#i killed a guy and that’s so cool. i’m responsible for someone’s death and i wish i would die and atone it all by being erased from this

[damn-stark]

Chapter 4 This charming man

Tragedy at the Miller’s Chapter 4

A/N- Not ready for what’s coming

Warning- ANGST, talks of death, swearing, long chapter, fluff :)

Pairing- Joel Miller x daughter!reader, Henry x Fem!reader

Episode- 1x06 (not all of it)

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Family reunions are supposed to be heartwarming, joyful!

Maybe it was for the first 10 minutes, but now it’s awkward, there’s tension, there’d be deafening silence but the area you’re at is filled with the sound of obnoxious chewing. It’s an annoying sound, a usual pet peeve of yours, but right now, fuck it, it’s the first real meal you’ve had in two years.

“There’s more if you need it,” Maria interjects through the urgency of all the chewing.

“Thank you, ma’am,” your dad says when he finishes chewing. “It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper meal.”

You smile up at her with your mouth full of food and nod in agreement. Your uncle Tommy notices and shakes his head in disapproval, but he can’t help but smile faintly.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper meal,” Ellie cuts in, causing you to slowly swallow your food and look at her with a bit of pity—“this is fuckin’ amazing.”

Your dad shoots her a pointed glare before looking up at the couple in front of him. “Sorry,” he apologizes for her, while you stifle your laugh with the food you shove in your mouth. “Ellie, let’s mind our manners.”

You smirk down at your food, but feel your uncle pat your back. “Don’t worry,” he adds. “Someone tends to have a way with words too.”

You look over at him and respond back with your mouth full of food. “I’m just expressin’ my freedom of speech.” You shoot him a smile and then return to eating, bringing back a bit of silence.

Albeit seconds later the peace is broken by Ellie snapping at someone behind you. “What?!”

You slowly peek behind you and see a girl storming off; you actually recognize her, albeit she was younger then. She liked to help with your sets when you did plays, she’s cool. But yes you understand Ellie’s…caution towards her just staring, but! you don’t get the snappy attitude.

“What’s wrong with you?” You remark Ellie with a pointed look.

“What about her manners?” She counters.

You roll your eyes and catch your uncle's curious gaze at that moment, so you can’t help but smirk faintly now in response—he’ll get hell of a kick out of her, he just needs to get to know her.

“She was just curious,” Maria tries to explain. “Kids around here don’t usually look or talk like you.”

“Right.” Ellie nods. “Well, maybe I’ll teach them. And I want my gun back.”

Yeah that’s not happening.

“They also aren’t armed,” Maria says.

You set your silverware down and grab your cup of water, whilst your uncle interjects. “You know what? Uh, I think maybe y’all got a little off on the wrong foot.”

“She was gonna have her guys kill us,” Ellie snaps right away.

“Well, we gotta be real careful about who we let in this place,” your uncle explains. “But it’s all bark. We’re just tryna scare off those who might wanna try us is all.”

You sit back and sip your water, only choosing to hear the argument being had.

You wouldn't be as…uhm…bold as Ellie, but you also understand her uneasiness of this place and all those people. You were new once too; afraid of everyone and cautious of everything.

“Well, you got a couple of 90-year-olds shitting themselves out there. Not much of a superstition, is it y/n?” She argues with a pointed glare aimed at you.

What? What the hell did you do?

“Ellie,” your dad warns her.

“They say that you leave dead bodies around?” Ellie remarks to your uncle and Maria again.

Now your uncle glances at you and passes an amused look at you right as Maria answers Ellie just as quickly. “Those are the people that tried us.”

“A bad reputation doesn't mean you’re bad,” your uncle adds.

“Not always, at least,” Maria adds in, and you catch her pointed look aimed at your father; which only makes you begin to frown as things get awkward. At least for you since you know the context behind her judgment.

“Ma’am,” your dad cuts in thereafter. “We’re grateful for your hospitality and all,” he pauses and looks between you, your uncle and Ellie. “But it’d be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family.”

Oh right, given your silent treatment, you never actually talked much about this place or about your life here to him—that makes things uncomfortable. So you slouch and put your cup down to stare at the water.

“Well, uh,” your uncle interjects as he straightens up on his chair. “Maria is family, actually.”

You glance over at them and offer them a soft smile, but when you glance over at your father and see his face of slight disbelief your smile falters.

Why does he look so shocked? It was going to happen.

“Oh, shit! Congrats.” Ellie adds, but you can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or genuine—probably sarcastic giving she’s not really liking Maria.

“Joel, say congrats,” Ellie whispers to your dad like if he’s some kid that needs a reminder.

A moment of awkward silence passes before your dad says it back a bit dryly. “Congrats.”

Can’t say you’re surprised, he didn’t like Henry at first either.

“She’s the one that helped me get this one through her teenage phase,” your uncle says and pats your shoulder to give it a small squeeze.

You look up at the both of them and smirk before glancing at your dad.

“I can’t say she made it hard,” Maria adds. “She was good…up until she left.”

You scoff and look over at her with a smirk. “Mama,” you whisper. “Besides, I wasn't a teenager then, I was 22.”

“You acted like one,” she rebuttals.

You roll your eyes in a lighthearted manner and shake your head, while your uncle grabs your shoulder and interjects with a lighthearted tone. “How old are you now, Sunny? Old?”

You snap your eyes to him and get ready to spat back, but he continues. “You even have gray hair there.” He points to the side of your head.

Your eyes go wide and you pick up your spoon to see your reflection through it, but he begins to snicker.

“Oh wait, it's just dirt.” He laughs.

You scoff and push his arm off you. “At least I can wash mine off, unlike you,” you counter and use your eyes to point to the white hairs on his side.

He snickers and you glance away, catching your dads gaze and slowly frowning as you catch that same hurt look you caught earlier. Your uncle Tommy notices a glimpse of your tension and sighs before breaking it. “How ‘bout a tour?”

Maria nods. “Yeah.”

Once you’re all completely done with your food you step out again. And you're not obligated to tag along, you knew this place already, it was home, but you want to accompany Ellie until she and your dad get some place to go for however long they’re staying—or correction for however long she’s staying, who knows if your dad has changed his mind about letting your uncle take her.

If he doesn’t then….you’ll go with her and your uncle. Even if being surrounded by the tall walls of Jackson made you finally feel completely safe, and let you drop the habit of needing to look over your shoulder every few seconds. Here you also didn’t have to live on the edge hoping that some infected wouldn’t creep up on you, or some fucker wouldn’t jump you out of nowhere. But if it meant being her one piece of support after your fathers abandonment, then it would be worth it being gone for one more month. Just for her, not for your dad.

“We settled here about seven years ago, just a handful of us then,” Maria tells Ellie and your dad. “That section…”

Her words trail off as suddenly you’re startled by an arm thrown around you. And when you snap your head over to your side, Apollo is next to you with a smile on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” You quip as you fall behind the others doing the tour.

Apollo snickers. “Just checking you’re not some sort of hallucination.”

You roll your eyes and look ahead again. “I’d be a pretty cool hallucination,” you mumble and catch Ellie glancing at you over her shoulder when she doesn’t see you near her.

“Yeah,” Apollo agrees. “Good thing you aren't though.” He moves his other hand toward you to offer you a piece of dry meat. “Jerky?”

“Please,” you scoff and meet his gaze from the corner of your eyes. “I’ve had enough of jerky for now.” You then begin to smirk and hold his gaze as you throw him a reminder. “Aren't you supposed to be working bum?”

Apollo shrugs. “I was, but again, just checking on you, and…” he trails off and holds the piece of jerky in his mouth to reach into his back pocket and pull something out. “…give this to you.”

He pushes his hand towards you to show the Mariah Carey Daydream casette in his hand. “For you,” he says as he pulls out the piece of jerky from his mouth.

Your grin immediately widens and your eyes twinkle as you stop to take it from him. “Oh my god,” you squeal. “Where did you find this?!”

Apollo steps back and folds his arms over his chest to shrug smugly. “I have my ways. But I thought of giving it to you for Christmas when I saw you, but then I thought, why not give it to her now as a welcome home present.”

You meet his gaze with a smirk. “You were thinkin’ of me?” You tease.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He quips lightheartedly.

You shoot him a smirk, and he holds your gaze to mirror the gesture for a lingering moment before you look down at your gift and smile softly. Albeit, you then can’t help but step forward to throw your arms around him.

“Thank you,” you whisper and hold onto him tighter, feeling your heart flutter, and a warmth that wants to mend the bleeding gap that was on it.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers back and rubs your back softly. “I missed you, you know.”

You smile sweetly and try to fight the tears that threaten to rush out at the simple feeling of this embrace. “I missed you too,” you redirect softly, but suddenly begin to feel a twinge of guilt now stab at you as you feel comfort and yearning for him in his embrace.

“Mia is at home,” Apollo says and pulls back to face you. “I haven’t told her yet so it can be a surprise.”

You smirk. “I’ll make her shit her pants.” You snicker.

“I’ll see you at home later, yeah?” He queries in a way that makes it seem like he’s almost afraid you would leave again. “I have a bottle of tequila and a movie of your choice ready for you for later.”

“Can’t wait,” you assure him with a sweet smile playing on your lips.

Apollo begins to walk back and nods as he holds your gaze for a lingering moment before he turns and walks off to go back to work. You now put your gift away and catch back up with your group heading to the barn.

“Who’s that?” Ellie immediately asks once you’re by her side again.

You glance at her and scoff softly before you answer. “My…best friend, Apollo.”

Ellie scoffs and begins to smirk as she turns her head away. “Okay,” she mutters.

You squint your eyes in confusion and immediately press her hint of smugness. “What?” You giggle nervously.

Ellie shrugs before she glances at you and bats her eyelashes as she just simply repeats herself. “Okay.”

Before you can further question her she runs ahead of the group as they’re entering the sheep pen.

“Hey, Joel, check it,” Ellie now directs to your dad, and proceeds to mimic the sheep to tease him. You would’ve laughed but she was just teasing you so you keep quiet and follow them.

“So are you, like, in charge?” Ellie asks Maria.

“No one person’s in charge,” Maria says. “I’m on the council. Democratically elected, serving 300 people, including children. Everyone pitches in. We rotate patrols, food prep, repairs, hunting, harvesting.”

“Everything you see in our town,” your uncle adds. “Greenhouses, livestock, all shared. Collective ownership.”

“So, uh,” your dad interjects, making you glance at him. “Communism.”

Your uncle sniffles. “Nah. Nah, it ain’t like that.”

No it is that. Exactly that.

“It is that,” Maria corrects him. “Literally. This is a commune. We’re communists.”

You smirk, and end up sharing an amused look with your dad before you both glance back at your uncle stopped behind you looking a bit baffled.

“No way!” Ellie exclaims, making you drift your attention back to her and noticing her rushing toward a cute brown foal.

“That’s our newest one,” Maria shares. “Couple months old. You wanna pet her?”

You smile and rush towards the foal too.

“Yeah, what’s her name?” Ellie asks.

“Shimmer.”

“Shimmer,” Ellie repeats as she begins to caress the little baby horse. “You’re so beautiful.”

You lean against the gate and scratch the side of her jaw.

“Well, I’m sure they’d like a shower,” Maria adds on, correctly of course. “Some new clothes. We can put Joel and Ellie in the empty house across the street from us.”

You pull your hand away from the horse and peer over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” your uncle agrees. “It’s a decent place. Pretty much untouched since ‘03, but it’s got the heat goin’ in it.” He nods. “Could do worse.”

“Oh,” you add. “We have been.”

Ellie nods in agreement, but your dad quickly rebuttals you. “We’ve been doin’ fine.”

Yeah cause sleeping in caves and taking watches to make sure you won’t get killed is fine. Whatever man.

“Well,” Maria adds a bit awkwardly. “I’ll take Ellie over there if you two wanna catch up?” She suggests as she looks between your dad and uncle, making you look between both men with curiosity.

Only if you could go too just to snoop and know if your dad would go through with it. And to know how it’d actually go between them.

“Yeah,” your dad agrees and passes a look with your uncle. “Okay.”

“Joel,” Ellie whispers with concern.

“You’ll be fine,” he assures her and walks off with your uncle without another word, making her watch him as he did so.

“Come on,” you encourage her and grab her shoulder to gently nudge her ahead towards Maria

Ellie begins to follow, but spares one more glance at your dads retreating figure. Once he’s no longer in view she immediately questions you. “Where are you going?”

“Not far from where you’ll be,” you assure her. “Just down 2 streets, and then a right. I live in a yellow house with a white fence around it. I’ll be there.”

Ellie glances at the ground and frowns deeper, so you nudge her gently and continue to assure her. “You can come over after you’re done showering, if you want. If I don’t answer the door my friend Mia will, just tell her you came to visit me and she’ll show you to my room, yeah?”

Ellie lifts her gaze with unsureness but nods regardless to assure you she comprehends. “Yeah,” she whispers. “Okay.”

Once you see Ellie off you walk to your own house. A place you always hoped you’d return to, a place you longed for on cruel days. Yet when you’re there, past the white fences gate, at the doorstep of your house, it feels…fucking weird. Like some dream. A good dream you were scared to wake up from.

What if opening the front meant waking up? That’d be terrible.

But you can’t know if you stand there, so you let out a deep breath and slowly wrap your hand around the knob. You hesitate for a second and close your eyes to hope it isn’t some dream—fuck. You open your eyes as you turn the knob and slowly push the green creaking door open. And luckily nothing vanishes, nothing comes at you. You walk in and you don’t fall into some dark abyss; it’s warm, it smells like cinnamon and a Christmas morning. All the furniture you can see is the same, Christmas decorations greet you at the entrance bringing the holiday cheer to the house.

When you close the front door behind you and you take your shoes off at the entrance, happy tears fill your eyes, and a wobbly smile spreads on your lips. You’re home! Home!

You laugh softly with relief and feel tears actually rush out of your eyes.

“Who’s home?” You hear a familiar voice ask from the hall.

You wipe the tears off your cheeks and walk towards the hall in a giddy silence as you also hear footsteps approach. Once you make it under the hall's archway you stop at the same time your friend does only mere inches away from her.

You begin to grin brightly, while she stands there with her eyes widened with disbelief.

“Hi, Mia,” you greet her.

Said girl studies you, the dirty outfit you’ve worn for months, she studies your face and looks into your eyes in that stunned silence that paralyzes her. Meanwhile you give her time to grasp your presence and study her too; her hair is still short due to her fear of having it pulled by infected like when she was young, it’s still dyed like last time, and she’s remained ageless.

“Wh-how?” She stammers before she closes the gap left between you with an embrace that almost knocks you back.

“Hey,” you murmur happily.

“Apollo was just here,” she says by your ear. “He didn’t tell me anything.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, he wanted me to surprise you.” You pull back and grab her shoulders. “I've missed you.”

Tears roll down her cheeks, and her smile wobbles. “I missed you too,” she redirects. “So much. I was so worried.” She hugs you again and lets out a relieved sigh as she holds you in her arms.

Along with Apollo and Atlas, Mia was one of your oldest friends too. She was a firefly like them and you, she was also your best friend. You all basically grew up together when you were with the firefly’s, you were all unbreakable.

“Did you just get here?” Mia asks and pulls back to turn you around and lead you away from the hall. “Have you eaten already?”

You nod. “Yes, I ate just a few minutes ago, and yes I just got here….with my dad actually.”

Mia stops, making you stop along with her. “What?” She queries and turns to face you. She looks into your eyes to try and read your emotions, but she instead questions you more. “How are you feeling about that?”

You let out a deep sigh that makes your smile falter, and simply shrug. “I don’t know…besides angry, I don’t know where I’m at, but I guess we’ll see won’t we?”

Mia hums and caresses your shoulder, and smiles a lot softer. “I’m so happy you’re back home. You must want to take a shower, and sleep, so I’ll leave you be.”

Yeah until maybe an hour later where she’ll be checking on you.

“Your room has been untouched so everything is in its place,” she adds, and now walks you around the kitchen to walk you to your room like if you’re new and need a tour. “You’ll just need a towel which are out in the closet, you’ll need blankets, I can get those for you, uh, a razor, new sanitary stuff, I can go…” she continues on but you tune her out as you open the door to your room. And as she walks forward you stop just in front of the doorway.

“….We can bake something later,” you tune Mia back in. “We can make your favorite for dinner, Apollo and Atlas should be home then”

She was right, your room was untouched, every piece of furniture was in its place, every decoration and accessory was left the same way you left it. There wasn’t even dust, and didn’t smell odd, which is probably thanks to Mia; your room actually smells like flowers, oddly enough.

“Yeah,” you agree mindlessly with a nod. “Sounds good.”

Your picture wall was still up and well kept, your posters aren’t ripped, it’s all clean.

“Okay,” Mia says as she turns to walk out of the room. “I’ll leave you now and go get that stuff. Need anything else?”

You follow her leaving figure with your eyes and shake your head. “Nah, but if you are leaving mind leaving the front door unlocked, a girl named Ellie might come over so if you aren’t here and I’m in the shower she can just walk in.”

Mia looks immediately curious over who you mention but she doesn’t probe now, she’ll do it later, you’re sure of it. “Okay, I’ll leave a note then.” She lets you know and grabs your door handle to begin closing it as she walks out. “I missed you.”

You shoot her a sweet smile and quickly counter. “I missed you too.”

She offers you one last smile before she closes the door behind her, letting you turn back to fully take in the fact that you’re now standing back in your room—it’s fucking unbelievble, it fills you with happiness and comfort. And as if it’s your first time you walk to your closet first and pull it open, you run your fingers along all the clothes that are hung up and smile.

If you could describe your room to someone, let’s say Ellie, in a few words it would be Old Hollywood meets vintage old money aesthetic—albeit a post apocalyptic version considering you can’t fully fill your room with all the things you want and need….

Sucks…

Anyhow, you then skip on forward to your brown and gold vintage round vanity mirror, and the first thing you notice that wasn’t on it last time is a bouquet of fresh flowers with a small note.

‘Welcome home - Atlas & Apollo’

You smile and tuck the note back to its place to then swipe your fingers across the counter, making sure not to touch the few perfumes and fragile trinkets you had collected. You then proceed to walk to the corner of the room to brush your fingers along the strings of your guitar as you walk to your shelf with music records, cassettes and movies; it’s all still there and now you can add another to your collection, thanks to Apollo.

After that you then walk to your picture wall to study every single picture with a faint smile. The one that makes you the happiest though is the picture strip of Sarah and you; it’s one you had taken in one of those photobooths. Alas it’s when you see the family picture of Sarah, you, and your dad that the happiness turns to sadness, and that smile falls to a wobbly frown.

What would be of your lives now if she had lived? What would she say about your estrangement with your dad?

Would she be mad at the both of you?

Probably.

You were a little family, you were too young to know if it was anything other than perfect, but it worked…you were happy then….

God you miss her….him too. He’s close, here now in Jackson, but it feels like you're strangers. Strangers forced to be together, forced to travel together. You miss him and your relationship. The man he was wouldn't return, but you’re okay with the man he is now, as flawed as he is you’re okay with him, as tainted as his past is you’re okay with him. But, what you are…are strangers.

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A deep relaxed exhale leaves your lips as you find comfort on your mattress, in your clean clothes, and refreshed body after a long and deep shower.

Fuck that felt good, it’s like you took decades of dirt off you. It’s like you feel fucking lighter because of it now too. Maybe a week-long sleep would suit you well, maybe you can even hibernate like a bear, that’d be nice.

You smile to yourself and only sit up to put on your headphones, and turn your music on blast now that you don’t have to worry about what’s around you—You’ll go deaf your uncle Tommy and Mia would say, but who cares, it’s fun getting lost in the music.

That’s what you do listening to the cassette Apollo gave you. However, not for long because you then feel a nudge on your leg, and when you sit up there Maria is with a very deep purple jacket in hand.

“Hey,” you greet her as you pull your headphones down to your neck. You then look around for Ellie, but she’s not here. “Where’s Ellie?”

“I left her at the house,” Maria says. “I went to grab her this.” She lifts the jacket in her hand, and you scoff in amusement.

“It’s very purple,” you point out.

“Plum,” she corrects you and sits by you on your bed. “I just came to check on you, make sure you were settling in well.”

You sigh with relief and nod. “Yeah, it feels good being back home and showering, and changing clothes.” You let out a deep exhale and fall back on your bed. “I missed it, never let me leave for that long ever again.”

“I tried that the first time, you fought against logic,” she argues.

You shrug to brush her off. “Let’s call it an existential crisis, yeah?” You snicker.

Maria lets out a long sigh that means nothing good, so you sit up and narrow your gaze on her.

“What?” You immediately question.

Maria glances down and doesn’t hold back. She never did. “How did you end up with the cause of that existential crisis?”

Oh yes, you should've known she wasn’t going to leave it alone.

You blow out air and begin to fiddle with the string of your headphones. “We ran into each other at…KC. We were coming to the same place so we decided to travel together.”

Maria scoffs. “Months on the road and nothing seems mended,” she says. “Did he even try?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head softly. “No, but,” you add and pick at the fluff on your sheets. “It’s not like I tried either…if it wasn’t for that girl I don’t think I would’ve stayed with him.”

There’s a moment of silence before she picks on that. “Who is she?”

No one can know Ellie’s immune, as much as you trust Maria, it’s now up to your dad and Ellie to tell who they want, not you.

“A girl, some important firefly’s daughter he was ordered to deliver,” you lie and look up at her so she wouldn’t find you suspicious. “That’s all I know. He isn’t much for sharin’.”

Maria hums and doesn’t seem to find you suspicious so she moves on. Thankfully.

“Look, you’re an adult, you know what’s right from wrong, but you have too much of a good heart….”

You blink and avert your gaze to sigh.

“I don’t want to see you tormenting yourself any longer because of that man y/n—”

“He’s my dad, mama,” you cut her off with no anger or judgment, you cut her off quietly, sadly. “I can’t….” You pause and draw in a deep breath as you feel the need to cry slowly building up. “I can’t just,” you sigh, “forget him. No matter how much he’s hurt me. I can’t do that to him…or her…she’d be devastated.”

Maria carefully grabs ahold of your hand, making you lift your eyes to meet her soft yet hard gaze.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt,” Maria adds softly.

You offer her a comprehensive nod.

“Your uncle Tommy and I are always here, we’re here for you no matter what,” she continues and this time begins to caress your cheek. “You don’t need him. If those plants are dead there’s no need to waste water.”

You stiffen and draw in another shaky breath. You don’t add anything in his defense, you can’t come up with anything else to say but what you already put out.

“Whatever happens to that girl,” she adds on in your silence. “You protect her from him—”

Now you have something to say. “He’s not a bad guy,” you cut her off and meet her gaze with a pointed glare. “He’s just…tough because of what he’s lived through. But he’s not a bad guy.” You understand that now.

Maria raises her chin and doesn’t retreat. “He left you, his own daughter, tell me if that makes him good?”

You blink rapidly as you’re cut off guard by her comment.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she further explains herself. “You’re my family, I love you as if you were my own daughter which is why I just want to protect you.” She pulls her hand away and stands up. “And that girl doesn’t deserve to have her heartbroken by him.”

Maria then waits if you’d say something, but there was nothing you could add anymore, so you let her leave.

“I’m taking Ellie to the movies, enjoy the night with your friends, okay? And at night if it’s hard to sleep, the door will be open, you can sleep in your old room.” She offers.

You break your eyes from the bed to look at her in front of you and nod slowly. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

“If you don’t come tonight then come over for breakfast tomorrow, I can make pancakes.”

“Okay sounds good I’ll be there.” You assure her and offer her a very faint smile.

Maria walks to the door and lingers there for a moment before she walks out and closes the door behind you, letting you then throw yourself back to contemplate what was just discussed. She’s right about Ellie, but maybe he deserves time to explain himself to you, even after you said you’d be done with him. He deserves one more chance, if he doesn’t want to try and heal what’s broken then…you’ll stay true to your word and be done with him, for good…

You sigh and slide your headphones back on before flipping around on the bed to attempt and get lost in the music again.

