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an; Joel has completely overtaken my brain and I'm not mad about it. I kept thinking about how Joel would feel about being approached, and openly desired after everything that happens between game one and game two-although here, he doesn't lie to Ellie. (I won't say more in case anyone hasn't seen the full play through but iykyk) Enjoy a semi-well adjusted Joel. Thanks to @wheresarizona for talking me through this💜 and to @foli-vora for being the bestest cheerleader 💜

reblogs are appreciated

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ no minors, big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, creampie, a few spanks, generally clueless Joel, Ellie being a little shit (affectionately) alcohol, let me know if I missed any!

Masterlist part 2

He’d barely taken a sip of his drink when she sat down at his booth.

“Hi.” She smiled brightly, mischief and amusement shining in her pretty eyes. He frowned at her.

“Hi-” He took a look around, vaguely wondering if she’d mistaken him for someone else but she pressed on, introducing herself.

“Now’s when you’d introduce yourself back.” Her smile remained, her eyes scanning him, something like interest arranging itself on her features.

“I’m Joel.” He straightened out, watching her with growing confusion.

“Hi Joel, it’s nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand, waiting for him patiently. He obliged, giving hers a firm shake.

“You need somethin’?” His tone was neutral, maybe a bit gruff but she laughed.

“Depends. You offering anything?” She bit her lip, her drink grasped against her chest and for the first time in years Joel was shocked into silence. She was flirting with him.

“I–uh, I’m good.” He kicked himself mentally. It wasn’t how he’d meant to decline, she wasn’t deterred though, instead she rose, smile still present.

“Come find me if you change your mind.” She winked then, and disappeared through the crowd. Leaving him with his drink, and his thoughts.

You asked about him as you went about your day, bringing him up as casually as you could with your hands elbow deep in the dirt.

“Joel? Joel Miller?” Tommy had been looking for Maria, overhearing you mention his name.

“Joel yes, not sure about his last name-” He was smiling curiously and it clicked. “Is he your brother?”

“Well, if we’re thinkin’ of the same guy then yes. Big, grumpy old man? Grey hair? Sour expression?” The horse he was leading knickered softly behind him.

“Gorgeous older man, broad as all get out? Yes–is he single?” The dirt clumped by your feet as you transferred seedlings into bigger nursery pots. Tommy laughed.

“Shit yeah, he’s single. Not sure how he’d react to you hittin’ on him though.”

“He seemed a bit annoyed, and confused.” You conceded, “I am very interested in him.” You sighed to yourself, remembering the broadness of him.

“You already hit on him?” His eyebrows flew up into his hairline. “God I wish I coulda been there to see that. What’d he say?”

“Well, he basically said -I’m good- and frowned, he seemed a little lost which leads me to believe he doesn’t get approached much.” It was a crazy thought, that no one else would take their chance and speak to him.

“Yeah I bet he did-” he was leading the horse away. “-he’s a bit closed off, but a good guy. Be patient with him!” He was off then, leading the horse towards the stables.

It was another few days before you saw him at the bar again, that same annoyed expression on his handsome face. You wasted no time.

“Hi Joel.” You slid into the spot next to him, looking up at him through your lashes. “Nice to see you again.” He frowned at you.

“Hi–” He signalled to the bartender, “You need somethin’ from me?”

“Some company?” He pursed his lips and thoughts of kissing him flooded your mind. “Thought maybe you could teach me where you learned to be such a great conversationalist?” You raised your eyebrows and almost despite himself, he let out a bark of laughter, but caught himself quickly.

“I am only here for a drink.” The bartender brought a glass over then, pouring him a healthy measure of something a dark amber colour. He turned with the cup in hand, facing you with something like uncertainty before making his way to the same booth from your first meeting.

“So, Joel. Tell me about yourself.” You sat across from him, making yourself comfortable.

“Not much to tell.” He took a gulp of his drink, scanning the room before his eyes fell back on you. They scanned you just as they did the room. “What about you then?”

“What about me?” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t think you were here when I came the first time.” He took another gulp. “Or maybe you were. I don’t know.”

“I wasn’t, I arrived about a month ago and now I work in agriculture.”

“Agriculture.” He repeated, “Growing the food.”

“That’s right, growing the food.” You nursed your own drink, taking in his features in the low light of the bar. “How old are you Joel?” He lets out a heavy sigh.

“I’d say fifty-six, fifty-seven come fall.” He gulped down the rest of his drink, “And you?”

“Somewhere in my mid thirties in a few months, could be thirty-seven or thirty-eight. I stopped counting a long time ago.” His frown deepened for a moment before he rose abruptly.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” With that he was gone.

The food always surprised him, no matter how long he’d been in Jackson, it always floored him how good it was. Warm and comforting, nothing like the dry stale things he’d eaten for–well years.

Ellie was speaking to him but he was too focused on the food in front of him, hadn’t even realized he wasn’t listening until he felt her smack his arm.

“Hello? Earth to Joel? Am I talking to my goddamn self?” Her face was pinched in annoyance.

“Sorry, what?” He tore his attention away from his bowl and made himself listen.

“I said—“ she sighed big, “Tommy says he can help us fix the garage for me.” She spooned more food into her mouth, “I want it to be like a loft.”

“Mhm.” He grunted into his bowl, “Sure.”

“Hey Joel, nice to see you during the day.” He hadn’t noticed her come in. Seeing her standing there with what looked to be a basket of different produce made him sputter, luckily he didn’t choke. “Hi-“ she spoke to Ellie then, introducing herself with that same beaming smile she always wore. He found himself thinking about how pretty she was.

“I’m Ellie, nice to meet you.” There was something in Ellie’s voice he didn’t like, a cheekiness and he just knew he’d be hearing about this later. “So, how do you know Joel?”

“Oh we met at the bar, are you two related?” She gestured between the two of them.

“Somethin’ like that.” He spoke low, unsure how to answer the simple question.

“He’s just my asshole caretaker. The bar sounds fun though, Joel—should I leave you two alone?” She was enjoying this way too much.

“No need, I’m just making a delivery, but hopefully I’ll see you around.” She bit her lip, watching him intently as she moved a few steps away. “It was nice to meet you Ellie.” With a final blinding smile, she was off towards the kitchen.

He sighed big at the way Ellie practically vibrated next to him.

“Don’t.” He warned.

“Oh but you know I fucking will!” She was giddy with excitement.

“Stop it Ellie.”

“So, when’s the wedding?” He pinched his brow, “Can I be your best man or person or whatever? I’ve never been to a wedding—“

“Ellie quit it, it’s nothin’.” He pushed his food away, no longer in the mood to eat with the way his stomach felt, chucking it up to annoyance at Ellie and definitely not adrenaline at seeing her.

“What? Joel are you fucking blind? That woman likes you! She likes you a lot, you gonna ask her out?” He sighed again, rising from his seat.

“Ellie, I am beggin’ you, please don’t make a big fuss.” He gave her a hard stare. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” He quickly put his jacket on, ignoring the way she rolled her eyes at him.

“Yeah yeah, you goddamn grump.” She went back to eating, leaving him to get on with his day and he couldn’t have been more grateful.

You found him at the same booth a few days later, nursing what looked to be his regular drink of choice and once again sat with him. This time though, as you tried to make conversation it finally hit you. His attitude didn’t change, his frown remained in place, his answers were short and your heart sank.

What you’d hoped was just a gruff exterior, a facade waiting to be taken down was now looking more like his general personality.

I think I’m barking up the wrong tree here.

The realisation weighed heavy in your gut as you sat there with him, forcing a conversation he obviously didn’t want to have. You watched him struggling, the cogs in his mind turning, no doubt looking for a way to get out of having to entertain you.

“So–you got any family alive–?” His voice was unsure and suddenly you felt foolish.

“Nope, all dead. Well, thanks for the company, I’ll leave you to it.” You shot back the rest of your drink and rose quickly, ignoring the shame and hurt swirling in your chest, moving away from him to lick your wounds by yourself.

“What do you want me to say Joel?” Tommy was irritated, his back turned to Joel while he went about cleaning his weapons.

“I’d like to know why is all, I don’t get it.” He stood at the door to the workshop, his arms crossed.

“God knows why but she’s sweet on you.” The rifle was taken apart on the workbench, holding most of Tommy’s attention. “But like I said before, just talk to her, or let her know if you aren’t interested.”

“She’s a beautiful young woman, and I’m a grumpy old man.” He couldn’t help but kick at the floor, his mind a whir of inadequacy and confusion.

“You got that fuckin’ right.” It was said under his breath but Joel heard it just the same.

“I haven’t been with anyone since Tess, Tommy.” He sighed out loud. His brother's attention turned to him fully then, the tools in his hands now dropped to the table.

“I know that, you don’t have to be with anyone if you don’t want to. Now this girl likes you, and it sounds to me like you like her back. So be a grown-up and talk to her.” His younger brother gave him a half smile, sending Joel away with more than enough food for thought.

He’d had a pep talk with himself on the way over to the bar.

Smile.

Ask questions.

Be nice to her.

It was a simple list but ever since things had gone to shit, Joel had found it hard to keep up with friendly niceties. Not much room for that in the world of today, things were different here though and he had to get with the program, or he’d be looking at the rest of his time on this earth alone.

He thought back to how things had been with Tess, how naturally they'd come together, how easy–but it only seemed easy to him because Tess had been the one to go to work. She’d taken the raw anger and muscle that was Joel and shaped him, honed him and directed him towards their common goal. She’d initiated every aspect of their relationship and it was only now that he realised how grateful he’d been.

The bar was busy, his usual booth was taken so he stood near the counter, waiting for the barkeep to bring him his usual drink. His eyes raked through the room. He ignored the relief he felt when he finally spotted her sitting with a group of people he didn’t know, watching the easy way she smiled, the way her face lit up when she laughed. She spotted him then and he frowned to see her dim a bit. She raised her glass to him in greeting, but she didn’t join him like he thought she would.

So he waited.

