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Pairing: childhood bff!Chan x fem!reader (non-idol au) Word count: 3.4k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖, Smut 🔥❤️ (angst if you squint) Warning: Weddings... (lord help me), pro best friend chan, mentions of familial favoritism, semi rough sex? , soft dom!chan, sweet name calling(babygirl, princess), slightly jealous chan, comfort, lord someone teach me how to make better warnings, i think thats all? (someone needs to teach me to proof read.)

A/N: THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU <3 I'm working on improving the formating of my works so >.> bare with me if some of the stuff doesnt translate over well on different devices, especially the text message part >.>

When you were young, you often got compared to your sister, your sister who loved pink and poodles and tutu skirts. She was younger than you by a year and yet, she always out did you, always was a step ahead, always beating you in everything. Yeah, you loved her, but the pain of comparison drove a wedge between you two.

You were 5 when you met Chan. He was very silly, always playing games and smiling, you happened to attend the same school and after he stood up for you against an older boy at the park you two were inseparable.

Chan, who sang for you. Chan, who shared his food with you. Chan, who taught you how to dance. Chan, who teased you for acting like a nerd. Chan, who was your best friend.

Chan was sitting on the couch in your apartment, watching a cringey romantic comedy with you when your phone rang. You gave it a glance and cringed, your grandmother's name appeared on the screen with a image of the woman with an almost plastic smile.

"You should probably answer." Chan said, "Would make it worse if you didn't."

You gave your best friend a side eye. "Nah really?"

He laughed lightly as you answered the phone.

"Hi, honey, you are joining us this year for the whole family get-together aren't you?" The old woman's voice came through the speaker to your ear.

"Of course Grandma-" You started.

"That's what you said last year, and you didn't come."

You made a face, the reason you hadn't gone was because you were sick. "Things happen Grandma."

"And the year before that?"

You pursed your lips, glancing at Chan. You weren't avoiding your family really you were just... avoiding the conflict that ensued when you were with your family. And by conflict you meant the constant onslaught of questions and disappointed looks you got whenever your family asked about anything you were doing with your life.

"And anyway, it's been so long since we've heard from you, we want to see how you've been, keep the family together, bring new people in along the way." Your grandma sounded so happy.

"What do you mean?" You were confused by the "bring new people".

"Oh dear. Did your sister not tell you?" Your grandma sighed, "She has a surprise for us this year."

You sighed. Your little sister always was one better than you, or two, or ten...

"Y/n?" Your grandma's voice brought you out of your daze and Chan leaned forward looking at your face.

"I'll be there this year grandma, I promise."

"Alright. Bye bye honey."

"Bye..." You said in a small voice hanging up.

Chan smiled slightly at you. "So?"

"Help."

His eyes widened slightly before darting around. "You know I really would if I could read minds but it's awfully sad I cant."

You rolled your eyes at the man. "My family dislikes everything I do."

"And?" Chan leaned back, raising a brow.

"They don't dislike you."

"What are you trying to do here?"

You clasped your hands and gave your best friend the most innocent pure pleading gaze. "Come with me, so they won't hate on me."

Chan made a face. "No-"

"I'll pay for the wifi in your apartment for the next two- four months." You grabbed your friend's big hands in yours, "Please!"

"Just because they don't hate me doesn't mean they won't hate on you." Chan said exasperated.

"BUT they'll find someone to compare to you so I won't have to be put down by this." You give him a pleading look.

"Y/n. I've done a lot of dum shit before this is my limit."

"Channie!" You begged. "Come on! I'll pay your netflix subscription too!"

Chan groaned. "Fine! You're making me feel guilty."

"AH! You're the best Chan." You smiled hugging you friend.

He rolled his eyes and patted your hair. "You're lucky netflix is expensive."

So there you were dinner, with your family, your grandmother quick to jump and compliment Chan and compare your father and uncles to him when they were his age. Everyone complimenting your sister and asking her what the big news was. Your dad looked about ready to leave when your younger sister stood. tapping her spoon against her glass gently.

You looked at her, she smiled at you, a smile you couldn't read.

"I have a big announcement to make." She looked at her boyfriend. "Well.. we have a big announcement to make."

"What is it dear?" Your mother asked.

"We're getting married!" Your little sister jumped and smiled. Everyone started clapping.

The initial excitement and congratulations ended, leaving a gently chattering at the table.

Cue your grandmother.

"Y/n dear, what about you?"

Silence.

Everyone looked at you.

Your sister sighed slightly. "Granny, you can't pester her. Give her time, she might get married before 40."

A soft laugh rippled over the table, you stared at your little sister. She smiled innocently, your fist clenched under the table. So what if she was younger and prettier and more successful. You made a move to excuse yourself but Chan grabbed your fist under the table, you relaxed your grip and his fingers slipped between yours and squeezed gently. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked up at your best friend, smiling.

Her Majesty the Queen 01:53 She was obviously out to get you.

Butt Hunter 01:53 I agree

🐶 01:54 Go to the wedding in white.

Baby Chick 01:54 💀

. Me 01:54 I'm NOT going to my sister's wedding in white!

Beanie boy 01:54 He's giving real solutions here.

Squirrel 01:55 Just don't go?

Bread. 01:55 All you do is avoid conflict.

Squirrel 01:55 NO I DONT

Noodle Spirit Survivor. 01:56 shut up. it's 2 in the fucking morning.

. Me 01:56 Sorry Chan, we'll shut up now.

Beanie boy 01:56 Erm actually it's 1:56 AM

🐶 01:56 It's called silent old man.

Bread. 01:56 LMFAO

Baby Chick 01:56 LOL

Butt Hunter 01:56 I don't think his phone box has a silent button.

Squirrel 01:57 😭

Her Majesty the Queen 01:57 💀

You put your phone down and picked up the invitation to your sister's wedding, 4 months... all you had was 4 months to get someone to go to the wedding with. You sighed, going to the app store and downloaded for the nth time, tinder. Cringing.

You had four months to at least meet some expectations, get a nice guy for maybe a month or two, ask him to be your plus one to your sister's wedding then what? You shrugged to yourself and shoved your phone under your pillow before going to sleep.

Chan realized he was screwed, he watched you get ready for another date.

"Honestly." You sighed sitting down to put on your makeup. "I might just go with a random guy. Or maybe I could take Hyunjin or Jisung."

He pursed his lips. Was he even an option for you? What made this guy from tinder so important you had to doll yourself up to go see him. Chan bit his lip, you were his best friend, he could fix the problem, he could be your plus one, he could ask. but he didn't. He was too scared to.

He remembered his conversation with Changbin and Minho a few days earlier. Maybe he was being too much of a pussy. He'd known you for ages, he knew how you liked your coffee and the music that calmed you down, he knew what part in silly romance movies made you cry, he knew when you were uncomfortable and when you were too angry to speak.

"If you keep beating around the bush with how you feel you might never get a chance."

Changbin's words rang in his ears and he bit his lip.

"Y/n what if-" He started.

The doorbell rang as you finished applying your lip stick. "Oh, I gotta go Channie." You stood and hugged him. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck." Chan gave you a small smile and the moment you were out the door he was cursing himself for not stopping you. "Damnit."

Chan wished he hadn't wished you luck. You and Seokmin, your date, apparently hit it off. For the next two and a half weeks Chan felt like a third wheel in his own friendship with you, if you weren't on the phone with Seokmin, you were texting him, and if you weren't texting him, you were talking about him.

It really came to a head when Hyunjin invited the entirety of the group chat to go out for karaoke and you were busy with Seokmin the day off.

It hand't really been his intention to show up at your place angry, just the thought of you not just ghosting him but the whole friend group. He knocked a few times. no response.

Chan knocked again. he still got no response. Sure the key in the dirt of the potted plant hanging under the sign of your apartment number was for emergencies only, but this was an emergency. (to him anyway.)

Chan opened the door and entered your apartment, expecting to hear lewd sounds or... what else was he really expecting. But as he approached your door his heart ached. It wasn't a sound he heard often from you but it was one he could recognize any day. Chan pushed the door open slowly. You sat on your bed, hugging a pillow, eyes red and puffy, tears streaking your face, you didn't notice him until he closed the door gently behind himself.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

You quickly wiped your tears. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Chan sighed. "Come here." He sat on the bed and opened his arms.

You leaned into him muttering, "Seokmin is a dumass."

"What happened?" Chan asked, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"He blocked me." You sniffed. "Out of the fucking blue."

Chan hummed softly. "His loss."

You looked up at your friend, "You're so dum."

"Nuh uh, I think I'm pretty smart princess." Chan smiled gently.

"I don't think so." You laughed softly.

He looked down at you. "'M smart enough to stay your friend."

You nod slightly, "I stayed attached to you at the hip is more like it."

"Didn't have a problem with it."

"Chan." You rubbed your friend's arm.

"Hm?"

"Go with me."

"Where?" he asked dumbly.

You sat up and flicked his forehead. "You know where."

"I don't get anything out of it." He rubbed his forehead.

"I'll uh..."

"Worry about it later." He huffed and stood, smoothing your hair. "Should we get (comfort food)?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask." You punched him softly and led the way out of your room.

The day of the wedding you were wearing a long pastel blue dress, and Chan a matching suit, it wasn't the first time you'd matched with your best friend, but this felt more special. Your grandmother and parents gave you side ways glances during the wedding procession, and once the reception had started so did your grandma's vulture like flocking.

"Y/N i really thought you would've come with someone other than Chan, maybe your sister was right you just need time." the old woman sighed.

You sucked in a breathe but Chan grabbed your hand under the table, his words making you freeze, "Is there a problem with me attending as her boyfriend?"

You turned to Chan and he squeezed your hand as if urging you to play along.

Your grandmother looked at you stunned. "What? Since when?"

"The dinner really opened my eyes, maybe guys don't approacher because I'm around, I do look like her boyfriend don't I?" He glanced at you, "Why not give it a shot?"

Your family must have heard your grandmother's cry because your mother and father came over a few moments later and you watched as Chan worked his charm, a mask on his face the entirety of the time.

Your sister looked between you and Chan, blinking quite a bit. As your parents congratulated you on not being single for the first time, you felt like you out did your sister, you looked at Chan, he smiled gently at you and your heart jumped.

After a lot of drinks and cake you decided it was time to head home.(Chan had to drag you out.)

The ride back to your apartment was quiet, you were too buzzed to speak and Chan was focused on driving.

Chan smiled softly, glancing at you. "Wasn't so bad was it?"

You took a moment before you spoke. "Did you mean what you said?"

Chan's brows furrowed, "About what?"

"Did you actually think of me like that after the dinner?" You looked at him.

Chan sucked a breath, squeezing the wheel. "Would you believe me if I said yes."

"I don't have a reason not to."

Chan pulled off the highway onto the smaller road that lead through the city and to your apartment.

"Well?" You asked.

Chan bit his lip and nodded. "I meant what I said."

You remained quiet until he pulled into your apartment complex. And even after he got you into your apartment. You stood there, looking at... Chan. Chan who knew you better than you knew yourself, Chan who always calmed you down, Chan who got angry for you, Chan who bought you food when you were sad and held you until you grew tired of it(you never did you never could), Chan your...

"You meant it?" You were completely sober now, picking up the conversation as if you hadn't been silent for the past half hour.

Chan nodded.

"Is that all there is to it?"

"No." he breathed, stepping closer to you.

"Tell me. What else?" You asked quietly.

"How do I even begin?" He laughed slightly. "I'm sorry-"

"Why are you apologizing?" You looked at him confused.

"For not telling you how I felt from the get go." he smiled, "If there's anything that makes me sleep at night it's you, if there's any place I feel safe it's with you. You make me more happy than I can describe with words alone, there isn't another person I'd be with in any life." He reached and caressed your cheek. "I wanted to fight myself when I let you go out with Seokmin. I want you, I need you, I..." He paused, scanning your face for a signal, any sign to keep going.

"You're going to shut up now when you're at the climax of your speech?" You laughed slightly.

He smiled and rolled his eyes, "I love you. I always have."

"You're really an idiot." You kissed him gently.

Chan blinked in shock. "I-"

You smiled, proud of yourself. "Now-"

Chan grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours again, you stared for a moment before relaxing into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. His tongue fighting yours before he pushed into your mouth to taste you, biting your lip gently.

"Wanted to do that for so long." He breathed against your lips, pulling away slowly.

You grabbed his collar. "If you don't finish what you started I will."

Chan's eyes widened and a smirk grew on his face. He kissed you again and his hand moved to the back of your dress. "May I, princess?"

"You may." You giggled as he removed the dress and your made quick work of his buttons before he shrugged off the jacket and shirt, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

You squeaked as he threw you onto the bed and got on top you. "Nervous?" he asked laughing lightly.

"No... Of course not." You said looking away.

He smiled and turned your head to face him kissing you passionately before he moved to suck a dark mark just next to your jaw. "So pretty, just for me."

You gasped softly and nodded. "Just for you Channie." Chan continued his assault on your neck before removing your bra and smiling at your chest, he kissed your lips gently. "This is my favorite part of you," He moved to kiss your chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting gently, relishing in the cry that escaped your lips, "But this is second best."

