted to burn "because then it'll all be gone"; I'll do for her all the things I would have done for my Biological Mother had she ever been worthy of the title. Because she was my mom who finally taught me what a normal, non-abusive family should've been like. Warts, and glitter, and all.

#Personal #2024 #She Called Me 'Her Ruth'#Multigenerational Households Are Fun Until They're Not #Trigger Warning

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nogenderbee · 5 months

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Hello! I had a silly and cute idea ahxjahjd

May I request a Toya x Male reader (if its not a problem ofc) when they are at school and they're doing some schoolwork in pairs, then, the reader just ask Toya his hand and he draws some little things like some coffees, stars, hearts, etc. And maybe this can be a relationship not stabilized? That would be even nicer shskhdjd

Have a good day/night!

Hello yet again! Of course you can, dear! I think not stabilized relationship means like hidden relationship but it's possible I got that wrong so deep free to tell me ^^" Anyway I hope you'll still like it!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Toya doing school project with male!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @yulikesminori @miya-akane @toyaswif3y (not tagging you since you'll get notif either way)

You happened to get school project with Toya. It was pretty good news since you could work with the one you love and not one you don't even like! So right now the two of you were sitting in the library, as you were looking for informations for your project and he was writing down any useful informations.

But searching did take more time than writing things down, so it was just to be expected that he'd be sitting doing nothing for most of the time.

"Maybe I could help you? It'll be easier for you and we'd get the work done quicker."

"It's fine, I'm on good track so I should find something really good soon!"

"As you wish... I won't force it onto you..."

He was noticeably a bit disappointed that he couldn't make it this easier on you and that he had nothing to do right now, he just felt a bit useless there...

He was thinking of grabbing some book but you clearly told him you can get it by yourself so he just sat there, fidgeting with his pen when quite a childish thought came to his mind... he remembered how you drew many little symbols on his hand during classes you found boring and he was caucious for so many days to not accidentally wash it off because he liked it so much! Maybe you'd like it too?

You're not new to Toya's behavior so you quickly noticed him staring at your hand and at his pen, even if it was clear, you still weren't sure since it didn't really expect that from him. Despite that, you figured out asking won't hurt.

"You wanna draw on my hand?"

"Ah, yes I did thought of that... I know I have paper right in front of me but I just remember you doing that tor me and... I thought you may also enjoy it?"

"I'm sure I would. Feel free to do so if you want!"

You responded with a smile and you could swear that his eyes sparkled as he heard your answer! And almost immidietly he gently took your hand in his to make it easier on drawing and began doodling really small images above your wrist level so you could cover it if you'd wish to.

When you finally found something and looked his way, you could see lots of small images, stars, moon, sun, coffee, cookies and even one or two hearts! After all, he wanted to leave something that would clearly say how head over heels he is for you but he still didn't wanted to make your relationship obvious so he only let a few. He seemed to notice you're staring at his work tho and got a little bit nervous...

"It's not too much... is it?"

"No, it's all fine! I love it. I just found something we might want to use in our project!"

Your boyfriend only nodded with that charming smile of his before he moved pen he's holding from your hand, back to the notebook and began writing down whatever informations you gave him.

You on the other hand, couldn't stop admiritjg the little drawings he did. Hearts may be hardly seen but they're there and just the thought of him not being able to resist drawing few of them makes your heart skip a beat~

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ninjadeathblade · 9 months

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Compliance (a Bad Batch fic): Chapter 5

Summary: This series of chapters is going to be about how Wrecker got his scar. Totally based off of a brief line in @just-here-with-my-thoughts' Test Subject series.

Warnings: Implied that Hunter got drunk, a little bit of swearing

Word count: 1,077

Beginning / Previous

Author Notes: This was originally going to be shorter but I got carried away. Have chapter 5! Enjoy!

Hunter arrived back to the barracks the next day, a foul air hanging around him. No one knew where he'd gone and they didn't want to ask. His hair was a mess when he dragged his bandana out of it and dropped into his bunk. He fell asleep shortly afterwards, soft snores filling the room. In the time he'd been gone, the Kaminoans had got a new monitor installed in their room. Maker knew they would never be left alone.

"Where did you go, eh? You're meant to be setting an example for us but you must've gotten wasted," Crosshair sniggered as he pulled a blanket over his oldest brother. "Did you go to 79's? You promised to wait til we could all go together between missions, you idiot."

"Crosshair," Tech called his name, wide-eyed as he stared at his datapad. Crosshair moved across the room, leaning over his brother's shoulder to look at whatever he had found. "If this is correct then they will be allowing Wrecker back to the barracks tomorrow. However, if there is no improvement to his condition within the next few days then they will have no choice but to decommission him." Crosshair swallowed.

I knew it.

He'll be decommissioned.

…

No.

He won't.

I won't let them.

I'm not going to lose him.

"We're not losing him," Crosshair said through gritted teeth.

"I know," Tech responded and Crosshair did a double take.

"What?"

"Well, none of us would be happy if that happened. We'd all miss him terribly and not be able to efficiently function without his skills," Tech stated factually, smirking as he continued. "And you would become even more insufferable than usual." Crosshair playfully punched his brother's shoulder.

"You're kriffing annoying, you know that?"

"Hm. Perhaps."

"Tech you little shi-"

"Quit it," Hunter grumbled from his bunk before pulling his pillow over his head. Tech chuckled before going quiet, flashing Crosshair a small smile before finding something to tinker with. Crosshair went over to Hunter's bunk, clambering into it beside him. "Go away Cross."

"Nah. You've given yourself a headache with whatever happened the other night. I know our heartbeats calm you down," Crosshair replied, curling his larger form around his brother. Hunter mumbled something before going quiet as well and Crosshair revelled in the peace of it all. It was never like this, whether they had missions or not. Clearly there was a slight leeway with one of them being threatened with decommissioning.

It won't last.

The thought came unbidden to Crosshair, resulting in tears that smarted in his eyes. He sniffed before burying his face in his brother's hair. He wished it would last. Even just for a day or two.

After Hunter fell asleep again, Crosshair peeled himself away from his brother, picking up his training rifle and heading towards the shooting range in Tipoca City. It was calming, doing something he knew, something he could do; flawlessly at that. His shooting skills had been drilled into him as soon as he could lift a rifle, always knowing he had to be the best. Be the best, or be dead. Those were his two options from day one of training. As Crosshair barged through the doors to the shooting range, the regs inside turned to face him. Most were in their last year of being cadets, similar to him. However there was a group of younger cadets with a Kaminoan, watching with their usual serene gracefulness.

"CT-9904, perfect timing. It appears that none of these cadets can handle a blaster as well as you. Would you care to show off some of your enhanced skills?" Crosshair clenched his free hand into a fist, nodding curtly to the Kaminoan. They didn't mean what they said. What they meant was 'hey loser, you suck and so do these guys, so can you show off your skills you wouldn't have if you were like them so they can feel inadequate?'.

"Why's his hair that colour?" One of the young cadets whispered to his friend, who shrugged and looked disdainfully at Crosshair. Crosshair's gut twisted as he absentmindedly lifted a hand to skim through his cort, silver hair. Wrecker had reassured him a lot about it when they were younger and had to stick up for themselves.

"Ya know, they're just jealous. They all look like one 'nother but you're special," 9903 had said, plopping down to sit beside 9904 on the stack of crates. It was often, in those earlier years, for 9904 to sneak away and watch ships landing and taking off from the capital. "They would kill to have your hair."

"I'm surprised they haven't already."

"C'mon, 04, you know I wouldn't let 'em! I'd wreck their faces! And you could train your crosshair over them!"

"Sure 03."

Crosshair watched as the Kaminoan simulated a terrain; watchtowers, barricades and slopes all levelling from the floor panels in the training area. The older regs scowled at him, clearly displeased to have their training interrupted. Once the room stopped moving, Crosshair climbed one of the towers, positioning his rifle as he crouched. He took the scope Tech had made him out of the pocket of his blacks, attaching it to the rifle before peering down it. Droids popped up around the room, being elevated from the floor below where they were stored.

No slip ups.

Not today.

Not-

…

Not again.

Crosshair began taking out the droids seconds after they began to move. Their metal frames thudded to the floor after each of the bolts hit them. In normal circumstances, he'd be using training bolts.

But then again, he wasn't normal.

Crosshair panicked as his rifle jammed, immediately scaling his way down the tower and wrestling a training blaster off one of the older regs. He spun around, deftly shooting the last couple of bots with training bolts. And, on a whim that it might look cool, blew away the small amount of smoke around the end of the blaster.

"Thank you CT-9904. Please collect your rifle and leave the premises," the Kaminoan said, deadpan as ever. Crosshair chucked the training blaster back to the reg before retrieving his rifle and heading back to the barracks. He didn't feel like hanging around any longer, not with all those regs staring.

One day, they'll report to me as their commanding officer.

Crosshair shook away the thought.

That implies me living long enough.

And leaving my brothers.

I'd never leave them.