He had one drink, thinking maybe she didn’t want to be rude to her friends. He had another drink, his eyes finding their way back to where she sat every few minutes, perking up when finally she rose from the table. He ran through his notes to himself as she weaved her way through the patrons, but instead of finding him, she waved goodbye to the bartender, and walked out into the night.

Maybe she was tired.

He thought to himself as he walked back home, ignoring the tiny voice in his head, the one that told him she changed her mind.

He shook the thought away. She just needed some effort, what he needed to do was walk up to her and sit with her for a change. He needed to take the initiative and the next time he saw her at the bar, he would.

She wasn’t there.

He asked around for her, noting that no one had seen her at the bar in a few days.

He didn’t want to admit that he was worried about her, didn’t want to say the words out loud, not to himself, or to Tommy, or god forbid Ellie. He was, though and the feeling lingered in the pit of his stomach, a boulder he carried alone.

He sighed, annoyed with himself at not having been able to just express the way she made him feel, to tell her that just as she’d been looking at him - god knows why - he’d been looking back at her. He sighed again, thankful her house was just another block away, reminding himself that this town was safe, that she’d probably be busy.

The sky was clear enough to see the stars, the Milky Way a great swathe across the sky. Too bright to be inside and so you’d made yourself comfy on your porch, the cooling cup of tea in your hands your only companion for the night.

I should see if I can find myself a dog or something.

The thought bounces around with growing interest, would be nice to have something to cuddle and keep you company.

There’s movement just beyond the walkway up towards your porch and for a second you think it might just be people walking home from the movie but the shape is familiar.

“Joel?” You’re surprised to see him here, “does Maria need something?” You’re on high alert.

“No, I-uh, I came lookin’ for you,” he slows his stride midway up the walkway,

“Oh, okay—you need something?”

“I was just wonderin’ where you been. Haven’t seen you at the bar, and last time you didn’t come talk to me. Wanted to see if you were okay.” He scratched at the back of his neck, his discomfort apparent.

“It’s alright Joel.” You let out a breath, grateful for his worry but resigned. “You don’t have to check up on me. I can take a hint, I figured I’d leave you be.” You gave him a small smile.

“What do you mean?” He took another step forward, inching his way to the foot of your porch.

“I mean, I get it. You’re not interested and it’s okay. I can deal with a crush, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because you don’t like me back. I’m a big girl I’ve been rejected before and no doubt I’ll be rejected again—“

“I’m not rejectin’ you I just—“ He took one step up.

“Really Joel, It’s okay, I’ll be fine and you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“What is it you like? I mean physically, you find me attractive I guess but why? I’m a grouchy old man.” He crossed his arms, his face pinched with an almost angry curiosity. You couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Why am I attracted to you? I don’t know Joel. I think you’re gorgeous for one. You’re big and strong, and I like that you’re older than me. I like your face and your hands, and when I look at you I just wanna sit in your lap and kiss.” It came out without your permission but there it was, honesty. “I won’t say you aren’t a little scary, in the way that I can see you’ve probably done some things you thought you’d never have to do, but that’s the world we live in now I suppose. Can’t say I haven’t done some of that stuff too.”

“You think all that of me?” He took another step up.

“Yes, now if you don’t want that kind of attention from me, I can understand that and eventually I’ll get over you.” His hair was combed back, the grey of it catching the light of the moon.

“I don’t want you to get over me.” One final step and now he’s standing over you. “I’ll never understand why you think those things about me but I’d like to try, maybe get a drink together like a real date.”

“You want to take me out on a date?” Your heart raced, butterflies fluttering around in your belly.

“Yes ma’am. I think you’re real pretty, and I’d like to take you out for a drink. ” He smiles, making you swoon a little. “Come on, we got time.” He holds his hand out, and you take it without hesitation.

—-

The walk home from the bar and your official first date was more akin to a stroll, the two of you weaving your way through the streets until your little house came into view. His voice was so soothing, the low pitch of it the soundtrack for the trip back and you did your best to enjoy the sound of it. He stopped when you reached the walkway and that pesky honesty bubbled up and out of your mouth.

“You ever gonna kiss me Joel?” His lips looked so soft, the plush of them a subject of many of your daydreams.

“I was plannin’ on it, was waitin’ til’ we got to your front door.” His hands dug their way into his pockets, a nervous gesture.

Wordlessly you threaded your arm with his and led him up the steps towards your door, hardly able to contain the smile and once you’d made it there, he went for it. Shy and tentative at first, a soft press of his lips to yours but it quickly changed. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, begging for entrance just as his hands moved from your shoulders to rest at your hips.

You can’t help but whimper into his mouth, can’t help but press yourself closer, stand on your tippy toes to be as near to him as you can be.

“Come inside-“ you breathe the words onto his mouth when you both finally pull away. “Come inside and kiss me some more.” You wrap one arm around his neck, pressing the palm of the other onto his face, satisfying the urge to run your fingers through the greying patches of hair.

“Yeah? You want me to come in?” He pulls you close, his big palms on your back, the warmth of them seeping through your layers.

“Yes, do you want to?” You press kisses to his jaw, to his lips and neck, the beating of his heart thrums against your lips with every kiss you press to his throat.

“God, yes.” His breathy admission makes you drip, makes you rush to open the door and pull him inside.

He falls onto the couch and you’re close behind him, your knees bracketing his hips to fulfil all of your favourite fantasies. The smile on his face when you settle onto his lap heats your blood, it urges you to slip your hands around his neck and hold him close, to grind your aching core against the hardening pillar of his sex underneath you while you kiss him just how you’ve been wanting to.

He moans into your mouth. His hands sweep downwards from your ribs, they land heavy on your ass and pull you closer, coaxing a steady river of slick to drip out and onto your panties.

“I want you so bad Joel.” You bite his lip, relishing the groan he gifts you with. “I’m so fucking wet for you.” Your fingers slip through the soft waves at the back of his neck. His eyes find you and he lets out a low Fuck, his eyes lustblown in the low light of your cozy little livingroom. “Can I sit on your cock?” You ask him in your sweetest voice, “Please?”

He lets out a shaky breath, his forehead pressed to yours and he nods.

“Yes baby, you can have whatever you want.”

Within a few frantic minutes, his cock was out, resting heavily against the softness of his belly. You can’t help but stare at it while moving away to quickly shed your bottom layers. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. He’s so thick, the head of him an angry red and sticky with his own arousal.

You sat back onto his thighs, moving up to notch him at your dripping entrance–his hands guided you down slowly, until you sat flush and he was sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good.” His eyes are shut tight and you sit motionless for a moment, breathing through the delicious stretch of him.

“So do you, you’re fucking huge Joel.” You clench around him and relish the filthy moan he lets out. His hands are heavy, gripping the globes of your ass, holding you tight to him.

Your heart is pounding, both in your chest and in your cunt, you bounce to its beat–unable to hold out any longer. You let out a hiss at the way his fingers dig into your flesh, relishing the thought of feeling the evidence of your coupling in the days to come.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grits the words out, his mouth pressed against the collar of your shirt—too many layers. It only takes a moment to open your shirt, to pull down the cups of your bra and even less than that to have his mouth attach itself to the stiff peak of your nipple.

It was obscene the way he moaned into your skin, his mouth a steady suck while you did your best to bounce, slick seeping out around him, finally finding the rhythm that inches you closer to your peak but his eyes close tight, reinforcing his grip on your hips.

“Oh fuck, fuck baby wait—oh god I’m gonna come—“ he let out a shudder against the spit slicked skin of your breast and you felt him twitch inside you, felt the spurt of him deep.

It was much faster than you expected. Faster than you’d hoped; you couldn’t help but be incredibly flattered.

“Jesus Christ–” His face was pressed up against your chest, his hands sweeping slowly from your ass, up to rub your back. “I’m sorry, feel like a fuckin’ teenager again.”

“Don’t be, hell of a way to make a girl feel good about herself.” You tried to ignore the way your own climax was slipping away from you. “Makes me feel sexy.” You pulled his face up and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth.

“You are sexy, incredibly sexy.” He looked so beautiful in that moment, with the flush crawling up his neck and stars in his eyes. “But I want you to come.” His hand moved, his thumb slipping into your mouth, the pad of it sliding against your tongue for a moment before he slipped it between the lips of your sex to circle around your neglected little clit.

You couldn’t help but clench around him–couldn’t help but tighten your hold onto the grey waves of his hair as he kept up his dizzying rhythm,

“I want you to feel good.” His voice was a velvet rasp, “I want you to come around my cock.” His mouth found your nipple then, his tongue laving at it mercilessly.

It was right there. The friction of his thumb just right, his mouth a steady suck. Heat crawled up your spine, bloomed in your core and with a final swirl you clenched around him, waves of pleasure crashing through you like waves on a shore.

“Good god—“ you folded into him, arms wrapped around his neck tight.

“I feel like I could melt into this sofa.” He was blissed out, softening inside you.

“Me too.” You pressed kisses to his cheeks, showering him with post coital affection.

“We won’t though.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye when he looked up, “let me catch my breath, then you’re gonna get it.”

His grip is tight on your hips, the span of his hands on your skin is almost dizzying but you couldn’t focus on that just now. Instead you focused on the way he filled you, on the way his cock was splitting you open in the best way possible. You focused on the wet, obscene sounds coming from between your legs.

You focused on how wet you were, on how it seeped out around him and down your thighs, on the comforting feel of his body pressed against yours.

“That’s it baby, take it–” He snapped his hips faster and you had to put your arms up in front to keep from moving up and bumping your face into the headboard. “This what you wanted?” He bent forward, one hand sliding up the soft skin of your belly, up to hold the weight of your breast in his hand, your nipple tightening almost painfully against his palm. All you could do was moan, throaty cries of pleasure escaping from somewhere in your throat.

His confidence was high, you could hear it in the breathy laugh he let out at your inability to speak. Could feel it as he slowed down from a heavy thrust to a slow grind, his groin pressed up tightly against the swell of your ass.

He gave you no warning.

A loud crack–a heavy spank made you gasp into the damp sheets under your mouth.