However, now! Now…agony and grief slams back into you just as you were doing good today not thinking about Henry and Sam. All because of the stuffed giraffe on your bed that reminds you of them.

It happens all the time, one minute you think that you’ll get over it, that you’ll heal past that grief and let them be beautiful memories, but it hits you like a ferocious wave. And it’s hard to swim up when it does, you’re slowly drowning each time, sinking deeper and deeper. Not only that but looking at your dad everyday doesn’t make it any easier, there’s just more force that pushes you further down.

Funny and unexpected enough though, it’s been Ellie who has been such a….relief, a breath of fresh air, that ounce of hope that helps you get over the surface. Without her honestly it would’ve been hard getting back home.

Still…as of now it’s taking you again, that damned wave, so you take your headphones off and leave your music on the bed to instead grab the stuffed giraffe and walk outside to your backyard.

The precious meadow that you had grown is under a blanket of snow, much like everything else outside, so you can’t find a bit of bliss there. However, there is something new outside connected to the small white fence that surrounds the cement patio, a wooden bench swing with a canopy and all, hm.

It’s smooth, sturdy, and nice. Now you don’t have to get your ass wet on the snow. Maybe your uncle Tommy built it? Or maybe Mia’s boyfriend built it for her, he thinks himself a carpenter.

Whatever the case, you sit down and just ponder in the silence, watching the stuffed giraffe in your hands and thinking about them; about Henry most of all. You let time pass even as you begin to get cold, and don’t really come back to reality until you hear the backdoor close behind you.

When you sit up and look back you see your uncle Tommy walking to you.

You put the stuffed giraffe down and then beam at him. “Hey!” You greet him.

He offers you a sweet smile and pushes the gate open to walk over to you. “Hey, Sunny,” he greets back. “I’m sorry I let myself in, there was a note on the door.”

You shake your head and pat the open space by you. “Don’t worry about it,” you assure him and watch him study the bench with a smirk.

“Apollo built this for you, did you know?”

You blink in surprise and shake your head as your heart begins to flutter. “No, I didn’t.”

He hums and takes his seat, but rubs the armrests. “Yeah, he said that it’d be a good touch so you wouldn’t have to lay on the grass all the time. Or if you didn’t make it back home then it’d be hell of a memorial...it wasn’t really funny then,” he laughs softly. “But it is now.” He clasps his hands on his lap and glances at the stuffed giraffe before meeting your gaze. “He’s always had a sweet spot for you. He’s a good guy.”

You slowly grin and drop your head to nod. “I know.”

Is he implying something?

“Did you talk to my dad?” You probe and glance up at him. “You guys catch up?”

Your uncle lets out a deep sigh and nods stiffly. “Something like that. We…sorta got into an argument.”

You click your tongue and nod slowly in comprehension. “Sorta?” You probe.

“It wasn’t big but you know how he is.”

You nod. “Yeah,” you sigh.

Your uncle notices the frown and the sadness return in your eyes, so he presses you. “You, have you talked to him?”

You look on ahead at the snow covered meadow and shrug. “Sorta. We talked when we first reunited in KC, but after….after I just got mad at him all over again. I haven’t talked to him since.”

“Is that what has you all down?” He asks and hits you right where it hurts. He knows you too well.

Your eyes sting and your throat begins to feel all clumped up with all the emotions that rapidly build up, but you hold it back as best as you can and try to assure him. And yourself. “I..I don’t want to ruin today.” You offer him a strained smile. “We can talk about it some other day.”

Your uncle shifts in his seat to face you better and doesn’t brush it off. “I cleared up my whole day today for your dad, and for you. I have time to talk. Talk to me.”

He was never one to shy away from an emotional conversation, not with you anyway. Not like your dad. Your uncle Tommy was good that way, open and understanding. Not closed off and dismissive. You owe who you became through all the tragedy to him. It’s sad to admit but if you had been completely raised by your father you would have turned out like him perhaps.

Yet it’s quite hard saying what comes to mind. You part your lips to try and speak, but all you can muster is a shaky breath as you clutch onto the stuffed giraffe.

Your uncle doesn’t press you, he waits until you can finally mutter out.

“Can you tell me…” you pause briefly and glance down at your hands. “If somethings wrong….with me?” You ask in a quivering voice and slowly look up at him, catching his confusion and disbelief.

“My dad left rather than staying with me….and,” you continue through tears. “…the guy that I…loved killed himself rather than wanting to be with me. And I know it sounds selfish, h-he was just grief stricken, his little brother died….but we were partners…and,” you sniffle. “And he left me. So please be honest with me, tell me that I’m no good, that I’m a failure because that’s what I feel.”

Your uncle Tommy lets out a shaky sigh and immediately grabs your face to wipe away your tears and comfort you. “There is nothing wrong with you, baby, nothing. That guy…seems like he couldn’t handle what he felt, it happens, but you had nothing to do with it. And your dad,” he exhales and caresses your cheek. “Your dad did what he thought was best because he loves you. Losing your sister took a lot from him, but that doesn’t mean that somethings wrong with you, he loves you, and leaving was his way of showing it.” He says try and comfort you, and then pulls you in for an embrace, but you only sob more in the comfort of his arms.

You can hardly breathe, your chest feels heavy, your mind is racing, and your heart feels like it was going to jump out of you. Now you couldn’t hold anything back.

“I couldn't help him, he got bit and I couldn’t help. I couldn’t save Henry either, I should’ve just snatched the gun from him but I froze, and I couldn’t help him…just like I couldn’t help Sarah…” you spill out now through sobs.

Your uncle pulls back and grabs your shoulders to keep you close so you’d listen to what he had to redirect. “Sarah was not your fault, you understand that? There was nothing none of us could have done, especially not you, you were only 4. You understand?”

You keep your eyes averted and nod. But that isn’t enough for him.

“Look at me y/n,” he orders, causing you to slowly raise your eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. And I know I don’t know those people you knew, but one thing I am sure about is that it isn’t your fault what happened to them.” He wipes more tears off your cheeks and leans in closer so you’d listen intently. “You cry as much as you want, grieve as long as you need to, but you move on, you keep living for them. You understand? Don’t lose yourself, that’s the worst thing we can do. You understand me?”

You nod through heavy tears and get pulled into a tighter embrace that you sink into, that you bask in for a moment without saying anything. All until your heart slows down, and your head isn't filled with so much noise.

“Thank you uncle Tommy, thank you for listening,” you whisper and pull back to face him with a gentle smile. “I missed you.”

He offers you a sweet smile and wipes away more stray tears. “I missed you too, Sunny.”

You sit back and watch the delicate snowflakes begin to fall from the sky. You sit in silence next to your uncle with a much lighter feeling on your chest.

“I have to tell you something,” your uncle breaks the silence with an obvious nervous voice.

You blink and look at him with a teasing smile and a curious gaze. “What? Oh my, don't tell me…are you pregnant?”

Your uncle meets your gaze and doesn’t laugh even if you said it as a joke, he instead lets out a deep breath and just holds your gaze with the same nervous look that clues you in that you might have guessed right.

“Are you?” You ask seriously now and lean in.

He averts his gaze and nods, making you slowly begin to grin with utter fucking joy. “That’s amazing news, uncle Tommy!” You exclaim and jump off your seat out of excitement. “That’s like, the best news ever.”

Yet you couldn’t help but begin to feel just a bit envious. You were happy, excited, of course you were, but you couldn’t help but feel a smidge of envy. You never thought of that before, you never yearned for that, a family of your own; you were younger, hurt by your own issues with your dad, there was too much going on in your head to even think about that, you wouldn’t have made a good wife nor a good mother. But now after returning from your country wide trip, now after hearing that your uncle's family is growing, there’s this want growing in your own heart. There doesn’t even need to be a baby, but a partner would be nice.

“Why the long face?” You press as he doesn’t seem to match your excitement.

Your uncle sighs. “I'm just nervous, that's all. I’m very fuckin’ nervous, you know it’s going to be a whole human being. I just don’t know…” he trails off.

You giggle and sit back down next to him. “You have nothing to be nervous about, you’re gonna be a good father,” you assure him. “You might not be mine, but you were—are like one, and you did good.”

Your uncle meets your gaze with a soft look and a soft smile. “Thank you, Sunny,” he says.

You grin brighter at him and can’t help but get even more excited. “I’m finally gonna have a cousin, man. I mean I would have appreciated one like 20 years ago, 22 years ago, but I can teach them things now. I’m wiser now.”

He chuckles and then corrects you. “Sister,”

You snap your eyes to him and stiffen.

“You might not be mine, but you are like my daughter.” He says with a smile. “Mine and Maria’s.”

Your eyes water again, but you hold back your tears now and just laugh softly. “Can I hug you now, or do you want to celebrate with a shot?” You add.

“One wouldn’t hurt, but I’ll take that hug too,” he says and lets you throw your arms around him for a tight embrace.

“Thank you for telling me, I needed to hear some good news.”

He smiles and caresses your back. “I’m glad. I’m happy it made you smile.”

You giggle and pull back to shoot him another beaming smile.

He smiles now too and interjects. “Thank you, I needed that too. Made me feel better.”

You lay down on his lap and can’t stop smiling over the news. He sits back and lets his arm rest on you to enjoy each others presence and relish in the joy he brought.

“Don’t push me in the snow,” you warn him as he begins to make the swing sway back and forth. “I just took a shower.”

He scoffs. “Don’t give me ideas, ‘cause I’ll do it. Unless you’re gonna go snitch to your daddy now that he’s here.”

You giggle. “Don’t give me ideas.”

He slowly slides his hand to your back and applies a small amount of pressure, making you stiffen and hang onto the bottom of the seat. “Don’t,” you warn him.

“I ain’t doing nothin’.” He chuckles.

You turn and look at him with a pointed glare, but all he does is smirk mischievously. He then moves his arm back where it was so you turn back to face ahead.

Yet that’s when he gets you and pushes you off the seat, making you fall in the snow.

“Oops,” you hear him say.

You slap your hands on the cold ground, and slowly sit up on your knees to wipe the snow off your face roughly as you turn your head to glare at him.

“Go on,” he says with a stifled laugh. “Bring out your guitar so we can tune it up. Let’s make sure you haven’t forgotten that talent of yours.”

“Fine,” you grumble and stand up to brush the snow off your body. “I’ll get the bottle too.”

You’re only not getting him back because you just got back and because he shared that news with you. You’ll get him back though. Old fucker.

——

*LATER*

The tv played one of your favorite movies, but it played for no one since you and your friends gathered around the living room and got lost gossiping, drinking and playing some card game Atlas insisted on playing to make drinking “more fun”. That cinnamon scent that basked the room was pushed away by the smell of food Mia had made and the alcohol in your cups.

“That’s total bull,” you complain to Atlas about the number of infected he’s killed.

He scoffs. “You can’t say that, you weren’t here.”

You pull away from Mia’s arms wrapped around your neck to lean closer to Atlas. “That number is too high. I don’t believe you.”

Atlas shrugs. “Don’t believe me then, but I did kill that many.”

You roll your eyes and meet Apollo’s gaze to press him for the truth. He however shrugs and just shares a small smirk with you.

“I’ll let you off the hook and tell you how many I killed if you say the truth,” you suggest.

“No,” Atlas blurts and pushes you back to Mia with his foot, making you scrunch your nose in disgust. “You were out in the world, your number doesn’t count.”

“Sure,” you snicker. “You old vanity. You just don’t want me to beat you. You can’t take it. You’re too fragile.”

“Whatever,” he grumbles. “Can we just continue with the damn game before someone here talks about herself.”

You smirk. “I am a very interesting person. Just ask your dad.”

Atlas narrows his gaze and scoffs, whilst you and Mia high five.

“Okay, really did any of us get the number right?” Mia’s boyfriend asks to keep the game going.

You look between them all and shake your head. “Nope, you all drink.”

They all groan and Atlas is the one that mumbles of course. “That’s impossible.”

You watch them all take their shots with a playful smirk, but once you land on Apollo, your eyes linger and your smile softens. However, you then catch him shifting his gaze your way so you quickly look away and just feel his stare.

There’s something different about him now compared to before, the look in his eyes, his face maybe. He was never immature as his little brother is still til this day, but Apollo is far more mature than before. More handsome maybe—well he always was you just never gave it too much thought, you were far too troubled for that. And he was—is your best friend….

Damn….there’s that guilt stabbing at you again.

“Okay!” Atlas exclaims and sits up. “My turn, let’s change this game to the Apollo game.”

Mia groans. “Atlas that game is stupid. We know everything about each other—”

“Y/N’s been gone,” Atlas cuts her off. “So, let’s go on. Remember we make a statement about her and if it’s true she drinks, and you are then you drink, okay? Okay! Come on now SunnyD get up.”

You roll your eyes and sit up to drag yourself between Apollo and Mia.

“Okay,” he keeps yelling and does a drum roll on the ground. “You’ve been in love.”

Fuck.

You swallow thickly and get ready to answer, but a knock then raps on the door at that precise moment. Much to your excitement actually.

“Oh!” You jump up. “I’ll get it, you know how much I’ve missed actually answering a door without fearing for my life.” You run over to answer the door, and Achilles gets out of the couch to follow you to the door.

And much to your surprise once you open it you see your dad outside.

“Daddy,” you mutter in disbelief. “Hey.” You sligtly furrow your brows in confusion due to his very much vivid presence.

Your dad averts his gaze to stare at the ground and swallows thickly before stating his reason for this late visit. “Can we talk?” He asks.

Your heart skips a beat, and you grow speechless for a second. “Uh….sure, come in.”

He looks up at you and shakes his head. “No,” he says and glances past your shoulder to steal a glance at all your friends sitting in the living room listening in. “Can we take a walk?”

Must be important if he bothered to come all this way. “Okay,” you whisper and open the door wider. “Come in, I need to grab my jacket and my shoes.” You step aside and he shuffles inside awkwardly, causing the curious dog to sniff him before he runs back to Apollo.

“Uh,” you interject and walk to the end of the hall. “Now that you’re here, meet my friends from when my uncle Tommy and I were fireflies.” You point to Mia first. “That’s my friend Mia. And that next to her is Arthur, her boyfriend. Over there,” you point to the dark haired boy. “Is Atlas, and,” you shift your eyes to Apollo and smile softly. “That’s Apollo. Guys,” you breathe out. “This is my dad, Joel.”

Mia offers him a very faint half smile and simply waves, and her boyfriend does the same, whilst Atlas smirks and throws up a peace sign and a very quick greeting. “‘Sup.”

Gosh.

“Hi,” Apollo greets more properly, but stays sitting down. “It’s very nice meeting you Mr. Miller.”

You glance at your dad and see him just offer them a stiff wave and a dry greeting. “Hello there.”

Better nothing, and better than a gun to their heads.

“Okay,” you breathe out awkwardly. “I’m going to get my stuff.” You offer your friends a quick smile before you run off to your room to get what you need, whilst your mind races and spins with all the different outcomes to what could be said.

He doesn’t seem mad. Maybe it’s about his heart.

Or about choosing…no, it can’t be that. Positive thoughts only.

You let out a deep exhale before leaving your room to join your dad back at the entrance. “Okay,” you encourage him and throw a quick wave at your friends. “I’ll see you guys.” You open the door and walk out to the snowy night with your dad at your heels.

You expect to see Ellie waiting outside, but she’s not here, it’s only him.

“Where’s Ellie?” You ask as he now walks by your side when you exit your yard and now get on the street.

“Uh, she’s at the house,” he answers. “I just…wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

You shoot him a nervous glance and let out a small exhale. “Okay,” you whisper and grow even more nervous. “What’s wrong?”

You catch your dad scratching the back of his head and averting your gaze at all costs. “Just…just give me some time…I’m not that good at this.”

This doesn’t help whatsoever.

“Alright,” you whisper and glance at the falling snow as you take a turn to exit the street you lived on.

“I just,” he interjects and fists his hands. “I just need you to hear me, that's all I want, you don’t need to say anything, you don’t owe me nothin’. I just need you to hear what I have to tell you. Okay?”

You blink rapidly and nod. “Okay,” you whisper.

But he ends up taking another long moment to himself to think of the reason why he brought you out in the cold so late at night. You even pass your uncle's house, his own house that he was given to stay at. You pass lit streets, and only fill the silence with the crunches of your feet against the snow. You make it to the center of town where the large glowing Christmas tree brings cheer to the town.

“I,” he breaks his silence. “I’m sorry.”

You gasp softly and stop in your tracks as his words…words you never thought you’d hear, words he hasn’t spoken in a long time register in your mind.

“I’m supposed to be the one protecting you,” he continues and stops to turn around to face you. “I was the one who was supposed to teach you how to be the person you are now, I was the one who…needed to watch you grow up, but I…I let you down. I left,” his voice breaks. “I left you even if I knew your mother, even if I knew….Sarah would be mad. I left you, I hurt you…” his breath shudders and you can’t hold back your own tears now, no matter how much you wanted to fight them away.

“And I’m so ashamed of it,” he adds as…tears roll down his cheeks. “I am. But I don’t regret it,” he reveals and meets your watery gaze. “Because if I didn’t leave, you wouldn’t be who you are now, a strong, independent woman. You would only be angry like me, you’d be vain, and a monster.”

You shake your head against his words, but don’t say anything, you keep listening to him.

“I just wish I would have done things differently,” he mutters with more tears steaming down his face, tears that shock you to your core, leave you speechless and heartbroken.

“I’m sorry,” he says again in a tearful voice. “I am. There will never not be a day where I don’t regret how I hurt you.” He shakes his head and steps towards you. “And you have every right to keep on hatin’ me, to move on and not deal with me. I don’t blame you, I wouldn't. I just needed you to hear what I owe you.”

You let out a shaky breath and look up to watch the snowflakes dance down from the sky, littering the ground with their white icy texture, and making the ground twinkle against the street lights yellow hue, against the beautiful colors that wrap the grand green tree a few feet away from you. You watch the sky to take in all his words, to gather your own thoughts.

“I…” you murmur against the winter wind that blows past you. “I don’t understand,” you cry and look down at him, but his face blurs because of your tears, and the twinkling lights cloud him and your vision. “Why….why me? I….” you shake your head. “I love too easily…I don’t like to see the reality of things because it makes me sad, I dream too big and too much, I…I’m too boastful,” you sob.

“I’m not strong, I’ve never been. I’ve tried to change for you, I’ve tried to be a better daughter, one—one who you’d be proud of, but I can't, and you can’t ignore it…you can’t,” you shake your head with your quivering lip and step back away from him. “I’m not enough. I'm not perfect like Sarah was, I’m not…important like Ellie, I’m nothing,” you whisper. “You deserve better. You do.”

Your dad lets out a shaky breath and nods as more tears escape past his eyes. “It’s true,” he admits. “You might be a bit boastful, you might see the beauty of the world and hold onto too much hope, your dreams might be too big, but,” he quivers and takes a step towards you. “That is why I love you. I love every bit of it. I have loved it since the moment I held you in my arms for the first time. You…you are everything to me, baby, you are the reason I keep livin’, you are my entire world, and the beauty that this world lost. You are what makes all this worth it, you are everything to me.”

You scoff softly at his words and let out a shaky sob as you find them beautiful yet unbelievable.

“I’m sorry,” he says again and gets close enough so he can cup your cheeks. “I can’t do this without you. I can’t lose you too.”

You grab his hands, you hold onto them as you hold his teary gaze for a moment, before you throw your arms around him.

He’s caught off guard for a few seconds, but he then hugs you back and presses you against his chest and rests his head on yours.

You don’t have the luxury of time, neither of you, and you know you’d only hate yourself if something happened to him and you couldn’t say what you feel.

“I forgive you,” you assure him and hold onto him tighter. “I do. I forgive you.”

He lets out a relieved sigh and clutches onto you as his tears soak your head.

“Will you forgive me?” You ask, and he quickly pulls back to hold your face in his hands and look at you with confusion. “For not trying either. I should’ve tried too. And for that I’m sorry.”

Your dad quickly shakes his head and wipes away your tears. “You have nothin’ to apologize for, okay? Nothing.”

You sniffle and smile softly. “Still, I'm sorry, just take it, okay?”

He scoffs in protest, but nods regardless before he pulls you in for another tight and loving embrace, letting you find comfort in his warmth that wraps around you, and by the sound of his beating heart that eases as you hold him close to you.

“I love you,” he says by your ear. “So so much.”

You laugh softly and nod. “I love you too. I do.”

He gives you one last squeeze before you both pull away from each other and face the Christmas tree in a peaceful silence, hand in hand. You linger there until you remember what you have for him.

“Can I give you an early Christmas present?” You ask rhetorically.

But he still answers. “I don’t have anything for you, and well you shouldn’t.”

You scoff and turn to pull him back to your house.

“Look,” he interjects. “One more thing, about Henry….”

You blink and feel your smile falter.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”

You swallow thickly and shake your head. “There was nothing you could do. Nothing any of us could do…” it’s sad to admit now, it tears your heart apart, but it’s true.

“But,” your dad continues. “You’ll be okay?”

You glance over at him and hesitate a moment before you nod softly. “I will. With time. The best thing we can do…is move on.” You know that now after the talk with him, he lifted that weight off you, and helped you from drowning under the depths of the suffocating waters. “As hard as it is, as impossible as it may seem now, we have to live for them, because we don't have the luxury of time….so that’s the best thing we can do, right?”

Your dad lets his eyes linger on you for a moment before he smiles softly. “I would’ve never thought of that…it’s sweet.”

You smile softly and hum, leaving the rest of your walk to your house silent. Once you do reach your house, your friends are still out, but calmer. “Excuse me,” your dad directs at them as you make him follow you to your room.

“Now I didn’t have time to wrap it, but it’s the thought that counts,” you tell him and turn the light on in your room. And luckily the gift is easy to find on your vanity.

“This room is…very you,” your dad comments as you hear him walk over to the corner of your room where your guitar is. “You play better now?”

You scoff and snatch the disc from your vanity to turn and face him. “Yes,” you admit. “I mean I'm not as good as you, but I’m better than I was before.” You grin and then close the gap between each other to hand him his favorite movie, Curtis and Viper 2.

“I never payed much mind to it before, but I watched it for the first time a couple years back, and it’s not bad,” you share. “That is the movie though, right? All I could remember were the funny men from the cover.”

Your dad looks down at the disc in his hands and immediately smiles. “You’re right,” he assures you, letting you let out a relieved sigh. All this time you thought you’ve been wrong—“It’s a great movie,” he adds. “Where you find it?”

You smirk. “I found it in the tunnels at KC. I just never got the chance to give it to you. You like it?”

He meets your gaze and nods. “I love it, baby. Thank you.”

You smile sweetly and clap softly out of joy. He notices your smile and his smile softens.

“It’s not that late yet,” you add, “even if it looks so. My tv works….I can pop it in. If you want.” You suggest.

Your dad doesn’t hesitate—he can’t turn you down, so he nods. “Go on, pop it in.”

You squeal softly and take the movie from him to now head to your small tv. “You can lay on the bed, just take your shoes off.”

He hums, and as you’re putting on the movie you hear your bed sink and shoes thump on the ground. And as overjoyed as you are, someone comes to mind and brings your mood down slightly. Yet you don’t bring her up until you’re laying down next to him watching the previews play with your head on his chest, finding comfort by the sound of his heartbeat and his arm around you.

“About Ellie,” you bring up without shame, hoping he’d be honest. “What are you goin’ to do?”

Your dad lets out a deep sigh and you feel him swallow thickly. “I’m not the man I used to be,” he admits quietly as he caresses the side of your head. “I’m old now. You know that, I’m…not strong enough no more, but…trust me when I say I'm going to do my best by her.”

He’s right about being old, but is he right about letting her leave?