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nevis-the-skeleton · 1 year

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What if TFP Starscream (who became an Autobot in Season 1), knocked out Optimus during the 2nd Season Finale, so Star can stay at the base + do the heroic sacrifice instead... “You Autobots need your leader. Ratchet take Optimus, and tell him I’m sorry. Thank you for everything, Autobots.” ...How would OP react to waking up and Ratchet telling him that Star did the sacrifice? :’(

Oh… A sad story :') who is going to cry while writing? It's me! (TwT)… Thank you for your new request sweety anon X3!

~~~

The base was not going to last long, the incessant attacks of the Insecticons and the Vehicons against the building announced its imminent collapse…! The Autobots had no idea how to process everything that had happened that day, but the main feeling that drove them was despair, especially Ratchet and Starscream...

They had lost their only way home… The only way to save Cybertron…! All these sacrifices! For nothing! To lose everything afterwards! The Seeker was furious, especially towards Optimus. Why did he have to destroy the Omega Lock?! There had to be another solution! The jet was snapped out of his thoughts, when Prime said:

"You have to leave! I'm afraid the base can't protect us much longer. Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead take the kids with you. You will all take a portal with different coordinates.

- What?! But no! We have to stay to fight! Miko exclaimed.

- Don't be fool, Miko. Starscream interjected. Fighting against this armada would be suicide... Listen Optimus, okay?"

The Japanese girl nodded reluctantly, then said:

“But, if we separate, what will become of the Autobot cause?

- We'll meet again, don't worry! reassured Smokescreen.

- We'd better hurry, Wheeljack won't be able to hold them off for long." added Ratchet.

The base shook violently, and Optimus frowned, as he always did when he was worried.

“Leave quickly, there is no more time to lose."

Finally, nearly everyone had left the base, which now only housed the Prime, Ratchet, and Starscream. The doctor opened another ground bridge, and said:

"This one is for you, Optimus, we'll be joining you soon."

The leader of the Autobots shook his head, and answered:

“I rather think this portal is for you two, my old friend.

- What?! What do you mean?! wondered the ambulance.

- You intend to stay, right?" the Seeker easily guessed.

Optimus remained silent, and the jet sighed:

“I knew it as soon as you said 'you have to go'… From the start you never included yourself…

- Do you understand why I'm doing this? Prime asked.

- Soundwave could find us if the ground bridge machine remains intact... So one of us has to stay here to destroy it..."

The leader of the Autobots nodded sadly, as the flyer moved away from him, giving way to a more than reluctant Ratchet.

“Have you lost your mind?! cried out the doctor. Let's go together, that's all! And if Soundwave finds us, we'll find a solution! Together! As we always do!

- No…Ratchet…we can't… Optimus said sadly.

- There… There must be a solution…! It… it can’t end like this…”

Prime wanted to answer, when he felt a sudden electric shock going through his whole body! The Autobot leader cried out in pain, before collapsing, being narrowly caught by the medic.

The ambulance looked at Starscream in shock, as the latter held a charged Energon Prod in his hands. Ratchet couldn't hide his surprise, and found no logical reason for this action, until the Seeker said:

“Take Optimus with you, I will stay to destroy the machine."

The doctor frowned, and replied:

"No way! You come with us!"

The jet shook his head, before answering:

"No… Optimus is right… We can't leave this machine… Even if the base collapses and breaks it, Soundwave will still be able to get data out of it. It must be sabotaged, and that, a collapse can't do it...

- Starscream, you-

- Ratchet… You know I'm right. I know the Decepticons better than you do, and I know Soundwave's abilities. If I go with you, I condemn everyone.

- I can do it, I-

- You are the doctor, we don't sacrifice the doctor.

- Do you consider that you are more expendable?!

- Yes, without a doubt…”

Starscream turned his back on Ratchet, cutting the conversation short. The ambulance looked pained, and knew there was no point in trying to convince the stubborn Seeker. The doctor began to pass through the portal, when he heard the jet say:

“You all need your leader…

- …

- He's not someone who can be sacrificed, he's precious for the Autobot cause…

- …

- Eh… Ratchet…

- …

- Tell Optimus I'm sorry…”

The doctor finally turned to look at the jet, which came closer. The flyer had a determined look, and Ratchet knew it would be impossible to change his mind. Starscream put his hands on the shoulders of the ambulance, and smiled, before declaring:

“Thank you for everything, Autobots!"

He suddenly pushed the doctor, who gasped in surprise, before crossing the ground bridge completely! Ratchet reached out for the Seeker, who slowly backed away, wings high.

The doctor fell on new ground, and correctly laid down the still unconscious Optimus. The ambulance felt his Spark clench in hischest, and clenched his fists into the loose dirt, his head down…

Starscream had completely disassembled the machine leaving not a single part intact. That way he was sure not to leave any trace of coordinates for Soundwave. The ceiling above him was cracking, but still not falling, holding on.

The Nemesis flew over the Autobot base, and Megatron grinned in triumph as the ship's most powerful cannon aimed at the enemy building, charging devastating energy.

The Seeker lifted his wings, and stood upright, deciding to fully face death. He couldn't run away from it, but he was going to do his best not to fear it! He refused to be afraid again in front of it!

The cannon swung its attack, ripping the base to pieces! A hurricane of dust rose up, leveling in an explosion this once so peaceful desert.

The jet closed his optics, and raised his arms one last time to the sky, his one and only home. Beams and rocks fell heavily around him, particles of crystal glass flying in the electrical discharges caused by the devastating weapon. Then, everything went black…

When Optimus opened his optics, he quickly found that he was no longer in the base. Ratchet was sitting nearby, and Prime called to him softly. The doctor turned, and the Autobot leader wasted no time in seeing his friend's sad expression.

"R-Ratchet…? Where are we…

- At the last coordinate point of the ground bridge…" replied the ambulance.

Optimus understood then that he had been taken in spite of himself, surely that Starscream had knocked him out. But then he noticed one thing, and that was the absence of the Seeker.

"Where's Starscream?"

Ratchet moved weakly closer to Prime, before kneeling beside him. He still had that same expression of sadness, and stammered:

“Starscream is… He… he stayed… He…”

The leader of the Autobots couldn't hide his shock and horror, fully understanding what the doctor was trying to say. The truck put a hand in front of his face, trying his best to hide his grief, but without success…

Finally, the tears were quick to flow, and Optimus cried silently. He looked up at the twinkling stars in the night, the tears still falling gently. The doctor looked up at the celestial sky in turn, it brilliance glinting off the sad pearls in their eyes.

#tfp #transformers prime #starscream #transformers #maccadam #megatron #tfp starscream #optimus tfp #ratchet #what if #story resquest #thanks lovely anon #it's kinda sad...#light angst #tfp megatron #optimus prime #ratchet tfp #autobots #decepticons

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cyberpunk-kasa-official-archived · 3 months

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Nghh...

[Tsukasa slowly gets up, groaning as he rubs his head. One minute he was falling into a pit, next thing he knew, he was... in a computer room?]

What...?

[From the looks of it, all the computers were still functionable, yet there's no one to be found. Must be an abandoned room. It seemed rather old too, maybe even dusty.]

[Out of curiosity, Tsukasa checks one of the computers and begins surfing. There's documents, blueprints, settings- all of which indicate this may be for intel workers in the organization. Tsukasa is left puzzled when she sees that she's able to access avatars, but just before she can click-]

Tsukasa Tenma.

[Tsukasa flinches, slowly turning to his side. He sees it's not just him anymore. There's a hologram of a tall man stepping forward with arms behind his back.]

You actually arrived. I'm impressed.

Is this a trap...?!

Well, we had to pull a few strings to bring you here. You wouldn't have listened to us if we came to visit you unprompted.

You're not even actually here! You're just a hologram!

Moving on to the subject at hand. We want you to come work with us again.

[Tsukasa couldn't help but scoff. It was utterly unbelievable to hear it from them.]

Why should I do that? You're the ones who arrested me.

Yes, we did. But we believe you may still be of use to us. You won't get to leave this realm- no, of course not. We'd just like to assign you a new role.

And what is that, exactly?

Executioner.

[The color drains from Tsukasa's face.]

We're still not happy with the fact you killed one of our best soldiers, but the fact you even managed to do that is... impressive. You've proven to us that there is more to you than we initially thought, and we think you're the best fit. We do plan to bring criminals with death sentences into this world soon, and it'd help to have someone carry out those sentences while they remain here.

... What... makes you think I would ever agree to something like that? WHAT?! You must be incredibly foolish if you think-

We can make a deal. Anything you want, we will give you. No questions asked.

[Tsukasa raises an eyebrow.]

... Anything?

Anything.

So I can switch places with someone and you'll follow through your word?

Now what are you on about?

If you truly do mean what you say, then let me ask this of you. Unblock Rui's avatar, stop putting him on surveillance, and never involve him in any of your schemes again. If you can't do that, the deal's off.

[The hologram is left silent, clearly conflicted.]