It was a shock, but a very welcome one. Heat spreads through your face, it tingles its way along your skin; into your breasts and through your core and you feel a wave of slick drip out around you but he’s silent. There’s a flicker of doubt in the way he stays completely still.

“Talk to me baby.” His voice is soft; chaste. His hand soothes over the stinging skin where his palm had landed.

“Do it again.” You barely recognize your own voice, a low wanton thing.

He obeys, another loud crack on the other cheek as his thrusts pick up. This time his pace is brutal, his hands landing yet another smack before he’s bent over and reaching around, his fingers a delicious swirl at your clit.

“Soak my cock, be good for me and come.” His voice is in your ear, his teeth taking your lobe into his mouth while he bodily shoves you over the edge and into a blinding climax. You clench around the thickness of him, the muscles in your thighs tensing as you crest and the force of it pulls him under with you. A filthy moan in your ear before you feel the hot spurt of him deep inside.

“Jesus Christ Joel–” You breathe hard into the sheets. He pulls out with a hiss and rolls to lay beside you.

“Good?” You can hear the pride swelling in his chest. “Did I redeem myself for comin’ too quick downstairs?” His drawl is more pronounced now with the way he almost slurs his words. You see the relaxation in his face when you turn to look at him. It looks good on his handsome face, almost like seeing a glimpse of a younger Joel, some long lost carefree version of him. If there had ever been that version of him at all. It was a nice image to hold in your mind, him–young and smiling.

You laugh, giddy with pleasure.

“It’s not a big deal, really flattering actually.” You trace a scar on his chest idly, the solid beat of his heart reassuring under your fingers.

“Embarrasin’ more like. I didn’t want you to think I was some two-pump chump.” His hand holds yours to his skin and you ignore the way your heart races, ignore the way it has nothing to do with the remnants of your orgasm. “You got somethin’ I can clean you up with?” He pulls away to sit up with a groan.

“What a gentleman.” You follow him. You can feel him dripping out of you when you slide to sit next to him at the edge of the bed, the perverse pleasure making you beam. “I got a better idea–” You stand and pull him up, “shower time.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles, and follows you to your bathroom.

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obsessedwrhys · 17 days

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𝘐'𝘓𝘓 𝘞𝘈𝘐𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ angst, death, cursing, no happy ending, reader is female (shes for the girls 😼💪)!! Tommy is sort of replaced by reader in some scenarios. Did no proof read this again (im lazy)!!

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From as long as you knew, the two of you were inseparable, having knowing each other for almost 6 years. When Marlene needed some smugglers to smuggle Ellie out of the city, you happened to be one of the three and that's how you guys first met. However, on the journey of finding the Fireflies, it seemed to be full of surprises.

Just when you thought it was the end, more just show up to throw you off guard.

Going from Ellie's lame dad jokes to having to look after her when Joel was in no condition to do anything. You barely had the chance to catch your breath. In a way you were like the older sister since you were one year bigger than her. That's why when it was revealed the doctors needed to kill her to create a vaccine, you were game with the idea of massacring the whole hospital.

After escaping from the Fireflies, in a way, it's like you guys were able to build a new life at Jacksons.

As you two grew older, you found yourself developing feelings for her. You hated yourself for letting it happen but at the same you couldn't stop the crush from growing.

The more time you spent with her, the more you start to notice the little details about her.

How she bites her lips when she's shy.

How she'll look away when she receives a compliment.

How she would share her collection of cards with just you.

... and the way her eyes seem to always sparkle when she spots you amongst the crowd.

All these things just made you fall for her harder. But even in this new lifestyle, it still seemed to come with a box of surprises.

You were in your own house, inside the kitchen preparing a cup of coffee for yourself. It was almost the evening but you couldn't deny your needs. Before you could even take a sip, your front door was slammed open and you turned to see who it was. Your cup still in hand.

To your surprise, you came face to face with an angry expresson on Ellie. However there was more to it, she looked upset, betrayed. That was when you heard a voice telling you inside your head that she must have found out about the truth you and Joel agreed to keep from her.

"You fucking knew" She said. A blank expression remained on your face as you took a sip of your coffee, still trying to maintain your image at this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You gently place your coffee on the kitchen counter. Your words having her scoff out of disbelief.

"Don't play dumb with me! I'm not a fucking kid anymore!" She took a few steps closer.

You let out a sigh as your eyes trailed off to the window, looking at the outside. Your lack of response just pissing her off even more. Suddenly, she rushed forward and grabbed you by the shirt. Her actions getting your attention instantly.

"Look at me!" She shouted.

"Look at me and tell me!"

"Tell you what? That I killed all those people for you? That I saved you from those doctors? Is that what you want to hear?!" You raised your voice.

It was the first time she ever see you this angry and this was the first time you see her direct her anger at you. She glares at you before letting go of you, shoving you slightly against the kitchen counter which made several of the kitchenware dangle on the rack.

"How could you...?" She said, her expression now full of hurt.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It already happened. Ellie, this is your life now..." You took a step forward but she ended up taking a step back.

"My life could have meant something"

"Your life would have ended that day! Fuck... listen... Ellie... there was no way that vaccine was gonna work anyways. They were just basing it off a bunch theories. You have to understand" You said but it didn't change her mind even in the slightest. Within seconds, the hatred returned back on her face as she looks at you.

"I never wanna see you again" She said and before you could say anything else, she stormed out the house and left you all alone to your thoughts.

You sigh as you ruffle through your hair out of frustration. How could this happen? How did she find out? Did Joel tell her? Fuck... you rest both your hands on the counter top. Your cup of coffee already growing cold.

Just when you thought your life was hell, a bunch of people from somewhere had ambushed you and Joel when you guys were out on patrol.

The blonde girl you had thought was just another survivor being the one smashing his head open with a golf club and you couldn't do anything as you were knocked out. It was Ellie's cries that had awoken you moments later.

Your eyes fluttered open to be met with the sight of Ellie holding Joel close to her chest, tears streaming down her face while her clothes were dirtied with his blood. She was clinging to him like she was hoping being closer to him would bring him back. But it never happened. During his funeral, you couldn't even show up. The guilt was killing you.

You could have stopped it...

Why didn't you stop it?

Restless nights drove you insane. Apart from the checkups from Tommy, you felt like you were truly alone. You hadn't think this feeling would come to haunt you again after moving to Jacksons. Which led to your rational decision to set out on your way of finding the blonde girl behind this. Nothing but a note left on the kitchen table just for anyone who happens to look for you.

It was hard, you didn't only have the infected to deal with but also a cult. You survived and work your way closer to the location marked on your map.

But in the end, all of it didn't matter because when you finally came close to getting your revenge, you blew it, the girl's physique was larger compared to yours so she easily won over the duel and knocked you into the ocean. It was a miracle you made it to shore.

You felt numb.

Your ears ringing.

In a way you felt that you had failed Ellie.

Because you knew you were never gonna be the girl she looks up to anymore.

You will forever be known as the girl that broke her trust.

The girl she hates.

God sometimes it feels like no matter how hard you try it was never enough...

With your back on the sand, you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. It was silly but you always thought that maybe you'd have a chance with her. What a world would that be?

"(Y/N)?"

You look over your head to see Jesse standing there, your perspective upside down as he rushes over to you. Once he was sure you were okay, he started to fill you in with the things that happened after you left.

As it turns out Ellie had also set out for the same exact goal.

After you were gone, she was confronted by Tommy in hopes she knew where you were headed. To his surprise, she had no clue since the last time you guys spoke was the argument in your house.

Despite the fact that part of her journey was for seeking revenge, she was also worried for you. She had to admit. She was scared. After losing Joel, she didn't want to lose you too. However in the end when she had to choose between finding the girl behind the death of Joel and finding you, she had picked the first one.

Luckily, Jesse was able to take you to where Ellie was at. When you rushed in the aquarium, you found her hunched over and vomiting. Close-by there were two dead bodies, one of them being a pregnant woman. Almost like it was an instinct, you quickly moved to where Ellie was. A hand placed on her back and the other her shoulder.

"Hey... Ellie... its me..." You said, your tone gentle. The sight of you somehow made her relax a bit.

"I...I just... oh god... I didn't mean to..." Her eyes constantly glancing over at the body of the pregnant woman as she stutters but you quickly grab her by the side of her face before she could again.

"It doesn't matter... we have to go..." You told her but she was still hyperventilating. With your arm around her, you ended up dragging her away from the place.

Eventually on the way to the theater they were using as hideout, you guys decided to rest for a while and set up a small camp inside an abandoned book store. Jesse took notice that you two needed time alone and volunteered to keep watch somewhere else. There was tension in the air but you tried to ignore it by making sure the fire didn't die.

"You shouldn't have left without me" Ellie blurted out and you chose to put aside the twig to focus on the conversation.

"You said you didn't want to see me again... so I didn't" You said. The sounds of the fire crackling filling up the quiet night.

You were curious at her silence.

Is she thinking right now?

Did you just piss her off even more?

"You're right" She got up and suddenly began walking over to the other side of the room. You didn't say anything but just watch her rest at the corner before looking back at the fire.

Great job, you fucked up again.

The next morning, you guys continued on your way to the theater while also looking for some supplies inside the buildings nearby. You ended up checking on a small convenience store by yourself while Ellie and Jesse tried to get in the huge supermarket. You walked down the aisle and was able to find several snacks still edible. Then you saw a door.

Staffs Only.

That room has to be crawling with supplies. You twist open the doorknob and began exploring inside, checking every lockers to find it rich with medicines and bandages. It's a miracle this place wasn't looted by that cult.

After your bag was filled to the brim, you started to head out but the second you take a step forward, something grabbed you by the foot which made you fall on your face.

You grunt when you felt a sharp pain on your ankle. You looked down and to your horror you found it was an infected grabbing onto you, the bottom half of its body was missing but that didn't matter right now because its grip was already digging deep into your flesh. Quickly, you took out your gun and shot it multiple times in the head until it goes limp.