You blushed, "Stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" Chan chuckled against your right breast, pinching the left.

"You-"

"Huh?" He kissed down your belly and bit hard beside your belly button.

"Ow-" You gasped and grabbed his hair.

"Gotta make sure they know you're taken if you wear a crop top." he murmured and moved lower kissing your thigh and pulling your legs apart. "This is mine hm? I think I waited for it long enough." He kissed your thigh before pulling your pantie off. He tossed it haphazardly over his shoulder. He took amount to admire you and you shifted slightly.

"Channie. You're staring." You muttered.

"That a problem princess?"

"Pervert." You rolled your eyes as Chan tugged you to the edge fo the bed.

He rubbed your clit with his thumb applying just enough pressure to make you moan, he smiled. "That feel good?"

You nodded, panting.

"Use your words." He said rubbing your clit a bit faster.

You moaned and tried to move away but his hand came to hold you down. "No, no."

You blushed, "Meanie."

He smirked kissing your belly before slipping a finger into you. You moan as your wall clenched around his digit, he moved it in and out slowly, thumb still working at your clit.

You gasped and bit your lip as he pushed another finger into you. He paused looking at you.

"What?" You tried to move for friction but he held you down.

"I want to hear you."

You blushed furiously, eyes wide.

Chan laughed lightly and started fingering you again, his middle and ring finger curling to find your g-spot.

You let out a loud cry and Chan smiled, he moved to kiss you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, he started grinding his palm into your clit as his fingers moved deeper. You moaned into the kiss and squealed, legs kicking slightly. Chan slid a third finger into you and you squirmed.

"It's too much!" You whined.

"I think you can take it." He said kissing your neck, "Just a little bit more, princess, wanna feel you cum on my hand."

You moaned louder as he pinched your nipple, sucking on the other one. You gasped as he started grinding his tented crotch against your thigh.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he cooed into your ear. "Cum for me, please, princess."

You moaned loudly as you came hard on Chan's hand.

He hummed and lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean before leaning to kiss you. "You taste good babygirl." He stood to remove his pants letting them fall to the floor.

You moaned at the lewdness of the action as Chan moved between your legs, tapping his cock against your clit.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, make you mine." He said, his voice thick with lust.

You bit your lip and nodded. "Please. "

Chan smiled kissing you gently as he pushed into you.

A throaty moan erupted from your throat and Chan groaned. "Sound so pretty," He pulled out slowly and pushed in deeply, you cried out at the slight burn. "I'm sorry baby," He kissed your cheeks gently. "Can I move now?"

You nod and before you could ground yourself Chan was pistoning into you, fucking you as if he wouldn't get to again. You held onto him tightly, clawing at his broad shoulders. He moaned and squeezed your hips tightly. "You're so tight princess."

He moaned softly against your neck, kissing and biting, leaving marks that would surely become hickeys by morning, as he rutted into you over and over. You moaned louder, panting into the heated kisses he granted you. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall with the force of it all, the sound of sin slapping against skin filling your bedroom, you were positive the neighbors could hear but it wasn't like you had room to care.

Chan's hand slipped between your bodies and he began rubbing your clit. "C'mon baby. Cum for me again."

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he began thrusting into you harder, hitting your g-spot.

"Cum for me princess." He said through grit teeth.

Another thrust sent you toppling over the edge and you came hard, vision going white as you let out a broken cry. Chan followed quickly, his thick length throbbing inside you as you milked him for everything he had. He kept thrusting his gaze distant and glassy.

You whimpered and trembled as he overstimulated you slightly. After a few more thrusts he finally slowed down and relaxed on top of you.

"Let me take you out on a date..." He muttered against your shoulder.

"I'd like that." You said running your fingers through his curly hair.

What da cringe ending 😭 I really want to thank everyone for 100 followers LOVE YALL <3 requests will reopen soon, I'm still busy with school but I hoped you liked this it took really long to make.

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3terna15unshin3 · 5 months

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A/N: idea came from this ask, so thank u anon🥰🥰 it was so fun to think of how Matty and Este’s relationship was seen from the other side like what fans pick up on, and also establish how much they decide to share with fans vs keep to themselves. this concept is so interesting to me but i had a hard time writing from the pov of a fan hahaha so i just did it this way instead :))

This obvs is based heavily on TBSG lore so none of this makes sense if you haven’t read the main fic - go do that first!! and also check out the Instagram AUs, they add to the pizazz

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“Love, look what I just saw on Twitter. This is hilarious.”

Este points her phone screen towards Matty as they sit in bed on a Sunday morning. He yawns, tired and still half asleep, then blinks his eyes a few times to read what she’s showing him. It’s a tweet from a fan that sits in her mentions from a couple of days ago when a clip from his Zane Lowe interview resurfaced.

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

thinking about the fact that matty mentioned meeting e.manansala when she worked at a bookstore in manc to zane and in this 2018 interview he said his fav spot in the city is Greenhouse Books …….. what are the chances this is the same bookstore bc that would be so😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 https://manchesterwire.co.uk/?s=matty+healy+give-yourself-a-try/arts&culture/article

jaymie SAW UNDO LIVE trmanb1ackk

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Hold on you might be onto something

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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right like okaayyy bookstore worker x customer to lovers notting hill pipeline????? 🤭 huge if true

She watches his eyes scan over the text and a fuzzy smile grow on his face. Matty loves talking about Este when he can—to bring some much deserved attention to her writing—and did so often, but does’t always mention many the details of their relationship. That was until strolling around the Northern Quarter with Zane brought a bit of it out of him.

Este is what brings him back to Manchester the most often, from visiting her family and Cate and Georgia to just needing a bit of a homey feeling from its familiar pubs and nostalgic shops. So, naturally, Matty talked about her in the interview done for the release of Being Funny—explaining how they’d met and how much the city means to them both.

“How they put two and two together is beyond me,” he says, scratching his head. “That Manchester Wire interview was five years ago now, you know. Did you ever read that?”

She chuckles. “Course I did! We had a few fans come in that summer with the sole intention of coming to a place you recommended, actually.”

“Why have you never told me that?” Matty asks, “You’re welcome for the business, by the way.”

“You never even told me about your little shout out, to be fair. I had to find out on my own,” Este teases. “Plus, we weren’t even a thing at that point—we’d met once! Quite creepy, in retrospect.”

“When you put it like that it’s honestly so cringe so please change the subject now.” Matty buries his head in the bunches of sheets that sit in her lap, embarrassed and frankly too sleepy to defend himself.

Este giggles, letting her hands settle into his curls. “Oh c’mon, you weren’t cringe. I’m just pulling your leg. It was sweet,” she reassures him.

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad,” he whines, then rubs his eyes to try and get the sleep out of them. “That’s so crazy that they dug that up, though. I’m not sure if many people know you’ve been around since then.”

“They probably looked at your life in 2019 and figured you were a rockstar with a new girl in every city but in reality you were calling me to get to sleep every night and doing origami in your free time because it reminded you of me.”

Matty’s jaw drops at her blunt comments. “I was about to get mad but I can’t even disagree.” He sits up, raking the hair out of his eyes. “Do people still use the word ‘simp’? Can that be applied to this situation? Was I a simp?”

She throws her head back, mouth wide, as she laughs at how ridiculous his question is.

“Please don’t say ‘simp’, love. You’re 34.” Este squeezes out between her giggles, “But no, people don’t use that word anymore. And yes it can be applied. And also yes, you were. And still are.”

“Proudly am,” he adds.

She leans into his side and he snakes his arm around her waist. They sit there, Matty only in a pair of pyjama pants and her an oversized tee, scrolling through the funny replies to the tweet and how big of a deal some fans were making it.

“You should respond. Tell Megs that she’s right.”

“Seriously?” Este asks, shocked that he’d want her to engage in something so meaningless and speculative.

But alas, he nods casually with a smile. “Yeah. They seem sweet, and just curious. And maybe being such a simp will give me some brownie points,” confirms Matty.

“God, enough of that word!”

Este e.manansala

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Can confirm🤝

liv livmymistake_

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MEGS OH MY GOD

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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UMMMMMMMMMMM

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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omg hi😭😭😭 are being fr i can’t cope

Este e.manansala

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Greenhouse is the bookstore i worked at and is where matty and i met that year:)) and hi💌

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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i think i’m psychic for guessing that🤭🤭🤭🤭

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megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

k now i’m going crazy bc i had no clue him and este had been dating for that long💀 was genuinely convinced it had been 3 years max

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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Literally they didn’t post each other until like 2020

sarah🧸 _102sar

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I think she was at the 2018 Pryzm show too. Not sure but I was at the after party and remember seeing her there lol

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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WHAT…….. this lore being uncovered omg

“Someone recognises you from the Brief Inquiry album release show?!” exclaims Matty in disbelief. “There’s no way.”

They still sit in bed as Este types away, having fun interacting with the small group. He leans his head on her shoulder and watches her as she does it.

“They’ve known you longer than I have, you know. They know their stuff,” she responds.

“Even I don’t remember you being at the Pryzm show.”

Este’s mouth falls open in shock, thoroughly offended. “You prick.”

“I’m joking!” Matty defends through fits of laughter. “C’mon E, I’m joking.”

She knows he is, but enjoys the theatrics of it all; shoving his head off her shoulder and scooting away from his touch in protest.

“That was a special night for me! The first time I saw you play and met the guys! Don’t make fun!” Este pouts, crossing her arms playfully.

“Fine. I take it back, I take it back,” Matty begs, dragging her back over to him and bringing her legs over top of his. He grabs her hand and places a kiss on her palm. “I remember meeting Cate, and introducing you to Louis. And Ross making fun of my gallbladder surgery, and leaving Cate on the dance floor to get drinks, and screaming at each other over the music at the bar. You telling me about the anniversary party. I very much remember!”

“Okay, okay. Enough gushing. I forgive you.”

Matty pecks her palm once more and shuffles her even closer. “Open Twitter back up. This is fun.”

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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This is absolutely shocking bc how did his chronically online ass manage to hide a whole gf that long

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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fr!!! like do we think she was on the abiior tour with them bc i swear jordan absolutely fed us with so much bts content it would be impossible to miss?? someone dig

sarah🧸 _102sar

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If u scroll back on her IG u can see Matty in her comments since then. And they’d repost each other on their stories and stuff🥲 So not that hidden if ur a stalker like me lmao

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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thoroughly upset that i missed so much bf matty content </3

Este e.manansala

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Ignore me stalking u🤭🤭 i was indeed at that Pryzm show lol but we weren’t dating yet. And during abiior tour I saw a few UK shows but otherwise i was just in Manc working/being a bad groupie x

Este e.manansala

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Also matty is sitting beside me now and he is cool with me filling u in (it was his idea) and he says hi. and that u guys are cute

megs ⎕ PL4YINGONMYM1ND

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ohhh yes u are a working woman how could i forget!! bookstore worker/groupie same difference. thank u for responding😭 u are the coolest❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (also hi matty😳)

Jude 🥾🌎 ittsjudesk

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Hi Matty sorry for calling u chronically online x

Este e.manansala

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He forgives you (but it’s true imo)

liv livmymistake_

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este wait i have to know …. since u are a former bookstore girlie turned writer are u the reason matty periodically spam posts a bunch of literature on his instagram stories???? did u convert him to bookstoregirlieism??

Este e.manansala

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I am obsessed with the idea that he was illiterate before meeting me so i’m gonna say yes. thank u for that

Este e.manansala

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Liv it’s me I stole the phone and don’t appreciate this sentiment tbh. You should know I’ve always been a wanker so all the literature spams are just me letting that out and este just enables me. hope that helps x Matty

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fallingstqrss · 1 year

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nameday

summary: when a fight breaks out at aegons nameday aemond makes it his mission to protect you.

tags: aemond targaryen x reader

warnings/context: usual gore, violence. the reader is married to aemond, so implied incest.

a/n: this idea is inspired from when harwin saves rhaenyra.

everything had been going well as the realm celebrated aegons nameday. it had been a festive celebration as the many noble houses came together to celebrate the prince. you had begged aemond to dance with you but he simply refused, so you were left to go with haelena, which wasn't something you minded.

everything was going well as you made your way through the dance. however, towards the end of the song, you heard a woman scream. your head immediately snapped towards the direction of the sound, searching the crowd for who had screamed. you watched as the people around you started to panic and push their way through, trying to find out what was happening. you could feel your heart rate increase as you tried to look over the crowd. you then remembered you friend, haelena.

"haelena!" you called out, searching the crowd for your friend. you spotted her in the same position as you, trying to get away from the masses of people. you began to try and push through the guests to get to her.

you were getting closer to her when you were met with an unfriendly shove from someone in the crowd, sending you to the ground. as you fell your head was knocked into the chair behind you, sending shooting pains through the right side of your head. you cringed as you brought a hand up to inspect the wound. luckily, you weren't bleeding. but you still felt dizzy as you peered around the room, you also stumbled back to the ground when you tried to stand up.

meanwhile, at the front of the hall, with the rest of the royal family, aemond was growing very worried for his wife. he scanned the whole room, searching for your face amongst the crowd, and when he couldn't find it he grew more nervous. he looked over to rhaenyra and alicent, who were questioning where their daughters were.

aemond looked between the other members of the royal family, none of them seemed to be doing anything. aemond grew angry at the lack of action and decided he needed to do something himself. he pushed the chair from behind him, taking long strides as he approaced the crowd. he could hear his mother from behind him, begging him to stay where he was, but he didn't listen. he couldn't listen. not when you were in danger.

as he weaved through people he was careful to duck under pushing arms, and dodge moving people. finally, he found you on the ground near the tables. aemond hurried over to you, letting out a sigh of relief when he took you into his arms.