You can’t let her leave with just your uncle Tommy. You know that heartbreak too well, and you know your dad has the best intentions, you wouldn't have seen that yourself before, but hopefully she’ll see it with time. If that’s what he wants. You can’t force him to do anything.

“Alright,” you trust him. “But whatever happens, I’m going with her, I’m seeing her off. For her and for what she can mean to the firefly’s and humanity,” you say softly. “I owe it to Sam, to everyone else that I’ve lost to that infection.”

Your dad lets out a deep breath. “That’s fine,” he says. “That’s good. Your Uncle Tommy plans to take her tomorrow morning. It’s a week's ride.”

You just got home, but fuck it. One more trip and that’s it.

“What about you?” You probe. “What will you do?”

He stays quiet for a moment and watches the movie finally start. “I don’t know.” He breaks his silence.

You sigh softly. “That’s fine,” you assure him. “Just…do what’s best by her, and you. Okay? Promise?”

“I do,” he whispers. “I promise.”

You smile softly. “Good,” you whisper.

——

*THE NEXT MORNING*

Flashlight?

Check.

Extra clothes?

Check.

Books to read?

Check.

Multiple pairs of fingerless gloves that keeps your hands warm but helps with other purposes?

Check.

New cassettes to listen to?

Check.

Every other little thing that goes in the backpack?

Uh….check!

Weapons?

Need to check those out, but it’s all here. Good. You get off the edge of your bed and once you’re at the door you make sure to be quiet since it’s still pretty early and neither person living here gets up just yet.

However, as you quietly step out of your room you almost run into Mia waiting outside of your door with her arms over her chest, and her dark eyes piercing your very soul—she’s pissed. She knows.

“Mornin’,” you greet her with a small smile.

Mia doesn't return it, or return that same energy. She remains pissed.

“Don’t,” she cuts you off. “Don’t smile at me like everything’s okay.”

She might be shy and gentle, but she’s no one to mess with when she’s upset. Like now.

“You’re leaving again.” She knows. How?

You lose your smile and let out a deep sigh. “Yes,” you admit. “I am but not for long. Maybe just a month this time, or even less. I just need to see someone off.”

Mia shakes her head and her brows furrow deeper. “Can’t someone else do that? You just got home from a 2 year trip. A trip you probably barely survived…”

“Mia,” you interject to try and comfort her concern, but she continues and drops her arms to her sides to take an angry step towards you.

“No. No! We waited, I waited for you for 2 years, everyday I prayed that you wouldn’t meet the same fate everyone else did; my mom, my brother. I waited and now you’re leaving again.”

You swallow thickly and quietly mention who you’re going with this time in hopes that would help. “I’m going with my uncle Tommy. I’ll be back, I came back this time. I promise.”

“No, that’s no excuse—”

“And you can’t make me stay,” you cut her off this time. “I appreciate your concern, I do, but I have to see this girl off, I have to make this worth something…I lost people Mia, a guy I loved, and his brother who I adored…he got bit….” You pause and swallow back thickly. “If taking her might be worth something I have to do it for them.”

Mia seems puzzled by what you said since she doesn’t see the bigger picture, but she doesn’t argue now.

“I’ll come back,” you assure and take another step toward her to take her hands in yours. “I promise. I won’t leave after that. I’ll stay home. Just one more trip.”

Mia drops her gaze and hesitates before she nods softly and whispers, “okay. One more.” She then pulls her hands away to wrap you in an embrace. “Come back, okay?”

You return her embrace and nod. “I will,” you assure her. “I swear.” You give her one gentle squeeze before you pull away to offer her one last smile before you continue your way outside.

Yet, of course, as you walk past your yard, there, against the fence is Apollo with a backpack, and Achilles waiting next to him. How the hell did they know you’re leaving?

Did they overhear?

“Apollo?” You question and come to another stop.

Achilles runs to you and rubs his body against you before sitting by your side now, while Apollo turns to face you as he drops his folded arms down to his sides.

“I can get the horses, you check out the weapons.” He peels away from his spot and steps off the sidewalk, whilst you just look at him in disbelief.

“Hold up, where are you going?” You interrupt him.

Apollo stops in his tracks and just peers back. “I’m going with you and Tommy.” He mentions it casually.

You blink in disbelief and let out a breathless laugh. “What?” You shake your head. “Why?”

Apollo turns around completely and looks almost surprised you’d ask such a question. “I accidentally overheard you and your dad talking on my way to bed last night—”

Sure. Accidental.

“I'm not sitting on my ass here while you’re off risking your life and having all the fun—“

You scoff softly.

“Besides,” he adds in a softer voice. “I don’t want to wait for you to come back home again. I’ll go with you this time.”

You breath traps in your throat out of disbelief over his words, and a soft smile begins to appear on your features. “That’s nice,” you tell him. “Very…but…I can’t be who you want…not yet at least. I lost someone, someone I loved, someone I fell in love with. It’s still a fresh wound, ” you scoff as your eyes begin to sting. “I can’t be who you want, or what you want.”

Rather than being hurt, or upset by your words Apollo smiles. “I loved someone too. I was in love with her too. It hurts too. But,” he adds in a soft voice as he takes a step towards you. “I’m not asking you to be my first love, nor do I want to be yours….we can be each other's last, whenever you’re ready, I’ll wait.”

Tears fall past your eyes and you can only whisper. “Okay.”

He grins, but you step back again. “But I can’t make you come with us. I don’t want you to. Your brother is here, your dad,” you insist. “They need you alive.”

“I can die here too,” he interjects. “It doesn’t matter, y/n, I would go to the edge of earth with you. I would’ve had you asked me before.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help your smile. But as nice as his words are to hear, the answer remains the same. “What if I want you to wait for me here?” You say and now get closer to him. “So you can greet me when I get home. So I can have something to look forward to. A light in the dark.”

“That,” he chuckles softly. “Is the cheesiest thing ever.”

You laugh and nod in agreement, stopping now as you’re only inches away. “Yeah, but will you?” You querie.

He holds your gaze and offers you a soft assuring smile. “I already did, what’s another month or so?”

Your grin widens and you immediately throws your arms around him. He immediately returns the embrace and nuzzles his head on your shoulder.

“Be careful, okay?” He adds.

“I will,” you assure him and linger in his embrace for a moment longer. “You take care too, promise?”

“I promise.”

You smile and pull away to cup his cheek, he offers you a soft smile before he raises his hands to unwrap his scarf around his neck to instead carefully wrap it around yours.

“There, nice and toasty.” He murmurs.

You giggle and hold his gaze for another moment before you pull away before you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, and turn to walk to your uncle Tommy’s house now. You want to look back, but you don’t, you can’t, it’d only make you feel bad for leaving, so you just feel his stare and walk away. You can’t even give it too much or else you’ll feel bad too, you just clear your mind and walk.

Once you make it to the street where your uncle lives you catch him walking out of his own house. He spots you right away, and is rightfully surprised by your presence.

“What are ya doin’?” He asks once you meet halfway in the middle of the street.

You shrug. “Makin’ Maria even more mad.” You glance at his house and nod slowly. “Goin’ with Ellie, and you. Leaving, one more time. And don’t you dare fight me, I’ll fight back.”

Your uncles lips pull into a soft smile and he scoffs as he nods. “Okay then,” he doesn’t question you further, he respects your choice without a fight.

You glance at his house again and sigh. “No pancakes in there, is there?” You ask with a bit of hope.

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Well It’s a good thing I ate beforehand then.” You turn and begin to walk to the house Ellie and your dad were staying at. “Wanna go fetch her?”

He nods. “Yep.”

As he goes inside you wait outside and think about your dad now. He said he was going to do right by her, you trust him, but is he really not going to see her off at the gate or even just outside the house? You said your goodbyes last night just in case, but what about her?

“Y/N?” You hear Ellie’s voice as the front door closes behind her.

You lift your head, and offer her a sweet smile and a small wave. “Hey.”

She stops by you and studies you for a moment in this soft shocked reaction before she probes. “Are you coming?”

You nod and begin to follow after your uncle as he leads the way. “Yep. I’ve been gone from home for two years, what’s another month or so?” You tell her. “Besides, I don’t want to miss another hell of an adventure.” You smirk at her, and she offers you a soft smile. “Is that okay?” You make sure regardless of the relief you read on her face.

“Yeah,” Ellie says without hesitation. “Yeah.”

You offer one more smile before you skip ahead to walk at your uncles side. “Stables and then can we get my rifle and pistol? I’ve felt like I’ve been missin’ something all day. It’s weird.”

He peers back and then glances at you to nod. “Of course. How did it go with your friends? Have fun?”

You nod and begin to get ahead a bit. “Yeah. We had fun, we ate some food, we drank, watched Pulp Fiction—which,” you say and look back at Ellie, “we need to watch by the way, when we get back. Sorry, have you watched it?”

Ellie shakes her head. “I never have, no.”

You smirk. “Great movie. You’ll like it, I’m sure of it.”

“Is it romantic? I prefer more action and scary movies.” She says.

You scoff and shake your head. “Nah, it’s not romantic. You’ll like it, trust me.”

“You make a play based off that too?” Ellie comments, making your uncle chuckle.

You shoot her smirking face a narrowed glare. “No,” you deadpan. “I didn't. I couldn’t bring myself to do that to that movie.”

“No but seriously,” your uncle interjects. “Once we come back you need to tell her to make a play, they’re all surprisingly good.”

“Of course they are,” you quip. “And! What is that supposed to mean?”

He smirks. “Just surprisin’ that’s all. Don’t know where you get that talent from.”

You hum and shoot him a pointed glare, and leave at that as you see the stables coming up ahead.

“I get my own horse right?” You ask and run up ahead.

“You’re sharin!” Your uncle exclaims.

“Beats walkin’!” You comment and slow down as you enter the pen. And rather than waiting for them to catch up you walk in the stables to start getting the horse ready.

Albeit, just as you walk in you stop right away as you catch your dad saddling a horse. You know what it means; he changed his mind about staying. So instead of diving into questions you just smile at him as you meet his gaze, and look back as your uncle and Ellie walk in.

“You come here to say goodbye or something?” Ellie asks in an upset tone.

“No,” your dad says. “I came here to steal one of these horses and go.”

He could’ve just asked.

“Well,” your uncle interjects. “I woulda gave you one.”

Your dad pats the horse's neck and looks at his brother. “I know,” he says. “Anyway.” He glances at Ellie. “That was 30 minutes ago, and I guess…” he pauses and walks to Ellie to continue. “You deserve a choice. I still think you’d be better off with Tommy—”

He gets cut off suddenly as Ellie shoves a blue bag of supplies so he can hold, and retorts. “Let’s go.”

Your dad glances at you before looking back at Ellie and adding, “okay.”

Silence follows so you move past them to saddle your own horse since three don’t fit on one. Your uncle helps so the progress moves on faster, but as he does you come to the realization that now he won’t be coming. The only reason he was going was because your dad wasn’t, but now that he changed his mind your uncle stays.

“I’ll make it back before the baby is born,” you break your silence.

Your uncle looks over at you and shoots you a smile. “You better.”

“I’ll make it back before my birthday too,” you add with a playful smirk. “So you better start plannin’, you’ve been let off the hook for 2 years now.”

“You come back and I’ll throw you the biggest party you’ve had,” he feeds to your demand.

You smile softly as you feel sadness in your heart knowing you have to leave him again. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“Wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

You giggle and finish up saddling up your horse to then meet up with Ellie and your dad outside the stable.

“General direction?” Your dad asks your uncle, but he looks to you instead.

“She knows it, she can lead the way.” Your uncle points out. “You remember the school, right Sunny?”

You nod as you caress your black horse's neck. “Yeah. I remember.”

Your dad nods in comprehension, and once he looks back at his brother in front of him they quickly move in and embrace each other. It’s short but sweet, and makes you smile with joy to see that they’re doing okay.

It’s not like it was before, but the love is there.

“There’s a place for you here,” your uncle tells your dad once they’re apart. “For Ellie and you.”

“Countin’ on it,” your dad says, letting your uncle now look at you again.

“You come back now, understand?”

You shoot him a smirk. “Have to. Can’t miss my own party.”

He smiles and lets his eyes linger on you to take in the sight of you one more time.

“Can I borrow that?” Your dad interjects.

Your uncle breaks his gaze away from you to glance at his rifle before meeting your dads gaze. “Yeah.” He accepts and then slides the gun off his shoulder.

“‘Cause Maria took mine, you know?” Your dad says.

“I already said yes, Joel,” he retorts as he hands your dad the gun. “Adios, big brother.”

Your dad offers him a nod before finally moving out. And once you collect your own rifle, pistol, and other supplies you may need, you climb on your horse and head on out. One more time.

But, this time with not such a heavy heart, or a tormented mind.

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*LATER*

The sound of the gunshot rang against the secluded grass field, and the sound of the bullet breaking a tree trunk echoes out, making you snicker at Ellie’s failure to shoot the close target.

She chooses to ignore you though and shoots again, but once again misses and hits a small pile of snow near the target. And this time you smile at the ground as you shift your position.

She does it a third time, but no luck, so she lets out an annoyed sigh that lets your dad comment. “Wide right.”

Ellie shakes her head in denial.

“You’re flinchin’,” you comment, and unfold your arms off your chest.

“The targets too small,” she rebuttals you and your dad.

“I made it bigger than I should’ve,” your dad mentions and points to the gun. “Eject the cartridge.”

Ellie does so and the bullet falls to the ground first before she argues back. “And I’m not flinching.”

You and your dad share a teasing look before you hum. “Mm-hmm.”

“The rifle just sucks,” Ellie keeps mumbling.

You roll your eyes, and your dad steps forward. “Okay, give It.”

Ellie hands the rifle to your dad with a sigh and another comment. “It doesn’t aim right.”

You crouch down beside your dad as he switches spots with Ellie, and hum again with a little playful smirk on your lips. “Mm-hmm.”

“You’ll see.”

“A deep breath in,” your dad says as he gets the gun ready. “Slow breath out. Squeeze the trigger like you love it.”

“Mm,” Ellie hums as she looks through the binoculars.

“Gentle,” he continues and lowers his head, and closes one eye to look better through the scope. “Steady…nice and slow.”

“You’re gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?” Ellie retorts, making you snicker as your dad looks up at her with a disapproving look.

“It isn’t gonna work. It doesn’t aim right,” Ellie continues, so your dad then hits the trigger gently and the bullet hits the target straight on, causing him to lower the gun and look up at her all cocky.

“You dick,” Ellie quips with a grin.

Your dad shrugs smugly, causing you to snicker at Ellie.

“2 out 2?” You suggest smugly.

Your dad smirks and happily hands you the rifle, making Ellie shake her head in disapproval.

“Watch carefully, kid,” you comment as you scoot further in the middle.

“Don’t get the gun pregnant,” she quips.

“Haha, funny,” you mumble and eject the cartridge as you close one eye and aim at the target. “Now…” you trail as you hit the trigger, and the bullet whizzes out and hits the target inches away from where your dad hit it.

“See,” you taunt Ellie and lift your head. “Can I get a bump?” You offer her your fist.

Ellie scoffs lightheartedly and pushes your fist away. “No,” she grumbles, so your dad gently taps your fist with his.

“You guys suck,” Ellie scoffs and turns around to head back to the horses.

You snicker and push yourself to your given height, and hand the rifle back to your dad to quickly catch up to Ellie. “You just need patience,” you assure her and look around the fields. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

Ellie glances at you and then looks back at your dad following at your tail. “Did it take you time?”

You sigh deeply. “Not much, but it’s not because I had much of a choice, I was forced to adapt, forced to learn everything quickly to survive. It’s not super easy for you, but you have it easier, you’re used to all this shit since you were born in it, I wasn’t.”

“So you’re saying I can be better,” Ellie comments.

You glance at her and scoff as you nudge her to the side. “Sure, practice and then we’ll see.”

Ellie smirks and nods in comprehension. Once you reach your horses you continue on ahead down your path, filling the day with silence at times and conversations that come up at other times. Due to the horses it was faster to get around the land, it was also less stressful since they can pick up sounds neither you might hear.

Luckily though they didn’t catch anything bad, no infected or people, the path was clear and the day was easy, making for a calm night in the spot you settled down at.

“Now that we have time,” you interject and grab your backpack from behind you to plop it down in front of you. “I have a Christmas gift for you Ellie.”

“What? Really?” Ellie queries curiously.

You hum and open your backpack. Since what you have for her is placed on top you look over at her sitting to the side of the campfire and add on. “I gave my dad his Christmas gift early, so might as well give yours early too.” You shoot her a smile, and she glances at your dad with slight shock before getting up from her seat to sit next to you.

“Now keep in mind,” you continue and now begin to pull out her gift. “I didn’t have time to go into town to actually shop well, but I do hope you like it.” You fully pull out her gift and hand it to her. “And it’s not wrapped either so sorry.”

Ellie’s smile turns timid as she takes the brown leather holster from you, but she soon grins once she figures out what it is exactly. “No way!” She exclaims and stands up to hook it around her hip. “A thigh holster!”

“Now you don’t have to be scared about shooting off your ass,” your dad comments.

You giggle and nod in agreement as you watch Ellie now tie the last strap above her knee. “Cool,” she mumbles and tucks her pistol in the holster before quickly sliding it out and pointing at the empty space between your dad and you—“Fast move,” she mutters to herself, and then spins the gun around her finger to try and insert it back in the holster all swiftly, but the gun hits the ground instead.

“Jesus, Ellie,” your dad snaps.

Ellie stifles her laugh so as to not piss your dad off and picks up her gun to put it back. However she then finds the tip hits against something inside so she pulls out the gun and digs her fingers inside, and pulls out a leather necklace with a small piece of wood carved into a neat circle with a butterfly burned onto it. On each side of the necklace, over the wood are small wooden beads.

“Is this…” she pauses and her smile softens as well as her eyes. “Is it for me too?”

You nod. “Yeah. The necklace is adjustable so you can have it where it feels comfortable.”

Ellie grins softly and turns the small wooden pendant and smiles wider.

“It has my name on it—did you do this?” She asks.

You scoff and shake your head. “Nah, my friend did. I can’t do that.”

Ellie looks back at the necklace and shifts her eyes to the other thing around it, something small, thin, plastic and shaped like a dull triangle. “What is this?”

You glance over at your dad and let him answer. “A…guitar pick. Uh…I figure that once we go back to Jackson you’ll need a hobby so you won’t get bored, so I thought maybe you’d like to learn how to play a guitar.”

You smile wider and look back to Ellie, seeing her eyes only twinkle brighter. “You play?” She probes.

He nods. “Haven’t played in some time, but yeah, I do. I taught y/n a bit. I can teach you if you’d like.”

Ellie nods quickly. “Yeah, that’d be cool. I’d like that. Thank you, the both of you. I’m sorry I don’t have a gift for you, y/n.”

You shake your head and assure her. “Don’t worry about it. You can make it up for my birthday. My uncle Tommy is throwing me a party.” You share with a sweet smile.

“Oh is he now?” Your dad probes.

You glance at him and nod. “Yep. You guys are invited by the way.”

“I’ll think about it,” your dad teases you, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“By the way,” Ellie interjects as she ties the necklace around her neck. “Why does Tommy call you Sunny? Is it like a middle name or something?”

“A nickname,” you tell her. “But I don’t know why exactly he does, he just does. I’ve never asked.” You shrug.

“He says it because,” your dad cuts in, causing Ellie and you to look over at him. “Back when y/n was a little girl she always had a Sunny disposition, she was always smilin’. As a little baby she was easy to make laugh too, so one time this song by some 70s band with the same name began to play, and he got it from there.”

Ellie smiles. “Sweet,” she comments, whilst you grin and miss your uncle all over again.

At least this time it’s not as bad as before though, because at least now you do have your father, and are closer to Ellie, so they make it all easier now. They make the long days of riding that follow a lot easier, and even make those days seem quicker. Especially because Ellie has a lot of questions regarding the time before.

Like now for example, as you’re riding on horseback through the woods she breaks the peaceful silence with a question. “So the way they ran stuff in Jackson, was how things used to be?”

“No,” your dad answers this question. “The country was too big for that. Back then there were basically two main ways of lookin’ at things. Some people wanted to own everything.”

“Mm-hmm,” Ellie hums in comprehension, and your dad continues.

“And some people didn’t want anyone to own anything at all.”

“Which one were you?” Ellie asks.

“Neither,” he says. “I just did my job.”

“Which was…” Ellie trails off as she thinks, and glances at you since you had told her once before. “Building?” She asks.

“That’s right,” he answers. “Houses, stores, that kinda thing. We were called “contractors”.”

“The contractor,” Ellie says in a deep voice, making you grin down at your handle—“that’s pretty cool.”

“Yeah,” your dad adds on. “We were cool. Everybody loved contractors.”

Really? Hm.

“Nice,” Ellie says and proceeds to rest her head on his back.

You try to think if he’s right, but you were too young before to know otherwise, and your uncle Tommy never said anything against it so your dad must be right.

“This has been ‘Construction corner with Joel Miller’,” you quote in a deep voice.

Ellie and your dad look over at you, and you laugh.

“It’s what Tess used to say.” You let Ellie know, and remind your dad.

Ellie smiles and then adds her own bit. “The Contractor!” She mocks in a deep voice.

You smirk. “The Contractor!” You mock as well. “Joel the Contractor.”

Ellie laughs and repeats what you said. “Joel the Contractor.”

Where is Tess? You may have not known her long, she might’ve scared you a bit before, but she was nice and cool. You’d ask, but you didn’t want to sour the mood, so you went on going without knowing.

Eventually the day turns to night and so as to not exhaust yourselves you camp for the night; this time in a place deeper in the woods.

“Okay,” you add as you stare up at the starry sky. “So if you could name 3 songs to describe yourself, what would it be?”

Ellie hums, and you glance over at your dad that has his back turned to Ellie and you.

“I wouldn’t know,” she mutters.

“Okay,” you nod. “Then to describe each other.”

You have three perfect songs for Ellie.

Ellie goes silent for a second before interjecting loudly in defeat. “Fuck, I don’t know!”

You giggle, and unexpectedly your dad interjects when he’s supposed to be sleeping.

“Three? For you, y/n, Uptown Girl by Billy Joel, Sunny, and,” he pauses and begins to laugh.

“What?” You probe and flip around to face his back. “What other song?”

“That song you sang for my birthday 20 years ago, by that one rapper named after two quarters.”

“Oh god,” you grumble and flip back around to face the sky. “I thought you forgot that! That’s so embarrassing!”

“Wait?! What?!” Ellie exclaims and flips around to face you and your dad. “What song is it?”

“I don’t know,” your dad says. “Tell y/n to sing it for you.”

“Daddy,” you warn. “Don’t.”

“What?” He chuckles. “It was cute, I told ya it was. She,” he continues and looks over his shoulder. “She dressed up as me that day; she wore one of my shirts, put on this fake mustache, and sang this rap song as one of my birthday gifts. It was great, one of my favorite gifts by far.”

You slap your hands on your face to hide your embarrassment.

“Really?” Ellie probes with a snicker. “That’s nice. Do you remember the words, y/n? I’d love to hear them since you know, I’m not that well up to date about the world before.”

Guilt tripping you? Not nice.

You don’t fall for it, you shake your head. “No!” You deny her, and pull your hands off your face to pull your sheet over your face as you drag yourself further in your sleeping bag. “This is over goodnight!”

“Come on!” Ellie presses you, and you can practically feel her grin. “Just one verse!”

You ignore them and pretend to be asleep. They both then try to press you, but you stay defiant and don’t give in. They eventually drop it after relentless teasing, so the night passes, a day does too and so on until finally that day comes when you’re finally close to your destination.

“Here we were,” you say as you bring your horse, and the other two to a stop in front of the intersection. “We’re here.”

“Well,” your dad interjects. “How ‘bout that? Made it in five days.”

“Easy days,” Ellie says, and you keep on moving now towards the city. “I don’t know what Tommy was so afraid of.”

“Still time to find out.”