"Shit..." You sigh as you rest your head on the ground to process the adrenaline, your feet kicking the infected corpse off you.

Sooner or later, you made it to the hideout with the two. You found yourself settled inside a room to rest. Your bag placed against the sofa while you ran your hands across the face. You felt tired. Suddenly when you tried to lift your feet up to lay down, you felt a sharp pain, rolling up your pants you found a bite mark just inches above the bruises.

For a moment, you thought that your heart had stopped beating. Oh shit shit shit shit this can't be real. You can't be infected. Fuck... Your panic was interrupted when there was a knock on the door. You looked up in a panic.

"Hey um... you got a minute?" She asked. It was Ellie.

You were scared and you sure as hell didn't want her to come in so you remained quiet because inside your head, it felt like there was a red alarm sounding off. You've been infected. You could turn in a few hours from now.

"I'm sorry for the other night" She said which had you look at the door, imagining it's her you're looking at.

"I just figured it'd be easier to hate you than to forgive you"

"But after what happened to Joel... I can't let that happen to us too..." You could hear her sigh on the other side.

"It'll take some time for me to forgive you for what you did but... I'm willing to try... we can start over" She said.

Damn it... this moment could have been perfect... this was everything you had hoped for but at the same time, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this room alive. No matter what you do or say, it won't matter.

"I understand if you're still mad at me. I just hope that you'll also try" You quickly looked away while trying to wipe the tears from your face.

"Maybe after this we can try living together? I mean... your house is pretty big so I thought it can be kind of lonely sometimes. We can keep each other company... start a farm maybe..." She said and you could sense she was smiling a bit from her tone.

You felt your chest hurt. Is the infection spreading already? You can feel your teeth loosening like they'll fall off. Your silence had Ellie take the hint you wanted to be alone which had her smile faltered a bit.

"Look... You're still my best friend and I still care about you so I'm sorry for always making you feel like shit. You know I love you right?" She said and you closed your eyes in hopes of stopping the tears from pouring out.

"I love you too" You mouthed the words but you couldn't bring yourself to say it because even if you did, she'll never be able to understand how you truly felt about her.

"Just promise me you won't do anything stupid again. I can't afford to lose you..."

You clear your throat, feeling it go painfully sore. How could you keep a promise like that? Just then you could hear her walk away with the sound of her footsteps growing faint.

The second you were sure you were now left alone, you hurried to your feet to look at yourself in the mirror. You panicked. Why does this have to happen?

Why did it have to be you?

You pull on your hair out of frustration but then you felt several strands of it easily ripped out just from your grip. Your eyes widened as you felt like your heart was beating from your ears.

You were worried about what Ellie would think.

She just lost Joel... now she's gonna lose you...

Fuck fuck fuck...

You sobbed almost pathetically to yourself. Not because you knew your life was over but you knew what you had to do.

It's the only thing you can do right now.

You went over to your bag and took out your gun. Maybe... shooting yourself instead of letting yourself turn could be less painful. You'd do everyone a favour.

You took a deep breath as you slowly start to point it at your head. Fuck you were actually gonna do it now.

Tears welling up in your eyes once again as snot filled your nose. You had so many regrets... so many things you never got to try.

Maybe in another life, an outbreak never happened. Maybe you and Ellie would still meet in that world. You guys could have gone to college together, maybe have coffee dates or staying up late together to have deep conversations like you two always did. You closed your eyes and let out a long shaky breath.

Maybe you guys could have been in love.

BANG

Your body falls on the ground like a sack of rice. All of your senses drowned out by the heavy smell of blood. As your body slowly started to die, you could hear the sound of the door being slammed open. A figure running over to your side to pick you up.

"Oh shit... nononono... wake up! You fucking idiot! Why'd you do that?!" Ellie cried as she hold you in her embrace.

"Fuck! Jesse! Get the med kit!" Ellie shouted but the light in your eyes were slowly dimming.

"No don't you fucking leave me! Not you too! (Y/N)!"

Her voice was now gone. It was quiet and hauntingly in a way it felt comforting. Almost like all of your problems were washed away.

There was no more surprises you had to worry about.

You could rest now.

#WOMP WOMP #sad violin noises #x reader #tlou2 #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #angst #the last of us 2 #the last of us angst #ellie williams x reader angst

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redamancy [1/3]

*redamancy: the act of loving in return.

word count: 1,336

warnings: sfw but dubious content (there will be more in future chapters), kidnapping, manhandling, etc.

“Bakugou...”

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

For a minute, you were almost positive you were dreaming. You’d been waiting for this moment for so long--months upon months spent searching. Picking up dead trails, running in circles, looking for even the slightest bit of information you could get your hands on. You’d hit so many dead ends you’ve lost count.

You never thought--it felt almost impossible.

And then, one morning, you wake up and he’s just... here.

“What--How--”

“I came for you.”

He cuts you off firmly, words blank but there’s not any room for argument. He stands before you, shoulders squared, back straight, jaw set and without the slightest bit of doubt in his gaze. Dressed in that taunting costume of his, the same as it’s always been but it’s painted in a different light now--doesn’t hold the same light it once had.

No longer is it the costume of one of the worlds strongest hero--now it’s the costume of the worlds biggest villain.

He’s older. The baby fat in his face has left, he looks bigger in muscle, taller too than you remember him being. It’s been three years since you’d last seen him, since he turned his back on you and everyone else.

One day he was there, then next he was gone and then... then he was a villain.

You’ve been searching for him as he left. Never once stopping. Even as you filtered from sidekick to hero, Bakugou never left your mind. Some forgot, some liked to pretend he didn’t exist, others--Deku, Shoto, Kirishima--searched with you. Desperate to find him, desperate to find out what had happened; what changed.

But not like you. You could no longer count on your hands how many times Kirishima had had to pull you away from the office at three in the morning, grasping at non-existent leads. consoling you when the tears would inevitably start all over again. There was an ache in your heart that never faded, that stayed dormant and remained a constant reminder of why you tried, why you pushed and why you refused to give up.

That, and the small ‘Bakugou Katsuki.’ on your arm that had been there since birth.

Three years of searching, of crying, of aching and here he was, stood in front of you at six in the morning.

“What?”

It’s the only word you can manage. Your mind is blank, shut down as you stare back at his unwavering gaze, feeling your heart pound madly against your chest and your throat grow dry. You feel vulnerable, exposed--clutching at your satin robe so it covers more, sticks to your skin, his stare so intense you feel as if he’s looking right through you.

“You’re coming back with me.”

Blinking, you shake your head; “where?”

“Where do you think?”

There’s a quip in his tone, and it snaps you from your revere.

“You’ve been missing for three years.” You hiss out, slipping off your bed to step towards him, hand held out towards him. “Doing... doing horrible things... hurting people, selling drugs, abusing your quirk over the innocent... You--You become the worlds biggest villain, leaving all of us behind--Deku, Shoto... Kirishima--me... and you just expect me to come with you?”

He doesn’t say anything, just stands there. Staring at you.

“I’ve been searching for you. Every day! Chasing dead ends and grasping at strings just to find you! You!” You reach him, jabbing your finger to the middle of his chest, harsh but he doesn’t budge--he’s like a brick wall. “I’ve made myself sick over you and you just show up like it’s nothing!”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not coming with you! Not until I get an explanation one why.”

“Y/N--”

“Why you left that day?”

“Y/N--”

“What happened between you and Deku that made you just--”

“Shut up for a fucking minute,” he hisses, grabbing your wrist and yanking it away from him. He tugs sharply, pulling you flush against him and you fall with a gasp, the palms of your hands falling on his shoulders as you glance at him, all bark and bite gone as you cheeks flush at both his words and your position. “None of that fucking matters.”

Your eyes flash. “Of course it does! You--”

“It doesn’t.” He huffs, “you wanna know why?”

You already know what he’s going to say, but you remain silent, waiting.

He shifts, moving your arm so it’s flipped over, pulling the sleeve of your robe up your arm far enough to reveal his name, inked onto your skin, marking what you both know.

“Because you belong to me.”

“Bakugou...” You breathe, suddenly feeling dizzy. “I can’t. You’re--You’re a villain and I--”

“I don’t fucking care what you are. I’ve been waiting these three years, counting down every single minute until I could finally have you. I don’t plan on letting you stay.”

Lips parting, you meet his eyes, stunned. “Every day?”

“You remember what I said to you, don’t you? That day?”

Of course you remember. It’s been haunting you every day since.

“Wait for me,” you repeat, breathless. “You said ‘wait for me’.”

He smirks at you, his grip tightening on you as you stare up at him, your eyes softening but the frown on your lips growing. He’d told you that he’d come back, you’d always waited for the day he actually would but... you always thought it’d be different. That it’d be him coming back to you, completely. Not as a villain but as a hero and everything would be the way you hoped it would when you were still in school, naïve and innocent.

But he was still a villain and had no intention of changing his ways. This... this was Bakugou now.

“Bakugou--”

“Katsuki.” He growls surprising you.

Swallowing thickly, you submit; “Katsuki... I can’t just leave. People depend on me, and--and Kirishima and--”

“I don’t give a shit about Shitty Hair or the rest of them.”

You blink as he cuts you off, tensing at the look that crosses his face.

“You don’t have a choice.”

You feel yourself freeze at his words, confused--despite three years of hearing about every horrible thing Bakugou’s done, you still couldn’t believe in your heart that the man you loved--your soulmate--would do such horrible things. But at the look in his eyes, that feral, slightly unhinged look staring down at you, you realize this is a Bakugou you know nothing about.

A Bakugou who doesn’t care about morals.

Suddenly his grip on you feels too tight, your heart racing as fear strikes. It’s flight or fight and your body is screaming at you to run--you may be a hero, but you know Bakugou’s stronger than you. Three years difference wouldn’t change that.

You take a quick glance behind him, noticing your graduation plaque perched on your dresser and with a quick glance over to Bakugou, it hits him in the back of his head. He groans out in pain, grip loosening enough for you to slip through. You don’t waste a second, turning around to grab your phone off the night table and rush out of your bedroom door, slamming it shut behind you.