"aemond?" you questioned, still recovering from your head injury as he carried you back to the front of the room.

"you're alright. i'm here now." he soothed as he moved quickly, eager to get you away from any sign of danger.

once you had been removed from the crowd and safely ushered back to the front of the room, aemond set you down. daemon and rhaenyra had come over to you and aemond quickly, rhaenyra in the lead.

"y/n, are you hurt?" she questioned, speaking quickly as her eyes scanned your body for any damage. you shook your head at her, eyes darting around the room, finding it difficult to keep them focused on her. she brought her hand to cup your cheek, giving you a smile.

"i think it would be best if you two returned to your chambers, while we figure this out." daemon spoke, even though he was speaking to both of you, it was directed at aemond.

aemond said something to daemon that you didn't hear, while your eyes drifted towards the crowds clearing out, leaving behind the body of one of the guests. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his wounds and the pool of blood. as daemon and rhaenyra walked away aemond looked down at you, following your gaze to see what you were staring at. he eyed the body for a moment before trying to pull your attention away from it, wrapping his arm around you waist as he begun to lead you out of the hall.

as you two entered your room aemond led you to the front of the room before returning to shut the doors. as you stared into the fireplace you remembered the details of the incident. the fear you felt, the blood, the dead man's face. as you thought about it you could feel tears well up in your eyes, feeling as one fell down your cheek.

aemond came back over to where you were to help you get ready for bed, as your usual handmaiden was occupied with the aftermath of the accident. he was quick to notice the tears that were now falling down your cheeks at a much faster rate.

"what is it? what's wrong, my love?" he questioned as he came to stand in front of you, cradling your face in his hands. using his thumb to wipe away some of the tears as they fell. you shook your head at him, looking down. you didn't really know why you were crying, it was just as if all of your emotions were coming out at this time.

aemond brought his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. as aemond looked down at you, he took notice of the bruise that was developing on your right temple, where you had hit your head on the chair. he removed one of his hands from your waist, using it to brush the hair away from your head. you pulled away from him as the contact with the wound sent a pain through your head.

"what happened? how were you hurt?" he asked you, clenching his jaw as he awaited your answer. he felt guilty that he had left you alone and that he had not gotten to you sooner.

"i fell, and my head hit the chair." you spoke quietly, voice shaky as you looked up at your husband. aemond leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, careful not to touch the wound further. he pulled away from you before speaking.

"now, lets go to bed. it's been an eventful day." he smiled as he turned away from you, preparing for bed.

once the two of you had climbed into bed aemond pulled you into his arms, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

"next time i supposed i will just have to dance." aemond suggested. you laughed at his suggestion, a smile coming over your face as you raised your head to look up at him, placing a kiss on his lips.

#imagine #aemond targaryen #aemond imagine #aemond x y/n #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x reader #oneshot #angst #aemond oneshot #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon oneshot #house of the dragon aemond

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its-vannah · 1 year

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A Toast to the Bride and Groom | Graham Dunne x Reader

A/N: After all the angst Graham content I've been serving, you guys deserved something sweet.

Warnings: Implied sexual encounter (very, very minor), mentions of drug use, alcohol, alcoholism

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

The sound of a fork tapping against someone's wine glass rang through the room, bringing everyone's attention to Graham.

"Before we get started and the band starts embarrassing me in front of my wife, I'd just like to thank all of you for coming today to celebrate with us," Graham said, smiling down at you as he spoke, "It was always my biggest dream to get married and I'm so happy I got to fulfill that with you."

Raising his glass, he looks around the room, grinning from ear to ear, "To Y/N Dunne."

The room erupted with applause and you couldn't help but lean into Graham's side. He eventually took his seat beside you, setting his class down.

Warren stood up not long after, clinking two classes together to get the attention that was already on him. When you come into a formal event wearing a fur vest, bell-bottoms, and round sunglasses, you brought attention to yourself.

Clearing his throat, Warren sat on the edge of the table, much to your parents dismay, "When I first met Graham, he was stick thin and getting over his first girlfriend who broke up with him at his locker. His dramatic ass acted like he'd never be able to move on. But he did, and when I say he upgraded, I mean it. I've never met a girl who puts a smile on my man's face more than Y/N/N. She really has become like a little sister to me. A wiser, smarter, prettier sister who puts up with my bullshit and Graham's."

Your mother cringes at his use of language, digging her nails into her fists as she throws you "the look." But you didn't pay her any mind.

Warren continued, "She allows us to continue our sword fights in their living room, encourages him to keep pursuing music, and loves him fully."

Looking around the room, clearing nearing being full on drunk, he winked at you and Graham, "I remember the night when she showed him how much she loved him."

To your left, your mother sank into her chair, her head in her hands. The two of you had told her you were waiting until marriage.

"To Y/N/N and peaches!" Warren said, holding up both glasses, pouring them both into his mouth, which ended with him pouring a glass directly down his chest.

Awkward silence and a few claps ensued, with Karen standing up next, waiting for everyone to quiet down.

"I'll keep it short and sweet, as I know half of have been very friendly with your alcohol, myself included," She began, "To go off of Warren, Graham—you're still awkward and you're still growing, but I think you have found the best woman to grow beside. And Y/N, let me know if you ever need any help babysitting these three."

She gestured to Warren, Eddie, and Graham, raising a brow before taking a seat.

Graham looked expectantly over at his brother, who was sat at his own table with Camila, Julia, and the twins. But Billy didn't move or even acknowledge him. His eyes were focused on the bottle of champagne in front of him, untouched.

Eddie went next, staying seated as he spoke, "Graham and I have known each other since we were kids in Pittsburgh. He was right when he said he was always dreaming of settling down. A big softy, really. But watching him meet and fall in love with Y/N made me realize how important it is to find someone who's right for you."

"Graham, man, I think it goes without saying, but we're happy for you. And Y/N, it's nice to see that he's not moping around anymore wondering if you like him back. Take good care of him, Dunne."

A smile grew on your face at his words, especially when he called you "Dunne." It was official, you married into one of the most famous families in America in the 70's.

Once again, Graham eyed Billy, waiting for him to speak. But he didn't even move.

Daisy stood, looking a bit out of place in her short, flashy dress and knee high boots, her ginger hair contrasting her heavy blue eyeshadow. It completely washed her out, as did all the drugs she was doing.

"Y/N was one of my first real friends who I could come to with anything. I trust her whole heartedly. She allows me to be—She lets—I'm the free spirit I am and she lets—She supports me."

Nothing she said was coherent, but she continued, "Graham, such a sweetheart. You two—congrats. You deserve the, you deserve... Congratulations."

Silence fell upon the room as she sat down in her chair. It broke your heart to see her like that, strung up on God knows what.

Graham squeezed your hand and before you knew it, your mother had raised her glass, tapping on it before rising to her feet.

"I remember the day I brought my daughter home from the hospital. She was so small in my arms, fast asleep as I carried her inside. It's hard to believe that she's married now. I feel like you should still be in my arms, asking me to check under your bed for monsters or sing you to sleep," She sighed, "Graham, you're a lovely boy. I never thought, and still don't think, anyone deserves my girl. But out of all the men she could've found, I'm happy it was you."

You knew her words were just for show, but for a moment, you let it all feel real.

She raised a glass, "To my sweet, beautiful, smart baby girl, and Graham."

He let out a small laugh beside you, shaking his head, whispering, "Only Mrs. L/N..."

Your head rested on his shoulder as Camila stood, "Billy's feeling a little under the weather today, so I'm speaking on his behalf, if you don't mind."

Graham felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. His own brother couldn't put his own problems aside for one day? One day that wasn't about him?

Trying to restrain his tears, Graham nodded, forcing s smile on his face.

"Graham, I remember when Billy first introduced me to you. I'd never had a brother growing up, but you gave me the chance of getting firsthand experience. You were kind and funny, and especially good at the guitar then, and you're all those things and more now."

"Being married myself, I can't tell you what an honor it is to see the two of you finally together. There will be highs and lows for the rest of your lives together, but I have no doubt you'll rise above every obstacle that comes your way."

"Graham, Y/N, I'm so incredibly happy for the two of you. Mrs. Dunne, you've got a good one there, take good care of him for us."

For the next sixty five years, that's exactly what you did.

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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Big Girl (Mick Schumacher)

Mick is working on not letting his wife be the 'bad cop parent' on her own and he's doing pretty good (well, for the most part)

Note: english is not my first language. She's back with a big piece (but that will be the only one for awhile, and this is also to celebrate the end of building work in the house! I finally have a fully functioning house!), it was just such a delicous concept and something I feel a lot about so I wanted to write a big piece for it

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated even though I don't have the time that I used to have to dedicate here 🤍 and I'm not taking requests, but I am writing some blurbs when I can (usually at nighttime) so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

"Rora, didn't I tell you to tidy the room before you went to bed?", you said as you couldn't help the way your shoulders slumped when you got to your daughter's room, ready to tuck her in bed when you found out the mess it was, toys and books on the floor, "Papa called me for dinner and we left it like this", she mumbled, seeing you weren't mad at her but upset that she hadn't done like you asked, "C'mon, let's tidy this up so you can have a good night of sleep, okay?", you prompted as you both took care of the situation.

You got home from work, putting your shoes away along with your coat ad you carried your bag to your home office when you heard sweet giggles coming from the living room, walking to the door to see Angie laying on the sofa in her usual spot while a Disney movie played on TV, Aurora in a fit of giggles from the tickles Mick was giving her on her tummy and under her arms, "Papa, it tickles!", she would announce every now and again before he stopped, picking her up so he could hold her on his hip when your presence was noticed, "Mama, you're back!", she yelled a bit too loudly, the headache you had unfortunately brought home even after a coffee and a painkiller not thriving with the noise, "Hello, my loves", you replied, "how was your day?", you asked before you kissed Aurora's forehead and pressed a kiss to your husband's cheek, "it was good, I played with my friends at school and I made a drawing, I'll show you, c'mon!", she urged you as her father let her feet hit the floor, her small hand grabbing yours as she guided you to her room, your husband following you two as well. To your surprise, the room was a little bit tidier than you expected, only a few toys spread around but your expression fell when you saw where she had kept the drawing she had made with paints, the coloured liquid seeping a bit through the paper and getting on the sheets of her bed, "it's beautiful, Aurora. Who are these people?", you asked, doing your best at hiding the discomfort in your head and your annoyance at how the drawing ended up there and not on the table she had for the handcrafts she enjoyed doing, "this is papa, you, because you're a bit shorter than him when you don't have your big shoes, me and Angie! It's our family", she announced and you smiled faintly, the drawing still a beautiful piece given her age and, after taking care of her sheets, you'd be keeping it safe somewhere in the house, "this is so beautiful, Rora", you said as you squeezed her to your side, your daughter higging you close too, "what do you say you and papa go have a bath now?", you said and you could see her reluctance from afar, "but why do I have to do it?", she whined, "Because it's time for you to have bath, my love, that's just how it is", you explained, "fine", she muttered as she got off the bed, her little feet trying to stomp loudly on the floor to show her point, Mick following her before he looked back for you, seeing you strip the duvet from its cover and internally cringing when he realised that, despite thinking about not leaving the drawing there, he had forgotten to day it outloud to his daughter.

After a negation at the dinner table about Aurora eating the vegetables in her plate (that you lost), you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed as you took in the accounts for the day, just wanting to lay in bed in Mick's embrace and fall asleep, wiping your mouth after you brushed your teeth and joining him in the middle of the sheets, "I know you're upset with something", he said, "And it's not the headache I know you have probably since before you got home", he hinted, making you realise you failed at hiding it, "it's just", you began as you faced him as he had his back against the headboard, "I feel like I'm the one who's the bad cop for Aurora, I'm the one telling her to eat the food on her plate, I'm the one telling her to clean up, it's like I'm pointing flaws to her that she doesn't have, my babygirl, but we can't let her keep going like this", you expressed your feelings, prompting your husband to grab your hands and lace your fingers in his, "I can do it too, although it's going to take me sometime, but I don't want it to go all on your shoulders", he said truthfully, "if we're both the ones telling her, she will come to it eventually", you reasoned as Mick nodded, "Also, why would you leave a drawing that is not dry yet on the sheets? I managed to take some of the stain off but I'm not sure I can do the rest", you chuckled, hugging his waist as you layed your head in his chest, "I can go to the laundry room when I get home after my meeting tomorrow and see what I can do about it", he said as he wrapped his arms around you, "you bet you are going to do something about it, handsome".