What? Can't answer? Is he that much of an important asset to-

[A contract and a pen manifests on to a nearby table. Tsukasa turns around, his eyes widening in shock as he turns back to the hologram.]

... This is a lot of trouble you're putting me through, but I will comply. A deal's a deal.

[Tsukasa slowly glances at the contract, walking over to the table. His hand hovers over the pen, slightly trembling.]

#ic: tsukasa

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miaoie · 10 months

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entry 01 - 230506

addressed to you

Hey there, my solace.

I'm really grateful for the conversation we had last night. I feel a lot better now. I feel like I am finally ready to move on and be genuinely happy for you, because I wasn't able to do that. I don't even know why, but I couldn't bring myself to be happy for you because although you have given me everything you could give that time, I still felt like you were depriving me of something; a closure. I couldn't do that before. I held a grudge. It felt like it was so sudden and rushed. I didn't like how it ended. I feel like I was still hanging in midair when you raised me up so high and mighty; and when you decided to end it, I couldn't get back down safely.

It took me what felt like almost half a year to finally realize that the only one who could get me down safely is the one who put me high in the first place. It sucks seeing how dependent I am towards you even without being part of each other's life. It's weird.

Now that we've had what I could say was the most awaited conversation, I feel like I'm ready to move on. If we ever become friends again during research, go. If we ever become classmates again, go. If we ever meet in upd, go. Whatever it is that the circumstances decide for us, go. If anything, I actually want you back in my life as whatever, but that's not happening anytime soon because I don't think I can, so I'm gonna leave it to fate and the universe.

'Til the next time, friend. Do great things okay?

- weeyuh

That day, May 6th, was the scheduled date for the release of my test permit for UPCAT; the most popular college entrance exam in my country. UP or University of the Philippines is like the biggest and the most prestigious state university in my country with, I think, second quality education next to ADMU. Which is why applicants this year reached over 100,000 countrywide.

Personally, UP wasn't on my list. I was actually aiming for Ateneo or Letran, but since this year was the schedule of UPCAT for my batch, I also took the chance 'cause why not? My best friend, Sofia Anne, was actually the one who persuaded me. Probably because UP is her dream university. If I remember it correctly, she has been working on her academic performance to pursue the Doctor of Veterinary Medicine program in UP ever since. She told me that I should try and take the opportunity, and so I did. I submitted my Form 1 on the official website of the UP admissions and finally got my schedule for the test permit. May 6th.

The two days before that were actually interesting. I remember crying on the night of May 4th because I was reminded of that conversation we had about pasta. You learned that I don't eat carbonara, and so you kind of crossed that out of the list of dishes you said you were going to cook for me. I was crying that night because I finally changed my mind about carbonara. I like it now and regardless, I won't get to taste your recipe. I was sad because it felt like I was changing, turning into someone you don't know anymore. That change kind of scared me because from strangers with memories, we'd just be only strangers when that happens.

Weeks before that night, I was relapsing countless times. I couldn't stop myself from crying and hurting about the thought of you still caring about me when I have over-villainized you post-breakup. I learned through Sean that you miss our circle of friends, and that you have accepted whatever it is that I'll put you through. You understood that you've hurt me and validated me. That thought bothered me because I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction, but knowing you, it makes sense. I pitied myself during those relapses and made a deal with myself that if I ever relapse again, I will finally approach you for closure. I did.

I messaged you 6 paragraphs of all of my questions, pain, anger, confusion, and whatever else included on May 5th at 3 in the morning. Then, I slept. I woke up at 7am that morning. I only had 4 hours of sleep, but it felt like enough. I checked my phone and saw that you've sent your reply. I clicked on it and although my eyes weren't fully awake, I was able to comprehend what you said. You said you were sorry. You explained it really well how you really didn't mean to hurt me, how you admitted that you were selfish and insensitive that time, and how those gestures you did were with pure love and intention and not a cover-up or a compensation of what you were about to do. I cried. I cried at the thought of you loving me truly. It hurt me more how we couldn't be together because of your sexual preference and made me angry at the universe for letting this happen. All in all, I guess at least I experienced my happiest and my most loved moments with you.

After that day, it was finally the release of my test permit. At that point, I've re-read your message almost ten times already. I was making sure I was comprehending it correctly; I was, thankfully. I finally accepted it. I have finally accepted what the circumstances decide for us because I remember you saying you want to pursue Chemical Engineering in UP and if I'm not mistaken, that program is available in Diliman Campus. It occurred to me that there might be a possibility that we'd meet there in UPD because that campus offers my dream program which is Psychology. And if that's what fate plans for us, go.

I was facing the day like the new version of myself. I saw the journey to UPD as an opportunity to change my perspective and finally heal; 'soul cleansing'. It was like my vacation in Boracay back in 2022 where I went through new experiences that old me wouldn't be able to survive. I don't know why but roaming around unfamiliar yet safe places gives me clarity. And since I'm not yet familiar with commuting from Pacita to Quezon City, I was able to convince Pia to accompany me.

The bus trip from Pacita to Taft took about 30-45 mins. It was like an accidental catch-up with Pia because we were both busy with me on research and her on both research and review center. I remember her telling something about how chaotic her day was with our other friends when it was their turn to claim their test permit in UPD. They then went straight to MOA and tried the extreme rides there. I could see that they really enjoyed the day because when she was telling me about it, she was talking in high pitch and at a pace that you'd need multiple breaths. It was fun. They had fun and I could see that.

"'Yung closure lang 'yung interesting na nangyari sakin kahapon eh," I told her when she paused her story because we were about to get on the train. As soon as I uttered those words, I could already tell that she was interested. She has been the goat, the witness of my ups and downs including that relationship with you. She witnessed every cry, every 'ang sakit', every 'miss ko na s'ya' , every 'bakit kasi ganun?' from me. She knew how important this was for me.

"Mamaya mo ikwento sa picnic para sulit," she said as the train stopped in front of us. We boarded. We took LRT1, MRT, and LRT2 'til we reached the jeep terminal that goes straight inside the heart of UPD.

During our jeepney ride, a thought came to me and told Pia about it. "Siguro, kung 'di kami natapos, kaming tatlo ni Marco at Jat magkasama ngayon. I prolly wouldn't be here with you," I said. I mentioned your best friend because I got the knowledge that we have the same schedule. The thought of us going to UPD together just randomly popped into my head. The closure was still fresh, that's why my mind just wandered off on the thought of you.

After a few minutes, we finally reached the admissions building of UPD. This was it—the reason behind my journey to UPD, Quezon City—the UP office of admissions. I went to the queue that led to the inside of the building. Pia left me alone and headed for the waiting area since companies weren't allowed inside. I was honestly impressed by the process because it was well-organized in a circular manner. I went into the backside of the building, and got out in front. It was also an easy and quick process. I didn't wait too long for my permit. After a few minutes, my name got called, and I was able to claim my permit that fast.

Once I exited the building, I was looking around for Pia. I wasn't able to understand her when she told me where she was going to stay to wait for me. So I looked around in search of a tall skinny wolf cut-haired woman with glasses. I was kind of panicking that I didn't see her anywhere, so I checked my phone and tried to contact her. I forgot to take notice of the poor signal there in UPD, so I put down my phone and once again looked around. What I wasn't expecting to find was you.

There you were, I found you. I found you, Rian, and Jat. You were exactly in the situation I told Pia in our jeepney ride. I actually couldn't believe this happened. You pointed at me. Why the heck would you point at me? Jat, then, took notice of my presence. You three all waved at me. I waved back embarrassingly. Fuck, I need to get out of here. Pia, nasaan ka na ba? I thought when I immediately panged my attention to my phone after our tiny exchange. When I looked up at your direction, I saw you whispering to yourselves and began to walk closer. FUUUCKKK!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! STAY BACK!! My mind started going into frantic mode. I didn't know how to fucking act. We just talked last night—LAST NIGHT! I still have to work on myself. I still have to be okay with whatever it is that will get us to interact someday. I still have to accept what's now and change my whole perspective on us. Fuck, I wasn't ready to face you after the conversation we had last night. Fuck!!! When you all started getting closer, I began to walk as well.