“Still time to find out,” Ellie mocks your dad using a deep voice.

You glance over at her and scoff in amusement, while your dad shoots her a hard pointed stare.

“The contractorrrr,” Ellie whispers creepily.

You laugh and play along too. “Joel the Contractor.”

Ellie lets out a chuckle and repeats what you said. “Joel the contractorrr.”

You both share a laugh that’s quickly cut off by your dad.

“Quiet, the both of you, we’re going to enter the city now we don't know what lies ahead.”

You stifle your teasing smile and assure them. “Nothin’, the city isn’t wiped out from infected, but it’s not bad considering it’s where the firefly’s come to. Same goes for stragglers and groups. We’ll be on the clear if we head directly to campus.”

“And that’s where they’ll be?” Ellie asks with no laugh or smile now.

When you steal her a glance you see slight fear and worry, so you do your best to come off confident. “It's where they stay,” you assure her. “They’ll be there.”

Hopefully….

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A/N- Why can’t the Miller’s just eat pancakes and be happy? Anyway don’t forget that gesture of reader laying her head on Joel’s chest, it’s gonna come back and bite everyone in the ass iykyk

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[abbythewritor]

"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, 1.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the first chapter, everyone.

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-15 years later-

-Location: Impel down.-

“And yeah, that’s how I got my powers, and how I ended up here is a long story."

I was held in a prison of some sort, as I was chained next to a black hair dude and a giant ass sumo-looking man who looked like a fish. They both listened to my story as the fish dude hummed in response. “I see, so you were fighting someone and woke up here, as you killed the monster who brought you here, bringing you to have no way back? That is interesting, ma’am; your clothing is quite odd, so I knew you weren’t from this area.” He explained as he sighed, my body leaning against the wall. “Yeah, but it’s exciting; the people here are stronger than where I’m from; you all have powers, too? What’s both of your deal? Why are you arrested?”

The black haired male laughed, as a skull with a mustache was tattooed onto his back. “Well..how I got here is a long story. I was fighting a pirate named Blackbeard, who murdered a crew member of mine.” My eyes widened. “Pirate? So theirs pirates here?” He laughed. “Man your clueless, no wonder, but yes, the whole world is filled with pirates, I’m one as well, apart of a strong crew, the white beard pirates.” My head tilted. “I’m guessing the tattoo on your back is the marking of your captain?” He smirked. “Close, it’s white-beards Jolly Roger, every crew member has a marking of it on part of their body.” “I see.” I smiled slightly. “So it’s like a tribal thing? A promise?” The boy nodded. “I guess, I wouldn’t call it tribal, I’d call the tattoo meaning, fearful and exciting.” I smiled more. “It looks cool, though you never told me why you got here?” He sighed.

“After Blackbeard got a kick of me, the marines captured me, and here I am now, probably to get executed.” My eyes widened. “Executed, what for? Being a pirate?” He nodded as the fish man spoke. “Fire fist ace is one of the strongest members of the white beard pirates; any pirate in the world that roams these seas will get executed, no matter how low or high the bounty is.” I looked to the ground. “Doesn’t seem fair, since this black beard guy seems to be why you here….?” “The name's Ace.” I nodded. “Right, Ace. Don’t you not want to die?” He chuckled lightly From my question. “Y/n, a pirate in a life and death situation, always has to make a choice for the better of his crew or the people. Even though I’m not a threat to most, but to the naked eye, I am, so the Marines give them what they want, but me, if I do die on that platform, I’ll die doing what I loved, sailing across the world.” My heart broke slightly. "But, from what I heard from evidence, aren't pirates supposed to treat their crew like family, Ace? Isn't your crew basically your family?" "Of course." Ace smiled more. "But, even a pirate has to die, even if the family is against it." I nod again. "That seems understandable. Too bad these chains drain our powers; I would get us out of here. Say, fish man, what's your deal?" The fish male looked to the floor as his legs were crossed. "My deal, hmm? Well, first, my name is Jimbei, and I used to be one of the warlords of the sea."

My head tilted. "Used to be?" He nodded. "Indeed, I was against the marine's actions to go against the white-beard pirates and arresting Ace, and for that, I'm here." My brows furrowed with irritation. "That's dumb for wanting someone to not get executed; you say he said they shouldn't mess with your crew, Ace-san. How strong are they?" Ace laughed. "That's a good question, Y/n, but my crew is pretty strong, as my Captain is a Yonko himself, as all of the seas fear his name; it's pretty impressive, as he's rather old and sick now." "Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, but he must be the best captain to you and your crew mates." He nodded. "Indeed, without him, I'd probably be forced to be a Marine and to walk without freedom." I smile gently. "You made a great choice then; freedom sounds nice; you guys must have gone on many adventures." "We did, and it was terrific; I'd never forget the people and creatures I've met; my life grew more since I joined him, and I could never repay him." My heart warmed with his explanation as I looked to the Jail floor, feeling terrible that this friendly stranger was getting executed for something so simple, living his life.

As silence arose through the three of us, footsteps came to our cell as guards stood before Ace, probably getting him for his execution. I stayed silent, as Jimbei, as we just watched, our hearts ill and disgusted as they showed no emotion. "Oi Y/n, Jimbei." We looked at him as he turned with a smile. "Don't let other people tell you what you should do or look like; that's a decision you should make yourself. Besides, Y/n, too bad I'm getting executed, or I'd take you out, but it was nice to meet a cute girl like you." His wink didn't affect me, as I smiled. "Thank you, Ace; I wish your death to be quick and painless and that you will be in a better place." He chuckled. "I hope so, but..I have a favor, Jimbei...if..you ever see my brother...tell him I love him..ok?" Jimbei hesitated, sad that he said this, as he nodded sternly, accepting his request before the guards took him away, leaving me and Jimbei in the cell. An empty feeling was in my heart, as the thought of that Ace guy dying from what he didn't even do in the first place made me angry.

The silence was heard for an hour or two until new voices rose as your head perked up. Jimbei raised a hand to be quiet, as the voices didn't sound like Marine guards but a younger singer, a masculine-gay-like voice, and a deeper elegant voice. Confused, I saw a boy with a straw hat that described the brother Ace was talking about me, and Jimbei's eyes widened as a unique-looking woman and man were following him. He seemed to be looking around for Ace as he stopped in front of our cell, looking straight at the fishman. "Oi?! Have you seen Ace?! Where is he?!" I frowned. "I-uhm sorry, sir, they just took him a few minutes ago..." His eyes widened with fear as he turned to the group, telling them they needed to find him, but Jimbei and I were confused about how they could get there until Luffy explained the situation.

My eyes widened at how he broke into this place as the lady-man beside him explained how she lived here for words, as they all planned to escape and go save Ace. As he called for him, I wanted to help, as did Jembie, causing the straw hat boy to turn. "Let us help you!" I nodded., as Luffy's head tilted. "Help? How should I trust you both? How do you know my brother? "I only knew Ace for 5 hours, but he is lovely and deserves a little fairness instead of death," I spoke as Jimbei explained. The straw hat boy smiled brightly and then laughed. "Alright! Any friend of my brothers is a trusted ally for me!" Soon enough, the man with white and orange clothing cut our cell with his scissors hands; as both of us were free, I smiled, turning to him. "Man, that's a cool power you got." He bowed. "Thank you, madam!" I nodded while turning to Jimbei. "Are you alright?" He nodded. "Just a few grazes from the cuffs, but I'm stronger that, what's the plan, Mugiwara?" Jimbei looked to him and continued. "We can still get to your brother, as they are just transferring him now, but we must hurry!" He nodded simply. "Sure, but who are you?" Bianca's eyes shot open, surprised that Luffy didn't know him. "Luffy! That's Jimbei! One of the warlords of the sea!!" His eyes widened this time. "REALLY?! COOL!" Jimbei shook his head. "Used to be, not now, but we must not chat; we need to get to the ship they are transferring Ace to!" Luffy nodded. "Yes! But, how do we get out of here-" He was interrupted when a weird laugh arose, and I saw Luffy freeze, turning in the direction of another cell, where a man with stitches across his face was laughing and smirking at him. "If you wanna get out of here, set me free...I can create a hole in the ceiling! What do you think?" I was surprised at this man's height, as he had a golden hook for a hand. He looked straight at Luffy with a sly smile still on his face. "It's been a while......"

"Straw hat..."

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"Luffy, do you know this guy?" He seems pissed and irritated as both of them stared watch each other down, the tall man still holding a smirk on his face. It was silent as your question wasn't answered until the hookman spoke. "I thought there was no reason to get back on the street. But Whitebeard and the Navy are gonna start a war? It's my chance to finally bring down that old man..." He honestly spoke, my head tilting. "Wait, white beard, you mean Ace's captain? How are you supposed to defeat him when Ace says he's one of the Yonko's? Aren't they supposed to be strong?" Your question was ignored again when Crocodile looked you up and down, not recognizing you immediately as he turned back to Luffy.

"I don't care how strong he is; this war has piqued my interest. And with my power, you and I could get out of here." He spoke, still looking at Luffy, who clenched his fists. "It's not bad, huh? We both get what we want, after all...." "His voice was defiantly deep, as it didn't affect you, but it was pretty attractive, as my arms crossed.

"Why should we trust you? Are you an ally of Luffy's or something?" His face fell annoyed as he looked at me. "I'm never or never will be an Ally...just making a deal with this brat...and how should he trust you or the fishman either..? You look like a dangerous girl yourself, cute, but probably untrustworthy..." My head tilted. "Untrustworthy? Is it because I'm bald? It always confuses people, but Luffy here seems angry towards you, which means you must have been in his past, correct?" The man chuckled. "You are smart, girl, but yes, I was...this brat ruined my plans..." "SCREW YOU WERE GONNA DESTROY VIVI'S HOME ASSHOLE!" As I understood the situation, Luffy snapped as the man blankly looked at him. "That was a long time ago. I lost interest in that country." He spoke, Luffy glaring harshly at him, as Crocodile smirked and Bianca stepped forward. "Straw hat, boy, release him." My and his eyes widened. "Wait, are you serious?!" He asked, as I was confused. "Yeah, why would we do that as Luffy feels in danger from him?"

She smiled, looking at us both. "His power will aid us greatly." "AH! Ivan-chan! If you knew what he's done-" "You wanna keep going right?!" Jimbei spoke as Luffy paused, then nodded. "Then free him because we need Crocodile to make it to Navy HQ!" Crocodile scoffed while looking at Ivonka as She smirked at him. "Long time no see, crock boy." Luffy was shocked. "You know him?!" She nodded. "Just a passing acquaintance. I met him when he was just a rookie!" I smiled. "I see." Ivanka laughed. "So don't worry; if he does something funny, I can bring him under control in case he betrays us." I nodded. "Sounds like a plan; step back, you three." Confused, the three stepped back as I got close to Crocodile's cell, as I just quickly grabbed the bars, and Yanked the door off. "WOAH! SO STRONG!!" Ivanka yelled, her eyes shooting out of their sockets, as the tall man emerged. I looked at him. "Hey, is your power sand?" He seemed surprised as his eyes widened slightly. "Yeah..kid, how did you know?" I pointed to the sand under him. "Lucky guess, that's pretty cool." He smirked at you. "Thanks. You pretty strong yourself, lady." "Y/n." His head tilted as I smiled. "The name Abby, nice to meet you all." Luffy smiled as Ivonka smirked, Bowing back with respect. "Nice to me, you Y/n-san! I'm Ivonka! My My, you are quite cute, dear! Never met a bald girl before!~" My eyes widened. "How did you know I was bald?" She smirked. "I wear wigs myself, dear, so I know what's real hair and what's fake, so how did you lose your hair? A battle?" I sighed with a smile. "It's quite a long story, but it's a time for later; we should get out of here, Crocodile, right? How can you get us out?" He smirked down at you as sand flowed around his body; soon enough, he shot up it towards the ceiling, creating a giant hole to the next floor. My eyes widened slightly, impressed. "Let's go!" Luffy ordered, jumping up first, followed by Jimbei, Crocodile, and Ivanka, as the scissors man helped me up, all of us soon running to the exit.

But. as we escaped the hole, we ran into some other people, like a ballerina man named Bon-chan, as Crocodile got his regular close on. "Oi, Y/n." He spoke as I turned, us waiting to head deeper on this floor. He held up a cloth, looking down as a cigar was in his mouth. "Can you help me out?" He asked, as I looked at his dirty shoes, and I nodded. "Sure." As he sat on a box, I gently grabbed his foot as I cleaned his fancy shoes. "These must be expensive; how rich were you?" He smirked. "I'm still rich; it seems like you never were around money." My head shook. "Nah, I really wasn't into money, but seriously, you must have been in a powerful position to earn a lot of money." He chuckled. "I was a warlord, actually." My eyes widened. "You mean like Jimbei?" He nodded. "Yeah, but my actions removed me from my position, as Straw Hat kicked my ass.." I snorted as he glared harshly at me. "Why are you laughing?" I shook my head. "Think it's funny a kid like him kicked a grown man's ass. You must have done something terrible to the kingdom he talked about." He sighed. "Yeah, that was a long time ago...now I'm striving for something different, don't know what yet." I finished as I set the cloth aside. "Well, whatever it is, I hope you don't get caught by the Marines again." He chuckled. "You can say that again..." "ALRIGHT! LET'S GO!" Ivanka yelled as I nodded, everyone soon following her. We managed to get to the snowey area, as I was in the same clothing, the cold not effecting me as all of us surrounded Ivanka, as she told us the plain.

Crocodile was next to me, as I was next to Luffy, the group listening carefully.

She warned us if we still manage to get to through front, their will be enemies and marines everywhere, as we still will be fighting hard to get out of here. She said we should also steal a Navy ship, as it's our best chance of being able to get to the marine Headquarters ace was going to be at.

The plan sounded good, as she said we still need to get more people to fight with us. Jimbie nodded with agreement. "We already have a lot, but this place is still dangerous, and there might be a chance only little of us make it out alive, so it's best to free more prisoners." I nodded as well. "Yeah, and who knows how this 'war' is going to go on, and how strong you say Ace's crew and the marines are." Ivanka smiled. "Right! So, when doing to these different floors, our Job is to free as many prisoners as we can! So let's unleash mayhem in this place like it has never been seen before!" Everyone cheered, except crocodile, Luffy and I, as we were already ahead of the group.

I was next to Jimbei as the four of us were climbing up stairs, as Jimbei spoke up. "It's 10 before morning!" He spoke, then continued. "The execution is at 3 in the afternoon! They'll defiantly do it on time!" He finished, as Luffy ran faster, as we all followed, as I looked to Jimbei. "Why don't they do it earlier? I mean, it's like they are asking for something to go wrong." Crocodile smirked. "Because Marines are idiots..." I nod. "I see. well then..."

As we stopped at the lock door, I ran forwards, spinning, as I kicked the door right off, smoke arising as the boys eyes widened, but soon then smirked as I cracked my Knuckles, looking ahead as Marines began to surround us.

"Let's make sure to get there on time."

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#one piece #luffy #one peice #straw hat pirates #monkey d luffy #strawhats #one piece x reader #One Piece fandom #Luffy #Law #Kidd #Killer #Mihawk #Ivanka #Crocodile #Smoker #Jimbei #One Punch Man #Ace #boa hancock #Zoro #Nami #Sanji #Usopp #Franky #Brook #Robin #Chopper #Garp #Shanks

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Redacted Incorrect Quotes Pt. ?

Haha you really thought my lazy ass was gonna work on WIPs? Nah. Have some redacted incorrect quotes based on tweets I saw, either on the app or screenshots of.

No I don’t care if the dashes are uneven.

Redacted Masterlist

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Angel: *Flirting poorly with Davey at the grocery store* Hey so do you eat food often?

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Sweetheart: Curious George is not a monkey because he has no tail. He is an ape. He will grow into a silverback gorilla and kill the man with the yellow hat in a display of dominance.

Milo: I’m literally just trying to read to Aggro.

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Milo: I love when kittens yell, but their heads are too big so they squint.

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Guy: Roommate broke up with boyfriend that cooks for us. Excuse me while I go die.

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Angel: In 1920 we took children out of the coal mine. In 2020 the most popular game on the market is minecraft. 

Baabe: Children yearn for mines.

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*3 AM*

No one:

LITERALLY no one:

Asher, in wolf form: I wonder if I can break the record with how loud I can lick my paw.

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Darlin: If civilization crumbles, I have a little flashlight in a drawer somewhere.

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Sweetheart: Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” is about friends practicing magic but when someone walks in they have to play it cool.

Milo: No. It isn’t.

Sweetheart: *starts singing* The moon is bright, the spirits up. We’re here tonight, and that’s enough. *whispers* This is the part where someone comes in. *Continues pointedly* Simply having a wonderful christmastime!

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Angel: My husband gives people a thumbs down instead of flicking them off when driving. He reports that a thumbs down makes them a lot more angry.

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Adam: I would be such a good “dead wife”. Like, can you imagine how good I would look in a dead wife flashback sequence? Someone make me their “dead wife.

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David: As a kid I thought Simba was crazy for running away after the death of Mufasa. But now watching it as an adult, I get it. It did look pretty incriminating of him leading Mufasa to that gorge. Witnesses saw him singing “I just can’t wait to be king.” A persecutor could do some real damage with that conviction.

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Honey: I don’t like the saying “don’t speak ill of the dead”. It always struck me as disingenuous. People are multi-layered. Yes, I did light up a room. But I also stole my roommate’s milk to make mac and cheese blackout hammered. Let’s acknowledge both sides.

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David, giving a pep talk to the pack: For anyone feeling down, just remember Velveeta cheese has been on the market since 1918. If trash cheese can succeed, so can you. And for anyone who likes Velveeta cheese, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you like trash cheese.

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Angel: Lying awake thinking about the time I ordered a giant magikarp plush from Japan but then got refunded because the plushie got crushed under a shipping container.

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Asher, and maybe Guy too: I’m here if you need moron support. It’s like moral support but I’m stupid.

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David: If I have to throw a party for my pack, it will be breakfast. Not lunch. Not dinner. It will start at 8:30 am so there is a valid reason for no one to come and I can kick them out before noon because I only promised breakfast, not lunch. The introverts will win even if it kills me.

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Milo and Ollie: My cat has no responsibilities, but all day he walks from around the house, from room to room, with this sense of purpose, as if he has a long to-do list of tasks no one asked for. Just a weird small furry dude going about his little cat errands.

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Freelancer: Aww my microbiome fancies some high quality fermented foods, does it? A little kombucha perhaps? I don’t give a shit. I’m a megabiome, I do what I want. I’m having a fanta lemon. I’ll swallow coins.

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Lovely: I would be an awesome drug dealer. Like, can you imagine? *giggles* We don’t have coke, is pepsi okay?

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Freelancer: Math professors be wildin like “a man tossed a coin, find the probability of him getting a head?” BRO WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU GOT A H-

Huxley: I wanna reply back same to my data analytics professor so badly!!

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David, at the pack solstice parties: I, myself, am understaffed at this time.

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Milo with Marie watching Aggro for him:

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Asher: Fuck your zodiac sign, what button do you press when it says “press any button to start”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted baabe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted damn #damn squad #redacted fl #redacted freelancer #redacted huxley #redacted gavin #redacted guy #redacted pizza guy #redacted honey #redacted lovely #redacted aggro #redacted ollie #redacted adam

[aceopmari]

Mei Terumi w/a Hot & Popular Daughter Headcanon

Masterlist

A/N: I’m amazed at what crazy shit I can come up with in my sleep.🥴

Taglist: @ppg-artss @lovelygeniegirl1012 @mercymccann @kakeisumire @aoi-ajisai @mechmoucha @barbellina @nightingaleflow @bonchin @awhore4uchiha

TW: Suggestive themes, semi one sided age gap relationship with teen reader, seductive reader, drug use, character death, arranged marriage, pregnancy mention.

Characters featured: Mei, Kisame, Zabuza, Suigetsu, and Mangetsu, Gaara, Neji, Omoi, Jiraiya.

💄Lady Mizukage became so happy that she had found a man. She was confident that he would propose.

💄When he found out that Mei was pregnant with you, the man left her and she found herself alone once more.

💄Nonetheless, Mei didn’t hold it against you. She raised you and showered you with tender love and care.

💄Mei didn’t like how you mostly took after your father. But you were still beautiful inside and out as you inherited her charisma and curves. And not to mention those luscious lips.

💄The people of the Hidden Mist had lost their minds when they found out that Lady Mizukage had a beautiful daughter. Everyone in the village knew you and watched you grow up.

💄You were very popular in school and had many friends. Mei was even cool enough to let you throw parties at the mansion while she was away.

💄Someone had introduced you to edibles. All your friends watched you happily rampage through the mansion in just your bikini as you broke things.

💄Most people would freak out, but your friends and followers were in complete awe at your boldness.

💄”Y/N’s so COOL!”

💄”Let’s do drugs TOO!”

💄Ao (who was tasked to chaperone the events) didn’t like how wild your parties got. He didn’t seem to like you at all as he thought you were an entitled brat who always got off easy.

💄He was somewhat right though. Whenever something broke at your parties, Mei would instantly turn a blind eye on you and pin the blame on him instead.

💄You were sought after by many men who wanted your affection (as well as your life).

💄Girls around the world hated you out of sheer jealousy. Fellow young beauty, Ino Yamanaka hated you when you were crowned queen of the “Miss Teen Ninja” and the “Miss Ninja Universe” beauty pageants several years in a row.

💄You were more than a pretty face though. Thanks to your dear Mama Mizukage, you were very strong as you inherited two kekkei genkai.

💄Due to this, you earned the title of Beauty of the Bloody Mist.

💄 Mei saw how men were interested in you. Even men from other countries. Although Mei was a little jealous, she was determined to get you a husband.

💄 Mei had you dolled up by professional stylists who did your hair and makeup each morning. You also wore dark blue, revealing curve hugging outfits with fishnets. Whatever it took to attract a man!

💄”My beautiful daughter is looking for a husband!” Mama Mizukage announced one day.

💄Things got chaotic as word spread that you were looking for a man. You were constantly asked out at school. You felt somewhat guilty and responsible for the many male students who were failing as they spent their time in class either staring at your tits or passing you love notes instead of taking their tests.

💄Some guys in the village even fought for you to see who was worthy of your hand until they were covered in blood.

💄You were crushed with letters, chocolates, and flowers that were sent by men all over the world.

💄The craziness didn’t stop there. You even caught the attention of criminals. A sexy terrorist bomber from the Hidden Stone had you feeling smitten when he sent you a love letter about your artistic beauty…

💄…Too bad the tiny clay bird that came with it nearly killed you…

💄There were lots of attempted kidnappings by obsessed lovers who were desperate to marry you. Good thing you were strong enough to fend them off and escape. Didn’t do wonders for the trauma you felt afterwards…

💄”Have you chosen a husband yet, Sweetie?” Mei asked. You sighed as you grew frustrated with her persistence. “No mom, I haven’t…”

💄Mei smiled. “That’s okay dear! I found the perfect suitors from other villages! Have a look!” She said as she gave you three pictures.

💄You recognized each of them. One was Gaara. He was the Kazekage of the the Hidden Sand. He had a cute face and luscious red locks.

💄The next was Neji from the prestigious Hyuga Clan. He had the most beautiful eyes.

💄The last was Omoi, a close aid of the Fourth Raikage. His melanated skin was absolutely gorgeous!

💄”I’ve already arranged for you to travel to all three countries so that you can meet with them for your date!” Mei said happily. You widened your eyes. “You did what?!”

💄Mei already had your bags packed and had put you on a large boat to send you to each country.

💄You met Gaara first on your trip to the Hidden Sand. He was respectful and kind but so awkward and inexperienced.

💄You then went to the Hidden Leaf soon after for your date with Neji. He was so intelligent but very condescending. He indirectly called you a harlot as he wasn’t too keen on your skimpy choice of attire…

💄Finally you met Omoi in the Hidden Clouds. He was very funny but his overthinking nature was a huge turn off.