Mick was trying, you had to give him that. Everytime you said something to Aurora that she didn't feel particularly drawn to do at the moment she looked at her father for some way to avoid it, but ended up only receiving encouraging words for her to do it on her own, Mick and yourself leaving the room while he admitted it had been hard the last couple of days, "I know it's not that, but I can't help but feel like I'm leaving her on her own to do things", he admitted as you hugged his waist, "you're allowing her to be autonomous, to be independent and also to learn that she can't always have her way", you said as you kissed his clothed chest, "and you're doing very well, I'm very proud of you for doing it, I know how much it bothers you", you said as you stroked his cheek with your thumb.

You had finished setting the food in the table, calling for your husband and daughter (and Angie would inevitably join you since food was mentioned) so they could get to the table, "Oh, my favourite! Thanks, mama!", Aurora said as you opened the pot to take some food to your plate, Mick kissing the top of your head in a silent thank you before everyone got the food on their plates, Aurora grabbing the serving spoon to the vegetables and putting some on her plate much to yours and Mick's surprise, choosing not to mention it as you saw her eat all the food in her plate without a complaint. While you and Mick tidied up the kitchen you saw Aurora and Angie head upstairs, not hearing any noise that concerned you as you assumed they were just playing around before bedtime, "you can go upstairs and do the night routine with her, I know you two like it that way and I'll finish here", you said as you threw a towell to his hands so he could dry them. You did not expect your husband to be back so soon, hearing his footsteps when you put the broom back in its place, "so soon? Is Rora okay?", you asked, a million and one scenarios coming into your mind as to why he would be down here at that moment, "She said that she only wanted a goodnight kiss from me and from you, and that she would fall asleep on her own like a big girl", Mick said with an unreadable expression on his face, "did she now?", you said, proud of your little girl as you both headed upstairs to do so, checking with her if she wanted it that way and earning her confirmation, kissing her forehead goodnight before tucking her in and petting Angie's head.

Mick sat in the sofa looking at the blank TV screen, "you know you have to put it on for it to show something, right? Technology hasn't gone that far for you to be able to control it like that", you teased, the comment flying by him, "Aurora just told me she is a big girl now", he let out, making you join the dots of what was worrying him, "and this is all your fault by the way", he pointed, "there are no babies in this family now, no one needs me, not even for bedtime cuddles", he exasperated with a pout, and you could only laugh, "our babygirl has grown up, but she'll always be our babygirl, my love", you sat on his lap as you cupped his face with your hands, "and I've been thinking about a sibling for Aurora, I think she's ready, and we're in a good place", you forwarded what had been on your mind, "I've been thinking about it too, especially since you made me lose my bedtime cuddles' buddy", he teased you, the smirk that had caught your eye from the first time you saw making an appearance, "Is she now? Well, let's see how you do with nobody to cuddle you today then", you said as you tried to leave him, your husband managing to turn you both around so your back hit the soft sofa cushions, "No chance, schatz", he said wirh a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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cookiesupplier · 19 days

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-Seven

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.

To read from the beginning, check out the Masterlist Here!

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Chris had ended up having to leave his friend a message on his machine as he was out that morning, he hated doing that as it felt so impersonal, and never wanted to give details on those things. But, it was over really, he knew that he couldn’t always be in the office. The soulmate tattoo science division was a very difficult line of research to keep funded. Most of the people in the field he’d managed to make contact with, even if just marginally over the last few years, all said the same thing. They usually either were extremely lucky with multiple grants, had side jobs, alternate research, or their research into the soul connection was the alternate study. There were some on the outside that sat the soulmate research as a hobby, but he knew they were all so very passionate about it. Sadly, none of them could dedicate all of their time to it, as it just didn’t pay the bills.

That was something Chris could understand completely. He remembered the early years in the band, working what was essentially a day job just to make ends meet. Needing it to make sure he could pay rent, buy food, have the funds for equipment, getting to and from gigs, basically everything the band could possibly need. So yes, he knew what it was like to have a passion project that was worth an absolute pittance. Unfortunately for most of the scientists he’d talked to over the years, their projects in the soulmate research, wasn’t likely to suddenly boom anything nearly as massive as the band. Not with the known track record so far. Besides, he was reminded science wasn’t just about making money though, it was about the discovery and search of knowledge.

He was in need of some of that knowledge right now, and not just him, but also Ricky, and Talia. Living like this, was driving all of them a little nuts, he could tell they were all on edge. Poor Talia, that panic attack she’d had, she had spiralled so bad just at the thought of having to face those doctors again that had treated her so badly. If Chris had his way, he’d shut that whole place down, who the hell treated people that way. What harm, what proof, had her family presented, that could have suggested that any of that was remotely necessary, even then, the doctors should have evaluated her themselves. He couldn’t personally understand how Talia could have met the criteria.

Just the same, once Chris had made the call, now it was just the waiting game, and checking the message board, cringing at the different takes of what others had of the illnesses that could be wrong with him. Oh yes, the imaginations of these people, they were coming up with everything under the sun that could be wrong with him, and somehow every single person, assumed he was dying. He supposed that happened when you were brought to that particular area of the message boards, it involved death to start with, so assuming death was involved, could be taken to heart. Chris would like to think he wasn’t dying though, he didn’t feel sick, no matter how much of a panic this was whirling around in him right now though, let's not think about that.

It was about lunchtime that he was finally able to hear back from his friend, right when he was in the middle of making himself something to eat no less, isn’t that how it always goes? When you have been absolutely dying for someone to call you back about a vital topic, you wait around forever expecting their call, but it doesn’t come. When you finally give up and get up to do something else, boom, you are right in the middle of what you are doing, and they call. So he was in the middle of making himself a sandwich when his phone started ringing, and he had to drop everything, he wasn’t going to risk missing this call, not this of all things.

“Micah, hey, man, how are you going? How’s the wife? The kids?”

While Chris had never met Micah in person, they had had some very long and in-depth philosophical conversations about the soulmate bonds between people. Even about the bond stemming between Micah and his wife and how their relationship had been affected by it. Micah had met his wife long before they knew they were soulmates, much like Talia’s friends Kyle and Jordan. Chris had enjoyed hearing about such a bond evolving differently somewhere else to, how the tattoos were different and worked differently for everywhere. It was amazing how that happened.

“They are doing well, and you, Chris, how is your work going?”

Chris never spoke openly about his work on the phone, not this number anyway, this was the office number. While there were other scientists that Chris knew on a strictly surface level, Micah he’d actually gotten to know a little more personally because the man had understood to some degree what Chris went through. He had switched to soulmate research when his brother had lost his soulmate while he was still a teenager, and the toll it had taken on him had been immense. Chris felt for those that lost so much hope at such a young age.

“It’s going well, on some downtime, which is even better. Though I’ve actually had some curious thoughts lately, one of my friends has been talking to me a lot about soulmate tattoos. I mean, we were talking about the different crazy theories and hypothetical situations out there.”

Chris knew it was a little unfair that he was telling his friend a bit of a white lie, but this wasn’t just about him, this was about Ricky and Talia too. He wasn’t going to put them in a position when they had to deal with a bunch of doctors if they didn’t want to. Ricky had said straight out yesterday, no tests, and Chris did not blame him, especially with how they were all connected, if just one of them got poked and prodded, who knows if they’d all feel it.

As expected, Chris heard a rustling of papers on the desk of the other end of the phone followed by a low chuckle, assuming that Micah was getting himself comfortable for this conversation now.

“Alright, Chris, you’ve got my attention, hit me with them.”

Bingo, he knew how to get Micah, he always liked to hear the latest theories that came about. Hearing them from people was always more interesting than trolling the message boards as Micah told him after all.

“Okay, now, I know that some of these just really got my head spinning, like there is apparently one that is about how the tattoos are actually random and work on hypnotic suggestion once they come in proximity to each other. There is another, that was taking about soulmate tattoos can sometimes change colour after a soulmate passes away, and become a whole new tattoo, which is completely ridiculous. Oh hell, then there was another one, oh, oh, get this Micah, oh you’ll get a kick out of this-”

Chris had a couple more insane ideas in his head to throw at him if need be, including tid bits of the way the soulmate bond that was affecting Talia and Ricky. The idea had been, was to see if he could see if that sparked more from Micah as he went. The fact that he seemed to be stopping his jumbled rant already, it would seem he wouldn’t need that after all.

“Wait a second, what was that theory?”

Chris paused, as if thinking,

“The hypnotic suggestion? Don’t tell me someone is actually researching that, are you kidding-”

“No Chris- I-”

“Because I swear if my friend finds out that he could eventually hypnotise his girlfriend-”

“Chris, that’s not what I-”

Chris was just barrelling forward, he knew this was probably a bit much, but his nerves about the entire ordeal during the night had gone into overdrive. Remembering how it had felt holding Talia as she cried, had him convinced that he needed to protect her from any doctor involved. Even his friend. Ricky and him, they were connected yes, and sure, he didn’t want either of them hurt either, but seeing her curled up against Ricky’s chest sobbing, and the thought of her broken like that again? Never. This was why he was driving Micah around in circles, and maybe one day he’d tell him, maybe one day he’d forgive him.

“Chris!”

“Shit! Sorry, Crap, Micah, you scared me.. What..”

“I wasn’t meaning about the hypnotic suggestion theory. What, what was the other theory you, you and your, friend, were, talking about?”

Here we go, time for the other foot to drop.

“Oh, um, was it, the uh, colour-blind tattoo soulmate theory one? About being the reason they are all only black or white?”

Chris didn’t know if he was frustrating Micah now, but he seemed to just let out a decent puff of air for a long moment then, taking in a slow breath.

“You mean the one about the tattoo changing, after the soulmate died? Like.. something anyway, sounds really stupid, right?”

Snorting derisively into the phone, as if he would have thought this entire thing was utterly ridiculous, and honestly, if it were happening to anyone else, he would.

The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening.

When Micah started talking again, something in his voice had changed, even if it was just from him adjusting his posture at his desk, Chris didn’t know, but something had changed, and instantly it made the man wary.

“So your friend, was this his theory Chris, or yours?”

“We were just shooting the breeze and talking about random things we heard about in passing, they weren’t either of our own theories, Micah, why, what does it matter, why so serious all of a sudden man?”

It was making him very worried about the fact that Micah was getting so serious about this, especially since Ricky had said the remark about testing. Thinking about it now, sent a chill down his spine. What the hell was happening, Micah had never gotten like this before, never, he’d always been so easy going, even when their discussions had become extremely intense.

“No, no, Chris, not serious, or anything like that, I just, I’m curious. How the subject of tattoos changing like that came up exactly. Is this, something that, either of you have heard about from someone in person, or, just a random joke about in the moment.”

He was fishing, Chris knew he was fishing, and it was making him nervous. He pushed himself to laughed slightly.

“Why, is there something to worry about Micah? Don’t tell me, tattoos are changing left right and centre and the government is keeping it covered up, big conspiracy they don’t want anyone to know about?”

That Chris threw out there with a real-ass loud laugh, the thought that random tattoos could be changing and no one in the world would be talking about it would be laughable to him. The things he’d heard all over the message boards about the soulmate tattoos there was no way another person tattoo could have changed, and he wouldn’t have heard about it, no, no way. Surely not… right?

“Chris…”

“Yea?”

Trying to sound as nonchalant as humanly possible considering how completely unhinged he was feeling with the turn this conversation had taken.

“Has your tattoo changed?”

Micah knew his soulmate was dead, and Chris was kicking himself now for including that in the first place, about the tattoo changing after a soulmate passing away. Shit, maybe he wouldn’t be asking about Chris’ tattoo specifically if he hadn’t. What the fuck was he supposed to say, he had to say something, the longer he said nothing, Micah would know he was stalling.. The fact he’d paused, even for a second, he was going to know something was amiss.

Scoffing slightly after that second,

“No, stuff, the same, as always, still.. White.. Still… dead.”

Swallowing, yep, his soulmate was still very much dead, everything was exactly the way it was the last time they spoke, Micah.

As much as he’d called for answers, the cryptic way Micah was being, Chris wasn’t sure he wanted answers from him any more, something was amiss and he was nervous.

Silence met him again from the other end of the line, and just when Chris went to say something himself, Micah spoke abruptly.

“Chris, whatever you do, don’t call this number again, I’ll be in touch.”

And the line went dead.

What the hell was happening?!?

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accirax · 16 days

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initial thoughts on DCAS episode 7

very notable that this was within the context of being about "love" specifically. (at least) one-sided trevek canon? (i'm not even a huge trevek shipper i just think this whole plotline is funny)

okay, so Yul's foot injury IS real. or at least, he's using it as an excuse to complain. still, the fact that it was brought up again an episode later makes me think that it's going to have SOME relevance to the plot.

any time that Yul has to parrot something in Emily's "you go girlfriend ;D" manner of speaking i cackle. he didn't choose the home decor saying any time is wine time lifestyle, the home decor saying any time is wine time lifestyle chose him.