I headed for the start of the queue in hopes of the sight of Pia. Then, I was approached by kids who were looking for the owner of the lost flask they found. I told them I didn't know and I didn't lose one. If I did, they sure weren't the right guys who found it because the flask they were holding was yellowish gold in color while mine was dark blue with stickers all over it. When they started to head for the direction I was facing to ask another soon-to-be upcat taker, Pia called out my name.

I was so fucking relieved that I heard her voice. I turned around and headed towards her direction. Then to my hyperbolic horror, I saw you three again walking towards my direction. Oh my effing gosh! There really isn't a way to avoid you, is there? I bowed my head down when y'all were getting close. When we got to a really close proximity, only Jat waved at me once again and exchanged a 'hi' with me.

After that exchange, I immediately ran to Pia. "Gagi, andito sina Marco. Nakita mo ba?" I informed her. She told me no, and asked about what happened. I told her about the whole interaction, what I felt, and what I thought about it in consideration of the random what-if scenario I told her about during our jeepney ride. What the fuck just happened?

We then headed to the picnic spot she was telling me about. I then prepared the mantel and lunch I brought. We had our Saturday classes there. Although there are a lot of things I could focus on that day, my mind kept bringing me back to what happened earlier—you. I spent my whole afternoon thinking why it happened, what its purpose was, & what lesson was it trying to teach me. I couldn't stop myself telling Pia every single little thought that popped into my head related to that interaction that day.

I couldn't believe that my tweet came true that if we ever meet in upd, I'll let it happen. Oh my gosh though, why must it happen so fast? I'm still so confused. Destiny is a funny thing and that day, it felt like I was the butt of its joke.

I think that's all you need to know about what had happened to me that day. I'm curious about yours too, but don't tell me about it. I don't need to know.

#angst #writing #letters #light angst #university #unibersidad

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countessofravenclaw · 1 year

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39 for the drabble prompts <3

Baking a cake goes very wrong

"Luna, what are you doing?" Matteo walked into the mansions' kitchen after a video conference with his producers. They were trying to figure out the schedule for his next single release. Luna had come home from training during it and locked herself in the kitchen.

"Baking a cake." Luna turned towards him smiling, she was elbows deep in some kind of custard she was stirring in a bowl.

"Why?" Matteo raised an eyebrow at her. Monica and Miquel were on a week-long trip to Mexico, so he and Luna had been left alone in the mansion.

"Simon and Ambar are coming over," Luna looked at him like what she was doing would have been the most obvious thing in existence. "So, I thought I'd bake something to celebrate the engagement."

"They got engaged over two months ago," Matteo crossed his arms.

"That doesn't mean we still can't celebrate."

"So, it is going to be one big party until the wedding?" Matteo questioned amused, "What kind of cake is that even supposed to be?"

"A cheesecake," Luna said while pouring the custard into the mold she had on the table, "Those are magical. You just put it in the fridge and it holds its shape."

"Where's Ambar?" Luna asked Simon as she opened the mansion's door.

"She had to take a phone call." Simon explained as he walked inside. "It's our realtor."

Simon and Ambar had decided to buy a house and move before the wedding. So on top of the wedding planning, Ambar had also taken charge of that. It definitely went all over Luna's head how she was able to manage everything.

"So you finally found an agent?" Luna asked as she and Simon sat on the living room couch.

"Yeah, we did... actually we got THE one."

"Isla's helping you?" Matteo, who had been lounging on the couch, questioned. "How did you manage that? The number one most known thing about the Peridas is that you can not reach them."

"Well, Ambar didn't contact her," Simon shook his head, "She called Gastón."

"Ah," Matteo nodded, "Well, gotta use the connections when you have them. I am just surprised, I thought she'd had her hands full. But on the other hand, she is definitely one to overdo a favour, especially if Gastón is involved."

"Well, if it gets the job done," Simon shrugged, "I don't know anything about buying houses."

"Since, you always struggled even with the rent," Matteo laughed.

"Ambar went through the budget with me, but I don't remember it," Simon admitted.

"Why won't you just build a house?" Luna asked as she jumped back on the couch.

"And how would we do that?"

"Don't we all know a person with a fresh master's degree in engineering, with an architecture minor?" Matteo suggested.

"I am not sure if we wanna bother Gastón with that," Simon shook his head, "He isn't even back yet."

"He and Nina will back in note time, as soon as she graduates. Or I am personally kidnapping and stuffing them in a private plane." Matteo huffed.

"Simon!" Ambar dashed in at the second, "Guess what?"

"What?" Simon asked as Ambar sat next to him on the sofa.

"This time we really have it!" Ambar started showing pictures on her phone, "This is on little on the south side from the central. Build in 2015, but in really good condition. The master bedroom has an ensuite and joins a room that could be converted into an office. And there are enough rooms that you could have an extra room for music, while we'd be left with two additional bedrooms. And there is this inside yard."

Simon looked at the pictures while Ambar talked.

"What do you think? Because this could be a house, that we would maybe never need to move out of." Simon agreed with Ambar. The house seemed really cool... and Ambar really was right. This house had the potential for raising a family.

"I like it a lot," Simon nodded, "Are we able to go and have a look at it?"

"I asked Isla that, she is not even in the country right now," Ambar continued, "but she said that her assistant is free to show us. Tommorrow at 1 pm. The address was Saldan 2155."

"Well, there we go!" Simon declared, "We might have a house.. soon. Honestly, this has happened quite fast."

"Well, Isla really lives up to her reputation. You don't become world-renowned for nothing." Ambar laughed, "I am really jealous of Nina right now, that is her mother-in-law... not that there is anything wrong with your mother," she tapped Simon on the arm.

"Oh, I completely forgot!" Luna suddenly jumped up form the sofa, "I made a cake!"

"You did what now?" Ambar stared at Luna.

"I baked a cake," Luna staed, "Come on. Let me show you!"

"How did you let this happen?" Ambar looked at Matteo.

"Don't look at me," He said.

Matteo, Ambar and Simon walked into the kitchen, just in time to witness Luna standing on front of the kitchen counter, looking at some sort of gloopy mess.

"What happened?" Ambar stared. "Is that the cake?"

"I don't know," Luna keeps just looking at the pile on the counter, "I just removed the tin. This is a cheesecake, it was supposed to hold it's shape."

"Did you put it in the oven?" Simon asked.

"You need to do that?" Luna stared at Simon.

"The ones that are served at Dad's restaurant were like that, but I don't really know." Simon shook his head, "Otherwise you'd need a setting agent or something."

"I thought it was just going to magically hold its shape." Luna said, sticking her finger onto the mass and putting it into her mouth. "But it still tastes good."

#This is super late #BUt it got it done #Soy Luna #soy luna fanfiction #Drapple

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sakimybeloved · 2 years

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Traitor

Hello!! This is one of mt first works! And this is a vent fic</3. I posted this on ao3 but later on decided to post it here too! Please enjoy! And please don't mind me struggling, idrk how Tumblr works😭

Warning this fic contains: One-sided love, Angst, Hurt no comfort, Swearing.

It's was a cold winter night when he broke up with me. We promised each other that once both of us healed we'd get back together and I'll be able to court him again.

I cried all night. I chose to trust his promise. I worked on myself, loved myself, i let myself heal. I held onto this promise. Rui never lied to me, he always kept his promise. "Will he really wait for you?" A voice inside my head said.

I told myself that he will keep his promise. I trusted him so much, he wont hurt me.. right? Am i starting to doubt him? I decided to brush those type of thoughts.

Me and rui still talk i always tried my best to check up on him. I noticed that he seemed to be cold or dry towards me, his mood changed whenever his "friend" was there with us, he is so moody recently.. i hope he feels better soon.

When i get home that type of thoughts flood my mind. I hate it. I don't like doubting him. But im getting suspicious of him. He won't break my heart.. right? The Rui i know doesn't lie or break his promise.. i'll just confront him about it!

He said he doesn't like anyone else, he said he likes me and im the only one he said. I trust him, i believe him. He won't lie and break my heart! "Keep telling that to yourself."

After months, i finally healed. He seem to have healed too! I decided to court him.. after months of waiting! I texted him to meet me at the park. I received a text from one of his friends it said "hey, Tsukasa i think it's time for you to know this but uh.. rui.. likes someone else. He doesn't like you.. he keeps ranting to me how tiring it is to pretend that he still likes you."

That message broke me. Tears started to flow. My sister, toya, father, mother looked at me worried. They asked what's wrong, i told them what happened. Saki and Toya were beyond mad at him. They all comforted me. I decided to continue my plan on going out with Rui but i'll confornt him about this.

Rui waved at me. I told him "Why? Did you do this to me?" He seem to took a hint on what i meant. He was quiet, so quiet. I kept on cursing at him and asking why. I said "why are you so cruel. Just why? After all i did for you. THIS IS WHAT I GET IN RETURN?" he seem shock that i shouted. All he can say is "I'm sorry." I ended up slapping him.