💄You returned home to the Mist just in time for supper. Mei was disappointed when you told her that you wouldn’t be marrying any of her top three choices. She became depressed, spouting out fears on how her own daughter will become an old maid.

💄Ao who was present at supper, decided to chime in. “Well maybe if you dressed like a proper young lady, you’d have a better chance of finding the right man to marry.” You were stunned by his words. You glanced down at your outfit.

💄Your dark blue curve hugging outfit resembled your mother’s only it revealed your cleavage, midriff, and legs. You frowned at Ao. “What’s wrong with my clothes?” Ao scoffed. “Well for starters, it’s too skimpy! It attracts the wrong attention from men.”

💄He shook his head disapprovingly. “Seriously, is this how young ladies your age like to dress? Back in my day…”

💄Ao rambled on. You flinched seeing a darkened, furious, expression on Mei who has been silent the whole time. She was absolutely fuming at Ao’s words. You shrunk in your seat as she gets up before walking over to Ao.

💄”Shut up. Or die.”

💄Ao screamed in terror at that. You didn’t blame him. Your mom was scary when she was angry. You shrieked a bit when she turned to you giving you a sweet smile.

💄”Don’t listen to him, Sweetheart. You’re beautiful just the way you are. Now hurry up and find a husband soon okay?” She said. You nodded nervously. “Okay, mommy.”

💄Not wanting to upset her further, you decided to survey your options here at home in the Hidden Mist.

💄 The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist were like family. They were your personal bodyguards who followed you whenever you left the mansion. One or two guarded you at a time. You didn’t like it as you just wanted to have freedom. But at least he was attractive.

💄You were walking through the village with Kisame when you heard some men talking.

💄”Hey it’s Y/N Terumi!”

💄”She’s so pretty!”

💄”I’d smash!”

💄You blush at the comments. Kisame sees this and smirks at you. “You’ve grown to be quite attractive haven’t you? Why, if you were a little older, I’d make you my woman…” he joked.

💄A few weeks later, you chased Kisame down in the misty forest when you saw him leave. “Why are you leaving Kisame?! Don’t go!” You cried.

💄Kisame stopped and turned around seeing your tears. “I hate to see a pretty face in tears.” He walked up to you and wiped your tears away with his large blue thumb before putting a finger under your chin to tilt it to meet his eyes.

💄”Come with me to discover a world without lies,” he said with a grin. You shook your head. He sounded crazy and too far gone. “No! I’m not leaving the village or my mommy!”

💄”Thats a real shame, Y/N…” Kisame said as he raised his sword at you. Before you could react, you had blacked out from the strike.

💄You woke up in your room on a comfy large bed. The first thing you saw was the relieved expression of Mei. “Oh, my poor baby!” She cried. She gave you a kiss on the forehead.

💄You groan as you sat up a bit. “What…happened?” Mei saddened. “Kisame attacked you before leaving the village. Chojuro found you alone in the forest.”

💄You frowned. So he did leave. Now you were left saddened. Both Zabuza and Kisame were among your favorites among the swordsmen. Mei saw that you were sad and pulled you into a hug. “I’m just glad your safe, Sweetheart.” Although you were sad, you were grateful to your mom for comforting you.

💄You decided you wanted away from all the drama. You went to hang out with your childhood friends, the Hozuki brothers.

💄Mangetsu and Suigetsu went on deadly missions to prove themselves as capable swordsmen, all while competing for your love.

💄Mangetsu was a friendly gentleman who made you feel safe. He gave you hand kisses and always told you how beautiful you were.

💄Suigetsu was funny and always showed you a good time. He was openly flirty with you, catching you off guard with his sexy smirks and winks.

💄When they came back from a deadly mission, you rewarded them both with cheek kisses. The brothers would then get on either sides of you and kiss your cheeks too. It was practically a routine with the three of you.

💄Suigetsu decided to be his cheeky self. “When are you gonna give me a real kiss, Cupcake? I think I deserve it after that last mission,” he winked. You blushed at that. Mangetsu glared at his sibling. “Be respectful!”

💄Suigetsu smirked at him. “Fine, I will.” He took his water bottle off his belt and handed it to you. “Want a sip?” You smiled and took it. “Sure! Thanks!”

💄You sipped the water, enjoying the cool taste. Suigetsu gives you a toothy grin. “Heh heh heh…that was our first kiss…”

💄You widened your eyes in realization as your cheeks flushed a deep red. You took your lips off the straw, stopping the indirect kiss. Mangetsu just glared at his brother. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

💄Mangetsu asked you out on a date. He took you to a quiet misty forest for a picnic. It was way more romantic than the ones you had with Gaara, Neji, and Omoi.

💄Your dear Mama Mizukage was over the moon when you told her about the date. “Has my baby found a husband from the Hozuki Family? I’m so happy for you, Sweetheart!”

💄”Mommy, we’re not getting married!” You say. Mei glared at you. “Nonsense! No daughter of mine will grow up to be an old maid! I’ll make arrangements immediately!”

💄Mei did just that. Mangetsu was officially your fiancé. He was ecstatic to have your hand in marriage. Men around the world went crazy as they were disappointed that none of them would have a chance to be with you. At the very least, you were happy. Mangetsu was always charming.

💄On top of everything, Mangetsu was just appointed as the newest member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist, so he was closely by your side. He insisted to be the only one worthy of guarding you from now on.

💄Everything was happening so fast. Mei even started planning the wedding that you would have in a few years. Mangetsu was kind to take things slow with you.

💄He was there for you when you least expected it, like the one time he killed some thugs who were attempting your life while you were taking a bath. You were surprised when Mangetsu asked to join you.

💄”Don’t be shy. We’re going to be married anyway,” Mangetsu said as he started removing his clothes. He then joined you in the tub and even offered to wash your back. You let him.

💄You sighed blissfully as you felt the suds massage you. You moaned when Mangetsu reached his hands in front of you to wash your breasts. “M-Mangetsu…” you moaned.

💄He brought his lips to your ear. “When we’re married, I’ll wash you like this every night if you’d like…” he whispers huskily. You hummed in delight. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” Mangetsu smiled. “I can’t wait to marry you!” You blushed when he brought his soft lips to your neck, lightly grazing it with his sharp teeth.

💄You and Mangetsu said your goodbyes afterwards. You walked in your room in just a towel and to your surprise you saw Suigetsu. He had broken into your room.

💄Suigetsu backs you into a wall and puts a hand under your chin. “I wanna marry you. Don’t pick my brother. Choose me,” he smiles.

💄Despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel smittened. The fact that he broke into your room to propose alone was really hot.

💄Suigetsu leaned in close and stole your first kiss right then and there. He sunk his sharp teeth into your lip before soothing it with a slow and hot kiss to lick the blood away.

💄Your knees started to give out after the kiss. Suigetsu caught you before you fell to the bed. Your towel started to slip off but he grabbed it just in time.

💄”Stay away from my wife!” You heard. You both turned seeing Mangetsu at the door. He glared daggers at his brother. Suigetsu glared back. “She deserves better! Y/N’s mine!”

💄A fight broke out between the two brothers which resulted in your room to become wet. Mei heard all the commotion and entered the room, before telling both brothers to leave.

💄Mei races over to you, using a rag to wipe the splashed water off your face. “Are you okay, baby? Did it hurt? Are you pregnant?”

💄You stared at your mother in bewilderment as you blushed. “Mom! We didn’t have…we didn’t do anything! Sheesh are you trying to be a grandma?”

💄Mei’s eyes darkened as she deadpanned. “You mean…an old maid?” You sighed before you took time to comfort your mother.

💄Mangetsu had died one day on a mission. Suigetsu was there for you. The next thing you knew, you were engaged to him as your mother had made arrangements.

💄Suigetsu was overjoyed that he would be the one to marry you.

💄Dating him was a rollercoaster. Suigetsu paraded you around the village, with his hand on your ass. He wanted everyone to know who was gonna be your new man.

💄Suigetsu snuck into your room one night and jumped in the bed with you, before taking your innocence away. He was such an aggressive lover and you liked it.

💄”That was fun, right?” He asked afterwards. You giggled and blushed under the covers. Suigetsu held you close and gave you little nibbles and kisses. The two of you continued to cuddle in bed as Suigetsu talked about his dreams of taking all the swords and his future marriage with you.

💄He slept with you a lot after that. Despite the fact that you were both still young, Suigetsu was hoping to paint you with his seed and get you pregnant. Whatever it took to further solidify your engagement.

💄Mei always had pregnancy tests waiting for you after your sessions. It was really embarrassing as Suigetsu was always loud in bed.

💄The hurricane of a romance eventually came to an end when Suigetsu was captured by Orochimaru. You searched far and wide but you couldn’t find him. You were left heartbroken and lonely once more.

💄Mei was just as depressed as you. “Is there anyone who will marry my baby?” You hated seeing your mom all depressed.

💄”Why are you so concerned about rushing me into marriage, mommy?” You asked. “I don’t want you to be a lonely old maid….like me…” Mei saddened as tears welled up in her eyes.

💄You sighed before taking her hands in yours. “Mommy, you’re not an old maid. And marriage isn’t the key to happiness. You gotta find happiness on your own. And well if anything, at least we have each other right?”

💄Tears spilled from Mei’s eyes as she pulled you close for a hug. “Oh Sweetheart, you’re right…I’ve pushed you too far. I’m so sorry!” You rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”

💄You pulled away from her and smiled. “You’ve been working so tirelessly. Why don’t you take time off of work? Let’s spend time together, just you and me, okay?” Mei smiled and nodded. “Alright, dear. If that will make you happy.”

💄You spent several days with Mei for a much needed mother daughter session. You did each other’s hair and nails and went shopping for makeup.

💄”You’re beautiful, baby,” Mei told you after you finished applying lipgloss. You smiled. “Thanks mommy.”

💄You were giddy with joy when Mei bought you a designer Vertachi bag. The smile on your face brought warmth to Mei’s heart. She gave you a signature forehead kisses, making you blush.

💄Later that night, you and Mei dressed up in your sleepwear. You brushed Mei’s hair. It was so long and pretty. After she did the same to you, you both went to her bed and chatted for a bit.

💄Mei gave you a sly smirk. “So tell me…how’s Suigetsu at night?” Your face flushes. “MOM!” Mei chuckled as you hurled a pillow at her.

💄After awhile you both turn out the lights. You slept close to Mei so that she wouldn’t feel lonely. “Good night, mom! I love you.” Mei smiled, a tear left her eye which soaked her pillow. She may not have been married, but at least she still had her daughters love. “I love you too, Y/N,” she said. She pulled you in close and you both fell asleep.

PART 2

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So you know how in RiD the Primes send Optimus back to Earth to fight The Fallen? I think it would be funny if Optimus was just going about his day on Paradis and then just popped out of existence for like a week and everyone was freaking out about it. And then he just reappears, dusts himself off, and tells the very concerned Survey Corps “sorry about that, I had to go kill a demigod with my son.”

And the Scouts are very confused because one, “what do you mean you have a son?” And two, “sorry, you killed a WHAT?”

And Megatron’s just in the background like “was he cool?” Because y’know, he named himself after that guy!

RID2015 may be non-canon in AOP but this would be so hilarious in hindsight. Because Micronus can astral project in real time. He used Grimlock to astral project his head to tell Optimus ‘oh we need to take the powers we gave you back since Megatronus is dead.’

So just imagine Optimus and Eren are training one day and all the humans panic when they see Micronus’ head directly on Eren’s chest. All the humans aim their weapons and Levi full blown attacks but Micronus locks him in a sphere of energy in response. He then turns to Optimus, tells the Prime that his presence is needed and locks him in a sphere before teleporting him somewhere else. Micronus disappears, dropping Levi in the process and the Ackerman face plants on the ground. There’s silence before everyone starts freaking the fuck out!

Meanwhile, Megatron returns to the island from his surveillance in Marley and everyone is swarming him and telling him what happened. Megatron thinks they’ve all lost it until he heard that Optimus was locked in a sphere and taken somewhere. Megatron has to ask just how small that head on Eren’s chest was.

Hanji: Why the fuck should that matter?!

Megatron annoyed: It does matter! Just answer the question!

Armin is the one who makes the estimated guess and Megatron is defeated. He explains that it was Micronus Prime that just took him. And everyone is floored! Another Prime?! And with that kind of power?! Why didn’t he say anything?!

Megatron: Look the Primes are elusive and demanding. If they took Optimus, it probably means that there’s some universal threat coming soon.

Eren: So what the hell are we supposed to do?! Just wait?! Are they even going to give him back?!

Megatron gives an expression of doubt. Because Optimus has cheated death quite a few times, but if the Primes want something there’s probably no room for their minds to be swayed. Their only options are to wait for Optimus to come back or to proceed without him.

Everyone ends up working double time and making contingencies for the worst case scenario. But a month later, Optimus is dropped off by the orphanage without warning scaring all the kids.

The Survey Corps are alerted and immediately swarm Optimus, grateful he is alive and demand to know what the hell happened. Optimus explained that another Prime, Megatronus Prime, aka the Fallen, always breaking out of his prison and he needed to help eliminate him with the help of the other Primes and Bumblebee, who’s on Earth. Optimus only agreed to do it if he was brought back, and they complied. However the Primes refused to help Optimus and Paradis, despite his insistence that they do. So Optimus tells Bumblebee as much as he knew about their world before the Primes brought him back here. And they also took all of his upgrades while he was at it.

Levi:…the Primes are dicks.

Optimus: Levi!

Levi: Look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong.

And yes, Megatron would ask what the Fallen is like. Leading to probing from the Survey Corps.

Hanji to Megatron: You named yourself after someone titled ‘The Fallen’?

Megatron: I don’t need explain my reasoning to you!

Levi: You became evil, just like that guy.

It’s some dramatic irony if they ever saw it.

Six months later, Bumblebee and his team manage to get a space bridge to Paradis and Bumblebee tackles Optimus into a hug.

#attack on prime #transformers prime #tfp #attack on titan #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #send me asks #asks #ao3 #tfp optimus #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #megatron #tfp Megatronus #megatronus #the fallen #eren jaeger #micronus prime #transformers rid2015 #rid2015 #macadam #maccadam #hanji zoe #levi ackerman #captain levi #survey corps

[faulty-writes]

[ Alright my dear followers and or fans, I present to you a Tomura/Tenko fic. This was inspired by the song Closing Time - Semisonic. Although I personally recommend listening to the cover version by Green Day. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this. It's always fun for me to write our main villain boy. Also, fun fact...rum and coke are mentioned in this fic and that's one of my favorite alcoholic drink combinations but remember kids, drink responsibility. ]

[ Some people go to the bar to drink, others to have a good time. All you wanted was to have a little fun and take your chances with anyone that wanted to take you home. But your plans change when a certain hooded man walks up to the bar and you discover a misguided attraction to him. ]

You tilted your head back, enjoying the soothing burn of the last of your drink as it ran down your throat. “Ah,” you satisfyingly said, placing the now empty glass back onto the counter. This bar may not be popular, but it was a haven of sorts, and every kind of character was here, including a few less-than-known heroes.

Of course, most heroes, if they were smart, wouldn’t be caught dead drinking unless they happened to have one damn good disguise. “Hey there,” you paused, turning your attention to a tall, bulky man with lightly tanned skin who was currently leaning his elbow against the bar counter.

He had a scar on the left side of his cheek and another on his thick-looking neck. His short gray hair was spiked up and the left portion of his bangs hung against his forehead. The most unusual thing about him was the fact he had two canine-like teeth that jotted out even when his mouth was closed.

You snickered, immediately recognizing him as being one of those previously mentioned “less-than-known” heroes. But you were bored, and frankly, you hadn't met anyone interesting tonight. So, you smiled and tried turning up the charm.

“Awe...are you talking to me?” you teased. “Sure am,” he replied with a grin and waved down the bartender. You leaned closer, able to smell the alcohol on his person. “Are you planning to buy me another drink?” you asked, trying to be flirty, and why not? It’d kill a few minutes.

Even in his intoxicated state, he picked up the hints you were giving. “I don’t think I could deny a pretty little thing’s request,” he replied, making you chuckle. “What’s your name?” you asked, purposely sliding your hand over his. He briefly glanced over.

“Sekijiro Kan,” he replied and shifted his gaze back. “And you are?” You debated giving a fake name, but it’s not like you’d ever see each other again or so you hoped. “Y/n,” you answered. “Well, whaddya want to drink Y/n?” he asked, and you tapped your lips.

“Well, it's the last call for drinks so,” you shrugged. “A rum and coke is fine,” you hadn't had too many drinks tonight, but you felt buzzed nonetheless and figured something sweet might perk you up. “Heh,” he smiled and turned to the bartender.

“Alright. One beer and one rum and coke,” he said, shifting his attention back to you. “I didn’t think any cool guys would be in a place like this,” you said. He cocked his eyebrow and turned back to the counter when the drinks were set down.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “So, you think I’m cool?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer and you took a few swallows of your drink, enjoying the smooth and carbonated flavor as it washed over your tongue. You licked your lips and placed the glass back onto the counter.

“I-” you paused when someone approached the bar and blocked your view of Sekijiro. “Um, excuse me!” you said, noticing he was wearing a dark hoodie with equally dark skinny jeans and stark red shoes that looked beaten half to death.

Not many chose to wear such a getup and it stirred your curiosity as did his silent response. Sekijiro tightened his hand around his beer. “Hey!” he exclaimed, “Can’t you see we're having a conversation? Beat it!” You knitted your eyebrows, wondering why he was being so aggressive to this new and mysterious man.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, leaning over the counter to look at him. He frowned, perhaps angry that his attempts at continuing his conversation with you were interrupted. He growled and looked at the mysterious man again. “What’s your problem, huh?” he asked. More silence filled the air, then a soft “Heh,” came.

Sekijiro narrowed his eyes when the man turned to face him and noticed that his hood was shadowing a portion of his face, but he also sensed something off about the man. “You’re just another stupid hero who has nothing better to do than to drink your problems away,” he said, making your eyes widen.

His voice was very distinct, somewhat raspy, and yet confidence dripped from it. “Oh wow,” you said, laying a hand on your cheek and lowering your eyelids. It was rare to find a sober individual that was so bold and assertive, traits that you found attractive.

Sekijiro looked shocked for a few seconds then anger washed over his features and he stood up, grabbing the front of the man’s hoodie. “Who do you think you are talking about heroes like that!?” he demanded, and while you knew it wasn’t your place to step in between a possible bar fight, you foolishly rushed into action.

“Hey, cool it!” you hissed, pressing your hands against Sekijiro’s chest. He growled and looked down at you before swallowing the remaining contents of his beer. He slammed the empty bottle onto the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“If you want to waste your time with him, go ahead,” he stated, throwing yen onto the counter, and walking away. You frowned, ‘Well that was kind of rude,’ you thought. For a hero, he wasn't exactly acting heroic. Although you could blame the alcohol. “Heh, sorry about that,” you said, turning back to the hooded man.

“Mm…” he pressed his lips together. In the dimmed light of the bar, you couldn’t see how chapped those lips were nor the scar on the right side of his mouth. Tomura didn’t know why he had wandered in here. Guess he was pissed off.

Kurogiri’s insistence that he “calm down” in order to make “the right choice” certainly influenced his actions. In such a crowded place, more damage could be done. Especially if someone dared to piss him off further. In particular, you had tried acting like a stupid little hero and goddamn, did he hate heroes.

“Uh…” you blinked, tapping your lips in thought. “So…are you from around here?” you asked, hoping he would respond. Unfortunately, your words were greeted with silence, and he took a seat, waving down the bartender. You frowned, clenching your hands at your sides.

It was obvious he wasn’t interested in talking to you, but you wouldn’t give up. He glanced to the side, feeling annoyed by your presence. ‘Jeez, some people can’t take a hint,’ he thought, reaching out to take the glass of whiskey laid in front of him.

He swirled around the auburn-colored liquid, enjoying the sound of the ice clinking together, and tilted his head back to casually take a sip. ‘Pff, to think I could be sitting at Kurogiri’s bar instead,’ he lowered his drink onto the counter. “Why are you still standing there?!” he snapped, turning his head toward you.

Your heart raced, and you brought your hands to your chest. Most would be afraid or angry when yelled at, especially by a stranger in a bar, but he was still more interesting than anyone else you had met tonight. There was something different about him, something that made you drawn to him.

“Maybe I’m just looking for someone to take me home,” you responded, half-joking. He perched his lips to one side and leered at you. “Uh,” you glanced to the side, trying to come up with something to say, but he turned back to the counter. “Idiot,” he commented under his breath before downing the rest of his drink.

“Ouch,” you replied with a false frown, placing your hand over your heart. “Why is it so bad to want someone to take you home?” he sighed, slamming his clenched fists onto the counter. He knew it was too soon to let his quirk go wild, but damn you were pushing him.

“You know, I don’t give a shit about people dying,” he stated, standing up and pointing his finger at you. “If you willingly go home with someone, then it’s your own fault if you end up dead now, isn’t it!?” he hissed, leaning forward, and causing you to step back in response.

“...I…” you wanted to reply, but he huffed. “Thought so,” he replied flatly and walked away. “Hey!” you called after him, there was no way you were going to let him go just yet. You turned back to the counter, rapidly swallowing the rest of your drink before running after him.

Without thinking, you grabbed the back of his hoodie. He stumbled and after a few seconds, he eerily looked over his shoulder at you. ‘Now I know they’re a fucking idiot,’ he thought, there weren’t many people that dared to touch a villain, let alone attempt to stop them in their tracks.

Well, guess you’d have to learn who he was the hard way. “Uh…” you blinked, realizing what you had just done. Everything in your being told you to release your hold on him, but you ignored it and drew your bottom lip into your mouth.

You at least wanted to get something out of him before the lights came on, and the doors opened for everyone to leave. “I’ll stop bothering you if you dance with me!” you frantically said and knitted your eyebrows when he laughed in response.

“And just why the hell would I do that?” he growled, clearly unhappy. His arm came back, forcing your hand off him. “Ah, hey!” you snapped but swallowed any further words when he stepped closer, casting you in his shadow.

“You’re not in charge here, you’re not even a damn hero. You’re just a pathetic little nobody who's so desperate they’ll flirt with anyone,” you growled at his words. Yes, they hurt and maybe held some truth. You were lonely, but you were also a thrill seeker.

You liked having fun, partying, and doing what you needed to feel human. “And you’re just someone who’s afraid to get close to others, am I right?” you shot back, placing your hands on your hips. He scowled and his fingers twitched, damn he just wanted to wrap his hand around your throat and turn you to fucking dust.

Then again, he came here to cool down and what would be the point of ruining the chance to devastate someone? If you were attracted to him, and he knew you were even if you denied it, then fine. He’d drag you along and shatter your stupid little heart and expectations, maybe even have fun ending your life after.

He glanced around, noticing that people were beginning to leave, which meant there’d be fewer witnesses. Of course, if he were anyone else, he’d lore you to a private location and end your life. Fortunately, he wasn't, and he didn't care about causing a public scene.

He smiled, “Fine,” he replied. “Hurry the hell up,” he once again walked past you and toward the dance floor with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. You smiled in victory, even if he was being rude, that assertiveness remained and frankly, you liked it.

Only a few other couples were on the dance floor, which was illuminated with hues of purple, green, and yellow. The upbeat music that was previously playing turned into a slow melody and Tomura sighed when he turned around.

“Let’s get this over with,” he grumbled unhappily and spread his arms out, but you could care less about his attitude. You were getting what you wanted after all. You stepped closer, not hesitating to press your body against his. “You do know how to dance, right?” you teased, and like before, he remained silent.

You shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you’re still leading,” you placed your hand in his. “Hm?” you knitted your eyebrows when he wrapped all but one finger around your hand in return. He did the same with his opposite hand which rested on the side of your hip.