Grett i am... genuinely confused. how can you possibly think that Yul is actually in love with you? did you really receive THAT little love in your home life? you have no ability to distinguish catty and fake praise for your accomplishments from real ones because your family gave you THAT little recognition? man. now i made myself sad :( ily Grett

okay, confirming that 1) it was Tom's trap, 2) they are willing to eat squirrels, 3) Tom is serving as the provider for the Cyan tribe. all things to take into account for any upcoming Cyan eliminations.

why

and how does said boyfriend feel about you kissing another man on television, Tom? this is a stupid lie.

again, why? it's probably already apparent from my earlier comments, but i changed my mind; i'm fully with Jake in this argument now. sure, Jake is really insecure and overly emotional, but what the HELL is Tom doing? making up a boyfriend is a really shitty thing to do, whether Tom had a legit reason for not calling Jake these past two years or if he didn't contact Jake due to his own mixed feelings/indifference. in either case, he should have told Jake the truth. at least when Jake was acting immature in S1, he was 24. Tom is a nearly 30 year old man. ACT LIKE IT.

Fiore slay

this is a really interesting response due to how vague it is, including in the vocal performance. was he taken off guard by his boss being nice to him? does he believe that she's telling the truth? does he feel bad for Trevor, or will he come to believe that he IS way better than Trevor? i'm glad that they're continuing on with the concept of the hosts having a plotline, because imo that was one of the highlights of S2, but they aren't doing it in a way that eats up as much of the screentime as it did in S2.

if Will was out of the picture i would be shipping these two so hard. who am I kidding, i kind of still am anyways.

Ally's other gf is here :,) glad that they got to reconnect (and neither of them were eliminated for it)

Fiore slay

the confirmation that Aiden thinks that the idea of him having any attraction to Tom is laughable and disgusting is HILARIOUS to me. bro really said, "why the hell would i be into YOU when i have JAMES lmao" straight to Tom's face. tbf, James and Tom are like... opposites in terms of personality and appearance (beyond being generally handsome and athletic young men).

"silly me, i keep forgetting that not everyone met their super cool and attractive boyfriend on reality TV. my bad!" (/pos)

(i tried to type "hubby" instead of boyfriend but i spared you all. it was too cringe even as the one subjecting others to the cringe.)

okay this was very fitting for her. iconic.

honestly, Alec and Riya's villainous alliance/friendship is really fun. leave it to Alec to always find himself in the least likely but most entertaining duos. Riya really benefits from being paired with a legitimate strategist, and someone who won't just let her totally get away with stuff.

we had to get in one last Fiore taking unnecessary damage for the road :,(

feeling like Jaiden is going to be winning the starting couples' survival roulette. and Wishley, to the extent they count.

now i'm no physicist, but how did this work? shouldn't the ball be a fast and heavy enough object at this point that it would jump over the log, not ricochet off of it? i suppose if the ball is made of something more like wicker than yarn, it could be a bit more likely to do that. but then why is it going to the side? it hit the log straight on!

... are you not allowed to help him anymore? what?

ellie is going full villain mode fr. if her and gabby's relationship gets messed up, that would definitely be karma. but, i suppose she survives this episode...

this is funny because nobody strikes me as the pizza and soda loving type. Alec, Grett, Yul, and Riya all seem like people who would want to eat something that's both fancier and healthier.

communication W (for both of them)

Fiore is such a best girl that she's not even a salty juror. she's not mad at them for so long that she can't use her final moments to throw a wrench in the works for everyone else. the grind never sleeps, clowns <3

and she even conquered her greatest nemesis, the bus, this time. fly high, queen. i'll miss you.

well, as a Fiore stan, this episode was a bit sad for me. but, i do totally understand why Magenta would both vote for Fiore and lose the challenge. (damn you, Ellie...) Fiore already did super well in both S1 and the original Adventure Camp, so i understand why they wouldn't have her go super far again in this season, especially when everyone knows she's such a threat.

i just hope that we can still get a little more closure for her and Alec than we got already in this season. all it has to be is, like, him being sad at her elimination for reasons other than pure strategy and maybe a nice conversation at the finale. it doesn't have to be Alec finally adopting her... even if i did want that to happen... i'd just prefer to know that they leave things on good terms.

anyways, another really solid episode! i look forward to the next one. thanks for reading!

#disventure camp #dcas #disventure camp spoilers #dcas initial thoughts

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swampgh0stt · 1 year

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I have not written for anything MegaMan related since like 2010′s???? 2008??? sometime around there. But I’ve been getting back into Battle Network lately & wanted to try writing something out, because it’s always got a special place in my heart.

AU where Saito survived infancy, but his HBD left him in a fragile state. Including OC villains (T’aaku & Valery) as a means to an end. It was originally 2 docs titled “Rip to Saito but I’m different” & “Survivor’s Guilt? I don’t even know her” if that gives you insight

Also, if you squint, slight ForteRock bias?

cw: major character death

“I figured it out.”

Valery’s voice broke the silence of the warehouse, echoing in electronic reassurance. Normally, they would fill the space with their ramblings— (“And Great Spirits alive, could they ramble,” thought T’aaku)— but for the past few hours? Complete silence. It had given T’aaku a chance to review his own notes, mulling over the physical layout of SciLabs he had acquired. Stealing tech wasn’t the most honest of work, but it was his trade. He was brilliant on his own, but circumstances were rather unkind, often backing T’aaku into a corner of desperation.

Until he created Valery— which he often deemed was his greatest success. There was hardly a Navi or a program that could keep his dearest at bay. With the exception of the Blue Bomber, who had been such a thorn in Valery’s side that the AI obsessed over her, mercilessly. Now that they broke their silence, T’aaku cringed at the thought of another rant incoming.

“I know how to ruin Hikari’s day.”

Well… That certainly brought T’aaku pause. “You really sat there this whole time, thinking about that?” He huffed, lifting his goggles from his eyes. A yellow eyed glare set on the hologram screen of his PET. “I have better things to do—“

“It’ll get the Blue Bomber off our backs for a while,” Valery added in a purr. That made T’aaku reconsider. Of course it always led back to her, but… She was a genuine threat to their project. “Trust me on this,” Val urged with confidence. “It’ll spare us a lot of trouble.”

There was something uneasy twisting at his gut. He wasn’t sure what to think, but… “Whatever,” he huffed and held up his hands in surrender. “Whatever half-assed plan you came up with, just… do it. Don’t tell me, alright?”

A wicked grin pulled back on Val’s face. “As you wish.”

———-

“Netto…!” Haruka’s voice called from the kitchen, calling her child down. He stumbled along, skipping down the stairs without a care in the world. Why should he? It was his birthday! And his twin’s as well, but… Saito was always the main focus in everything they did together. Netto shoved his hands in the pockets of his vest, slipping into the kitchen with practiced carelessness.

His mother had the brightest smile on her face as soon as she saw him. “You know what day it is.” As if she needed to remind him. “Your father’s coming home in a few hours,” and that was the best news Netto heard all day! “We have plans with your brother.”

There it was. His eyes rolled as a pout set on his face. It wasn’t his fault he was stuck in the house all the time, so did he have to steal the attention for himself every single time they did anything as a family? “Maybe I already had plans,” he grumbled. Haruka knew her son had a feisty streak in him sometimes, especially when it came to the subject of his twin. But he wouldn’t dare miss a chance to spend time with his father, no matter how angry he was.

“Here--” A slice of cake was handed over on a plate. “Can you bring that to your brother? There’s a slice waiting for you already.” Because she knew, immediately, that he would ask where his was. “You’re fourteen today!”

Netto took the plate with a sigh, turning on his heels to head back upstairs. When he reached the door to his brother’s room, he paused-- hearing her voice on the other side. His heart clenched, hearing him sound so happy. (“All these birthday wishes for me, Rock? Guys-- You’re too nice to me.”) He knew immediately that Saito was talking to other Navis. They were his only friends, and Netto just wished he could make the same contacts he had.

Maybe if he stopped getting so upset everytime he tried to include him--

He huffed, opening the door and plastered his best smile on his face. “Sai!” His voice rung out as he held up the slice of cake. “Mom wanted me to bring this to you.” He didn’t want his twin getting the wrong idea. The rest of the world might give him special treatment, but he refused to-- in his mind. Netto handed off the plate, grimacing as he stole a glance at Saito’s PET.

Rock--

Such a source of envy from Netto. Saito always excelled with his Navi, getting opportunities he never could before. And while he was saddled with the Navi he refused to customize, he always felt his gut twist whenever he saw Rockman. Now, he could see other Navis on screen as well. Blues was always hard to miss-- (how did he befriend that stick in the mud!?)-- and Roll, too. Netto stepped back with a roll of his shoulders, shoving his hands in his pockets again.

“Are you going somewhere?” Saito sounded hopeful when he asked, his green eyes locked on his twin brother. He knew how he felt, the resentment he held towards him… More than anything, he just wanted to ease those ill feelings. He wanted an actual relationship with his brother, if only he would give him the chance. “We can share the cake!” He gave him his own bright smile through the oxygen mask on his face.

Netto just shook his head. “I’ve got my own, downstairs.” Away from you. “I’ll see you later, alright? Dad’s coming, so… I’ll be back then.”

Saito’s smile immediately fell. This was typical, he knew it… But sometimes it really bothered him. “Oh… Alright.” It was a struggle to not sound so heartbroken, and an even bigger struggle to not look it when Netto turned and took his leave of the room. His shoulders slumped, attention returning to his PET screen. “He’ll be back later.”

Rockman folded his arms and huffed. “He always says that.”

-----

Netto’s slice of cake was forgotten on the table as he took off, no doubt in search for his friends as he left his mother and sister behind. All he needed was a time estimate for when his father was coming home.

Haruka busied herself with decorations around the house while Saito tried to distract himself with all the Birthday messages he received. Rockman read off each enthusiastically, trying to help lift his NetOp’s mood after Netto’s departure. Navis came and went with their message deliveries, some staying longer than others-- but for the most part? He was left with Rock. The day was turning just the same as every other. He had hoped it would be different…

“Anything else, besides messages?” Saito hated having to cut his Navi off mid-sentence, but the drone of similar well-wishes was starting to wear on him. “What time is Dad coming home again..? I can’t remember.” He was in desperate need of a distraction. “Hey, I have an idea. Maybe we can find Forte today?”

Rock hesitated at that suggestion. “Ah… I don’t--” His words were cut off as there was a sudden power surge in the house. Saito’s gaze ripped away from his PET screen, shifting to his bedroom door.

He heard it first, the hum of the ventilator silencing-- then he felt it. Saito’s hand immediately grabbed at his chest as it tightened with the sudden lack of oxygen. “Rock--” His voice squeaked out, his hand shakily reaching for the PET. The ventilator wasn’t the only thing that shut off, it seemed. Luckily, sunlight flooded his room, but the lights flashed through the house like a child flicking the switch excitedly.

He was able to jack his Navi in, but time was not ticking in her favor. Rockman felt his NetOp’s desperation, hurrying to find the source of whatever nasty virus had infested the house all at once. “I’ve got it, Saito!” The little Navi reassured, immediately taking off in search of the ventilator-- and whatever virus had cut it off. He wouldn’t get very far before he was scooped up by a large rack of antlers that tossed him aside with ease.

“!!!” Rock recovered quickly, his green-eyed glare falling upon a familiar sight: The same Navi he had run into so many times before; a known criminal… Valery. “I don’t have time for you right now!” He spat back. From where he was, Rock could see the ventilator’s access point, but Valery had put themself in his way. They were the cause of the sudden surge… The reason why the ventilator remained shut off.

Val shook their head, a vicious laugh slipping out. “Trying to reach something?”

Rock clenched his fists. “Saito..!” He knew he was asking a lot of his NetOp, but… He was desperate. “I need a battle chip--” Any one would do. The quicker Rock chased this menace off, the quicker he could get the ventilator back on.

Saito was too breathless to speak, but did as he was asked. Unfortunately, Valery was more than happy to engage Rock in a fight, drag it out for as long as they could manage. And every second that passed, Rock could hear his NetOp getting worse. Val was intentionally wasting his time, to Saito’s own detriment.

The battle was over as they both heard the sound of Saito vomiting. Val lifted their head just in time to see the operating screen-- see Saito double over the side of the bed and spill his guts on the floor. He found no relief after, with the mask now pulled away. Saliva and vomit was dripping from his lips as he gasped for breath that refused to fill his lungs. He could feel his heart pounding-- in time with his mother’s fists at the bedroom door.

Move, Saito thought to himself. He had to move-- get to the door. It was his only chance. But Valery had already thought it through, keeping the outside world locked just beyond the bedroom door. Saito was trapped within, alone, while his Navi struggled to save his life. Unfortunately, Saito didn’t have the strength to help Rockman.

“Saito!” Rock called to his Operator. “Stay with me, alright!?” He was already moving away from the PET. Val was all too eager to access the camera in the room, watching as Saito fell out of bed and to the floor. He was trying to crawl to the door, but he couldn’t move any further. “Saito…!” Rock called again, panicked at the video footage playing out.

That signature wicked grin spread across Val’s face, watching the pitiful display. Every gasping breath Saito took was another thrill up their spine. Rock realized they looked more like a wild animal than an actual Navi, utterly disgusted at the excitement they had for possibly taking a life. They wouldn’t actually kill him, would they?

“You’re killing him!!” Rockman shouted.

Val turned his excitement on to the smaller navi then. “He won’t die…” But they knew they were lying as soon as the words escaped them. And how could they not find joy in it? The Operator to one of the biggest nuisances they had ever known… now brought to heel by their own whim. Reduced to gasping on the floor in a puddle of his own vomit, Val had put him there himself. Humans really were fragile little things, stupidly chasing after what they considered their own successes while failing to realize the downfalls. “You know the problem with automating everything, Rockman?” Val tilted their head, like a dog listening to a siren. “Monsters like me have all the power.”