"I hate you. I hate you. Fuck you." I said that, while tears where flowing onto my eyes. I felt so betrayed. "How long have you liked someone else?" I asked. He didn't spoke after a few minutes he broke his silent "a few weeks after we broke up." He replied.

It hurt so much. we were together for 2 years and yet only a few weeks to move on from me. It just hurts i wanna cry more and the fact he has been lying for MONTHS. "We can stay as friends tho." He said, i replied with "okay. I need some time alone." I walked away from him.

When i arrived home, i went straight to my room. All i did was cry, and cry. I was right all along. He is a liar. I hate him so much. I wish he never finds happiness. I wish that he live a miserable life. I don't deserve to get treated like this. He is an asshole.

I have decided to forget him. After all my family will be moving to get more advanced treatment for saki. I heard that toya will be coming along because he got into a college there. I'll only focus on myself for now on. Spend time with my friends and family. I will forget about him.

#ruikasa #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma

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stellaferous · 2 years

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gonna talk a little bit about the new sync pairs for anni (btw i didn't check grids yet) and trainer lodge stuff

1. Ash looks way too powerful to skip + he's not a favourite but i do like him so ill probably go for him first

2. Red looks powerful as well though the TMs that instantly buff a stat to 6 stat ranks are boring now ngl, the max countdown thing is cool and he clearly pairs well with Ash (and any other electric type) thanks to Electric Terrain and the ability to extend it, i gotta pull him too -- however his outfit is kinda mid to me and that EX is even worse

3. not a big fan of Cynthia's outfit but i like her hair, and i don't think its fair that she's 1. getting a 2nd master fair, 2. getting her 3rd sygna suit and 3. has lucario instead of something like spiritomb:

she's the first trainer to have a 2nd MF and to get a 2nd and 3rd sygna suit, and im not a fan of how she seems to be all about "aura" and "spirit" when Riley is right there who is actually capable of manipulating aura and is literally known for having a Lucario -- and i don't like how this sets a precedent that characters can have 2 MFs and 2+ Sygna Suits, thus sucking out any meaning from both these titles which were originally (and presumably) rare and "special".

going to her kit, im glad that Fighting Zone is finally in the game and i'm tempted to pull her just for that (assuming my luck is good enough) even though she can only set it when she enters battle and after sync, meaning that fighting types can't benefit from it unless theres sync move countdown acceleration; idk im still on the fence on pulling her, we'll see depending on my gem count and my mood lmao

onto the trainer lodge trainers, they also have new sync pairs but i didn't check all of them yet so i won't comment on it, however when i was in the tutorial yesterday i noticed that you don't actually have a conversation with the trainers and instead you just click a button, they have a reaction and then repeat, which is honestly disappointing to me because i thought we'd be able to build friendships with them by us saying something and them replying back with actual words :( i haven't gotten far tho but i hope we get to actually talk with them soon

ALSO ROSA GOT A NEW ALT LETS GOOO ❗❗❗ seems like she got Shaymin simply because she's like the tour guide or something for Pasio... i forgot lmao, i know the Marley (and maybe Mallow) fans are fuming rn and im ngl i understand why

#pokemon #pokemas #ash ketchum #pikachu #cynthia #pokemon red #pokemon cynthia #sync pair

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meowstix · 2 years

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in something that not a single fucking person asked for, i have transcribed the entirety of family ties because i wanted to see how bad it was and nobody else bothered. i'm not fucking doing this again until the alola part of that villain arc drops and even that's a firm maybe. tumblr does not let me share files, so below the keep reading is the entire thing. all of it. there might be formatting issues but i don't care. die

-=-INITIAL LOGIN-=-

LILLIE: Alola, !

GLADION: Hey! We've been looking all over for you. Got a favor to ask. Lillie went and entered us into this family battle competition that's coming up soon…

LUSAMINE: But we don't really have any experience battling together as a team, you see. We were hoping you could introduce us to a good instructor who could show us the ropes.

LILLIE: I want us to be able to show our full power in the competition as a family- me, my brother, and our mother, all together! Will you help us, ?

-=-A FAMILY AGAINST ALL ODDS-=-

KOGA: Fwahahaha! The victory is ours!

GLADION: Did you see how in sync they were? How could there be that much of a gap between us…

LUSAMINE: Going from three individuals battling to one cohesive unit is proving rather difficult, isn't it. Lillie, dear, why don't we try battling with just the two of us first and see how it goes?

LILLIE: OK!

JANINE: Good battle! Guess that's another victory for us!

LILLIE: I'm sorry, Mother…

LUSAMINE: No need to apologize, dear. I know you did the best you could. Gladion, let's try the same thing with you.

GLADION: Alright.

NARRATION: Lusamine and her family continued to fight hard, battle after battle. But it wasn't enough to defeat the father-daughter combo of Koga and Janine.

LUSAMINE: … … …

???: Look at them go.

LUSAMINE: Norman! I thought you couldn't make it today. Did your plans change?

NORMAN: Brendan has some things he has to take care of today, but I gave in to curiosity and decided to come check things out on my own. How's it going? Has the training worked out well for you?

LUSAMINE: I wish I could say it was going smoothly. I assumed that our love for eachother as a family would make syncing up in battle a trifle. It seems I was wrong.

NORMAN: Ah, don't worry. Brendan and I had a tough time finding our groove together in the beginning, too. We kept at it, though, and somewhere along the way, it just started to click for us. That's family, though, eh?

LUSAMINE: Family…

NORMAN: Don't trouble yourself over it too much, all right? You'll get there in time.

LUSAMINE: … … … That may have been true for you and your son, but we have very different families. I have a feeling I know the reason mine hasn't been successful in this…

NORMAN: Lusamine…?

KOGA: Yes! That was quite good!

JANINE: , Gladion, Lillie, you're doing great! You're really starting to move with confidence!

KOGA: At the rate you're going, the two of you will be able to sync up in battle without 's help in no time. I would expect no less from a pair of siblings like yourselves.

LILLIE: Of course! We're giving this our all!

GLADION: Hmph. We've got this. Come on, Lillie! Let's finish 'em together!

LUSAMINE: … … …

-=-A FAMILY DIVIDED-=-

NARRATION: Several days after the training session with Koga and Janine… the day of the family competition finally arrived.

LILLIE: Today's the day. We've got one math to prove ourselves. I hope we do well.

Have some confidence!

LILLIE: Y-you're right. I know. It's just… I wish we'd had a little more time to prepare. That's all.

GLADION: We did some more training after that first session with Koga… but the three of us are still struggling to get in sync with each other as a team.

LUSAMINE: … … …

LILLIE: Well, moping around won't fix anything, will it? Come on, let's try to cheer up! I promise to fight with my full power!

GLADION: You're right. Our strategy should be more than enough to defeat most of the teams here. We're gonna win this!

???: Hey, Gladion! Hey, Lillie!

GLADION: Brendan? I didn't know you were gonna be competing today.

BRENDAN: Yep! I'm here with my dad and Wally.

WALLY: Have you gone over to check the matchups yet?

LILLIE: What? No, we haven't had a chance yet.

BRENDAN: Ha! I'll save you the trip, then! You're looking at your opponents right here!

GLADION: What?!

LILLIE: We're matched up with you?!

BRENDAN: Haha! Hope you're prepared, 'cause we're in it to win it!

NORMAN: Brendan, Wally. You should start getting ready for the match soon.

BRENDAN: You got it, Dad.

LUSAMINE: I never would have guessed I'd be fighting against you, Norman.

NORMAN: It came as a surprise to me as well. Best of luck to both of us. Let's give it our all out there.

GLADION: … … … Hey… We need to change our strategy.

LILLIE: What?! What are you talking about, Gladion?

GLADION: Did you see who we're matched up against? There's no way we're gonna win against a powerhouse team from Hoenn like this. If we wanna win, we've gotta give up trying to get in sync with each other. It's just not working. Our only chance is to throw everything we've got at them individually!

LILLIE: Gladion, we can't just change our strategy like that right before the match.

GLADION: If we want our team to win, that's just what we're gonna have to do.

LILLIE: But… I… I think we should try our best to fight together as a family, even if it means we don't have a chance to win!

GLADION: Huh?! What's the matter with you? There's no point in competing if you're not trying to win!

NORMAN: All right, you two. Calm down. Talking things out is good, but getting into an argument right before a match isn't going to help anyone.

LUSAMINE: … … … I understand why you two are upset.

LILLIE: Mother…

GLADION: We're running out of time. Come on, we need to start preparing.

LUSAMINE: That won't be neccessary. There's only one solution that can solve our problem. I'm removing myself from this team.

LILLIE: What…?

-=-A TWO-WAY STREET-=-

GLADION: What do you mean you're removing yourself from the team?!

LILLIE: Where's this coming from, Mother?

LUSAMINE: The two of you should understand how I came to this conclusion. It's simple. There's an obstacle preventing our team from bonding together as a cohesive unit… Me.

LILLIE: That's not true!

LUSAMINE: It's all right, Lillie. I know this is my fault. I have to face to the consequences of the mistakes I made in the past. I opened up Ultra Wormholes across Alola, subjected our beautiful islands to so much chaos… And my selfish behavior tore our family apart. It's no wonder our efforts to unite as a team have been a struggle. I'm the one to blame.