You glanced at him with narrowed eyes, somewhat curious as to what his face looked like underneath the shadow of his hood. His body was stiff, and he barely moved his feet, but you did enjoy the motion of the two of you rounding about slowly.

You smiled, and whether it was the alcohol finally kicking in or the closeness of this mysterious man, your heart fluttered. “Is there a reason why you’re only holding me with eight fingers instead of ten?” you asked after a few moments. He remained silent yet again knowing you’d find out soon enough.

You looked up, noticing the colorful hues that were previously illuminating the dance floor disappear only to be replaced with white lights that shined down on you and the mysterious man. Part of you wanted to wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your head under his chin but unfortunately, the song came to an end.

He immediately pulled his hands back, shoved them into the pockets of his hoodie again, and turned to walk away. “Huh?” you blinked and quickly ran in front of him with your hands held up. “Hold on!” you urged, and he stopped in his tracks, scowling at you.

If he wouldn’t take you home then, “C-come home with me!” you foolishly requested. His scowl dropped, and his lips turned into a thin line. A moment of silence passed, and he chuckled. “You sure act like a friggin lost puppy,” he stated and pushed past you without a care, “Idiot,” he added.

You stumbled before regaining your balance and chasing after him. “Wait a minute!” you shouted, but unlike before you didn’t reach out and grab him. Rather you continued to follow him to the exit, but his steps grew faster and more agitated. He slammed the exit door open and stepped out into the alleyway.

You huffed and grasped the metal handle of the door. “Why don’t you want to come home with me?!” you demanded, stomping your foot against the ground. He paused and looked at you from over his shoulder, once again offering you no answer. “Mm…” you clenched your jaw and marched over to him.

In the background, you heard the door shut. “Why don’t you answer!?” your voice echoed through the cool night air and a gentle breeze came to ruffle your hair. The mysterious man turned to face you. “You’re really annoying you know that?” he said, reaching up to grab the lining of his hood.

“But I think it’s time you learn who I am, then maybe you’ll see how stupid you are for chasing after someone like me,” your breath hitched when that hood finally fell. He was different and mysterious. A fragile soul covered in a dark facade.

But when the light illuminated his face, you realized your mistake. His shoulder-length wavy silver-white hair gave him away, as did his eyes which were colored a deep red. Not to mention the skin around said eyes appeared wrinkled, and his lips were slightly chapped.

He had two distinct scars, one over his right eye and the other over the right side of his lips. On the bottom left side of his face underneath his mouth was a small mole. He leered down at you with a twisted smile. That previous image of him melted away and was replaced with the equivalent of a demon.

You took a step back. Your eyes wide with terror and your jaw dropped. There was no way, no fucking way you felt attracted to, “S-Shigaraki,” you whispered and shivered when he laughed in response. “That’s right!” he declared, that twisted smile growing.

A scream caught in your throat, and you stumbled back only to hit the wall of the building. You panicked and jerked your head to look behind you and decided to run to the door, slamming your fist against it and cursing yourself for allowing it to close.

“Help!” you cried out, ignoring the pain that spread through your hand the harder you hit it. His footsteps echoed from behind you, and fear struck through your heart when you turned and locked eyes with him. Your body was too scared to move and even if it did, you heard the things Shigaraki had done.

There was no way you’d get away alive. This was especially true if the rest of the members that made up the League of Villains were nearby. When he slammed his hand against the wall, the sound of a loud crack masked your scream. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was using his quirk.

“And your sick little mind wanted me,” he said, leaning closer. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. So, you shook your head. “Don’t act stupid!” he snapped, pressing his hand harder against the wall allowing it to decay further.

You flinched at the sound, knowing that he was planning to collapse the building. He chuckled again, finally enjoying himself. Maybe he should go out more often. “I saw the expression in your eyes, and unless you want to die with everyone else in this stupid place…” he paused. “I suggest you let me take you home.” 

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura x reader #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #tenko x reader #tenko x y/n #tenko x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x self insert #faulty writes: tenko shimura: 23 #faulty writes: tenko shimura: one shot: 23

[angelinaheartshapedbox]

morbid attraction

Ethan Landry x reader

AU where Stu Macher has an illegitimate child. During Scream 6.

summary: Y/n is a freshman at Blackmore University. They're currently pursuing a bachelor's degree in forensic science to become an autopsy technician. To further their research, and to make money, they pick up shifts as a mortuary assistant. Y/n must come to terms with the trauma of gruesome murders of their hometown, copes with the memories of their ex girlfriend Amber Freeman, and with the fact that their father was a homicidal maniac. Running doesn't get them far from their past as it chases after them into New York City. But maybe there's light at the end of the tunnel. And maybe, just maybe, the light is Ethan Landry.

!!WARNINGS!! graphic descriptions of gore and violence, PTSD, and dealing with trauma. Major content warnings will be placed before each chapter.

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Voicemail (5)

I Don't Want To Die

Wordcount: 2k

Content warnings: violence, death, blood, more blood, depictions of gore. ethan did not have econ.

Quinn’s newest man of the evening had arrived, so she went to her room. Sam was upset that she’d invited someone who was basically a stranger to our apartment.

Sam brought out a few blankets and pillows for our friends. I was in the kitchen with Chad, Tara, and Mindy. We were all working to cook dinner.

“Sam, we do not have to stay here,” Mindy told her.

“Welp, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers” Sam replied.

“This’ll be so fun. A little slumber party with the Alive Five!” Chad exclaimed.

“‘Alive Five’?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

Tara stared at him, “Did you just give us a nickname?”

Chad smiled, “I sure did. I mean we’ve been through a lot together and it’s a pretty cool nickname.”

“So true, Chad” I nod.

“That’s debatable,” Sam says.

“Extremely debatable,” Tara adds.

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus,” Mindy tells her brother.

Chad gives her a shit eating grin, “Of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Alive Five up top!”

“No.”

“Down low!”

Tara shakes her head, “Get that away from me.”

Chad turns to me and Sam with his hand, “Please, for the love of God.”

“Don’t do it,” Mindy laughs.

I obviously give him a high five, laughing evilly as my friends groan. I interlock my fingers with Chad’s and squeeze before letting go.

“You know, I would actually like a little more respect and support from my fellow members of the Alive Five.”

Anika interrupts us, “Guys, what the hell?” She turns up the TV as we file into the living room.

The newscaster starts talking about Sam being the lead suspect in the current murders. He discusses the rumors online about me and Sam being responsible for the killings last year. He said we were trying to “revive our fathers’ legacy” or some bullshit. The video of Sam yelling at that girl on the street the other night played.

Sam turned off the TV aggressively. She walked over to the dining table and sat by herself. Tara and I followed. We sat in silence until Tara spoke.

“I know you’re not a fan of the way that I’ve been handling things, and that I’ve been giving you a really hard time. But I can say that none of us can relate to what you are experiencing. And I’m really, really sorry you have to do that alone.”

Sam stifles tears, “It’s not your fault. And I know I shouldn’t care what people think,” she pauses, “It just sucks being this hated.”

“Hey, hey,” Chad says as he walks into the room with Mindy, “Just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you.”

“Yeah, Sammy” I agree.

“Okay? We have all been through some fucked-up stuff, and we are coping with it differently. But you know we moved here together for one very specific reason.” Chad reminds Sam, “We’re a team.”

Mindy chimes in, “We are the Alive Fucking Five.”

“Thank you very much!”

“Ah, I hate myself.”

Chad and Mindy high five.

“Say it” I tell Tara.

“No, I’m not gonna say it,” she refuses, “I mean, yes, we are a team but-”

We’re all trying to get Tara to say it and we’re laughing.

Sam interrupts, “I’ve been sleeping with Cute Boy from across the hall.”

It’s quiet.

“Boom!”

We all erupt.

“I knew it, I knew it!”

“You called it.”

“Knew it from the day you had that hickey.”

After we calm down from Sam’s lover, Chad looks at me.

I gave him a suspicious look, “What?”

“Do you have any love affairs to confess?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No?”

“Nothing with our tall, dorky friend?”

“Who may or may not be Ghostface” Mindy mumbles.

I look at the confused, “Ethan?”

“Yes, Ethan!” Chad bangs the table.

“No, I am not sleeping with Ethan!” my voice ups in pitch.

Chad gives me a look, “Hm.”

I argued with him about it. He claimed we’re too cuddly, so I rebudled that I’m cuddly in general. Sam backs me up by mentioning me in her bed last night. Mindy says I was flirting with him at the frat party because we were dancing. I said that I just wanted my friend to have fun. They let it go.

“I feel like we should high five or something,” Tara says.

“The Alive Five high five, please?”

“Don’t call it that.”

We all high five in the middle and interlace our fingers. For a minute I feel safe, I feel okay. It feels like a real family where I belong. Sam’s phone rings and it’s Cute Boy. We make fun of her for a moment and she declines his call. Quinn is heard moaning in the other room.

“Oh, my God, Quinn and her gentleman caller are back at it again” Tara jokes.

We all laugh as the moans and thuds get louder. All of our phones go off. We’ve been airdropped a picture of Quinn being attacked by Ghostface.

“Help! Stop!”

We all jump up from the table and sprint towards Quinn’s room. Chad grabs Tara’s arm and pulls her away before she gets to the door. We all stop and stare. It’s silent.

“Run.”

The door swings open and the killer throws Quinn’s body. Everyone is screaming.

“You guys come on!” Tara screams, running out with Chad. I watched Lucifer run out with them.

The killer slices Mindy’s arm. Anika starts fighting him from the floor. He grabs her by the throat. I watch her as she struggles to breathe.

“Hey, fuckhead!” I scream, kicking him in the side.

I trip over myself and hit the floor. I kick and scurry backwards as the killer crawls towards me. He grips my ankle and pulls me towards him. I kick my legs and shove his face away. He stabs me in my right thigh. I scream in pain and kick him in the face. The force makes him pull the knife out of me and step backwards.

Anika tries to latch onto him again. He grabs her by the throat and pins her to the wall. The knife is plunged into her stomach, he drags and twists it upwards. She cries and shrieks. Sam comes running in with the wooden knife holder and smacks him over the head.

We run into Tara’s room and lock the door. I grab a belt from the floor and a pen. Mindy grips her gaping wound. We remember that the bathroom connects through the rooms. Mindy rushes to close the bathroom door.

“Oh, fuck! That guy’s dead!”

The killer comes running at the door. Sam and Mindy force it shut and deadbolt it. I take the belt and pen and tighten them above my bleeding wound. I’m bleeding a lot. There’s a major artery that I’m worried has been severed. All the while, Mindy and Sam are blockading the door. Anika is practically bleeding out in front of me. We’re all screaming and crying and bleeding.

Cute Boy from across the hall calls out to Sam from the window. She rushes over. He pushes a ladder in between the two windows.

“You three go first. Mindy!” Sam yells.

“What? No. Someone needs to hold the door. I’ll send Y/n and Anika next. Go!” Mindy replies.

The killer bangs on the door. I can tell he’s throwing his whole body weight against the door.

Sam crosses the makeshift bridge as Danny sends words of encouragement.

“We’re losing a lot of blood!” I shout at Sam as I limp to the window.

Anika groans, “Say something more positive!”

Sam makes it across and I pull myself with my upper body across the ladder as fast as I can. I wince and whine, crying harder as my wound drags. I finally made it across. Anika forces Mindy to go next. She gives her one last kiss before crawling across to us.

Anika gets onto the ladder, “Oh, God! I can’t do it!” She slowly crawls.

The killer comes up to the window.

“Anika, you have to move now!”

I scream, “Come on, we got you!”

The killer grabs onto the ladder and shakes it vigorously, Anika shrieks and cries. She keeps trying to crawl as Mindy screams.

“Baby, I don’t want to die!” Anika yelps out. She takes Sam’s hand.

The killer completely knocks Anika off the ladder. She falls. We watch as her head crashes into the dumpster below, then hits the hard concrete. Her skull bleeds onto the pavement. I passed out.

When I come to, I’m in an ambulance. My leg is being stitched up. The EMT sees that I’m awake. The sun is starting to rise.

“Hey, that tourniquet was a good idea” The medic tells me, “You might’ve saved your life.”

I gulped and nodded. I see my friends in the ambulance across from me. They see me too. The medics, police officers, and crime scene investigators litter the place. I overhear multiple indistinct conversations.

I see Ethan duck under the crime scene tape. Chad sees him too.

“Chad?”

Chad rushes over to him. He grabs him by his collar, “Where were you?!”

Ethan is confused, “What? When?”

“Last night!”

I yell, “Chad, stop!”

“I had Econ. You know this!”

“Bullshit, man! You disappear, and my sister almost gets killed!”

“Chad!” I yelp, leaving the ambulance. The medic yells after me. I half-run over to the boys, my stitches tearing. “Chad, it wasn’t him!”

Chad looks at me, “How do you know that, Y/n? ‘Cause he’s your little boy toy? He couldn’t hurt you?”

I grip my thigh and wince, “Oh, fuck. No! Because I kicked that fucker in the fucking face! Ethan doesn’t even have a bruise! And whoever it was definitely has a broken nose.”

Chad lets Ethan go, he walks away.

I moan, using both my hands to squeeze my thigh. I start to cry and crumble to the floor.

Ethan grabs me, “Oh, fuck. Th-that’s a lot of blood. Oh, my God. Y/n!”

He helps me back over to the ambulance where they have to re-stitch me. I sob and hiss in pain. Ethan sits next to me. I grab his hand and squeeze it with all of my strength.

“Fuck!” I scream. I clench my teeth, my breath ragged. I sound like a kicked puppy. The adrenaline has worn off and now I’m just in agony.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Ethan whispered.

I couldn’t speak in anything but jumbled sobs. The medic was done stitching me, but I was still weeping. Ethan softly shushes me, pulling himself closer. I gulp and breathe heavily.

I looked into his eyes, “Ethan, it was so scary.” I wrap my arms around myself and fall forward onto him. His arms place themselves around me and I cry into his chest. “Oh, my God, they’re dead!”

“You’re okay,” he says softly, “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to die.”

Ethan pulls back slightly, “Hey, look at me.” His hand meets my cheek, his thumb wipes tears. “You’re not going to die.” His tone is suddenly serious.

I shake my head, “You don’t know that.” I look at the ground and let more tears fall.

“I said look at me,” Ethan adjusts my face to look at him.

I tremble in his fingers. His eyes meet mine. He looks at me with the harshest expression I’ve ever seen on him. He puts his other hand on my face and says:

“Anyone who tries to kill you is dying first.”

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a/n: tehe i like this one

#scream #scream vi #scream 6 #ghostface #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry fanfiction

[ro-is-struggling]

🎉hello and congrats on 600🎉 if i got this right can I ask for either (whatever floats your boat or neither if they don't work for you) you've got some really cool prompts and wishin you the best with the event

mcu steve rogers with lyric 11 where it's like steve accidentally finds reader's confession while they're away on a super dangerous mission maybe angst to fluff

or

mcu stephen strange with lyric 9 where stephen overhears reader trying to talk themselves out of and in denial of their feelings for him with lots of teasing and fluff

Hi lovely! I'm actually planning to write both of your ideas because I liked them both so much! I chose to write the one with Steve first, but Stephen's fic is almost ready too. I will post in a few days so stay tuned for that one!!

Wrong Number || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve learns of your feelings for him after receiving a message from you that was meant for Wanda.

Warnings: mutual pining, angst, near-death experience, mentions of blood, love confessions, fluff

English is not my first language

Word count: 3000

Things were not looking good for you. You had got too confident, thinking you were safe when you didn't run into dozens of armed men seeking to kill you. Maybe Hydra really was dying. Maybe the information you got was wrong. Whatever it was you were already there so you stayed to scout the apparently abandoned base of the criminal organization for more information about their plans or hideouts. You thought you were being careful, but apparently you weren't being careful enough. You see, the thing was that you should have been attacked by what was left of Hydra's army. Your information was not wrong and you had been naive to believe that it was. And now you were trapped in a building you were not familiar with surrounded by skilled assassins who had been trained in that very place.

"It's not looking good out there," Sam said, analyzing the images red wing had of the building. All the exits were blocked and there were more than a dozen armed men standing between you and the extraction point. 

"Did you call for backup?" Natasha asked you as she helped Bucky block the door, the only point of entry to the room you were hiding in.

"I did," you nodded. "But I don't think they can make it in time. There's a dozen of them and just four of us." Not to mention you guys were running out of bullets. There was no way you could fight your way out of there and waiting for backup wasn't an option, Hydra agents could attack you at any moment.

"This is my fault. I should have known they were setting us up" Bucky complained in frustration, kicking the first thing that crossed his path. You understood why he felt responsible for what had happened —he had a lot of experience with Hydra—, but you also understood that it was normal for him not to be his normal, paranoid self. A place like that triggered a lot of painful memories that affected his judgment.

"It's everybody's fault. We're a team" you assured him even though you knew that your words probably didn't have a big impact given the extreme circumstances you were in.

“What do we do now? I’m low on ammo and I doubt they’ll just surrender and let us go.” Sam spoke, keeping calm and taking control of the situation. Someone had to do it, otherwise you would just stand there waiting to be killed. The four Avengers gathered to analyze the images that Red Wing had obtained from the outside, desperately looking for an easy way out that would involve the least amount of fighting. You were in a complicated situation, but if you were smart you might make it out of there alive.

"The south exit appears to be the least guarded of them all" you pointed out. "We need to distract the guards so we can sneak out."

"Yeah but how?" Sam said and the room fell silent as everyone thought of an escape plan. A crazy idea popped into your head then. It was crazy and dangerous, but maybe it was crazy enough to work.

"I can buy you guys some time to escape," you said, picking up your gun and counting the bullets you had left.

"What? No, that's crazy!" Sam flatly refused. There was no way he was going to leave you behind. 

"I can distract the guards in the corridors and give you a safe passage to the south exit. You can take the ones at the door and run to the jet" you explained your reasoning. You were aware of how dangerous it was and that there was a high probability that you would not survive, but someone had to sacrifice themselves for the rest. It was more than clear that the four of you could not get out of there alive. You just hoped you could take many Hydra agents with you before they captured you. If you had any luck maybe they would torture you for a while for information, giving time for the backup to arrive to rescue you.

"I should be the one to do it!" Bucky offered. "You go with them, I'll clear the way."

"We didn't go through all that shit to get you back and fix your mind for you to die in here, Bucky," you told him, refusing to let the same men who had tortured him for so many years win in the end by taking his life.

"Are you sure?" Natasha asked you, looking at you with sadness and concern. She didn't like your plan at all, but she saw no other way out. 

"I'll be fine" you smiled at her, even though you weren't really certain about it. "Just make sure to come back for me. With more agents this time." Whether you were asking her to come back to save you or to retrieve your corpse, neither of you knew.

As Bucky moved the barricade on the door and everyone got into position you took the opportunity to pull out your phone. You didn't have much time and there was something you wanted to get off your chest in case that was really the end for you. It was an impulsive decision, but at that moment you needed to confess your best kept secret to someone. So you looked up Wanda's contact, your best friend in the whole team, and typed a quick message.

'Wanda, if I don't make it back tell Steve that I loved him all along' 

You sent the message without checking it twice, fearing you would regret it if you did. That's why you didn't realize that the person you had sent it to wasn't your friend.

"Are you ready?" Natasha asked you, her voice firm but quiet. You looked up from your phone to face her, handing it for her to take in case you were captured. 

"Yes," you nodded, giving her a weak smile before hugging her goodbye.

"Be careful," Sam pleaded as he pulled you into his arms.

"Hang in there, we're coming back for you." Bucky patted your back, which to him was like giving you a hug. 

"Could you guys do me a favor?" you said and they nodded. "Could at least one of you look at me like you were gonna see me again?"

"See you in a bit." Natasha smiled at you.

The events that followed were a blur of actions. You left the room with your gun in hand, running through the corridors making as much noise as you could to lure Hydra's agents to you. It didn't take them long to find you, in a matter of seconds you had five men running towards you while shooting at you. You didn't have many bullets so every shot counted. You tried to use every surface in your path as cover, getting a head start so that when you could shoot at them you didn't miss. You managed to get rid of them fairly easily, earning only a couple of scratches from the bullets that had grazed your skin.

You were gaining confidence. Suddenly the idea of escaping from there didn't sound so far-fetched. You only had three bullets left, but if you were smart you might be able to sneak through the building undetected, at least long enough until backup arrived. You were looking for a place to hide when you ran head-on into a Hydra agent. He was alone, the only thing standing in your way. You raised your gun, aiming it at his head to get rid of him for good. And then BOOM. 

The shot echoed throughout the building, only it wasn't your gun that had fired. Your hands traveled to your abdomen where they made contact with a warm, thick liquid running down your skin. Looking down you discovered it was blood. Blood that poured from the gunshot in your abdomen. You tried to continue, power through the pain until you reached a safe hiding place, but as soon as you moved your legs collapsed. You fell to the floor, your gun flying across the hallway out of your reach. Your vision blurred, the dim light that illuminated the building hurting your eyes, forcing you to squint.

The last thing you saw before you lost consciousness was a group of Hydra agents approaching you. You felt them grabbing you and no matter how hard you tried to move to escape, you could not. Then everything went black.

Steve was putting on his suit, preparing to go rescue his friends, when he felt his phone ring, warning him of the arrival of a new message. He ran to grab the device, thinking it would be a message from one of his friends giving him some news about the mission. And it was, your name was glowing on the screen of his phone, only the content of the message was not at all what he expected.

Steve's heart stopped as his brain tried to process your words. You loved him. You had loved him all this time. You had loved him all this time he had spent repressing how he felt for fear of rejection. And now you were trapped in a building surrounded by Hydra agents who wanted to kill you. You didn't think you were going to make it, that's why you had sent your confession to Wanda - well, you had tried to send it to her. The thought of never seeing you again made Steve's heart drop to his stomach. He couldn't let that happen, especially not now that he knew how you really felt about him. He couldn't lose you.

The rescue team made the trip in record time. When they arrived, Steve discovered that Sam, Bucky and Natasha were safe, waiting for backup on the jet. However, you were nowhere to be found. 

"They have her," was what Natasha replied when he asked about you. His friend kept talking, explaining the details of the mission and how they had ended up in that mess, but Steve didn't listen to her. All he could think about was the immense danger you were in. He barely took time to think of a plan of attack, running into the building without much thought. He was glad he had brought Wanda with him as he watched her use her powers on the Hydra agents that attacked them at the entrance, finishing them off in a matter of seconds. They didn't stand a chance against the witch's powers.

Steve left Wanda, Sam and Natasha to secure the building while he and Bucky went in after you. Together they took out any Hydra agents that got in their way with ease, asking them about you and shooting them when they didn't give them an answer. Steve was beginning to panic, they had gone through most of the building and you were nowhere to be seen. He feared for the worst, thinking they had already gotten rid of you or taken you somewhere else to do who knows what with you.

But then he saw you. You were being carried by a group of men who didn't hesitate to drop you to fight him. You weren't moving and Steve noticed a red stain on the fabric of your suit. Seeing the state you were in only enraged him more, which led him to finish off the Hydra agents much faster. Once everyone was safe he ran to you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" he said as he inspected your wounds. You had bruises and scrapes all over you, though without a doubt the most alarming wound was the gunshot on your abdomen. You seemed to have lost a lot of blood, your pulse was weak and your skin was pale, but you were still alive. "Stay with me, I'm gonna get you out of here."

Bucky helped him carry you to the jet and once you were properly settled he piloted it back to the Avengers compound. Steve stayed by your side the entire trip, tending to your injuries as best he could with the resources he had. He was the one who carried you to the medical wing of the compound and only left your side when you went into surgery, leaving the doctors to save your life while he waited outside, pacing back and forth nervously.