You go to your most recent call, which happens to be Shoto, pressing call whilst never slowing your step, hearing Bakugou’s pounding steps behind you.

It only rings once before he answers.

“Y/N?”

“Shoto, I need your help. It’s Bakugou--”

Your phone is snatched out of your hand before you can finish, an arm snaking around your waist and pulling you flush against a warm chest. You move to struggle, worm yourself out of his grasp, but suddenly there’s a clothe being pressed over your lips and you instantly know what’s happening.

Your vision starts to blur and the panic intensifies.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sounding genuine. “I didn’t want it to be this way.”

You watch as he drops your phone, and then just as your vision turns black, you hear the sickening crack is he stomps on it--effectively ending your call.

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero x reader #mha #mha x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #imagine #imagines

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 8 months

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I’m dying to hear about the your Norm and Tsu’tey HCs🤭🤭 (Side bar: I’m also so conflicted about Tsu’tey living hcs bc then we don’t get Jake’s imposter syndrome (?) feelings about being the leader of the clan (ik there’s a name for it but I don’t feel like looking up how to spell it) yk? Like I’m sure he’d probably still have it to some degree but idk it’s like on a lesser level yk? ) this is probably a grammatical nightmare I’m so sorry 😭😭

Hi friend, no, don't worry, I understand completely what you're trying to say.

First, you've completely distracted me with your side note, so we have to start with that. I see no reason why Tsu'tey living can't still involve Jake's imposter syndrome feelings, in fact, even make them a new and bigger beast. I think there are two schools of thought with Tsu'tey surviving the Battle of the Tree of Souls; one where he lives and remains clan leader and Jake becomes kind of like his right hand man, and two where he is severely injured in the battle to the point that he is disabled and he gives his role to Jake. I adore stories with both, and I see endless potential in both, but I kind of love the second one just for the pain and trauma and potential healing that it poses.

Like, come on. Tsu'tey is shot like a ton of times. I think they only way he could survive is like, Eywa intervention and also human surgery and tech. I'm thinking it would have to be that one of the humans finds him first, or once the battle was over Norm and Max had separated Jake's loyal humans out to help with some medical help just because so many people and Na'vi were hurt, and once they found Tsu'tey Mo'at encouraged letting them help? The logistics of how it would even work, letting the humans help, are a little complicated to me.

BUT ANYWAYS, I feel like that's like, double the imposter syndrome drama. Tsu'tey is still a badass, obviously, but he can't do things with the ease he used to. He gives his title to Jake because it takes him years to recover properly, and even then he knows he won't ever be like he used to be. There could also totally be a layer of mistrust in some of the older Na'vi, their leader should be dead but was saved by creepy human tech, and the new possibility is fucking Jake "used to be human" Sully? DON'T even get me started on the fucking ride Jake and Tsu'tey can go on, getting close over life changing disabilities, crazy leadership pressure, and being weird Eywa freaks. BUT ALSO Jake just stole this dude's job and fiancee, and now he's disabled? Please that has to be some imposter syndrome and guilt like crazy. And Tsu'tey definitely has some bitterness and guilt, but also feels useless and aimless? Like what is his purpose now, Jake and Neytiri have a family and the clan and he's just, like wandering around like half the guy he used to be, no family and should be dead?

AND THAT'S WHERE NORM COMES IN. Norm gets the weirs, jealousy, uselessness, I've-been-replaced-in-my-one-purpose feeling. My guy was hired with like seven degrees to do a job Jake came in wholly unqualified for and half assed his way through epically and changed the state of the world. Idk, I feel like in a ton of ways they are kindred spirits in a polar opposites way. Same feelings in different circumstances.

I've said this before, but one of the things I adore about Norm and Tsu'tey as a concept is neither of them is each other's first love. They both had their epic love story, their perfect person. They had their fairytale. And now they are both a little older, a little more jaded, and a little more broken and aimless. They also were both in a heterosexual relationship before. It's so far from a replacement of what they lost, it's learning to be a new person in the wake of the old and finding the perfect person for the new ones they've become. They're both stuck in each others world for the time being, what with Tsu'tey stuck recovering in the base and Norm now stuck on Pandora forever. I think that is a fun concept to explore. I've gone too far into this though, so here's this word vomit.

#this just came out of me at 6:20am on the train to work #and I love it #when I actually sit down and make time for the asks they are so so fun #norm spellman #tsu’tey #norm x tsu’tey #jake sully #max patel #mo’at #neytiri sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa’s asks #melissa og #melissa on avatar (cameron)#we are mindmelding get in

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No one loves like us

parings: lo’ak x reader x tsireya lo’ak x reader lo’ak x tsireya tsireya x reader x lo’ak tsireya x lo’ak tsireya x reader kiri x rotxo rotxo x kiri neteyam x aunoung aunoung x neteyam

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warnings: fluff, angst, crack, death, cussing, spider slander (i’m sorry i can’t help it), did not proof read tell me if i fucked up idc

a/n: Their is barely any lo’ak x reader x tsireya so i decided to take matters into my own hands enjoy :) will be making a little series out of this but i will do a Metkayina reader as well

headcannons

*if the reader was Omaticaya*

- so you were tsu’teys daughter your mother was a close friends of jakes her being a sky person and tsu’tey well they fell in love making your creation but they when tsu’tey died in the war of the sky people your mother went but she had not realized yet that she was with child

- so your mother survived the war but as she grew heavier her body started shutting down slowly and after she had you she only lasted a few year to the age you were 5 and her dying wish was for jake and Neytiri to take care of you so they did

- with you being a year older than lo’ak you would always tease him saying that you being older is why you could do things as in calling him dick head and penis face like kiri but jake always spilt the two of you up

- when jake was hard on on lo’ak you always defended him whether you would get in trouble or not but you didn’t care he was your best friend and you weren’t gonna let his sometimes shitty dad make him feel worthless

- But anyways you realized you had a crush on lo’ak when one day he was playing with tuk and neteyam and you were chilling with kiri it’s not that you didn’t want to play you were just tired just started at him taking in all of his features his freckles the scars and his hands the same ones you had 5 fingers and it clicked you were in love with your best fucking friend

- and then telling kiri was ughhhh so just kiri

- ^ drabble about this you were in the forest with kiri she wanted to explore with you today and have your little talks there were nice with tuk but you got her in ways no one else did her connection with eywa and all so sitting down by a river bend and she asked you “so you and lo’ak huh?” usually your response would have been “no way in hell that’s my best friend” but this time you just remained quiet for kiri to figure it out then she gasped “No my brother really y/n?!” you splashed water in her direction “shut up” “so after all these years you finally accept the truth” you rolled your eyes “yea yea whatever you say” “will i get to be your maid of honor” you scoffed “Kiri unless your gonna be there while me and lo’ak mate then i think not” “ohh so you plan on mating huh” she said with a teasing and sarcastic tone you flipped her off and changed or at least tried to change the subject

- but anyways you also had told neteyam he was another best friend of yours well the whole sully family was except for spider he was a friend not best friend

- which resulted the whole family trying to set the two of you up even Neytiri and jake and his oblivious ass was confused but anyways it was embarrassing as hell you wanted to dig your self in a hole and die

- but how you guys became girlfriend and boyfriends was stupid cute but stupid you were out on a hunt by yourselves which is a surprise because you + lo’ak = getting in trouble for shits and giggles but anyways lo’ak spoke up “I bet that you can’t find a bigger catch than me” you smirked “well see about that” so your competitive side took over you hunted almost everything that was eatable and good meat after the day and you returned to food to camp (jake was impressed by how much you both caught btw) lo’ak caught a lot but not as much as you and you walked around the village boasting to him “I win lo’ak” your genuine smile showing and your freckles glowed under the moon he nodded “not really but okay” you looked like a deer in headlights “what do you mean “not really” i caught at least 2 times more than you did” “I mean yea but the biggest and greatest catch was?” “what” you responded sarcastically “you” he whispered it you could barely hear it but your heart exploded right their “lo’ak you mean that?” he came closer to you “of course I do”…..and the rest was history

- until the sky people came they came and destroyed your home your memories a piece of you that you were born with lo’ak comforted you everything you knew was gone besides lo’ak and the other sullys

- But any ways i’m getting tired of writing this part let just get to when you arrive at the Metkayina clan

- when you saw tsireya god your eyes popped out of your damn head and lo’aks too she was beautiful and she stared right back at the two of you she felt like a missing piece apart of you you needed to have

- but when you guys got settled you and lo’ak went strolling around talking about you new home until you mentioned tsireya “shes beautiful y’know” “who?” “tsireya” he nodded in agreement you wanted to bring up that you wanted her to be apart of the relationship having more than one mate was common it wasn’t foreign but at the same time it felt so scary so un heard of you were always the bold one in the relationship so you went head first “what if we ask her to mate with us?” lo’ak whipped his head at you so face his braids almost hitting you in the face “are you sure you wanna do that n/n?” you rolled you eyes “yes lo’ak i do and i know you do too i could practically see drooling at her” “shut up you were too” “was not” “yes you were” this bickering went on for a while but it was all shits and giggles nothing serious

- but anyways when you guys both started courting tsireya all the sully knew and her idiot brother which you didn’t have a problem with since he apologized for fighting lo’ak and neteyam and leaving lo’ak in the middle of the ocean he was actually cool you and him got along pretty well and you guys joked around a lot actually

- but anyways back to courting tsireya you guys spent a lot of time with her and she enjoyed it it made her feel special about her self and not because she was the oldest child (i know she not but for this lets just act like it) and Tsahik in training it gave her some stress free and allowed her self to breathe for once

- but she accepted your courting and agreed to be mates with you once you all finish your rites of passage (i know that’s not the name but can someone tell me what it is for future reference)

- So after all the sky people stuff (neteyam did not die dont fucking play with me bitch) you all were determined to finish your rites of passage

- lo’ak had already bonded with a tuklan bonded with a Skimwing and tsireya had only one more to go and she would be ready for her adulthood you had already bonded with a Skimwing you just needed a tuklan and you found one la’nou she was a singer in her “clan” she sung beautifully and was sweet and kind but will protect the ones she loves perfect for you and you bonded with her your rites of passages were complete the ceremony would be that night sooner than later

- you wore this along with this necklace ronal gave you it was beautiful really while tsireya wore a dress her mother weaved her along with his crown and lo’ak on the other hand he didn’t change at all he wanted to go home and sleep he was being his dumb self as usual but when saw tsireya and you that all changed he was glad to be there ecstatic even the festival was full with music and it was amazing you wouldn’t trade it for the world

- after everyone started to go home you lo’ak and tsireya went to a secluded area far away from the village and you sat there in each others embrace and it felt warm it felt welcomed it felt like home

#avatar x reader #lo’ak x reader #tsireya x reader #we love poly #lo’ak x reader x Tsireya

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jokeringcutio · 6 months

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e-books & Financial support

If you are into Dark Romance, like older men and villains, then I have just the thing for you ♡ Prepare to be ravished by dangerous men.