Rock took a step back, thinking through his options. He was at a disadvantage with Saito out, so he couldn’t rely on his Operator to win this fight. There was always the chance of reaching out for help, though… He whipped around, turning his back on Valery as he desperately started typing up a message for Netto. Val was more than happy to let him struggle. They knew they had already won.

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“Netto.” The brunette groaned, hearing his navi call for him. “Netto, you have a message from Rockman.”

“Oh great!” He threw his hands up in frustration. It had only taken so much to get his friends gathered for an impromptu birthday outing. Now his twin had come calling? Likely to bitch at him, as per usual. “He can wait.” He had all this curry to get through!

The Alpha-I Navi paused, then continued with some hesitation: “The message says it’s an emergency--”

Netto bared his teeth angrily. “Saito’s not my Mom! Even if he likes to act like it sometimes!” His voice had raised, betraying the frustrations he had tried to hide in front of his friends. Dekao and Meiru exchanged worried glances with each other. They both knew how Netto felt about his twin, and they pitied Saito really! Meiru had been hoping he would put that resentment aside for their birthday, at least.

“Maybe you should answer it.”

The brunette sat back in his seat, sulking. “If he needs help so bad, he can email his NetBattle friends. I’m busy. Besides, I’m sure they’re all tripping over themselves trying to get his attention anyway! What does he need me for?”

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“No answer?”

Saito could hear Valery’s voice from her PET. He felt his heart sink. All that desperation was suddenly sapped from him, replaced with grim acceptance. Stuck on the floor, alone in his room, face-first in his own vomit… That was not how he wanted to die. But he was, while his mother tried to reach him-- held back by the monster that invaded their home’s network. Saito’s breaths were shallow and quick, but it was no use. “Rock--” He didn’t have the strength to do anything else. The least he could do was say his goodbyes, if his body would even allow that.

The Navi tensed, hearing his Operator speak. “Don’t-!” He exclaimed. “Please..” Saito didn’t need to waste time on words.

But his Operator insisted: “It’s okay.”

Rockman knew it then, too. It was too late, wasn’t it? Netto wasn’t coming. Haruka couldn’t get in. Saito was dying, and this other Navi was more than happy to let it happen. He always worried that something like this could happen… but Rockman never thought it actually would. They had always been so careful, always worked with the right groups--

Valery listened in as each gasping breath grew shorter, less frequent. This was it-- the moment they had been waiting for! The sweet sounds of death echoing out from that frail body. “You deserve this,” Val ran their tongue over their teeth. “For every time you ever got in my way--”

Their moment of victory was ripped away in a blinding flash of purple, a massive burst of dark energy that Rock just barely managed to escape from. A dark shadow had joined in the fray, his form smaller than Valery’s-- but just as deadly.

“Forte!” Rock was relieved to say the least. He could even the playing field, keep Valery distracted while Rock rushed to get the ventilator back on. But even that had proven useless, when Saito had already ripped the mask off his face. “Saito!” Rock called to his Operator. “It’s fixed! It’s fixed, get it back on!!”

But there was no answer.

“Saito!” Rock called again, because he couldn’t accept that his Operator was dead. Things were finally starting to look up..! Help had arrived, and Rock could fix everything Val had done to their home. The doors were unlocked, allowing Haruka the chance to rush in and scoop her child up in her arms. But help had arrived too late.

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When Netto heard that his father had come home early, he was quick to cancel the rest of his plans and rush back. His heart was soaring at a chance to see his father again, making him almost reckless as he skated down the sidewalk. It was a pretty slow start to his birthday, he’ll admit, but it could only get better from--

“What..?”

It was hard to miss the flashing lights and emergency response vehicles gathered outside of his house. He skid to an immediate halt, his brown eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. What the hell happened? He spotted a well-meaning paramedic approaching him, and immediately decided that he wanted no part of that. Netto hurried forward again, slipping through the front door but was stopped when he heard his mother’s wailing from upstairs.

Oh no. Upstairs… where his twin lived.

Netto swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, remembering the emergency message he got earlier. He took a step up the stairway and paused, his eyes locked above. His mother’s sobs drowned out every other sound around him. “Saito…” His voice was soft. Something terrible happened to his twin, didn’t it? He took another step forward. Had he answered his message, could this have been avoided? He didn’t even open it to find out just what was going on, assuming he was nagging him for leaving the house.

Why would he do that, he asked himself now. Why would he nag him for leaving on his birthday? Had he really been so jealous about everything that he completely-- ignored Saito, in his time of need? “Mom?” Netto called up, his voice cracking with emotions held back. This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be.

His father appeared in the hallway above, and Netto knew right then- by the solemn look on his face. There was no going back anymore. Netto stared desperately back at his father, silently pleading for reassurance. Yuichiro closed his eyes and shook his head.

That broke Netto’s resolve. Skates were kicked off as he rushed up the stairs and around his father, into his brother’s room. His mother was clinging to his body, but Saito was lifeless where he lay. There was vomit on the floor… His mask had been thrown haphazardly, and the sheets clung to the side of the bed where he had fallen from.

His PET was nearby, and Netto could hear Rock’s voice coming from it: (“It wasn’t Forte!! He was trying to help. He didn’t do this!”) Forte was here? It didn’t matter anymore.

Yuichiro finally came back in the room, kneeling down beside his wife and his dead son. Netto regretted not opening that email now. He had abandoned his twin… and even Forte had been here-- What sort of person was he?

His fists clenched, tears starting to spill down his cheeks.

Happy fucking Birthday indeed.

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“Oh my G-d.”

T’aaku’s hands shook as he read over the headline again. A chill ran up his spine, but his whole body was numb from the shock. “Valery-- you killed him,” he breathed out.

The article had a picture of Saito plastered on it, before going into detail of what was supposed to have been a special day gone horribly wrong. His vision started to blur as his eyes scanned slowly over each word, tears obstructing his ability to read through. “You actually-- you actually killed a child,” he sobbed. Had he known that was the plan his Navi came up with, he never would have agreed to it. The Blue Bomber was a nuisance, sometimes a genuine threat, but his NetOperator didn’t deserve to die for it.

And what’s worse… Valery had said they thought of a good way to ruin Hikari’s day. This was so much more than that.

Without hesitation, the Navi answered: “He deserved it.” T’aaku felt his stomach drop with such carelessness. “Besides-- that indie Navi took the fall. Really, humans are so stupid.”

T’aaku whipped around to face his PET, his teeth bared angrily. “He was a child!” He shouted back, not bothering to hide how truly upset he was. “I never wanted this--”

“You said.”

“I didn’t tell you to kill a sick kid!”

Valery didn’t bother to argue back. Instead, a recording of T’aaku’s voice played out from the screen: “Whatever half-assed plan you came up with, just… do it. Don’t tell me, alright?” Their yellow eyes glared right back, a wicked smile on his face. “I killed her?” They countered with a tilt of their head. “You killed him. You made me…”

“Shut up!”

“I never would have existed without you. I was only acting in our best interests, getting rid of that disgusting internet cop. If you had come with me, we could have made off with his PET and been done with the Blue Bomber all together.”

“You want me to steal from a dying child!?” T’aaku couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What kind of monster did he make?

“Yes.” Valery wouldn’t pretend like they were concerned about grave-robbing, or any trouble that could bring their operator. This was opportunity! The world was now biting at the bit to get their hands on such a famous, now operator-less Navi!

And who were they, to miss out on opportunity?

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The house was a lot quieter without Saito. Netto found that he couldn’t stand it.

He missed his twin’s voice ringing through the halls. He wasn’t particularly loud, but he often left the door to his room open so Haruka could keep an ear out. Netto would give anything to hear him planning NetBattle strats with Rock, or a snarky exchange with Enzan.

No… More than anything? He saw Saito’s face, that bright smile directed at him, just before he left her for the very last time. He didn’t want to speak with his NetBattle companions, Saito wanted his company. He had even offered to share his slice of cake with him, as he always did-- Saito was always trying to include him, to drag him along with him, to have his twin at his side. Netto rejected him at every turn, wanting to stand on his own rather than stand by his twin’s side. And why, why didn’t he just spend more time with him?

Why did he resent him so much, when all he wanted to do was be with him?

Netto stared into him room, stuck at the threshold. It was so dark without him. Their father had taken her PET with him back to SciLabs, leaving Saito’s room in complete silence without his Navi.

It didn’t take long, after news got out, for a dispute about who was to buy Rockman off the family. He was far too valuable to waste away without an operator. Netto felt like crows were fighting over his brother’s corpse every time a new offer came in, begging the Hikari family with false niceties and a very large check.

He didn’t want Rock going to anyone else. If someone was taking him, Netto wanted to be that new Operator. They didn’t deserve to have his brother’s Navi… He didn’t either, but at least he could try to do right by him, after how he had wronged Saito so often.

But that was not his decision to make, it seemed. Rockman was whisked away, and Netto could only wonder why.

He took a step into het room, undisturbed after Haruka had cleaned it. No more vomit on the floor… and the sheets were fixed neatly on the bed. Netto could only see that awful scene he had come home to, with the room in disarray and his brother’s body lifeless in their parents’ arms. Could he have saved him, if he only answered the message? Had he rushed back home then, instead of stuffing his face with curry--

He grit his teeth and shook his head, feeling hot tears start to form again. Why didn’t he answer the damn message!? He could have easily come home and sent his Alpha-I Navi into the fray, maybe even operated Rockman and saved Saito’s life. Would a second Navi have been enough to chase off the attacker?

Was it even actually Forte? Rockman had been insistent that it wasn’t, but the police were certain of their bias against him. He had a history of hating humans, yes… But Netto only ever heard praise and admiration come from Saito, when he spoke about Forte. Was it in his nature to turn on someone, when he sensed weakness? Was he no better than some wild animal that shouldn’t be touched?

But Rockman said--

Netto paused, holding his breath as he listened in. His mother was beside herself in grief, having found something to kill her pain that made her less lucid, but kept her from sobbing the days away. She was not the same, after Saito’s death. None of them were, but his mother was especially destroyed over it. He wondered if she, too, blamed herself? Having been home at the time, unable to reach her son on the other side of the door. Did she hear the whole thing? Was she forced to listen to the bitter end, knowing she was powerless?

He couldn’t stomach the grief he harbored already. Netto wasn’t sure if he could live with himself, if he experienced that too.

After his mother passed without sparing a glance his way, or even to Saito’s room, Netto continued his silent exploration. Without the PET, he needed something to keep with him, something that could keep his twin alive. What he found was his bandana, with Rockman’s navi-mark embroidered in. It had been a gift, though he wasn’t sure from who. Saito received so many gifts for his efforts, and instead of celebrating with him? He often shrugged it off and went on his own.

Another regret.

“I’m sorry,” Netto breathed out as he pulled the bandana over his forehead. “I’m so sorry, Saito.”

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“How are you feeling?”

The first thing Saito heard was his father’s voice. He blinked, coming to and seeing a world vastly different from the one he had always known. His green eyes directed down, spying the blue gloves on his hand. He looked like Rockman…

He was Rockman..!

Saito glanced up in shock. “What happened..!?” His voice was soft. The last thing he remembered was feeling terror and desperation, choking on his own spit as he gasped for breath. He heard Rockman calling for him… Heard Forte’s name in the mix-- then nothing.

“This was the only way I could save you,” his father explained. “I’m sorry. It’s selfish, I know. But I can’t lose you.”

Saito lowered his hands to his sides, his shoulders sagging. He had spent so much of his life staring at a screen… This was newly found freedom without restrictions-- and gifting him the chance to actually spend time with his friends, but..

“I can’t tell anyone about this, can I?” He already knew the answer.

“No, I’m afraid not,” his father sounded as if he regretted it. “Not even Netto. Not yet, at least. Is that alright?”

What was he supposed to say? “Will he be my operator?” He didn’t want to find himself under some stranger’s control.

“Yes…”

It was almost a dream come true, in the most cruel fashion. He would finally get time with his twin brother… But at what cost? “Alright…” Saito resigned himself with a nod. This was the hand he was dealt. It was the only way.

#saito hikari #netto hikari #hub hikari #lan hikari #megaman battle network #megaman nt warrior #rockman exe

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queer-and-dear-books · 2 years

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Title: A Little Bit Country

Author: Brian D. Kennedy

Content Warnings: Homophobia | Racism

Overall Rating: 8.4/10

Personal Opinion: For Luke Barnes, country music ruined his family’s life. For Emmett Maguire, country music is his life. These two boys could not be more opposite but by chance, they both end up working at Wanda World where they meet and slowly fall for each other. Sweet and romantic with a side of celebrity scandal and mystery, this book will enrapture all your senses as you read it. I will admit that I mostly found it romantic from one character’s end though.

Do I Own This Book? Nope.

Spoilers Below For My Likes & Dislikes:

Likes:

- Emmett and Luke have good chemistry together. Mostly, I felt it from Luke’s end. The way Emmett fully supported Luke’s dream of being a chef and made him promise not to give up on it was just so sweet. And calling him an artist on top of that, I felt that.