LILLIE: Mother…

GLADION: … … …

LUSAMINE: … Please take my place in the competition and fight with Lillie and Gladion.

Are you sure?

LUSAMINE: I'm sure. With you by their side… I'm sure this team will be able to fight as one cohesive unit. With me out of the picture, this team may even stand a chance to win.

LILLIE: How can you be so selfish, Mother?! The whole reason I entered us into this competition was so that the three of us could fight together! And at the first turn, you want to leave us? Without you, there isn't a reason to take part anymore!

LUSAMINE: Lillie…

GLADION: Did you forget why we started practicing for this in the first place? This is a FAMILY competition. We wanted to win it together as family! If you won't even be on the team, I'd rather just withdraw altogether!

LUSAMINE: Gladion…

NORMAN: Lusamine, I don't claim to be a perfect parent either, but let me say this. Just as parents love their children and want what's best for them… children love their parents, too, and want what's best for us. It's not a one-way street.

LUSAMINE: I really am a poor excuse for a mother, aren't I. Once again, I tried to force my decision on them without stopping to consider how they might feel. This time will be different. Lillie, Gladion… I was so focused on doing what I thought was best for you, I never even stopped to ask if that was what you wanted. The two of you are already so strong. And not only that, you're also incredibly kind and caring. As your mother, I could learn a thing or two from you when it comes to that. So come on! Let's join together and show the competition the full extent of our power! We're going to win this as a family!

GLADION: We did it. We defeated Brendan's team.

LILLIE: We did it, Mother!

BRENDAN: Aw, man! I can't believe we lost to them!

NORMAN: Congratulations, Lusamine. That was a good battle. The evidence should be as clear as day after a victory like that. The three of you make a good team. And you make a good family.

LUSAMINE: …Thank you, Norman.

GLADION: When I heard our family would be fighting as a team, I had no idea how things would turn out. But I'm glad we did it.

LILLIE: Me too! It turned out to be so much fun! Mother… Gladion… Promise we'll do this together again sometime?

LUSAMINE: I promise.

GLADION: Hmph.

LUSAMINE: (Honey…) (I will continue to love our children and strengthen the bond of our family.) (I'll protect these wonderful smiles of theirs in the hope that one day, they'll be as bright as yours.)

-=-LOST AND FOUND-=-

LILLIE: Oh, ! Clefairy seems to have gotten lost. Would you mind coming with me to look for her?

Investigate Blissey

LILLIE: What about this pokemon?

HIKER: My Blissey's eggs are the best in the world! They say that Blissey's eggs are chock-full of happiness- and that anyone who eats them will be happy, too!

LILLIE: That's like something out of a fairy tale! How wonderful!

HIKER: In fact, since I eat them every day… you could say that my belly is chock-full of happiness!

Investigate Jigglypuff

LILLIE: What about this pokemon?

RISING STAR: Isn't my Jigglypuff cute? We're practicing singing right now! Here we go! … I'm feeling… kind of… sleepy…

LILLIE: Hmm… I wonder where my little Clefairy could have run off to. ! Did you hear that? That was Clefairy's cry!

GLADION: ! Clefairy had just about given up on waiting for you.

LILLIE: What?

GLADION: Unbelievable… I see your sense of direction is as bad as ever.

I guess it was actually you who was lost, Lillie?

LILLIE: Heeey! ! Oh, look! The moon's so pretty!

-=-GLADION'S PREDICAMENT-=-

GLADION: Hey, . Do you know any pokemon that can make string? My clothes got ripped while I was training. Some string should suffice for a quick fix.

Break rock. A Lass and Steenee are behind it.

GLADION: Hm? Are you hungry or something? … Hmph. Guess I have no choice. This is Silvally's, but I'll share some with you. ! What? I'm not giving away all of it! I'll save some for you!

Break rock. A Kakuna is behind it.

GLADION: Oh, great! If we could just get a little string…

Kakuna evolved into Beedrill!

GLADION: Uh-oh! Let's get out of here!

NARRATION: While they were making their escape, 's clothes got caught on a branch and ripped.

GLADION: Phew. Looks like we got away safely. ! Oh, come on… You can't get your own clothes ripped trying to help fix mine. That defeats the purpose!

CAMPER: Hurray! It finally evolved! H-huh? Ahhh!

GLADION: Hmph. Looks like he still has a long way to go in his training.

Talk to Gladion.

GLADION: This is shaping up to be a tough search. ! Hey! Isn't that…

There is an Ace Trainer with a Spinarak. Gladion approaches them and talks to them.

GLADION: All right. This should be enough. I'll fix your ripped clothes. Come here. Ok. All done

What about your clothes, Gladion?

GLADION: Hmph. My clothes can wait. I'm used to having a few rips in my outfit.

-=-GLADION THE GLADIATOR?-=-

GLADION: Hapu, who's this guy you want me to meet up with? Just spill it already!

HAPU: Don't be impatient, Gladion. You'll see for yourself soon enough. Ah! There he is now!

GRIMSLEY: This must be Gladion. I see what you meant, Hapu. He does have a sharp look in his eyes.

GLADION: And you are…?

GRIMSLEY: Hmph. I'm Grimsley, one of the Unova Elite Four. Hmph.

GLADION: Hmph.

LILLIE: Wait, that's it?!

HAPU: I had a feeling the two of you would see eye to eye. It seems I was correct.

SHAUNTAL: "Two men clad in all black stood before one another…" "In naught but a moment, a new friendship was born."

GLADION: I could learn a thing or two from someone like you, Grimsley. You can teach me things that'll take me to even greater heights as a Trainer! I'll be stronger than ever!

GRIMSLEY: And I'll be waiting to battle you myself once you get there.

LILLIE: That's great, Gladion! I've never seen you look so excited before.

HAPU: Indeed! I can feel a new strength starting to rise within him already… ! I've got it! Gladion, who fights with all of his might to rise to greater heights… We should call him Gladion the Gladiator! Haha!

GLADION: G-Gladiator?! Not exactly the nickname I had in mind…

GRIMSLEY: Hmph. Give it your best shot, Gladion the Gladiator.

LILLIE: We'll make quite a formidable pair, won't we! Never-lily-livered Lillie and Gladion the Gladiator! (TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: THE FOOTAGE SAYS GRIMSLEY IS SAYING THIS. TYPO IN THE GROUP CHAT)

GLADION: Sure… Yeah…

SHAUNTAL: "The young man in black had earned a new name for himself…" "Yet with this new name came new troubles as well."

-=-PASIO'S ELEGANT LADIES-=-

ERIKA: That was splendid, Lillie.

CAITLIN: I really enjoyed battling together.

LILLIE: Thank you! I had a lot of fun, too!

DARACH: Excellent battle, Miss Lillie. I could tell you were giving it your absolute best. Well done indeed!

GLADION: Lillie used to be so shy and reserved, always taking things slowly at her own pace… Hmph. Now she's like a totally different person.

LILLIE: I don't have time to take things slowly anymore. I became a Pokemon Trainer much later than you and Hau did. I want to catch up to your level as fast as I can, so I need to train extra hard. That's why I try to do my very best every single day! Like Hapu says- no one can call me lily-livered!

GLADION: Hmph. Right.

DARACH: I think it's wonderful that you're working so hard to improve yourself. Wouldn't you agree, Lady Caitlin?

LILLIE: Oh my gosh! Are you two feeling all right?

DARACH: Hoho, it seems your hardworking spirit must have rubbed off on the two of them, Miss Lillie. They look perfectly exhausted.

GLADION: (These two sleepyheads seem to have grown pretty powerful, slow pace or not… Could that actually be the secret to their strength?!) (I guess it would've been possible for Lillie to grow stronger in a similar way, even if she'd continued to take things slow…) (But as her brother, I kind of like this new Lillie… It's good to see her working hard and doing her best.)

-=-BEAST OR BEAUTY?-=-

NANU: This is bad news.

OLIVIA: Ultra Beasts like this are a threat to people and Pokemon alike. For one to appear here on Pasio…

NANU: Well, we can't just ignore something like this.

???: Wait! Don't!

LILLIE: That Pheromosa isn't a danger to anyone!

LUSAMINE: It appeared before me out of the blue one day, and it's been with me ever since. We've formed a sync pair together. It's been a very friendly companion to me.

OLIVIA: You formed a sync pair with an Ultra Beast?!

NANU: Your track record with those hasn't exactly been the cleanest, ma'am…

??? Whoa! Is that what I think it is?!

BUGSY: A Pheromosa! Wow! This is amazing! It's so beautiful!

VIOLA: Look at how long and graceful its body is- and that gorgeous white coloration! Yes! These shots are going to be fantastic!

OLIVIA: Wait, don't go near it! That Pokemon is-

NANU: … … … Aw, crud. This isn't like me… I must be gettin' tired in my old age. Right. I'm gonna go take a load off somewhere.

OLIVIA: Nanu?!

NANU: The only threats I see around here are my own preconceptions. Nothing to worry about, right, missy?

LILLIE: No, sir! Ultra Beasts are Pokemon, too, after all!

NANU: You take care of that partner of yours, Miss President.

-=-LET IT GO, LUSAMINE-=- (TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR THAT PHRASE ANYMORE AND NOT GO INTO A BLIND FRENZY HELP)

LUSAMINE: Will she be all right? Maybe I should go… No, I can't walk away now…

???: What are you doing over here, Lusamine?

LUSAMINE: A-Acerola! My goodness, you nearly scared me to death!

ACEROLA: Oh! Isn't that Lillie over there? Lillie!

LUSAMINE: Shh! Stop! Stop! … Phew… That was close.

SERENA: Are you trying to keep an eye on her in secret or something?

LUSAMINE: Actually, I am. Lillie is shopping for clothes with her friends right now. But… I'm afraid she'll pick out something strange!

ACEROLA: Hahaha! She'll be fine!

SERENA: Yeah! Lisia and Candice both have an amazing sense of style. Trust me- she's in good hands.

LUSAMINE: You're right… As a parent, I need to learn to trust my children more.

ACEROLA: Hold on… It looks like someone else is joining them.

Clair approaches Lillie, Candice, and Lisia.

LUSAMINE: Who is that?! And what is that skintight aqua bodysuit she's strutting around in?! She looks so bold and confident… What if she starts to rub off on Lillie? What if Lillie tries to imitate her fashion?! Oh dear…