About this e-book project: Some of you have kindly shown interest in supporting me financially, either as a thank you for my writing or to help me out with my health costs. I wanted to give you something in turn and even shut down my ko-fi for a while so people couldn't donate. And I came up with a way that you can donate me a bit of money and get something in turn.

As you can see on my new website, I have given The Chance to Make A Change a rewrite that I am offering to you as an e-book. Yes, a rewrite to avoid it being a pure fanfic - the tale will be mostly the same but with alterations, name changes etc that make it more acceptable for me to offer it to you as an e-book. I have some rewrites of shorter reader x (mostly older men) villain tales, that include a brand new tale that hasn't been posted anywhere online. It's called (very uninspired) Beauty and the Villain and is also available as epub and mobi. I have been working on my bigger Joker tale The Man Who Claimed to Be Yours and on a rewrite of it. Because of my health and all the drawbacks, I am focusing on finishing the rewrite first and am considering to only post the full rewritten version e-book version. This tale is not in my shop yet but I am working on it and it should be there somewhere at the start of the new year, possibly the end of this. Why now? As some of you who have been following me for a while know, I have been ill on and off since 2020 and this year they made several discoveries that have me in and out of the hospital. I have been hesitant to accept donations before - those who supported me, I thank you so dearly ♡ But with all the costs, this seemed like a good time.

Do the Rewrites mean the Fanfics will be taken offline? Whatever I have already uploaded will remain online. But I have found, over the years, that fanfiction isn't online forever. And by rewriting these tales, I hope I can offer a way for you to keep them with you even if the internet versions one day fade. At the same time, it provides you with a way to show me support with me giving you something in turn. And the rewrites are done in such a way that I dare to offer them to you without being fully fanfiction, but having been turned into more of an original tale (even if certain fandom readers can guess what they are inspired or based upon, at least in the cases of the two multi-chapter tales). So your website? If things go well, health-wise, and I am on the mend (hopefully somewhere during the new year) then I plan to post more reader inserts on my website as e-books and possibly as paperbacks of entirely original tales ( - not like the CTMAC and TMWCTBY stories. They are exceptions I have made for the purpose of allowing you to help me out financially). I also wish to offer free e-book versions there in the future, so it won't just be to sell books, I have plans for free stuff up there as well :) . You won't find me selling pure fanfiction on there. Not only is that not allowed, but it should remain free for fans to read. Proper fanfiction I will post here or on AO3 like I always have, nothing will change. My website is there to offer extra tales and I will tell you about them when they appear.

For now, I want to say thank you to everyone who has supported me so far. Thank you for letting me know that my tales helped you through a difficult period in your life, that you have returned to them time after time again, that you want to keep reading them.

Thank you <3

#dark romance #e-books #dark romance ebooks #support a hobbyist writer #health update #personal update #tctmac #tmwctby #beauty and the villain #reader inserts

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Good Kinght Sweet Prince

At sixteen Prince Evan’s life becomes entangled with a young man who wants to be a Knight. Their friendship grows and changes over the years as they’re separated and reunited over time and eventually they find out what they really mean to each other, but a Knight and Prince have very different destinies how can they ever be together?

Here’s Chapt 1 of my Prince!knight Buddie AU

Good Knight Sweet Prince 5.2k

Prince Evan is almost 16 years old when he meets the love of his life for the first time, of course he doesn’t know that and won’t really understand fully for another decade. What he does know is he’s extremely annoyed by the news a new squire is due to arrive. Apparently to train him. The insult sets his teeth on edge and makes his blood boil. He doesn’t need a babysitter or a teacher.

When he’d been told about this person (the word has acquired a certain tone in his head) he had not taken the news gracefully.

That was a week ago, today he arrives and Evan is waiting in the courtyard next to the head of the castle’s guards for this most unnecessary of persons to get here.

He’s been waiting for several minutes now and the courtyard remains empty. It’s hardly polite to be late for your Prince now is it? Evan thinks the churlish thought and glares across the courtyard. He’s leaving if he doesn’t arrive soon.

Then without warning the gates swing open and just like that he’s here. The view isn’t entirely clear yet but he looks tall, sitting on his horse and he has brown hair that's bouncing in a completely unnecessary way. He doesn’t look particularly special to Evan.

His petulant question, mumbled to the captain smiling next to him sums up his feelings succinctly.

“What do we need him for?”

The Captain, a man close to retirement now and well used to his young prince’s moods raises an eyebrow at him. Evan bites his lip as he curses the blush he can feel rising up his cheeks, suddenly horribly aware of how childish he sounds. It doesn’t help that the Captain chuckles and repeats with a look far too full of understanding, the same words he’d said the first time they’d had this conversation.

“Eddie is the best anyone’s seen in years. He’s dedicated, diligent and kind. I had to pull rank to bring him here.” The captain's smile does nothing to mollify him, “who better to finish training our prince than the kingdom’s best squire. We’re lucky to have him.”

Evan scowls at the young man now dismounting his horse.

He doesn’t feel lucky. He feels annoyed. He knows he’s going to hate this stupid squire. He’s not even that much older than him, what can he possibly have to teach him.

The ‘boy’ approaches and makes his bow. Evan bows back, the barest tip of his head. The Captain’s greeting however is far more enthusiastic, Evan watches from the corner of his eye as he clasps him on the shoulder in welcome and gets a smile in response. It’s a stupid smile.

While his Captain is talking and Evan is pretending not to watch them he considers what he's been told about this new irritation to his life. This ‘Eddie’ is three years older than him and has a few years left in his training before he moves onto his service as a knight. Evan’s tired of hearing how very skilled and talented he is and if that wasn’t annoying enough now he’s met him, he can add extra annoying things about him to the list in his head. Firstly ‘Eddie’ has stupid hair that swishes and there’s that annoying smile still on his stupid annoying face. Evan thinks on it all sullenly, yes, he has a stupid, stupid face, his eyes are a dull boring brown, like mud really, and his eyelashes are far too long, he’s all cheek bones and teeth and golden skin and stupid. Evan knows he hates him and will the whole time he’s here.

Entering the courtyard Eddie straightens his spine and gees his horse forward the castle is so much bigger than he expected.

Bracken moves him forward slowly, she’s a good mare and the only reminder he has of home now, swallowing back nerves he reminds himself that this is an excellent opportunity, he’s lucky to be here. It’s all going to be fine.

Eddie might miss his family but it’s an honor for them all that he’s been chosen for this role. His father is just a minor noble, close to the hill country, not even a keep, more a large manor and both his parents had been so proud when they’d been told the King's captain had asked him to train the young prince.

It’s not conceited to know he’s good enough, he’s talented, everyone says so and it’s true. He’s worked hard to earn the praise and Eddie is not concerned about his skill level. What he is slightly concerned about as he gets closer is the scowl on the face of the young Prince. The boy is taller than he expected, curly hair and a mark over his eye. Eddie wonders if it’s a scar or if he was born with it.

He climbs down from Bracken and pats her nose before handing her to a waiting page, he’ll find her later, for now he has to greet this boy, this Prince he’s going to be working with. Eddie meets the Prince's eyes with a smile that’s not returned and bows.

The infinitesimal movement of the Prince’s head in return makes his heart sink, he turns away from the cold stare he’s getting when his new Captain calls his name, Eddie’s smile this time is returned, at least someone here seems pleased to see him.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Evan studies this intruder to his home as he stands there talking to his new captain, oblivious to how unwanted he is, he’s all straight and proud and confident, quietly confirming everything Evan’s been thinking about him for the last week.

Stupid. Unnecessary. Arrogant. Show off. Probably thinks he’s handsome too with a face like that. Not that Evan thinks he’s handsome, no he hates his face, he decided that the first time he smiled.

Nothing will convince him that this person in front of him is anything but a highly unnecessary and extremely annoying addition to his life. He doesn’t care what anyone else thinks he was doing very well without this stranger and he certainly doesn’t need anyone to help him with his sword skills thank you very much.

Sadly he seems to be the only one who thinks that so he’s stuck with him.

Eddie really wants to leave this awkward situation and go check on Bracken, he tries politely to get away but apparently they have people here who care for the horses, so no escaping that way. There’s a tight knot of disappointment festering in the pit of his stomach. At the start of the day he’d excited about this new stage in his life, pleased and proud to have been chosen to come here and help complete Prince Evan’s training. He’d heard good things about the Prince, that he’s smart, funny and dedicated to his people. The boy standing in front of him is not giving him that impression.

Eddie feels uneasy as he tries to ignore the unwelcoming and unmistakably frosty glare of the heir to the throne but despite the chilly welcome he keeps his chin high. He’s the son of a Lord after all, even if Lord Diaz’s home is too far away to matter to anyone here.

He risks a quick look; the Prince in question continues to glower at him, another tentative smile is met with stony silence and Eddie’s heart sinks further. How is he supposed to teach this boy the skills he’ll need in order to be a fit and worthy Prince? It takes a gigantic effort of will but Eddie suppresses his sigh, he likes a challenge but clearly this is going to be a nightmare.