Steve knew you were strong, that you would fight to get through this, but that didn't make the situation any better. He couldn't lose you, not now, not like this. You couldn't leave this world without giving him a chance to tell you how he felt about you. You had to know. He needed to tell you that your smile was the most beautiful smile in the world, that you brightened his day with your melodious laugh and that there was no other person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He needed you to know that you grounded him, that your friendship was what gave him the strength to rebuild his life in the uncertain future he had woken up to. He needed to tell you that he loved you too and that the only thing that stopped him from holding you in his arms and kissing you until he couldn't feel his lips was the fear of rejection, the uncertainty of not knowing if you would feel the same. 

But now because of that message everything had changed. He knew what you felt and he desperately needed to tell you that he felt the same way.

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the bright white light illuminating the room. It hurt your eyes and made it hard to adjust your vision, forcing you to inspect your surroundings with your eyes half closed. When you tried to move you felt a stabbing pain in your abdomen that stopped you immediately, letting out a grunt as you brought your hands to the injured area.

"You gave us a real scare." Steve's deep voice startled you. Looking up, you discovered he was sitting in a chair next to the bed where you were resting. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a train," you answered honestly. Your body felt heavy, your muscles tired as if you had run a marathon. "What happened?"

"You got shot... It was bad, you lost a lot of blood... you were in surgery for hours" he told you, leaning towards you. One of his hands brushed yours, the contact awakening a tingle on your skin. It was as if he couldn't bring himself to take it, his hand hovering over yours as he decided what to do. In the end he ended up entwining his fingers with yours, his eyes resting momentarily on your joined hands before returning to your face. "I was really worried about you." You could tell by the seriousness in his voice that he was being sincere. He still sounded a little scared and worried even though he had you by his side safe and sound.

"You won't get rid of me that easily," you tried to joke to ease the situation, however Steve's expression didn't change.

"Why did you do that?"

"They needed a way out of there."

"So you offered to sacrifice yourself to save the others?" Steve wasn't necessarily angry, but he wasn't happy either. On the scale of all the lectures about being careful on the battlefield and thinking before you act that he'd given you since you'd joined the Avengers, you'd had worse.

"Someone had to do it, we were all gonna die in there otherwise" you shrugged.

"It was reckless!" he exclaimed, unable to believe that you didn't see the gravity of the situation.

"I'd say it was kinda heroic," you muttered, feeling small under Steve's intense gaze.

"You almost died! if I got there a few minutes later..." He couldn't finish the sentence. He didn't want to think about what might have happened if he didn't get there in time to rescue you.

"But I didn't die! I knew you would get there on time." Whether on the battlefield or in your personal life, Steve was always there to save you.

"So what was that text you sent to Wanda? Because it felt a lot like a goodbye to me."

You froze, your eyes wide open in surprise. She told him?

"She told you?" Your voice was barely a whisper, waiting in horror for Steve's reaction to your true feelings for him.

"Actually, you did," he said and you looked at him in confusion. "You got the wrong number."

"Steve, I..." you started to say but didn't know how to finish the sentence. Your mind was blank, your brain frozen in fear. Fear of rejection. Fear that you had ruined your friendship with Steve forever. Fear of the inevitable change that would come with the revelation of the truth. You felt vulnerable, your heart exposed in a way it had never been before. The next words out of Steve's mouth would seal your fate. You could be the happiest person on the planet or the most miserable, it all depended on whether Steve reciprocated your feelings or not. He had too much power over you at that moment and you hated it.

"I love you too" he admitted without giving it a second thought as he saw the terror in your eyes. However, your brain wasn't able to process his words in time.

"I'm sorry, Steve. You weren't supposed to find out this way, I don't know what I was thinking when I sent that text to Wanda. I-" you rambled on, apologizing in anticipation because there was no way he would reciprocate. 

But then his words clicked in your mind.

"Wait, what?" you asked, confusion replacing embarrassment in your voice. Steve let out a chuckle, finding the surprised expression on your face adorable. He didn't understand how you could find it so incredible that he loved you, to be honest, he'd never been very good at hiding it.

"I love you too," Steve repeated with a charming smile plastered on his lips. "And I would appreciate it if you would stay out of harm's way before I can take you to a proper date."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x fem reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel imagines #ro's 600 followers celebration

[theproblemcallednight]

wungo wednesday guys

i’m not ok. im very not ok. this is gonna kill me

spoilers for bsd s5 and maybe 110 but fuck knows wats happening next week

AYA BABY NO

SCREW UR BIO DAD HE CAN GO FUCK HIMSELF IN HELL. GO LIVE W KUNIKIDA AND BRAM

AYYAAAAAAAAAA. she’s my child my kid sister if something bad happens to her i will and i am not joking murder-

nsjsjsjs BRAM MY BOI PROTECT UR DAUGHTER. ILY BOTH TOO MUCH SISIIAJEHJQJSJSJD

omg sigma he’s beautiful

SIGMA RUN RUN RUN THATS A DEMON FROM HELL DONT LET HIM TOUCH U MY GODS DAZ WHAT DID BONES DO TO U

ok daz has a thing for cupping ppls cheeks. i will not eleborate

THIMBS UP????? WAIT TILL A GLOCK IS AT UR HEAD U STUPID BASTARD PEICE OF SHI-

i’m g the one time sigma can b happy 😭😭 he deserve the world wksjdndhd

BITCH. U CRAZY BITCH GET OUT IF HERE W UR DUMBASS ILL LEAVE THE REST TO U GO FACE UR RESPONSIBILITIES U LAZY ASS SACK OF SHIT BEFORE ME AND KUNIKIDA COME BEAT UR ASS

fuck. get out. i’m not crying u r

BOI U TELL HIM SHOOT HIS ANEMIC ASS. bro sigmas trying his best and it shows and i luv him with all my heart omfg

omg my boi

NDJDJDJS AYA YES. bother ur father until he does smth yes girl go go go go slay save the world i believe

oh but u care abt u daughter don’t u. cmon u can’t deny it. ayas ur daughter and there’s nothing u can do abt it

wait i didn’t capture it but she’s says father. so if it’s confirmed that aya is some reincarnation of brams daughter. good to have confirmation

DJDJDJ HE LOOKS SO BABYGIRL. and the way his voice went up omg. fedya baby y r u so fake ily

WHY CANT MY SILLIES COEXIST DAMMIT. CMON PLZ JUS LET THME BE GRUMPY COWORKERS NOT STABBING EACH OTHER

yes i would love to take ibuprofen w u rn i rlly need it

FATHER DAUGHTER IN COOL LIGHTING SJSJDBXBS i’m so normal abt them wdym

oh hi chuu i messed u. plz come back i need a happy ending i beg

ah yes daz being the ass as usual. i’ll let it pass this time tho.

yes the power of friendship will never go wrong skin manifest it bsd magical girls and then they beat fukichis ass

AAAKKFJDJDJD NOOOO DAZ

birch i hate u sm come back to me

bones where r the eyes don’t leave those out u cowards

oh nvm that’s my sleep paralysis demon

ADAM. VERLAINE. WELLS. SOMEONE. SHOW UP AND TANK THE DAMN NUKE PLZZZZZZZZ

BRAM

it’s red for his death 😭😭😭

well. that was a trip. idk what’s happening next week but bones better not fuck it up.

and that’s a wrap from ur tired delulu very upset abt 110 hostess

have a bsd day folks

#that’s not a good thing #bsd is paint and misery and suffering #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bram bsd #aya bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd spoilers #bsd dazai #bsd sigma #bsd bram #bsd 109 #bsd 110 #bsd chuuya #bsd season 5 #dahostcallednight

[mimzalot]

im a pacifist, but... (Claude von Riegan FE3H)

copied over from twitter - written circa 3H, prior to starting 3Hopes

kinda love that Claude is like "I'm as close as you get to a pacifist route, I like to avoid bloodshed" and his right hand man can kill you six ways from Sunday and left hand lady has a giant axe and can KO u in one hit and his named retainer is a war hero and –

not to get into it but imho this is actually a pretty accurate way of how “pacifism” tends to operate. Claude is the ideological focus but the pragmatic approach demands violence. and there's something to look into re: how Hilda, Lorenz, Judith and Nader carry violence in his stead

I think people get into this when they assess Claude bouncing his ideology off Edelgard's violence because that's essentially it - it doesn't mean Claude facilitates this violence, but of course a pacifist angle doesn't exist without something to oppose. so they work in tandem.

Claude deals in violence too, though I think he manages to avoid too much of it - but the necessary violence doesn't go away, and I'm interested in how it then becomes the responsibility of those in his immediate vicinity. some would call that cowardice. and they do!

on the flipside they could call it a sort of moral integrity that's difficult and must be protected. Claude distancing himself from the violence keeps Claude afloat, and they need Claude to keep his clear leadership. so protecting his integrity by violence is... good, then?

in any case I just love the dynamic of compassionate scheming diplomatic leader sitting at the centre of like five murder machines all willing to throw their lives on the line to protect his vision of peace whew yeah that's the good shit

and the best bit is that Claude is under no illusions, so if you consider that Claude always offers an out, and never wants bloodshed, and sees the inherent value of all people, then you gotta wonder whether he's withering away every time someone dies for his cause. aha! eek!

tis a moral conundrum, no?! he needs to empower people to fight for him even if he's morally opposed to the subsequent fighting. Claude doesn't deal in cognitive dissonance so you can rest assured that the violence he inspires is just as internalised as the violence he commits.

how do you sleep at night when you believe whole-heartedly that violence isn't the answer but have to choose that answer anyway? all the lords say "it's necessary" but the other two seem more inclined to say "and it's right" (whether they believe it fully or not) - Claude doesn't

also interesting to me that Lorenz prefers to avoid bloodshed and Hilda just hasn't really thought about it, because I think both of them need that guidance from Claude to avoid falling into that "necessary righteous violence" angle that war-faring Fodlan has BUT IN DOING SO…

they become frightfully powerful allies for Claude that are capable of all the violence, and also, all the sacrifice. so proximity to Claude's pacifist outlook bolsters your willingness to die for Claude, if you wanna look at it that way. damn LMAO that's rough buddy

Claude inspires you to live! and in doing so inspires you to! uh! die. for him, this time. whew. lucky Claude spent most of his upbringing fortifying himself mentally otherwise this spiritual predicament might just kill a guy's spirit haha hee hoo

and I haven't even started on Byleth, where Claude dumps the task of violence AND leadership. he doesn't feel good about it though. and the cool thing there is that Byleth is arguably not into the idea of needless death either, and is OP enough to handle it... which Claude knows.

I guess this is all surmised by the "yet you participate in society! curious!" comic where just because Claude doesn't like a thing doesn't mean he won't utilise every aspect of that thing because that's the resourceful, productive thing to do when faced with unbelievable odds.

addition: this is coming up a lot in the early chapters of Golden Wildfire where Claude is forced to not only respond with violence but facilitate violence among the unwilling Alliance as retaliation to impending war, which is a little moral paradox that really shows how difficult it is to match up ideals and practice.

similarly, I’m keen to get into the idea that an anti-war outlook is also just tactically sound from where Claude stands in the world, regardless of how he might feel about it. of course an Empire will see war as their tactically sound option, whereas an Alliance cant afford that sort of behaviour. it’s an interesting and ongoing exploration of the strength of moral imperative vs. tactics, and where they intersect, falter, thrive, etc.

really chuffed about this and figure I’ll have more to say about it when we reach the end - but it’s early days! Shez is a fascinating addition to this as the ‘merc that needs violence to thrive’ and I’m primed and ready for more intrigue to come.

#fire emblem three houses #claude von riegan #yet again i am forcing myself not to edit my past threads #mimzameta #i realise i shoulda called this a mimzarchive #fe3h #mimzamine

[artemfication]

CW: mentions of death, a little bit of angst, GN reader (if you see any mistakes on that pls tell me!)

“No.”

“I agree, like why would anyone even think of such a thing?!”

Asmodeus shakes his head while polishing his nails with MC and Satan hanging on the opposite couch. Satan reading his book and Y/N having their legs on his lap, while scrolling through their DDD. The subject of the conversation? Lucifer and being datable.

“I mean, I get that he comes off as a so called “gentleman” but I did not forget the fact that he literally tried to kill me god knows how many times!”

“Sweetie, he isn’t worth anyone’s time. If one of us does something, we all collectively get punished and it’s mostly Mammon’s fault.”

“I don’t understand how we even got to this point.“ Satan signs mindlessly trailing his fingers over MC’s legs as he waits for a response.

“I overheard some succubi and witches say how they would love to go out with him some time. They think he would pay for the meal and show up at their door with flowers and treat them well, and I have no doubt he’d do the former two, but the last one?!” Asmo waves his hand in disbelief, almost disappointed that the people he hangs out with are thinking of dating his oldest brother, “whoever even thinks of dating THAT, has no taste.” Satan is rolling his eyes and MC wordlessly plays with his hand that was caressing one of their legs.

Hanging out with Satan and Asmo is always a delight. Asmo always knows all the tea on the gossip that goes around RAD, while Satan is simply very comforting to be around when in need of some physical affection. Not that he allows just anyone, but it helps him keep his cool as well.

“It just feels weird, the idea of Lucifer dating someone…y’know…I can’t imagine him showing physical affection in general…’ MC and Satan shiver in disgust by the thought of it, while Asmodeus scrunches up his nose in disapproval. The conversation wasn’t even about Lucifer. They were first talking about some of Asmodeus’ past flings, annoying traits people would have while in a relationship, the pros and cons of friend with benefits, the way people flirt and eventually they started talking about what type of boyfriends the demon brothers would be as well as Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos and Diavolo. However…they got stuck on Lucifer.

“Well, if that dude ever wants to date someone, I’m tapping out immediately.’ MC announces and gets an offended groan in response from Satan.

‘Excuse me, you’re already mine!?’

“I know, I know, I was just hypothetically speaking. I wouldn’t want to date someone who has tried to kill me several times…same reason why I would never date Belphie, even though we’re on good terms now.” MC runs their fingers through Satan’s hair to assure him they aren’t serious and he contently leans into their touch.

“Aawh look at you two being all lovey dovey~! Did you guys know you’re “that” couple around RAD?”

“What do you mean?” Satan asks a little confused. Did they do something weird?

“I mean that everyone envies what you have! You two are the perfect example of a wholesome and cute relationship. I hear the witches from class B talking a lot about how they’re still single and can’t find the perfect one. Saying how lucky you are to be with Satan and vice versa.”

“The same witches who have their eyes on Lucifer?”

“No they’re the potion club witches, I was talking about the design class witches.” Asmo corrects MC who signs in relief. Every time people compare Satan to Lucifer and vice versa, it always ends up with Satan getting an outburst. They’re milder when MC is near to ground him, but it’s still not easy to prevent at least a few things from breaking.

‘So what we concludes from this is…Lucifer isn’t exactly bitchless. But he is just no dating material.”

“Who said I’m no dating material?” MC let’s out a small scream and almost crawls into Satan’s lap to shield themselves away from the oldest of the brothers who just happened to walk into the livingroom.

“C’mon Lucifer, everyone knows you’re not one to commit yourself to someone unless it’s Lord Diavolo…”

“Are you implying something?!”

“I promise we don’t mind! To each their own! Nothing wrong with different preferences, you know I’m an open minded guy like that. I myself am attracted to anything pretty no matter the gender.” Asmo shrugs nonchalantly as he waves his hand to let the polish dry. Lucifer signs in disappointment, clearly not having it. He wonders why it even matters to them that he is single and has no interest in a relationship. Well…not after the fourth-born took the only person he harbored feelings for. He would never admit it out loud, but he always knew they wouldn’t choose him. He never apologized for his actions nor would his pride ever allow him to do so. After a while he got over it, but he has yet to meet someone like MC.

“I’m just not interested, that’s all. Why would I waste my time on such trivial things. I have more important matters to attend to.”

“Such as Lord Diavolo?” Satan snorts receiving a glare in return.

“Keep going like that and you’ll be the one hanging upside down on the ceiling like your brother.”

“Alright, alright, that’s enough. Hey, didn’t we make a reservation at the cat café?” MC shushes the brothers by distracting Satan who nods eagerly and immediately takes their hand to guide them out of the livingroom and go to the said café. Lucifer watches the exchange student leave until they’re out of his sight and Asmodeus lets out an all-knowing hum.

“You’re over it, hm?”

“Shut up.”

“I know that look all too well. It’s a shame your pride got in the way.”

Yes. It was indeed a shame he was the avatar of Pride…

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer angst #i love putting lucifer and angst together

[good-beans]

You know what I realized today? I've gathered from dashboard osmosis that the inmates in Milgram are being judged for deaths they're responsible for that don't qualify as murder in a legal sense, right? So... Mondo could totally be an inmate in Milgram World. I don't really know where I'm going with this, but... thoughts on him as an inmate? Like, how might his crimes get treated by the narrative? What music style and symbolism might they use in his videos? (Are there different musical styles? I haven't actually listened to the songs...) Sorry for sticking my special little guy in here lmao, I promise that I'm doing it in a "I'm walking my Littlest Pet Shops through your Barbie Dreamhouse" sorta way.

YES we are mushing our toys together and having a good time :’D Omg always stick your special little guy here!

And that’s exactly it! Five of the prisoners should have been charged with homicide though they have very emotionally charged situations, but the other five have pretty standard lives except that they indirectly/unconventionally took a life – so he would 100% fit. (There’s also a theory I really like that characters only end up in the prison if they personally feel guilty of murder, so it’d work that he felt like he killed someone so he found himself there.) 

He’d have such cool symbols in his video ooh... The videoa have a mix of actual scenes of reality along with a more dreamscape-type area. So you’d have moments from the night of the accident, but he could also be riding his bike surrounded by stylized open highways, traffic lights/signage, car lights, and cityscapes that reveal his recklessness/relationships. Or if those are too similar, his dreamscape could also be a garage where he’s working on – or smashing – his bike. Most characters have a single simple image that's their major symbol, I think his would be a red traffic light.

(I can't think of anything clever at the moment but there could also be a lot to work with for diamonds symbolizing something tough/hard, valuable, and visually distracting)

The songs are all generally pop-y, but there are definitely distinct genres for each character which is super fun! (I do recommend giving the soundtrack a listen even if you don’t get into the story side – all the season 2 songs SLAP lol) And I swear I'm not just saying this because he's my favorite, but Mondo would definitely fit Fuuta’s vibes. It’s the whole “I’m a tough guy and I’ll kick your fucking ass, (but deep down I am actually very human and scared and feel immense guilt over this!!” thing. Bring it On is his more confident intro song and Backdraft is after he’s a bit more fucked up and feeling scared/guitly. 

Story-wise, I think he’d also be pretty similar to Fuuta in that his toughness would put people off at first. There are three seasons/trials (we’re in the middle of the second one rn), and I think his first voice drama would be full of aggression, and then his song would reveal he’s in a gang – causing the audience to think he was just a loudmouthed delinquent needing to be brought down a notch, and vote him guilty. But then season 2 he hits ‘em with the fact that the gang had nothing to do with the death, and it was in fact love that caused it all, and he's a lot more complex. And maybe it’s held off until s3 to reveal it was his own brother, giving that final twist of the knife. From some of the opinions I’ve seen so far, it seems like he’d get a good reception and may make it out! (Though you could stay true to his original tragedy and take the possibility that his final verdict would be guilty :( )

I would walk my barbies back into your littlest pet shop area, but I mean, the main Milgram high schooler character did stab a girl in broad daylight, so I don’t think there’d be much of an interesting investigation there… 😂

#milgram doesnt have any characters shown driving so weve had no roadway/mechanic/city images like that #i think itd work really well! #not like dizzying -- but a lot of motion #fast-paced imagery that the fans need to pause every frame to analyze each passing car #not to be a person making a butter joke but some of the videos have really good food symbolism #if events played out differently he definitely could have had really neat food/melting imagery #fuuta has one of the indirect murders (harassed/doxxed someone online and they died in result) so i dont know howd he be in danganronpa lol #im also thinking about how his jacket would be replaced by a prison-uniform-jacket and the belts could be arranged in a cool #circle/compass on the back... #i have a playlist of all the songs in order if you ever want but its all on their channel as well #thanks pal! sorry it got a bit long -- it was a lot of fun to think about haha! #milgram #danganronpa #ask

[nick-close]

(/pos) I do genuinely like wondering what nick-close is up to— how the editing project is going, if the body pillow is commissioned— and then seeing you tear Ron apart for his behavior asgjm. I’m a fan of Ron, but fundamentally he is an ass, especially early on and even to Glenn, who is king of minding his own business and keeping opinions to himself in contrast.

That said and asking out of my own curiosity, what is your opinion on Ron and Glenn’s friendship, especially after the MB prison arc? The story has Ron being the first to hug Glenn after prison and defending Glenn wanting to kill his father, amongst how I interpret Ron’s response to Glenn’s death. Do you feel like Ron makes up for his earlier behavior towards Glenn? (I feel like Ron could have always done more, but I would like to hear how a Glenn fan interprets it.)

Oh I do actually like Ron that’s the secret plot twist!!! Even if it doesn’t sound like it sometimes lol.

To be honest, I actually think despite being upset at the whole battleaxe thing from Ron, Glenn is consistently Ron’s best friend when it comes to the series! Like he does the least amount of shit to him in my eyes. And especially after the MB arc, like you said- not only do we see Ron hug Glenn first, but Ron also specifically keeps Glenn as himself in his mind when the other two are dogs. I know that might’ve been a goof, but that’s still meaningful.

I think that ultimately Ron thinks Glenn is cool. And I think that they have a connection in the way that like… Henry needs to talk out issues all the time, Darryl wants problem solve- but Ron and Glenn ultimately don’t try to discuss or solve each others problems. I especially bring this up when the other two are dogs- it’s a way of specifically avoiding long conversation around the trauma he endured to just have somebody there for them. Ron and Glenn both just like being around somebody else- that’s what they need. Ron might make an out of place comment from time to time- but still.

I think Ron did suck towards Glenn early on, he sucked towards everyone- and I haven’t done a full relisten so I could be missing something. But I do think that their relationship is ultimately very positive in a way that they both need from somebody. I also think that neither of them are very judgemental? As much as I love Henry and Darryl, to again use them as an example- if you tell them some heavy trauma it’s still gonna make them uncomfortable. Like they don’t know how to talk about that right away. They know the realistic implications of what you said. I think Ron doesn’t get the real implications- which actually makes him view Glenn’s trauma in a much lighter way? Which, that can be shitty if it’s used to undermine him- but I think it’s actually good when it comes to Glenn- who’s main coping mechanism is making light or jokes off of his own trauma. Sometimes you need someone to play along instead of get awkward, quiet, and apologetic.

I think Glenn is a similar way with Ron too- though he is more grounded. Like he does get that it’s fucked up- but above that he’s an expert at not killing the vibes. Again, not always a good thing- but Ron has Henry and Darryl for the emotional side of things and Glenn- despite popular opinion- knows when to shut up. Glenn is very good at shutting up when it’s not his time to speak. If Ron needs to address some shit, he knows Henry can do a better job- but if Ron clearly doesn’t wanna deal with that? He’s the guy to lighten a dark situation.

Those are my thoughts, thank you for the ask!! Sorry for my Ron posting lol I like him I promise <3

#this is so fuckimg longim sorry #asks #this was a really good ask tho #I love talking about the podcast <333 #thank u!!!! #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads odyssey #dndads s1 #glenn close #ron stampler

[hahahax30]

Blood like Magic and why I’ll be considering myself a hater

@tea-and-a-clandestine-agenda

I’m going to start off by saying I’m 90% into the book, meaning I haven’t finished it yet but I know enough about it to criticise the fuck out of it. This is going to contain spoilers lol.

Firstly, that book cover is absolutely gorgeous. This book does have one (1) good thing and it is the very talented illustrator who created the cover —whoever they are, I applaud them because they made Voya look cool and not irritating and dumb.