SERENA: Ummm, I'm pretty sure that's not gonna happen…

LUSAMINE: I have to do something… I'm her mother, so it's my duty to step in and put a stop to this, right?

SERENA: It's not going to be easy to move on from your past ways if you continue on like this, Lusamine…

-=-AN UNEXPECTED REUNION-=-

GUZMA: Well, well… I didn't think I'd run into Madam Prez herself way out here on Pasio.

LUSAMINE: I see you made your way here as well, Guzma…

GUZMA: Meh. Alola was too small for us. You sure seem to have changed a lot over the journey… I saw that look in your eye. You never made a face like that when we were on the same time. You ain't even the same person now.

LUSAMINE: … … …

GUZMA: You used to have this gleam in your eye… Like you knew you had the power to change the whole world right at your fingertips. I used to wanna be like you… But now?

LUSAMINE: You're not wrong… I have changed. Are you disappointed?

GUZMA: Nah.

LUSAMINE: What?

GUZMA: That face you were makin' a minute ago… You looked kinda like a real mom. Your kids deserve to have this person in their lives, not that power-hungry lady with a gleam in her eye. This new you that's spendin' a quiet afternoon shoppin' with her kids… she'll make 'em much happier. Guzma! What is wrong with you?! You're turnin' into a pile of mush… See ya, Madam Prez. Next time, let's have a Pokemon battle or somethin'.

LUSAMINE: (It seems I'm not the only one who's changed, Guzma…)

-=-SIBLING ADVANTAGES-=-

LANCE: All right, let's leave it there for today.

LILLIE: Thank you so much! I feel like I learned a lot!

GLADION: It's crazy how much people's personalities come through when battling tag team. You move like you have twin telepathy, Tate and Liza. It seems like you always know what the other is gonna do. In a battle format where teamwork is key, that's a huge plus to have. Lance and Clair, I know that you two are cousins…

CLAIR: chuckle Aren't we fantastic?

GLADION: Compared to Tate and Liza, you two seemed to move pretty independently of each other.

CLAIR: !

GLADION: But that just proves how much you trust eachother and respect each other's skill. You don't need me to tell you how strong you are.

LANCE: Thanks for the analysis. You've got a good eye.

TATE: Your coordination with Lillie was really great, too, Gladion!

GLADION: It was?

CLAIR: I thought so. It was a little awkward here and there, but both of you really shined through.

LIZA: Yeah! And I noticed that when Lillie looked like she was in trouble, you jumped in and covered for her. You really looked like a big brother then!

GLADION: Wha- W-well, what else was I supposed to do…

LANCE: You're not twins or cousins- you're siblings. That relationship is something you can use to your advantage. You would do well to utilize it moving forward.

GLADION: An advantage, huh. Seems like having a sibling on your team may not be a bad thing at all.

LILLIE: Yeah! Let's use it to our advantage!

-=-PAST VS. FUTURE-=-

LUSAMINE: Come on out, Pheromosa. Our little stroll is over now. It's time to go home. ! Silvally? Is Gladion around here, too? Silvally… I like that name much better than Type: Null. Gladion, Lillie, and I have become a family again… but the mistakes I made in the past haven't just disappeared. You were created for the purpose of fighting the Ultra Beasts. All that experimentation we put you through… It must have been terrible. When you look at me now… do you hate me for what I did?

???: Silvally doesn't hate you.

LUSAMINE: Gladion…

GLADION: Silvally's not the type to dwell on things that happened in the past. When it destroyed its control mask, it let go of all the pain and hatred it felt with it. Now, Silvally's focused on the future more than anything else.

LUSAMINE: The future…

GLADION: Yeah. And when it thinks about the future, I'm sure you and Pheromosa are right there along with us. As our allies, fighting right there beside us. You should try it sometime, too, Mother… Focusing on the future, I mean.

LUSAMINE: You're right… Rather than dwelling on the past… what I should be doing is looking ahead at our future.

-=-A FAMILY OF RIVALS-=-

LILLIE: Wow! I think we did better in this last battle together than we did during the competition!

LUSAMINE: I agree. Our team coordination has improved quite a bit.

LILLIE: Is something the matter, Gladion?

GLADION: Just thinking about something that's been nagging at me… You and Pheromosa basically have limitless potential when it comes to your strength. Who really knows what you're capable of? Any way you look at it, you two are a lot stronger than Silvally and me…

LUSAMINE: chuckle Stop, Gladion. You're making us blush.

GLADION: I don't plan on leaving it that way, Mother. I'll show you that Silvally and I can become stronger than any other sync pair! Because… I want to protect you and Lillie. I want to protect my family.

LUSAMINE: Gladion…

LILLIE: I'm going to do my best, too! I'm going to work hard to hone my skills as a Trainer. Someday, I'll be even stronger than you and Mother! Like Hapu says- no one can call me lily-livered?

LUSAMINE: Lillie… chuckle It makes me so proud seeing how confident the two of you have become… but you're still a long, long way from surpassing me, my dears. My strength in battle comes from the deep love that I have for my Pokemon.

GLADION: Hmph. That sounds like a challenge. Let's see which one of us can become the strongest! We may be family… but we're rivals, too!

-=-END-=-

#rat chat #pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon masters #lillie #lillie pokemon #gladion #lusamine #explodes. why did i do this to myself.

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allisonreader · 23 days

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This is something that came about from the missing eye idea after some discussion.

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He was standing on her front porch, talking to her through the crack she was holding the door at. Hardly able to see her through it.

"You've been pulling away again. Was it something I did? Please, talk to me." He wasn't afraid to beg her for answers.

"You shouldn't have been wasting your time with me. You deserve someone more than me," she said.

"Elaine! Where is this coming from?" he asked. This was coming out of nowhere. They were fine last week, at least he thought they had been.

"Go away, I won't see you."

She closed the door completely on him now.

"Is something wrong? Let me in Jess," he asked and begged loud enough for her to hear through the door.

"No. I don't want to see you Erik. Leave me alone, move onto some other girl. I think Claire would still be interested," she answered loud enough for him to hear back.

"I don't like Claire the way I love you. I'm coming in one way or another. Trudy's said that for the past week you haven't left your place here, and that you've just been getting her to leave any food she brings you outside your door. That you won't get it until she's left. We're all worried about you. I'm worried about you," he was still speaking to her through the door.

"I don't want you to come in. I don't want to see anyone right now, and you need to move on. It's foolishness to think we'd ever work out...... on both our parts." He almost missed the last part as she got quiet on it.

"That's it, I'm coming in."

"No, you're NOT! I have an infection and I WILL NOT SEE YOU!"

"If you're sick, then I want to be there for you!"

"I don't want you here for me. I've seen the light this past week, and I shouldn't have let things go so far. It was never going to work out for us. You need to let me go. Go back east and find some high society girl who'll actually go to events with you. Just... just don't bring her here."

"That's it Elaine, I'm coming in. Whether you like it or not. And we will be getting to the bottom of all of this." He found her sitting at the kitchen table head down on her arms.

"I told you not to come in."

"And I told you I'm getting to the bottom of what's wrong, one way or the other." He sat across from her. "What's wrong? What's going on Elaine? Please tell me." He reached out to touch her hand, she just pulled it away, head still down on the table with her arms left around it.

"No, just leave me here alone. I don't want you here."

"But why Elaine? I love you. If you're hurting, I want to know why."

"Just leave me alone already."

"I won't, because something is up and I'm going to find out what it is."

"No. Now go. Go and forget about me."

"I won't go. Please just look at me and tell me why now? Why now are you withdrawing from me again? Are things moving to fast for you? We can slow down. I don't want to lose you."

"No."

"No what? Please just look at me and tell me why. Explain to me why."

"No. Just go."

"Not before you look at me. Look at me Elaine, and tell me to my face. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me here and I'll leave."

"I can't. I can't and you can't make me or I'll never talk to you again. I'll leave town if I have too."

"Elaine, I can tell you're crying, you want that about as much as me. What's really going on?"

She remained silent as he assumed the tears were still falling.

"You can tell me anything, you know that. There's nothing but saying there's another man that would make me feel any different about you. And even if there was another man, I think I'd fight him for you. Will you let me dry your eyes for you?"

"No! I'VE ONLY GOT ONE EYE! You deserve to marry someone whole, someone who won't hide away as soon as she gets an infection. Not someone who can't bare to be looked at on the best of days because they don't want it to be known they're broken. I can't do that to you. I can't."

"One eye or two, you will always be beautiful to me. I don't care-"

"But I do Kyle, I do. I won't look at you, I'm not moving from this position, feel free to let yourself out."

"We'll talk, once you're feeling better, face to face. I love you Elaine Winslow and you will not be getting away that easily."