The first day of training does not go well from anyone’s point of view.

It’s frustrating but Eddie tries, he really does, he’s new here and alone, it would be nice to make a friend but that’s obviously not going to happen because the Prince is brash and arrogant, he doesn’t listen to a word he says and is totally convinced he knows best.

Every piece of advice he gives is ignored or argued with but Eddie remains polite, at least at first. It becomes harder and harder as the day goes on to maintain his civility. Eventually he decides the only way forward is to demonstrate his skills, maybe that will get the Prince to listen to him, earn him his respect.

He performs an impressive maneuver involving a complicated twist and turn, a parry and thrust the result of which is the Prince disarmed and lying on his back in the dirt another sullen scowl on his face. As soon as he’s done it he realises it was probably a mistake, Princes don’t usually like being knocked to the ground. Walking over to where Prince Evan remains flat on his back breathing hard Eddie considers if he needs to apologise.

He stands next to him and looks down, the Prince is breathless and maybe there’s a flash of grudging admiration in the brilliant blue eyes staring up at him but it’s gone before he’s sure.

He holds out his hand to help him up.

Prince Evan finds his dissatisfaction with Squire Eddie magnifies with each parry and blow they exchange, he becomes more and more irritated the longer they train. It really doesn’t help that ‘he’ is extremely competent at every skill and technique they run through. It’s clear before too long that the older boy is actually much better than him and Evan hasn’t got the words to explain why that is so annoying or why it makes his heart race.

As they progress and the sun moves slowly higher in the sky changing the way their shadows fall he can tell, with some perverse delight that the older boy is getting frustrated. He’s glad, glad he can knock some of the shine of the brilliant young man standing before him glistening with sweat, nostrils flaring. He’s feeling quite pleased with himself and then Eddie performs a dazzling combination of moves that proves once and for all how good he really is.

The move takes him by surprise and despite his grudging admiration and something else that twists his stomach the final blow to his pride comes at the end of this display when his sword is knocked from his hand and he ends up flat on his back breathing hard looking up at a pair of frowning brown eyes.

Evan hates him so much. He’s tempted to kick his legs out from under him but he suspects that would be considered unprincley.

With no expression on his too perfect, too stupid face the terrible person looking down at him says “You lent too far back, lost your balance, it’s why you fell.”

The calm tone only serves to irritate Evan further. This, this nuisance is literally the worst person he’s ever met, but… his treacherous brain supplies the first word and then more tumble after it… he is good.

That does it, Evan’s a Prince and doesn’t need any of this, he ignores the offered hand, rolls over by himself then strides away without looking back.

He hears Eddie call out after him,

“You know it’s not a competition!”

The only dignified thing to do is to ignore him, which he does. Princes rise above such things.

Eddie holds back another sigh, possibly the fiftieth of the day. It’s probably fortunate that the Prince is too far away to hear the muttered second part of his last sentence, “but if it was I’d be winning.” Eddie winces, annoyed with himself for getting irritated, no that probably wouldn’t improve matters.

Left alone in the courtyard Eddie rubs at his eyes and thinks about the great start to his new role as he wanders off to find Bracken before he retreats to his bunk. All things considered I it’s been a disaster wonders how much worse tomorrow will get.

He has no idea as he drifts off to sleep later what kind of difference tomorrow will make to his life.

In bed that night the Prince of the realm twists and turns trying to work out how he can get the upper hand on the irritating newcomer tomorrow.

He has no idea that tomorrow is going to change everything in his life forever.

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#911 fic #911fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan ‘buck’ buckley #eddie díaz #911 fanfic #911 fox #prince!knight au #spotty scribbles

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Just had a LOT of thoughts on first Gai and Kakashi. (It was a sad one) in GOS.

What if this was Kakashi's first mortal friend. Like Kakashi knows about humans and how they work in theory! After all its been a few hundred years and (s)he's a very bright child, thank you very much!

But this may be one of the first times he made direct contact with a human, specifically one who is his own age (maturity / physically wise)! And who made such a scene trying to get to him and who was funny and kind and sweet and who LOVED his dogs- and he's like:

"...new friend! FIRST FRIEND. BEST FRIEND. THIS IS GREAT!" He's going to get his dad, and Tenzo, and all these other gods to get these humans up to speed because the tribe's a bit behind the other humans he knows and who worship gods. They only knew about 4 gods, which is not enough! There is a lot to learn. But he'll do a lot to get his best friend and his funny dad up to speed! ("See Gai's dad? That's how you should be." *nudge Sakumo* "That's how you be cool.")"

But... Kakashi... doesn't fully understand what it means to be mortal. And every time he leaves, Gai gets bigger. He's changing. The tribe is starting to look like a proper village but his "brief stints away" can go from many months, to years in between.

And Gai still fills him in of what happened in his life and all the progress being made every time they meet. He teases Kakashi about growing taller than him. (At some point he's like "look Kakashi! I think you grew an inch!" And Kakashi is beaming for months!). And maybe Kakashi actually tells Gai about being a boy and wonders how to tell his dad... and Gai, who now is an adult at this point gives him some advice and how his dad and him would talk about anything.

And that's the first hint Kakashi gets something is off because he just realized... he hasn't seen Dai in a while. Its been three visits. Where is your silly old man?

And Gai has to explain his dad died five years ago...

And Kakashi... is confused but... he tries to rationalize it. Its sad he missed that but he's also confused because... Dai was right there. Just a little while ago. Its liked he blinked and he was gone... and its hard to process for Kakashi.

But Gai is alright! He grew a silly beard like Dai had too so...he has to be okay right? He'll still be here when he comes back!

But Kakashi has not processed just how fleeting human lives are. And so when he meets Gai again after taking a bit of time to process all this information, the next time they meet, Gai has white in his hair. He just accuses him of copying him!

On Gai's part. He too adores his friend. Especially when they were young/ first met, he had a crush on them. Even after they told him he was a boy the crush stayed. And he tried to copy him and do what he said bringing agriculture to the land with his papa. Trying to make dogs happen with the wolf (instead he just got MORE, slightly-less-mean wolves!!! Domestication is taking a while.) Learning about the gods Kakashi introduced him to or taught him, dancing in the rain, cheering on every storm that passed through!

But as Gai grows older, the friendship remains the same, but the crush fades fast. Because he realizes... he and Kakashi will always be at different wave lengths. Kakashi is wise, intelligent, and clever... but he's a child. And when Kakashi pops in talking about things that happened years ago like it was yesterday, he fully understands the difference between them. And he never takes the relationship for granted, he loves how youthful Kakashi can be make him feel young again but its like... he knows he's now the adult in the situation, even though Kakashi has all the power.

Before he grows too old, he makes one last trip up the mountain. And makes the mural of Kakashi and his dogs. Adding more for dramatic effect, and also making Kakashi seem older and more masculine, because even that's not how Kakashi looks to him now, its how Kakashi mentioned he would want to look. And although Gai knows he'll never see it, he hopes Kakashi will get his wish and this is what he'll look like some day. He sends a prayer and a thank you to Kakashi, asking him to come see the art when he has time. And a thank you for all he's done for the village and himself. And he goes back down the mountain.

Kakashi hears the prayer but he's a bit busy. So he makes a note to check on it soon! And when he does, he LOVES it. Its a bit dusty, but he loves it SO much and he goes to tell Gai all about it.

But by the time he makes it to Gai. He's not....in the village any more. And he can't find him anywhere. He ends up asking around and eventually someone understand who they're talking to... and leads him to a grave.

Gai died one year ago.

And Kakashi learns this way...how short a mortal life really is.

To make it worse reincarnation may not be a thing yet and may be something Obito experiments with in a few hundred years so to him...it was the end of his first mortal friend.. and it would be forever. And he wasn't there for it.

Its probably the only lifetime Kakashi isn't there when Gai passes. But also the first time he ends up flooding the world over his friend's death.

(I could see his dad needing to comfort him after this happens.)

(Sorry again if this was long)

Was I right about any of that?

Oh gosh Kakashi flooding the world because the sadness overwhelms him abd he’s still working on control.

He didn’t mean to hurt people. His intention was never to take lives

But it’s what happens.

The realization hits him and suddenly there’s water flooding everywhere, consuming the workd. Hashirama and Mito have to act fast to organize the gods and save people, but a lot of them still die

The great flood is the first instance of the terrible reality of Kakashi’s rain’s. They’re life giving, but they can also just as easily take life in an instant.

Obito see’s this and doesn’t want to see his brother hurt like that (mimicking how Obito in cannon doesn’t really want to see Kakashi hurt. He wants him to live in a dream world where he can stop hurting) so he takes that bew soul he got that he hadn’t thought too much and places it in the sky.

It’s not the first star, but it’s among the first and it’s the first one Obito saves for his brother. The only one he ever saves for Kakashi.

And then he starts experimenting with reincarnation. There’s some failures and a lot of learning to do, but a few hundred years later while the people of the village are still in a very basic agricultural state (far away from any major growth. Let them take their time) he finally gets it and brings Gai back, but he doesn’t tell Kakashi because he wants to make sure it really worked

But the. Gai grows up and challenges a god and everyone comes to realize just what Obito did

#GOS AU #God of Storms au

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funmalibmillie · 6 months

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Can you tell that I had way too much making the first half of this pic if I made up some supportive images on Canva for it? I'll be posting the images I did that accompany my new bkdk fanfic piece "Ripple" on Archive of our own. Check out Chapter 1 of Ripple: Chapter 1: Denki Bares the News

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It’s the morning before the celebration of the New Year 2200 and this was a rare opportunity for Best Jeanist to give Katsuki some time off from hero work. Alright, Alright…gave is putting it lightly. Forced. Forced is more like it. Katsuki told Billie Jeans that he was fine. He’s just had a lot on his mind recently which made him just a tiny-smidgen-you-can’t-even-see-it-through-a-microscope upset! A lot being a green haired, green eyed freckled asswipe that has haunted his every wet dream almost every night since the end of the war in their first year. His hand has amazing stamina at this point. He just…can’t tell Deku his feelings for obvious reasons. Katsuki has been breaking his ass to reach his childhood goal of the Number 1 Hero spot. There is no time for shitty extras and sappy romances; they’ll just get in his way and he’ll never be number 1 with such distractions. Especially when one of the people in his damn way right now is Deku ranking 5th in the recent fucking hero charts with Katsuki at the 6th! THE 6TH! Stupid Nerd! Stupid Starry Freckles! Stupid Blinding Smile! Stupid Forest-laden Eyes! Stupid Chiseled Greek God Body! Stupid Voice that got deeper as they got older and now sounds like vocal chocolate that Katsuki wanted to lick into oblivion! S-Stupid EVERYTHING! Everything is out of order! First is Katsuki (ALWAYS) and then Deku (IF HE’S LUCKY!). So Katsuki Bakugo does NOT have time to take a vacation or date or do any other distracting thing when he could be doing more to up his ranks! Seriously, Universe?? Go fuck yourself.