- I love Aunt Karen. She was so unabashedly there for Emmett no matter what and wholeheartedly supported his dreams to be a singer. I hope she finds happiness of her own regardless of what shape or form that takes.

- Vanessa is also great. She’s such a supportive friend to Luke and I know it must’ve been hard for her to be around someone who could never love her the way she loved him once. But she was still there for him. She got him his new job, she drove him home when he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and she stayed with him even when he came out. I hope she finds happiness too.

- Jessie and Avery are great too! Country music really is overwhelmingly straight and white. So having Jessie (Chinese) and Avery (Black) advocate for themselves as having a place in country music is awe-inspiring to me. I love how much they love it even if it doesn’t love them at times. That shows their passion and dedication to their craft.

- When Emmett sang “Dream Cowboy” instead of Wanda Jean’s other songs, I felt so proud of him for choosing to be himself. He’s still young and he has time to hone his craft. He will make it big in his own time, I’m sure of it.

- Cesar and the other chefs at Grandma’s Cupboard are all wonderful human beings for welcoming Luke so easily into their kitchen and teaching him how to cook. I love when older folks support younger folks with no ulterior motives. And the fact that Luke got a job as a prep cook for another kitchen after quitting Wanda World thanks to Cesar brought a tear to my eye.

- The twist that it was Wanda Jean who gave Verna Rose the locket and wrote those love songs was very well done. I saw it coming a mile away too but I still loved it because I could feel the love between those women. I just knew in my soul they were once in love. And it makes me so sad that Verna gave it up to live a “normal” life. When Wanda Jean released her new song though, coming out, I was just on the brink of tears. Truly, I felt that queer joy.

- The ending is so cute. But my absolute favorite part about it though was Emmett holding a poster of himself to give to Luke. That is adorable and hilarious at the same time. And the fact that Luke wants it signed too is just so cute. Like, I love when people are the biggest fans of their partner’s work. As they should be!

Dislikes:

- Fuck Grady’s cheating ass and Cassidy’s complicity. How dare she look like Carrie Underwood when “Before He Cheats” exists. Mostly I’m just mad that Aunt Karen got hurt. On the other hand, Jessie and Avery got something good out of this so… yeah.

- Fuck Orrin too! Yes, he gave Emmett the opportunity of a lifetime but he also told the kid to pretend to be straight? I mean, I saw it coming so whatever but it still makes me cringe. You’re acting like this in the 2020s? Yikes.

- Mostly fuck Whizzer and Bulldog though. They showed up early enough that they set the tone for the town and it was just gross for me.

- I’m going to be honest, I didn’t feel the chemistry much from Emmett’s end. I felt like he was only in love with Luke because we were being told that. I didn’t really see what Emmett saw in Luke besides his looks. I felt like I was missing substance. Like Emmett never got to try any of Luke’s food! Luke never really talked about himself to Emmett! Plus the cold way Luke treated Emmett in public just left a sour taste in my mouth. How can you be in love with someone like that?

#Booklr #Book Blog #Booksbooksbooks #Book Review #Book Recs #A Little Bit Country #Brian D. Kennedy #LGBTQ #Queer Books #Queer Lit #Queer Representation

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avionvadion · 2 years

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Alsjksksks I just realized I gave Richard (the Team Rocket Dude who “raised” El, (cough tried to groom her into villainy cough)) the same goatee and golden eyes I gave Jonathan (The dude who adopts El and Adrien after Team Rocket is defeated). Only difference is Rich has silver hair and Jonathan a wine purple. 🤣

I’m gonna have to draw them side by side for comparison now. The goatee of evil!!!! Versus the goatee of good… and Jonathan is #best dad, right up there with Joseph Stone.

Is about to have a newborn son, but discovers this random girl and her two friends about to take down a criminal organization, and near immediately the dad instincts kick in- especially when he learns El and Adrien don’t have parents/anywhere to go except to the closest orphanage.

Jonathan: “I’m having more babies.”

El: “Oh. Cool. Congrats… I guess.”

Jonathan, slamming the adoption papers down: “It’s you and the little one, sign here please.”

Matilda, feeding baby Lance before heading to work: “Jonathon, sweetie, what do you have there?”

Jonathan, carrying El and Adrien in his arms, the two decked out in new clothes and eating fast food as he brings them home. “…A smoothie?”

Matilda: “…”

Jonathan: “Okay so we have two more kids now, sorry not sorry. I love youuuuuu~”

Matilda, sighing: “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Alsjsksk jk jk, Matilda already knows about the kiddos. Jonathon talks to her about adopting them a short while before Lance is born, and they renovate the house before actually adopting them so there’s room for El and Adrien.

Matilda loves them. She’s super doting and is super happy to have a bigger family- especially since baby Lance was so hard to come by, so him having siblings makes her ecstatic. She works with Professor Birch in Littleroot, though the family lives in Petalburg, and their house is actually also connected to the Pokemon Daycare Jonathan runs.

Jonathan is a lot like Brock, in that he basically lives to take care of others. Melts when Adrien calls him dad the first time and actually cries when, after years of El just referring to him as Jonathan, she finally refers to him as her “Father” because holy frick she’s his baby girl but she has a hard time letting herself get close or trust others, and sometimes he feels like he’s failing her as a parent, but when she actually initiates a hug or introduces him to someone as her father he just kinda dies inside because yes he is her dad and she is his daughter and he’s proud of her and thank Arceus he didn’t screw up the “being a good dad to an angsty teen” thing.

El, introducing Steven;

Jonathan: “Wait. Wait oh my gods. Oh my gods. You’re my daughter and you just brought a boy home. MATILDA OUR BABY GIRL BROUGHT A BOY HOME AND IT’S STEVEN STONE WHAT DO I DO, DO I GIVE HIM THE SHOVEL TALK!???”

Matilda: “Wait, STEVEN STONE!??? Ellie brought home Steven Stone!???”

Crashing through the house, tripping over pokemon, hair disheveled and circles under her eyes and paperwork in her hands. Matilda scoots to a stop, hopping on one foot, wide eyed.

Matilda: “BABE IT’S STEVEN STONE.”

Jonathan, panicking: “I KNOW. Am I even allowed to give him the shovel talk!??? I’ve been practicing for months now but I wasn’t expecting “Steven” to be STEVEN STONE.”

Turns to look at Steven, about to cry.

Jonathan: “Please can I give you the shovel talk I’ve been practicing very hard and this is my baby girl.”

Meanwhile El is cringing and regretting her decision of introducing Steven to her parents- despite his insistence on it- and Steven is more amused than alarmed because it’s clear the older couple care very much about El despite her not being their biological daughter.

So he decides to humor Jonathan, who tries very hard to give him the shovel talk- but is a bit too emotional to actually get very stern about it.

#pokemon #pokemon oc #steven stone #steven stone x oc #time lapse: reluctant hero

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writerbeemedina · 2 years

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Her/Their Name

“I know this is what I’ve been waiting for all along, but now that it’s here, I don’t know if I can do this,” Wren said, wringing their hands.

“Yes. You. Can. If you want to reintroduce yourself to the world, ordering coffee is the perfect way to start. If you’re suddenly not sure about ‘Wren’, then that’s fine; the barista is just a stranger who will most likely never see or remember you again.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Wren’s thoughts traveled back to about an hour earlier, before she left with Rooney. Her mother had called out, Alright, ▇▇, you be safe and have fun! Wren cringed inwardly — any harder, and she would have pulled a muscle. No offense to anyone named ▇▇. Actually, ▇▇ was a nice name. Beautiful, even. But it didn’t feel like theirs — not anymore.

“Hey, it’s okay, breathe. Wren.” Wren had told Rooney to use their new name whenever possible, just to feel that sweet rush of euphoria. Wren. That’s me, they thought to themself. Their best friend was the only person Wren told about her new name; her family didn’t know, should Wren suddenly change their mind. But she was certain her name was Wren . . . about 95% sure.

The name Wren simply came to her while searching gender neutral names one day, and it just stuck. ‘Wren’ felt regal and majestic, gentle and fierce all at once. Nothing at all like her given name, which felt far too cutesy and common and childlike . . . at least for them; not for other ▇▇s Wren knew. But best of all, Wren’s name was feminine and gender neutral. It represented exactly the type of person they really felt like. The word for herself, they had discovered, was called ‘demigirl’.

“It’s almost our turn,” Rooney said, noting the last two people in front of the line paying. “Are ya ready for this, Wren?”

A cyclone of butterflies took place in Wren’s stomach. “S-Sure am.”

The people in front of the two friends say their thanks, and move to the opposite side of the cafe to wait for their orders.

“Hi there. What can I get for you today?” the barista asked.

“My friend would like to go first.” Rooney stepped to the side. Wren felt both grateful and disappointed for the gesture.

“Good morning. What can I get for you?”

“Uh . . .” Wren looked down at their phone notes. “A small, hot matcha latte, please.”

“Uh-huh. And what’s the name for that order?”

“Uh . . .” Wren looked to Rooney, who nodded with her thumb raised.

This was it. This was their moment. Wren had practiced this introduction during every toothbrushing, before and after every shower. Now that the opportunity had finally presented itself, Wren felt like an imposter. She felt like the barista could find out their given name somehow, despite having been prepared and brought cash instead of their debit card. The café suddenly grew hot.

Before Wren could have any regrets, she dove for it. “Wren. Wren, please.”

“Okay, Wren. I’ll have that ready for you in just a bit,” the barista said nonchalantly. They made no effort to disprove Wren, showed no doubt that that was their name. Only, for a flickering moment, Wren felt like they doubted themself. Was Wren imagining it, or was she being sincere with herself?

Wren traveled to the opposite side of the counter and waited for her drink before Rooney. When Rooney caught up, she said, “You did it! You did it! Sooo how was it?”

Wren bit their lip.

“Hey, are you okay, Wren?” Rooney asked.

Wren grabbed a fistful of their hair. “I don’t know anymore!” she uttered. “I thought Wren was the right name, but now I’m not so sure! I think it’s still the one, but . . . I don’t know!” Maybe the name ‘Orion’ she had come across last week was the one after all. Or Lee. Or Jamie, Sage, River, Kai, Winter, Jade, Vi, Nova.

Rooney placed a hand on their shoulder. “Hey, it’s fine, it’s fine. A name is a name. It’s a pretty big deal. You want to go by Jade tomorrow, then River the next day, just do it! You want to go by multiple names, I don’t care. You tell me whatever you need and I’ll be here for you. And when you finally do discover your real name, or names . . . I’ll be so proud.”

Rooney leaned in, and Wren — or whoever she was — accepted the embrace gratefully.

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NOTES: I wrote this personal flash fiction in light of my recent self discovery regarding my gender, and how I feel about my given name. It isn’t super easy to share, so please handle this piece of my heart with care. Thank y’all for reading!

#lgbtqia #demigender #demigirl #nonbinary #trans #transgender #genderfluid #gender euphoria #gender dysphoria #trans names #name dysphoria #names #she they #they she #they them #contemporary flash fiction #contemporary short stories

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lmklotusmaidenau · 3 months

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When the Poppy Blooms

🥀Chapter 7

The flame demon stared up at the fire escape with a scowl. He honestly didn’t think he would be back to Y/N’s residence so soon, let alone be allowed to return.

“Oh, hey!” Red Son released a shriek from the sudden happy chirp, tossing his phone that he had been holding towards the trash cans of the alley. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“N…No! I wasn’t scared!” Red Son stammered, regaining his composure before ultimately kicking himself when he realized the friendly greeting had come from Y/N. “W…What I mean is… um… I shouldn’t have been leering…”

Y/N didn’t seem to notice the way the demon was visibly sweating as she beelined towards Red Son’s discarded phone and plucked it from the ground. She wiped the screen off with her apron before holding it out to the flame demon.

“I didn’t know you were waiting, had you texted me?” Y/N asked as Red Son took his phone back from her.

“No… I just got here…” Red Son muttered before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, that’s good! But you are a little bit early, I’m still working with Pigsy for another hour…” Y/N explained, rubbing the back of her neck. “Um… would it be alright if you wait a bit longer? I can buy you noodles, if you want…”

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

“Please? I don’t really know how else to thank you for… well…” Y/N laid a hand on the pendant that Red Son had loaned her, which hung loosely around her neck. The demon stared at his family crest, releasing a sigh.

“If… you insist then.”

Y/N smiled brightly as she took Red Son’s hand, causing his cheeks to slightly heat up as she led him through the back door. The young woman brought the flame demon through the noodle shop’s kitchen before showing him to one of the counter stools. Red Son sat down, noticing the chef of the shop staring at him with a wide-eyed gaze as Y/N proceeded to grab a clean bowl.

“Um… Y/N…?” Pigsy muttered, turning towards the young woman as she placed the bowl on the counter. “Could… uh… we talk over here for a second?”

Red watched Y/N follow the pig to the side, where the demon could slightly hear the chef grumbling to her about the said flame demon.

“Wha-RED SON?!” The demon cringed when he heard the noodle boy’s voice.

Red Son turned just in time to duck since Mk had pulled out his staff and swung it at the demon. He cried out from the sudden attack, falling off the stool and onto the tiled floor. Y/N immediately slid over the counter before the boy could land another blow on Red Son, blocking his path. Mk widened his gaze when she did this.