#I changed the names from what they were originally and I know for a fact that parts of this aren't accurate to glass eye wearing #as I actually did do research into this because I was getting really into it #but sometimes the creative process makes you ignore the truth or reality of what would be true to life #mainly what's being ignored here is the fact that unless glass eyes are being cleaned they should always be worn and not left out long term #at least from what I understood when I was reading about it because it can change the socket shape or something to that nature #it's been awhile since I did that research #so it's not extremely obvious in this piece alone but she did keep her eye out for a longer period of time #anyways I am still kind of happy with how this piece had turned out at the time

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 3 months

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Wreckless - Shaken... not Stirred

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I spend most of Saturday in Zoom meetings and on the cell-phone.

By six p.m. I realize that as much as I hate it... I won't be going to Emmett's tomorrow.

I call and he says he understands when I tell him I have a big project due Monday but I know he's hurt.

Same, except I'm also not and that's the problem.

He says to call tomorrow if anything changes and I promise to but even though I want nothing more than to go over there for an hour, it wouldn't be quick.

We'd have mind-blowing sex and then we'd eat and cuddle and he'd take such good care of me that I wouldn't be able to leave.

That can't happen.... I don't even make time for mass on Sunday but my father calls later in the afternoon.

He wants an update which he more than deserves but since I'm expressly going against his wishes... I'm not sure what to say.

No, things aren't quite wrapped up here.

No, I don't need him to call the moving company... I'll handle it when I'm ready.

Yes, I know I have to give the apartment office one weeks notice.

Of course I'll get the car cleaned before I return it, especially since I dropped some fries in it earlier this week.

It's not like I've never done this before.

He thinks I'm stressed from the fire.. I am.

He wants to make sure I know that no one blames me and I shouldn't think I could have done something... I know.

They're thinking of me and love me... Same.

My team pulls together and by Sunday evening we have two bids cleared by the lawyers and ready to go.

Monday morning I sleep in a bit and then drive down to personally hand deliver our bids.

I call that afternoon to find out when we'll hear anything and the news knocks me over.... Three weeks.

It will be three weeks... What am I going to do with myself for three weeks?

The answer is obvious... go home.

I call Emmett and he says he'll be home by 6:30 p.m.

That's a bit late for him but it's been over a week since we spent actual quality time together so I'll be patient... Well, I'll try.

I plan on giving him until seven o'clock so I don't pounce on him as soon as he gets home but I pull up at 6:45 and can't stand the thought of waiting in my car.

I knock on his door.

He looks tired but smiles at me.

"Hey darling, get in here."

I obey gladly.

"I'm just starting dinner, can you stay?"

I haven't had decent food in days.

"Yeah, that would be great."

"So, mission complete? Project finished?" he asks.

He doesn't know the specifics but it's kind of him to ask.

"Submitted. Now I have to wait three weeks to hear back."

I sit at the table in the kitchen and he brings me over a drink.

"Thanks."

He pulls stuff out of the fridge and I try to figure out what he's going to make.

"I don't want to assume but does the whole lack of a factory and this three week timeline mean that you get some time off? Or is it on to the next project?"

I wasn't sure how I was going to bring this up but he's given me the perfect opportunity... I hate the words I'm about to say.

"It means I'm in limbo and I should head back to Michigan until they decide."

"Oh. Right. You mentioned going back," his voice is eerily calm and I can't get a read on him.

What is he thinking?

"Will you be coming back to Baltimore?"

This is the hard part.

"I want to."

"But?"

"It probably depends on what happens in three weeks, Emmett. I'm sorry."

If I get one of the contracts I'll have some bargaining room with my father and the board and will do everything I can to convince them to change their minds.

If I don't... there's nothing I can do.

I'm the vice-president until my father retires and I will go and do what he and the board think I should.

There will be another factory to open, other deals to make, other products to develop.

"I want to come back."

"That's nice but it doesn't mean much, apparently. You know, with all your money you'd think..."

"What?"

"It's just that your money sure does buy nice stuff but it doesn't seem to be buying you much happiness or freedom. What's the point if you can't use it for stuff that really matters?"

He's right, money comes with strings and there are lots of things it can't buy but...

"It'll buy plane tickets, we can see each other."

He sort of grunts at me.

"Yeah, sure. Hope you like stir-fry."

"I do... I love it."

He's thawing some shrimp which is definitely one of my favorites.

This will be good.... And it is... It's stuffed full of perfectly good vegetables, the rice is perfectly cooked and the sauce is great.

We're almost finished when he asks...

"When are you leaving?"

"I have to pack up the apartment and return my car so probably Wednesday?"

I could get it all done tomorrow if I had to but I don't really have to.

Besides, it means one more evening with Emmett.

"Can I stay tonight?"

He looks at me, hard, stares until I almost break down.

"Maybe it's best if you don't. Besides, all your stuff is at your place, right?"

Oh. Okay.

"Um, maybe tomorrow?"

"I'm working late, sorry. I hope you have a safe trip back home, Finnegan. I had a wonderful time, really. I can't even tell you how much."

He doesn't have to, I know.

He's giving me the brush off but how can I blame him when I'm the one leaving?

"I did too. This isn't the end of us, Emmett, I hope it isn't."

"Sometimes it's best to move on, Finnegan. Hanging onto the past just hurts. I'll wait three weeks. If you can come back and stay, I'd really like that darling. If not, well, it is what it is."

He stands up and takes both of our plates to the sink.

I think it's time for me to go while I can still see through the tears that are forming.

I've been kicking myself since he walked out the door that night.

He practically threw himself at my feet and admitted that he needed me which is always hard for him.

He was exhausted and desperate for some love and attention and care and all I could manage to offer him was a meal.

I'd already shut down and put us in a box in the back of my closet and I couldn't bring myself to torture either of us with another amazing night.

Part of me hoped he'd change his mind.

That he'd call me Tuesday saying he couldn't do it, he didn't want to leave me and then beg my forgiveness for making me feel like I didn't really matter to him.

I had this fairy-tale ending in my head where he moved in here and we were a happy 'little' family.

Little... even that doesn't make me smile.

He's been gone for two weeks.

He's sent a few texts, letting me know he was home safe and that he was thinking of me.

I responded but kept my distance because it hurts.

Thinking about him makes me ache in all sorts of ways and probably will for awhile.

Everything at home reminds me of him.

The stupid, adorable towels that he sent are in my linen closet.

I have his tiny sheep undies because they were in the laundry and I haven't even reclaimed his drawer yet.

His bendy cups and Spiderman cup are in my cupboard.

I can barely stand to spend time on my couch, honestly.

We watched movies, snuggled and fucked on that couch.

The problem is that he's everywhere, my kitchen and bed included.

I can't even do laundry without thinking about him.

So I've been spending a lot of time at the bowling alley and work, hitting the gym more than I have in months and doing everything I can think of to avoid going home.

Peter has been staring at me all morning but he probably thinks I haven't noticed.

Please.

I survived for years in war zones by paying attention.

No, we all paid attention... I just got lucky.

"You and Finnegan want to come over this weekend?"

That's a hard question but it's time to come out with it.

I guess I just assumed that Finnegan had told Tristan.

"He went back to Michigan."

"Oh. Well that explains a lot. How long is he gone for?"

It does? Am I that bad? Maybe.

"Probably forever."

That gets his attention and he walks over.

"What? What happened?"

It's a long story but it all boils down to the fact that...

"He was never supposed to stay."

He just left sooner than I thought he would.

"But you two are so good together. My God... I almost left Tristan in Michigan when I came here. Can't believe I was so stupid. I thought we were too new so I didn't ask him to come. Did you ask him to stay, Emmett?"

"It wouldn't have changed anything. He's waiting to hear news about some, some thing and if it comes through he might be back. I don't really know how it all works but he didn't sound all that optimistic."

"Are you thinking about going there?"

Huh?

"To Michigan?"

No, why would I?

For Finn, of course but my whole life is here, just like his is there, except it's not.

He'd be leaving for months or years at a time to go open new factories and then what?

I'd just hang around and wait for him in Michigan?

No thank you.

"Yeah, it's not bad. Winters are tough but you two can come up with ways to stay warm."

Yeah. Not happening.

"He didn't invite me... he mentioned a visit but not... anything else."

He throws his hands up in the air but he's just goofing off.

"It's like you're not even listening to me."

I know he's trying to help but...

"We're not you and Tristan. It's complicated. Our dynamic is... it's unusual."

"So's ours. Just hate to see you moping around and upset, Emmett. Offer for this weekend is still open, it would probably be good for you to get out."

It would be.

"Can I let you know tomorrow?"

"Sure. And I'll have Tristan give Finnegan a call, see if he can weasel out some info for you."

That's not necessary but nothing I say will stop him.

Tristan will call once he finds out Finnegan's gone whether Peter has anything to do with it or not.

I can't imagine Tristan letting that one go.

A car pulls in and it saves me from answering and luckily the rest of the afternoon is busy.

Busy is very good lately.

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