The premise of the book is interesting. We’re in a near-future Toronto where witch communities exist. Now, these witches are unique in how their characteristic bit of magic is granted to them by their ancestors after they have their first Bleeding (aka period for whoever has a uterus and very gross eye-and-ear bleeding for whoever doesn’t). The process through which a witch acquires their unique magic goes as follows: after the Bleeding, one of their ancestors Call them, set a trial for them and if they pass, good for them! They have their magic now! If they don’t pass, they don’t get magic and are thus seen as pariahs by their fellow witches. Now, enter Voya Thomas. She’s part of Toronto’s Black witch community and has both African and Trinidadian ancestry —also, she likes to cook, a lot, food is her life and the very air she breathes. Voya has had her Bleeding and is Called by ‘Mama Jova’ —an ancestor who lived as a slave in Antebellum America and died being whipped to death by her enslavers after the love of her life was murdered. Mama Jova tells Voya she needs to ‘destroy her first love’; otherwise, her whole family will lose their magic and her little sister, whose life is tethered to that magic, will die. Therefore, Voya starts a journey trying to find her first love in Luc (a guy she meets in a conference at this mega-important company).

My first problem with the book is the very basis on which the plot stands. Never will I believe that a woman who saw her lover being murdered (and also who sacrificed herself in order to help other enslaved people escape their enslavers) entreated her descendant to ruin someone they hold close to their hearts. How? Just how? It’s stupid, it doesn’t make sense. She died saving other people and now she wants her descendant to suffer much like she did and she wants her descendant to orchestrate that? And she’s going as far as to promising to kill a child and ruin what she died to protect in order to get her way? I call bullshit. Utter, fucking bullshit. Mama Jova’s a joke, I tell you.

I tried to look pass that because this is the author’s debut novel and it has a high rating on Goodreads, though. I thought Mama Jova didn’t really mean what she asked Voya to do… but she did, and Voya handled it all in such a fucking stupid way. I can’t with her.

Okay, so in the process of trying to determine how she’s going to approach her task Voya:

Falls in love with Luc

Finds out that Luc’s ‘sponsor dad’ (aka the CEO of the mega-important company Luc works in, who is called, in-text, a neo-coloniser because he brought Luc to Canada from Mexico in order to brainwash him about the importance of his company) was responsible for the death of her forgotten aunt and the near-downfall of her whole community

Realises that Mama Jova wasn’t only referring to her first romantic love, but to her first platonic love, too, meaning that now Voya needs to choose whether to destroy Luc or her cousin Keis (aka her best friend)

Realises that Mama Jova’s ‘destroy’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘kil’: it can also mean ‘ruin their life’ which is so much better, right? Agh, Mama Jova is so charitable!

All throughout the book, Keis is Voya’s biggest support. She’s someone who wants to look beyond her witch identity and wants to get an education! She wants to work! Be independent! Be free from her family’s limitations! Towards the end of the book, Keis achieves just what she wants in the form of an internship in the mega-important company.

Now, if Voya were to choose to ruin Luc’s life, that would mean he wouldn’t be able to inherit his sponsor dad’s mega-important company (and spoiler: the sponsor dad is the bad guy of the story); if Voya were to choose to ruin Keis’s life, that would mean she would be trapped in her house forever, unable to forge herself a future, not even allowed to step foot out of her house. Luc is well-off, and having spent virtually all his formative years in the mega-important company, he can easily get a position elsewhere. Keis comes from a working-class family and having her life ruined = depending on her family for the rest of her life + not being allowed to leave her house.

So, Voya, as the paragon of common sense, chooses to *insert Semana Santa drums rolling* RUIN KEIS’S LIFE. I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH, SHE DAMNED HER BEST FRIEND AND COUSIN TO LIVING IN A PRISON ALL HER LIFE.

Her argument? ‘She’ll survive uwu’

Luc, obviously, won’t survive a life without his privileges.

Be fucking for real.

I hate this so much. So fucking much. And do you know what happens just after she ruins her cousins life? Luc’s sponsor dad kidnaps her whole family! Because you know he’s the villain! Voya could’ve killed him and she chose to imprison her cousin!

The last 10% of the book will tackle that, I suppose. Depending on how bad it’s handled I will choose whether to read the next book or not.

Now, ✨a list of the things I’m petty about✨

The family dynamic -> Voya’s family is comprised of: her cousin Keis, Kei’s twin sister Keisha (fun fact! Keis’s full name is also Keisha), her other cousin Alex, her mother, her father, her father’s current wife (this is a huge side-eye ngl), her half-sister (aka the one who could’ve died), Keis’s mother and father (who are divorced) and her grandmother (the matriarch of the family). The family has a lot of members, is somewhat messy, and I couldn’t connect with any of the characters. Also, you wouldn’t caught me dead living under the same roof with my divorced husband; I’m sorry but wtf

The technology -> just no. In this near-future Canada people can rate each other, find each other’s location with a click and more things out of that one Black Mirror episode, and no one bats an eyelash at this. If this is were the future I’m supposed to be an adult in, I promise I would commit a very rash decision and fling myself out my window, sorry not sorry. Morally, I’m against every technological advancement that this books stands for and it’s making me sick that the hyper-digitalisation is never discussed in anything but a bad light

People go around with a pronoun tags and they introduce themselves with a ‘hello my name is xyz and my pronouns are something/other’ and yet you have to show whether you have XX or XY chromosomes in your ID card? I’m sorry but we don’t showcase someone’s genetic makeup today, why would a more progressive society do it? What I’m going to say is going to sound horrible, but it just feels like a way to thrust in unnecessary transphobia for sake’s sake (I should add that the author’s cis)

Food -> Voya loves food, so much so that she makes her internal dialogue all about food. She could be describing a scene where Mama Jova or another person are being whipped to almost death and she would be comparing their blood to a crème brûlée or something. In fact, there are whipping scenes in the book and I believe she does compare them to food. It’s exhausting. She makes her whole personality about food and it’s exhausting

So-called impure witches -> the witch community is divided into impure witches (who kill and torture in order to gain heightened magic) and pure witches (who don’t) and I hate the very existence of impure witches. Apparently they pick their victims at random and that’s supposed to be fine by us? Voya’s family is one of pure witches, but still it makes me queasy how her internal dialogue somewhat implies that impure witches are uwu not that bad

There’s a line about a gay witch having used in-vitro fertilisation and surrogacy to have like six children. It made me uncomfortable because I’m very hesitant about surrogacy + apparently his children don’t want to know about their mothers, which seems like a very out-of-touch conception of surrogacy and other types of unconventional ways of starting a family. Idk, I’m on adoptee TikTok and it’s made me think about these things

I don’t like any of the characters aside from Keis and maybe Luc

#bookblr #blood like magic

[casp1an-sea]

STAR WARS But Better Part 10

FINAL PART

I know this one is a bit longer but 10 is a nice number so oh well

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

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(Meanwhile Luc finds an empty X-wing)

Luc: Am I supposed to get into this?

Flight crew worker: Where's your flight suit?

Luc: Look you guys have really poor management. I don't know what I’m supposed to be doing.

Flight Crew worker: (Hastily shoves an ugly orange jumpsuit into Luc’s arms) Quick get ready and get in that X-wing. (Points to the one Luc was standing by which now has R2D2 in the droid compartment) Your call sign is Red 5, may the force be with you! (Runs off)

Luc: (Drops the flight suit on the floor) Ew. (Begins climbing into the cramped cockpit of the X-wing, only puting the helmet on because the suit was ugly) This place will be receiving a 1 star review!

(R2 beeps in agreement) [Side note while in the X-wing you can understand R2 because the ship translates his beeps)

Luc: Yeah R2! Agree with me because I’m always right!

(R2 beeps the equivalent of Yeah! Lets blow those MFs out of the sky!)

Luc: Oh! Okay then.

(Luc closes the X-wing hatch and straps into the ship)

Obi-wan: The force will be with you always.

Luc: Gramps? What the heck?! (Looking around but it was only a voice)

(There is no response)

Luc: I’ve got an old grandpa haunting me, that's fun.

(A few moments later the possy of x-wings arrive at the death star which is now only minutes from being in range with the rebel base.)

Red Leader: All fighters report in

Red ten: Red ten standing by

Red seven: Red seven standing by

Biggs: Red three standing by

Porkins: Red six standing by

Wedge: Red two standing by

Red eleven: Red eleven standing by

Luc: Ayo what’s popping!

Red leader: (Sternly) Call sign please

Luc: Red five, Jeez bestie.

Red leader: Lock S-foils in attack position. We’re passing through their magnetic field hold tight… okay switch deflectors on! Double Front!

Luc: (Ignoring every order and pressing random buttons) Uh… they should really provide tutorials for these things. 

(R2 beeps and makes the ship do what it’s supposed to)

Luc: Alright then, you fly, I’ll shoot. (Grasps the gun controls)

(R2 beeps happily and steers the x-wings towards the other X-wings)

(The ships come up on the death star)

Wedge: Look at the size of that thing

Luc: Yhea and I already escaped it because I’m cool like that.

Red Leader: Cut the chatter Red 2 and 5

Luc: Okay mom (Rolls eyes)

(Some war talk between old men who cares it just means the fight is starting)

Luc: (Makes a nose dive toward the action) YEAH LETS MURDER THESE GUYS!

Red Leader: I did not give you author-

Luc: Don’t care bye loser (Speeds off into the fight)

(Luc blows up some satellite dishes or something)

Dude in the Yavin war room: Enemy fighters coming your way pilots.

(A group of tie fighters appear one on Bigg’s tail)

Luc: Big man you got a little something behind you.

Biggs: Where? I can’t see it!

(The tie-fighter fires at biggs and misses)

Biggs: I can’t shake em! (Dives towards the Death star)

Luc: (Leasuraly flying upside down) Man I really have to do everything! (Follows behind the Tie chasing biggs. Luc fires and hits) Yeah take that loser!

(Vader is piloting one of the Ties he breaks off and begins following Luc)

Biggs: Watch it wormie!

Wedge: Careful Luc!

(One of the ties hits luc’s hull)

Luc: Hey, Don't touch me without consent! R2 turn the ship around I need to kill someone

Biggs: Luc you turn around you die

Luc: (Hmph) fine!

Red Leader: Red five where are you?

Luc: Uh trying not to die?

Red leader: Well get over here

Luc: I’m contemplating mutiny

Biggs: They have a fighter on their tail we can’t get over there red leader

Luc: Ugh I can’t shake this stupid fighter

Wedge: I got him! (Shoots the tie and Biggs joins in the blaster fire)

Luc: Jeez, is he dead yet?

Wedge: I think so

Luc: Good.

( Gold leader goes into the tench to try and blow up the death star and dies)

Luc: Wow sucks to suck

Red Leader: Re group

Luc: What if I don’t want to?

Red Leader: I can have you court martialed for insubordination

Luc: Oh I’m definitely committing mutiny! (Reluctantly re groups)

(Red leader goes into the trench to blows up the death star, misses, and dies)

Luc: Yeah and stay dead!

Biggs: What your saying could be considered treason

Luc: Good! I hate him. Once this is over I’m gonna stomp on his grave… Now what?

Wedge: I don’t know you’re the boss

Luc: What? Why?

Biggs: You’re the main character

Luc: Fair enough… uhhhhhh, let’s blow up the death star I guess

Biggs: Alright we're going in

Luc: I can’t decide whether I like being in charge or not, never mind I do. Wedge do a backflip with your X-wing.

Wedge: What?! Were in the middle of a war I could die.

Luc: I don’t care!

Wedge: Fine! (Quickly flips his ship)

(The three dive into the trench, the X-wings following close.)

Wedge: There to close I can’t stay

Luc: Okay coward bye we don’t like you!

(Wedge leaves. Luc gets their shot lined up as the ties close in on Biggs. Vader pulls the trigger and blows up biggs)

Luc: Big man? (Turns and sees he’s dead) Well slay literally.

(3 tie fighters charge down the trench towards luc. Vader is in the middle, his sights locked on the X-wing.

Luc: Great guess I have to be the protagonist now! (Aims toward the exhaust port on the death star getting ready to fire.)

Ghosti-wan: use the force luc…

Luc: (Looks up at the stars seeing no one) Gramps can you stop doing that this is really a bad time?

Ghosti-wan: let go…

Luc: Hey when where you gonna tell me you were suicidal?

Ghosti-wan: LET GO!

Luc: Alright jeez! (Let’s go off the controls) Jesus take the wheel!

Ghosti-wan: No, not literally! Meantaly.

Luc: Well maybe you should try being more clear! (Luc shuts off their targeting computer, grips the guns and closes their eyes allowing the force to flow through them.)

Vader: The force is strong with this one…

Rebel guy in the base: Their computer is off. Luc your targeting computer is off! What’s wrong?

Luc: Nothing! Leave me alone! (returns to the zone)

(Vader locks onto Luc’s ship and fires hitting R2)

Luc: Well guess I have to learn to fly now!

Ghosti-wan: USE THE FORCE

Luc: OKAY! I get it!

 (They close their eyes again and their body subconsciously flies the ship via the force bc Luc is just amazing like that)

(On the death star)

Imperial Officer: Rebel base in range.

Tarkin: You may fire when ready!

(The death star begins powering up seconds away from firing. Will Luc make the shot? Will Vader kill them??? OH THE SUSPENSE!)

Vader: (Lines up a shot) I have you now!

(The two other tie-fighters close in on Luc as well making it impossible to escape)

Luc: Well I guess I die now!

(Suddenly Vader takes a surprise hit from a ship flying in from above sending him spinning through space)

Vader: What.

(The Falcon flies above the trench. It dives into the trench on a crash course with the remaining tie fighters. Scared the pilots fall for the trick and accidentally crash into each other as they try to evade the Falcon)

Han: (Over the Com) Yahoo! You’re all clear kid now let's blow this thing and go home!

(Luc stretches out with the force and at the last second fires. Both torpedoes make it in and the two ships fly away from the death star as fast as they can. Flying through space with the giant explosion behind them.)

(As they fly back to the base)

Han: Great kid! That shot was 1 in a million!

Ghosti-wan: Remember the force will be with you… always…

Luc: Yeah great I blew up the death star but can someone please tell this ghost to stop stalking me and giving me cryptic messages! It’s kinda annoying.

Han: What?!

Luc: Nevermind your brain would never be able to process the information

Han: I feel like that's an insult

Luc: I don’t know

(The ships land back on Yavin four with the rest of the rebels bc somehow not everyone died)

Leia: Luc! Luc! Luc!

(She throws her arms around both Han and Luc. Luc is disgusted and attempts to get away from Leia's grasp.)

Luc: (Peals Leia’s arm off of them) We’re not that close! DON’T touch me!

Leia: Oh I’m sorry. I’m just excited! We actually did it!

Han: We? What did you do?

Leia: Alright fine Luc actually did it!

Han: Hey!

Luc: Yeah that’s right! Han doesn’t exist!

Leia: (To Han) I will say I’m shocked you came back

Han: Hey I wasn’t gonna let them have all the glory

Luc: Chewie talked him into it

Han: Well maybe… but I’m here nonetheless.

Leia: (Sarcastically) I’m so happy! 

Han: Hey what’d I do

Leia: I’m kidding I’m glad you came back

Luc: I’m not!

(He ignores Luc’s remark, turning to Threepio who is running around frantically)

Threepio: OH DEAR OH DEAR! R2 why must you always get yourself into trouble!

Han: What’s wrong with him?

Luc: His bestie got shot

Threepio: Sir Sir! Do you think they can repair him? I’ll gladly donate any parts he may need.

Luc: I don’t know I’m not a mechanic why are you asking me? Still I like that little guy. TECHNICIAN?!

Technician: He’ll be fine

Threepio: Oh thank the maker!

Luc: Threepio you should audition for a soap opera

Threepio: Oh I’m not very good at performing sir.

Luc: Mhm…

  (Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main 

               temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners 

               are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the 

               beautiful Princess Leia. Luc and the others solemnly 

               march up the long aisle and kneel in front of the princess (Except for Luc who definitely stands). From 

               one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired 

               Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to 

               an equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the 

               whole event. Chewbacca is confused (Why? Idk that’s just what the script says). Dodonna and several other 

               dignitaries sit on the left of Princess Leia. Leia is 

               dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.  

               She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He 

               winks at her. )

Luc: (mumbles) EW

(She then repeats the ceremony with Luc. They turn and face the assembled 

               troops, who all bow before them.

Luc: YES BOW TO ME PEASANTS! 

(Chewbacca growls and R2 beeps with happiness. Luc notices that Chewie does not have a medal. They have a genius Idea. They walk away from their position in the middle of the ceremony and go over to Han. Han gives them a confused look then they grab Han’s medal and rip it from his neck)

Han: (Trying to get his medal back from the gremlin) Hey! What’s the big Idea.

(Luc happily skips over Chewie's attempts to put it around Chewie's neck, decides they're too short and hands it to him instead.)

Luc:(Hands chewie the medal)  Here! (Innocent smile)

(Chewie puts the medal on shrugging as Han stands shocked behind his friend. Luc returns to their spot as if nothing happens and there is some awkward silence followed by awkward clapping and finally and that’s where our story ends… for now.)

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Nap Time, ASP Garu!

Ok, I really need to stop being such a pushover for Lan, but when she graces us with so many lovely doodles, it’s hard to say no. Plus I kind of made her cry so to make up for it, she requested this fluffy piece as a response to the adorable Dhruya doodle she created:

Here you go Lan @burningsheepcrown​! Hope you like it. 

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“I think that piece of cardboard over there is more relaxed than you right now.” Came the grating voice of the bane of Dhruva’s existence, and it blocked his sun too.

“Shut up.” He bit out as he threw an arm over his eyes.

“No seriously, I think that is less likely to break if someone were to touch it compared to you.”

Curling his lip in a snarl, Dhruva blindly grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it in the direction the voice was coming from.

The voice had the audacity to laugh at him. Prick. “Really ASP garu? I’m surprised you are capable of such childish sensibilities!”

Dhruva felt the vein in his forehead throbbing. 

He sat up, whipping off the sunglasses he had been napping with. Trying to nap with. Relaxing. Fine just laying there praying sleep would come and wondering why he was doing that at the beach rather than in his comfortable bed. And ignoring the part that sounded just like the voice currently taunting him. 

“Daya, seriously. You told me to take the day off and relax at the beach. That is what I am doing. What more do you want?”

Daya, the utter bastard, merely smirked at him. “Oh ASP garu, if that is what you think relaxing looks like, that is a sad definition indeed. Luckily for you, I am more than happy to educate you on the finer points.”

Saying so, the man threw himself to Dhruva’s side, practically landing in his lap. Dhruva clenched his fists to resist the urge to shove the other man’s face in the sand.

“Now, lie down.”

Dhruva looked at the man incredulously, only to be met with an expectant raise of the eyebrow. “No.”

Daya poked at his side, “Come on!”

Dhruva batted the hand away, baring his teeth at him, but Daya just grinned at him. Ugh. “If I do will you go away?”

“Nope!” Daya replied, popping the ‘p’.

Clenching his jaw, Dhruva went to lie on his back, feeling as stiff as Daya had accused him of being. Who could blame him though? This was not comfortable? And Daya was so close, he could feel the man like a giant space heater by his side. He scrunched his eyes, only to open them when he felt a single finger trace his hairline. It sent a shiver racing through him. He felt his breath catch in his chest.

Daya was half horizontal, propped up by one elbow, his large bulk hiding the pair from whoever was approaching them from the west. He also had one hand curled around Dhruva’s face, and was looking at him with this mix of fondness and amusement. He was still … caressing Dhruva’s face with his damn finger. Dhruva wanted to bite it.

“Daya…”

Daya shushed him. “Just close your eyes you fool.”

“Take your hands off me.” Dhruva said, though it sounded more like a plea. Thankfully Daya obeyed. The man instead stretched out beside them, the towel Dhruva had been laying on far too small to accommodate both of them. Dhruva felt sweat gather at his forehead. And the cool breeze that fluttered over them just made the feeling worse. Shit, was he coming down with a fever?

“You are still laying there stiffer than the piece of wood, Dhruva.”

“I don’t- there is work to do.” Dhruva stammered.

Daya scoffed besides him, rolling over to look at him. Dhruva turned his head. How did a grown ass man have eyes that took up half his face?

“We finished the case. It is wrapped up. You locked the jail cell after you put the guy in there. And there will always be cases. So what? Are you planning on actually killing yourself by working yourself to death?”

Dhruva looked to the cloudy sky again. It seemed like it would rain in the evening. He stayed quiet, and Daya let him take his time. Finally Dhruva sighed, “No.”

Daya snapped his fingers in front of Dhruva’s face, making him blink and go cross-eyed. When he turned to Daya, annoyed, the man was biting his lip and looking at him with a cute expression.

“Sorry, just checking you are actually human.”

Dhruva scowled and went to get up, only to get poked in the side. Dhruva turned to scold Daya, but the other man did not let him get a second word out before he was on him, tickling him mercilessly.

“Daya!”Dhruva shouted and tried to grapple Daya, but Daya had the size advantage, and started off on top. He was relentless, only letting up when tears were streaming down Dhruva’s face, and an involuntary smile was plastered on his face. Dhruva managed to flip them, Daya exhaling with a gasp as he hit the sand. It was going to be everywhere. He would need to wash his hair before bed.

Both men’s chests were heaving as they tried to catch their breaths, Daya’s eyes alight with delight as Dhruva was failing to contain his smile. “I should arrest you, you idiot.”

“On what grounds?” Daya playfully asked, fingers starting to draw patterns on Dhruva’s thighs which were straddling his waist. Dhruva really should tell him to stop.  

“Assault on a superior officer.” Dhruva said imperiously.

Daya snorted. “You think too much of yourself.”

And then Daya flipped them back on the top, leaving Dhruva breathless as he collapsed on top on.

Dhruva tried to maintain his frown, but looking at Daya, who was now resting his chin on Dhruva’s sternum, Dhruva fell back instead.

“There we go, see, you don’t break if you let go of some of your tension.” Daya cooed at him.

Dhruva gave him the middle finger, prompting the other man to laugh. And then Daya was squirming on top of Dhruva, leading to very mixed reactions from his body as he tried to push at Daya.

“Stop!” Dhruva complained when the other man tucked his hand around Dhruva, “what are you trying to do?”

“Rearranging you to be a more comfortable body pillow. Now stay, you are surprisingly soft despite the muscle.”

Dhruva felt flushed. Especially in his cheeks. Damn it he should really check for a fever when this idiotic exercise was over.

“Get off, you are heavy.”

“You’re hurting my feelings Bangaram.” Great, now his heart was starting to skip too. Maybe he should just go to the doctor instead. Why did Daya insist on calling him such ridiculous things?

“Daya!”

“Not so loud ASP garu, what if someone came to check on us?” Daya asked conspiratorially. Then he leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Dhruva’s cheek, leaving the man gaping.

“Now, just enjoy the precious evening we have left before Maruti sticks his overflowing pile of cases on our desks.”

Dhruva’s mind felt like a tornado was at the edges of his consciousness. He grabbed onto the one hook Daya had thrown him.

“You said we finished all the paperwork! I swear I can’t trust you for-” Dhruva’s words were muffled as Daya covered his mouth with his hand.

“Firstly, I did finish all the paperwork for our case. Second, you are hurting my feelings a lot ASP, I expect at least a dinner and a kulfi to make up for it. Thirdly, I did tell Maruti he can also take a half-day for all his hard work recently. And finally, shut up so I can sleep, I finally got you comfortable.” Daya listed from his position of Dhruva’s chest.

Dhruva tried to scold, but it did seem like Daya had taken care of everything. Plus being sandwiched between the sun-warmed sun, and a sprawled Daya really did make him see the appeal of taking it easy.

Taking a deep breath (or as much of one as he could manage with Daya on top of him), Dhruva closed his eyes. He had a pretty good feeling Daya was stretching the truth of at least one of his points, but that was future Dhruva’s problem. The current Dhruva yawned and settled properly for a nap. Less stiffly than a piece of cardboard this time.

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Did I get their voices right? I feel I am still not keyed in on their characterizations. Or dynamics. 

Feedback is appreciated!!

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