“Y/N, what are you doing?!” Mk exclaimed, trying to get around her.

“Mk, I love you, but I can’t let you hurt him!” Y/N exclaimed, causing Red Son’s blood to boil at her words.

Is that why she wouldn’t marry him? Because she loved that…that NOODLE BOY?!

“DANG IT, Y/N, I’M HURTING THE GUY WHO KIDNAPPED MY SISTER!” Mk screeched, causing Red Son’s eye to twitch.

Did he just hear that right? Did that excuse of a hero just say sister? WHY WAS HE LEARNING ABOUT THIS NOW?! WHAT WAS THAT DUMB BULL CLONE DOING OUT THERE?!

“Wait… YOU’RE RELATED TO THAT…THAT NOODLE BOY?!” Red Son exclaimed, flames beginning to lick at his hair.

“Wha… How did you not know?!” Y/N exclaimed, turning back to the flame demon with furrowed brows. “Mk was practically screaming about it when you kidnapped me!”

“I’m sorry, but I was a little busy trying to get away from Sun Wukong!” Red Son exclaimed as the entrance chime rang.

“Am I being called?” Everyone turned towards the sage as he casually walked up to the counter before taking a seat on one of the stools. When Wukong noticed Red Son still lying on the tile flooring, he gave the flame demon a rather annoyed glance while propping his elbow on the counter. “Um… whatcha doing here, Red? Forget a little piece of advice I gave ya in the desert?”

“CAN YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF?!” Y/N snarled, pushing Mk to sit down on the stool beside the Monkey King. “I do not give two shits what you might’ve said to him, but Red Son has done a better job protecting me than you have, Monkey King!”

Y/N held the pendant around her neck for the sage and boy to see, only causing Wukong to sputter in his seat.

“HEY! He stole my idea!”

The young woman huffed as she turned around from her brother and his master, looking down towards Red Son and holding out a hand for him. She helped the flame demon back on his feet before making him sit in the stool beside Mk. Y/N then proceeded back behind the counter, where Red Son noticed the sage puffing his cheeks at the young woman like a child.

“Oh, I’m SO sorry that I was apparently doing a crappy job! But you didn’t exactly seem too thrilled about coming to my island, so-“ Y/N slammed her hands in front of Wukong before he could finish, glaring darkly at the Monkey King as he stared up at the young woman with large eyes.

“Did you seriously think I would go anywhere with you, after what you fucking pulled?” Y/N hissed lowly, causing Wukong to lower his ears.

“Wait, what did he do?” Mk asked, pretty casually in fact considering his sister was still fuming.

“After I got knocked out with Red Son I woke up back in my apartment with this asshole leering over me!” Y/N snarled, fingertips digging into the countertop. “I don’t know how long you were on that island by yourself, but you don’t casually tell them they’re going to get hunted and possibly TORN APART!”

“WHAT?!” Pigsy screamed, dropping the bowl of noodles he had been putting together. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HER THAT?!”

“The Lotus of Innocence can only find a Lotus Maiden when they have lived a quarter of their life, and it landed on her!” Wukong exclaimed. “I was just making sure that all our facts were covered, SHEESH!”

“CAN YOU KNOCK IT OFF?!” Y/N growled, causing the sage to grow silent. She glared at all three of them, scowling. “I am making you all some delicious goddamn noodles, and you are all going to enjoy them and not try to cause property damage here again, GOT IT?”

All three at the counter nodded silently before Y/N swiftly began preparing the three noodle bowls. They waited patiently and perfectly still before the young woman slammed a bowl in front of both Mk and Wukong, causing broth to splash onto the counter. Y/N was more gentler placing down Red Son’s bowl, giving the flame demon a weak smile. Her brows were knitted together as she handed each of them a set of chopsticks.

“Sorry… enjoy the noodles.” Y/N muttered to the demon before turning away.

Red Son simply stared at the young woman, watching as she began to clean up the dishes that were piled in the sink. He still didn’t quite understand Y/N yet, but he hoped his visit along with the new information about who her brother was wouldn’t upset his parents. It was already bad enough that his father wasn’t too pleased about Red Son losing the Lotus Maiden the first day she was found. Of course, the flame demon’s parents also weren’t really encouraging the idea of having the new incarnate join the family line. But Red Son was determined to win them over, even if the new information on Y/N was going to add a small notch into his plans.

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Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments and be sure to keep you smiled bright! :)

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brattybaddiee · 5 months

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To the girl I was...Chapter 1

You know those distant childhood memories: The ones that seem fuzzy and out of reach? Like your brain can't piece together everything but the high points or the low points? You try to reach for more but still can only grasp fragments of what once was. You go back over and over but it's pointless. The memory was faded to begin with because it started normal and nothing stood out for your memory to snag onto in the moment. I wish I could brush the mental locks away for you so you could remember the best days, the normal days, more than you remember the worst ones. I wish the tragedy didn't overwhelm the joy.

the memory tragedy tainted...

Phoebe's eyes were closed. It was a breezy warm summer's day in California. The smell of a trampoline warmed by the sun mixed with the salt of the sea and teased her senses. Her body was comfortably toasty as she laid on the black top of her trampoline in the backyard of her family home. The sun was shining through the branches above her, casting shadows and dancing around in the breeze that brought the sounds of the sea with it.

"Pheebs! Come tell Mom and Dad bye!" Her older sister, Oliva, called out to her from the extended patio. She cracked open an eye at the loud entrusion into her solice. Livvy was everything an older child was expected to be but in the best way possible. She was protective and bossy but she also had a warmth that drew people in, a sparkle that everyone envied. She reminded Phoebe of the sunshine that she was currently enjoying personified. She wasn't ready to leave her little haven but she didn't want to miss saying goodbye to her parents. "I'm coming!"

She tore herself away from her sun spot that she had been enjoying and made her way inside through the massive sliding doors that covered the expansive back of their family room that was also known as the second living room.

Her Dad was waiting as she walked inside and slid the glass door closed behind her. Derek Hawthorne had always been larger than life in both of his daughter's eyes. An ex NFL football player turned professional coach after he retired on a bum knee. His two championship rings were all he had left to show for his time on the San Francisco 49ers. That, and an office full of memorabilia. He filled any room with his six foot something bulky frame and his show stopping smile. To her dismay, the girls in her class giggled over him every time he made an appearance at her school. He still looked young at thirty seven with his dirty blonde hair that was turning salt and peppery on the sides and his striking brown eyes that always reminded her of warm vats of milk chocolate when he laughed.

Those same eyes twinkled when she caught a glimpse of his face for a brief moment before he scooped her up in his arms for his customary bear hug. "I'll miss you kiddo!" She hugged him back just as fiercely, her arms locked around his neck as she squeezed and soaked in the strength and warmth that was her Dad.

These overnight trips to San Francisco were normal now for her parents. Dad went to coach a weekend game and Mom went with him ever since Liv turned eighteen this year. This was her last year before she went away for college. Phoebe pushed the thought of her sister leaving out of her mind and settled back on her feet when he put her down. "You'll only be gone for a few days Dad and then you'll be back to torment me in time for Freshman prom pictures." She cringed playfully and laughed at the thought of her parents bossing her and Livvy around to pose for their first and last prom pictures.

"Oh I definitely won't be missing that. I have a whole speech prepared for your dates before they can take my Livvy Bee and Phebee Bear anywhere on Saturday night." His expression was mischievious as he bent down to plop a kiss on top of her head. She audibly groaned at this like any fifteen-year-old would and rolled her eyes. She may be on the cusp of the first real kiss of her life but she couldn't really hate his protectiveness. All girls complain but secretly love it. "Don't scare them off, okay? It's just prom. We won't do anything you wouldn't do." She lifted her chin up in defiance and crossed her arms. She knew without asking that he had done much worse than she could fathom at her age. He grinned at her response and grabbed her shoulders to tuck her underneath his arm. "That's what scares me little bit. Let's go hurry your Mom along. I think she's having trouble picking out clothes." Phoebe laughed and bounced out from underneath his arm and towards their bedroom.

"I got this one Dad. Go pack the car so she doesn't think you're rushing her." He snorted and grumbled something under his breath about her always thinking he rushed her anyway.

She giggled at that and strode down the long hallway that seperated one half of their expansive house from the other. Venturing into her parents room she found her Mom rifling through last minute outfit options that were strewn about on their massive bed. Bumping a hip against the doorframe, Phoebe just watched her Mom for a moment.

Nicole Hawthorne was everything lovely, soft, and elegant. Sometimes she daydreamed that she was secretly related to someone like Grace Kelly of Monaco with how she carried and conducted herself. It wasn't surprising though. She was an old money darling to a huge fortune that she lost when she chose to marry Dad. It was a long sad story that Phoebe never asked about because she hated seeing her Mom's spirit visibly crumple when she brought up. No human as soft and special as her Mom deserved to rehash pain. Phoebe didn't care anyway. That part of her family never gave a shit to begin with so she returned the sentiment.

Pushing her thoughts from her mind she focused on her Mom again. She was holding up two outfits in front of her body in the mirror with a look of frustration on her face, still clearly undecided about what she was going to wear tonight to their dinner with the players before tomorrow's game. She had picked her other outfits throughout the week with Phoebe and Liv curled up on the floor, pop corn sitting between them as they approved and disapproved her picks together with an abundance of laughter and dramatics.

She walked into the room and stopped behind her Mom in the mirror. Tucking her chin over her shoulder, Phoebe pointed to a tastefully short red dress that matched the team colors perfectly. "This one. Dad will like it and you'll look stunning in it." Her Mom chewed on her lip and nodded in resolution without any protest like she was going to choose that one anyway. "You're right. It's perfect. No more keeping your Dad waiting. I'm just nervous. He's worked hard this year to help them get this far. Losing would crush him." She was right. They all wanted to see the team's hard work pay off but more so for him than them. "Don't worry. They'll win and Dad will be glad to have you there in whatever you wear."

"You're right, P-Bear." Smiling warmly she turned around and made her way over to a garment bag to pack the dress they had decided on. Phoebe looked around at the mess and laughed a little. "Dad's not going to wait for you to clean all of this up. I'll hang everything back up in your closet when you leave." She heard the sound of the zipper as she looked over at her Mom. "Thank you, baby. You know how it is with these last minute wardrome decisions." Phoebe did know exactly how it was. Her and her sister had these same crisis morning's at least once a week before school.

She grabbed her garment bag and slipped on her shoes with Phoebe following behind on the way back to the door where Dad and Liv were waiting. "I'm ready!" Dad immediately clapped his hands together before cupping Liv's face and giving her a similar kiss on the forehead that Phoebe had gotten earlier. "Remember what we talked about. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Order in tonight and enjoy yourself girls!"

He took the bag from Mom to finish loading their blacked out Mercedes Benz while she lingered at the door. "Let's get on the road. We have to get to the airport Nickie." Their Mom grabbed both Liv and Phoebe up in a hug and kissed their cheeks. "You know the drill. No parties. No boys. If you hear anything or see anything that makes you uncomfortable, call the police." They both nodded and hugged her back from opposite sides. "Love you both! I'll call when we land and I'll send pictures when we win!"

They collectively let out a victory whoop, Dad's hand pumping into the air with an excitment that was contagious. Mom joined him in the car and they pulled away from the front door, waving as they drove down the long driveway out to the main road and the girls returned the wave until they pulled out and disappeared.

They shut the door and squealed in excitment. These nights alone were so fun. They always raded Mom's make up stash and gave each other make-overs while they watched the girliest chick-flicks they could find. "You order the delux pizza and I'll collect supplies for the living room blanket fort." Phoebe beamed and bounced on her heels as she pulled out her phone and ordered their favorite pizza, extra large.

Olivia and Phoebe didn't know that night would be the last time they would see their parents alive. They didn't know that after the 49ers won on Saturday, their Mom and Dad would be involved in a head on collision that would kill them both instantly on the way back home from the airport. The girls missed their prom and had to go to the morgue in their dresses to indentify their parents since they were the next of kin.

Nothing prepared them for the appearance of their Mom's parents to claim custody of Phoebe and take her to the Hamptons to live with them. Far far away from California and everything familiar. She had no choice in the matter since they were her only living relatives and Liv couldn't be her gaurdian. Olivia had a choice to go with them or stay. She chose to go with them but it still didn't change the fact that in a few months she was free from the cruel family their Mother used to be apart of and Phoebe would be stuck with them for another three years.

The world didn't stop spinning when Derek and Nicole Hawthorne stopped breathing. She was travelling in two opposite directions. Forward because she had no choice, and backwards because the girl she used to be longed for their family to be complete again. To feel her Dad's warmth and hear her Mom's melodic laughter. Every minute of every day propelled her further away from those memories and closer to a choice. When Liv left for college in the city, Phoebe wrestled with launching herself towards her parents with a knife to her wrists and pills in her lap.

To the girl she was...she wanted to be her again and this was the only way she knew how to as she swallowed a handfull of pills and siced into her wrist. As oblivion claimed her, she saw them again. All was right and sunshine was warming her skin again as she laid on her back in a beautiful hazy memory.

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