Billie Jeans seems to disagree and thinks Katsuki’s “unwillingness” to not stay after work; his increased—albeit-already-abnormally-high-for-your-average-22-year-old—irritability toward anyone simply breathing; and his not-so-subtle-but-totally-not-a-big-deal “ExTReMe UsE oF FooORCe” as obnoxiously mentioned by the media on small-time villains will get in the way of his hero work.

Standing high on his designer Levi-branded soapbox, Denim Head went on the same rant he’s told Bakugo over a thousand times about how similar he was to the younger man as a hot-headed, childish, and arrogant new hero years ago. He paid a high price for his cockiness one day, when due to his lack of attention, a villain he apprehended broke loose, causing the death of a civilian and a still-missing child. That incident forever changed the way the fashion hero performed his duties, and he’s never stopped looking for the missing kid. He targeted the hot-headed ash blond because he didn’t want Katsuki to make a similar mistake and—blah blah blah.

Shit happens, ok?! I mean, Katsuki’s not heartless anymore, but he still knows that things don’t always come out perfect in a hero/villain situation. Jeansie didn’t go into much detail, but it wasn’t his fault, it was the villain’s. Right? Right. As for Katsuki, this was totally unrelated. So what if the younger blond hero used a howitzer impact on a petty purse thief last month? Makes the shitty villain more convinced to not do it or other crap like that again. Faster reform for the snatcher and a bigger message to the remaining extras in Japan who might want to try the same stupid crap on his watch. It’s win-win situation, right? But NNoOoOooOo. Apparently, that and yelling at reporters and making 1 or 2…or 4 dispatch workers cry within the last 5 days is means for Billie Jeans to give his explosive ash blonde sidekick of 3 years an ultimatum—take at least two weeks of earned leave or take two months of suspension from hero work. Guess which one Katsuki picked?

Sigh…so there he was. Begrudgingly at the favorite brunch restaurant of his Bakusquad (Raccoon Eyes, Soy Sauce Face, Shitty Hair, Ears, and Sparkplug), on the verge of getting kicked out since Damn Denki can’t hold his alcohol from the bottomless mimosas the table ordered. Katsuki doesn’t drink alcohol frequently and if he does, he has his reasons, but he doesn’t get shit-faced like the rest of his (don’t-tell-them-this) friends. It’s just wet carbs to him and he’s on a tight eating regime and sleep schedule. Mina is currently laughing her ass off and trying in vain to prevent the Chargedolt from getting on top of the table and singing a recent pop song VERY off-key. Soy Sauce Face and Shitty Hair are loudly yucking away about the MMA fighter line-up coming this weekend and Ears is just sitting coolly and seemingly unaffected…oh she has noise reduction buds on (good idea). And out of the corner of his eye, a poor young waitress stands off to the side, shaking her head, which Katsuki is sure he hears her say before she storms away, throwing off her apron: “They don’t pay me enough for this shit.” Tch. Same, Girl. Same.

“Guys! Guys!” loudly slurs the blonde electric hero. Luckily, it was was too early in the morning to be that crowded, but Mina’s always anticipated the rowdiness of the crew and booked a semi secluded area of the restaurant.

“Keep it down, Denks!” Demands Mina.

“Got it!” Continues Denki at the same volume. “Did you hear? Shindo is gonna propose to Midoriya tonight at the New Year’s Hero Gala!”

(Cue Record Needle Scratch) SCCCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

“HHHHHAAAAAANNNNNHHHHH???!!!!!!!” Katsuki interjects, hiding a twinge of sadness and jealousy under his signature angry scowl. He knew of Deku and Pan-Quake dating but didn’t think they were that serious.

Mina: “Oh, yeah, you didn’t know Blasty?”

Katsuki (tries to not express his annoyance): “Tch. My guess is Pan-Quake is just trying to use Dumbass Deku for his hero ranking to boost himself up.”

“Uh…” Speaks Kirishima, “Kats, I don’t know about that. I think Shindo’s been serious from the get-go about Mido since the provisional licensing exam.”

Sero mentions brightly: Literally swooped him off his feet that day!

“Haven’t they only been dating for about 8 months?” Asks Jiro, she seems to be suddenly engaged with conversation now that the voices have returned to reasonable decibels.

Sero: Yeah, but I think they’ve been off and on for the past couple of years. They’ve known each other for while, and they work at the same agency now, right? Mirko’s?

Denki (Sighs slowly while staring into the distance, sitting his chin in the palm of his hand): Oh, yes. My lavender lover is at Mirko’s, too!

Jiro (smirking): So is Momo.

Kirishima (bringing the conversation back to the greenie): I think Yo-kun’s been chasing after Midobro since he got back from his overseas mission after we all graduated.

Mina: Naw, even before then too, Babe. Remember when all the hero schools partnered more after the war? Whenever we combined with Ketsubutsu, Yo-kun had nothing but heart eyes for Midoriya then too.

Denki (coming back to earth): Well…If my gossip is right, and it always is, Shindo is going all in. Even the Sahara Desert doesn’t compare to his thirst for the green bean.

Sero: Didn’t Izuku save him from Muscular when he went on his vigilante shit?

Denki: Holy fuck, you’re right!

Mina: No wonder he’s head over-heels!

Jiro: I mean, yeah, have you guys even seen the new magazine highlighting the top 5 heroes recently??

Oh…Um…Yeah…Katsuki definitely saw the new magazine and NO he didn’t get it because of the shitty nerd even though that was his first time buying the magazine since All Might retired. He got it for…for…analytical purposes…yeah…ANALYTICAL PURPOSES for when he outranks Deku in the next hero billboard charts in a few months. Nice to get an idea of what they’ll ask him when he hits top 5. And NO, Katsuki absolutely didn’t go home and read and reread the entire article on Deku for over 45 minutes completely ignoring the rest of the magazine. And under NOcircumstances-NONE-NADA-ZERO-did he jerk off once or twice or four to Stupid Deku’s photo spread! Katsuki was still having a hard time focusing, not just on the magazine which he may or may not take out later for more analytical purposes, but marriage? The nerd? To some extra like the human vibrator of all people? Didn’t Deku have standards? And plus, aren’t they all too young? Yeah, they’ve seen some shit with the war and everything, but for Katsuki, that only fueled him to get to his dreams faster of being the number 1 hero, not…ya-know…fall in love or anything like that. Or admit his love to Number 5 for that matter. He’s had a few flings and one-night stands to get the edge off, but he’s not longed for anything beyond that, well…it doesn’t help perhaps that he mostly imagined his partners with freckled and scarred skin, green hair and green eyes, but still.

Kirishima: Woof. Who hasn’t seen it? Our little Greenie’s come a long way, hasn’t he? Super ma—

Denki: —I’d like to make him come a long way, if you catch my—

Jiro: Puh-lease Denks, it’s 10 in the morning!!!

Denki: Okay! Okay. Either way, it’s definitely happening tonight. My sources—

Kirishima: What sourc—

Denki: Doesn’t matter. My sources say that Shindo No-Mo-Ho has had the ring since the summertime, and was actually planning on taking our Mido to Yuuga’s Restaurant and Vineyard to propose then, but ya know…hero work and all that.

Sero: Did you say Yuuga’s? As in Aoyama Yuuga?

Mina: Yes, the one who refused to tell us how or why he managed to bitch Mineta.

Jiro: In all fairness, Grape Juice was a sick bitch to begin with.

Denki: He goes by WineNDine now. Remember? Either way, Whatever magic or quirk our blond drag glitter queen pulled, had Mineta singing a new tune when we came back as second years.

Katsuki found himself tuning them out on their next wave of gossip, his thoughts going toward a man of green. As a matter of fact, when was the last time he talked with Deku? Like really talked? Was it Auntie’s and All Might wedding a year and a half ago? Shit. He really dropped the ball in keeping up with him. Izuku texts him every now and again, but Katsuki rarely responds back and if he does, it’s normally short responses. Nothing to keep the conversation going. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn’t heard from the nerd in a while.

Mina (reaching over the table to wave a hand in Bakugo’s face): Blasty…Yoohoo?! Are you still on earth with us?

Katsuki (shaking out of his daze): SHUT THE HELL UP!

Denki: Ah, there he is. So…how are you feeling about this Kats?

Katsuki: Fuck do you mean. Dunce Face?

Kirishima: Come on Bakubro, we all know you’ve been pining for Mido for a long LONG time now. Holding in your true feelings’ not very ma—

Katsuki: —I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Throwing up their hands together in perfect practiced choreography, Jirou, Kirishima, Sero, Mina and Denki all grunt in unison: UGH, HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Katsuki: WHAT?!

Kirishima: Seriously?! Bakubro, how long are you going to do this for?!

Sero: Well…you know what guys? Now that I think about it, it’s too late isn’t it?

Mina: To tell the truth? It’s never too late for that, even it’s just to get it off your chest. –nods at Sero then returns her attention to the irate blond—Blasty, you’ve almost died! Both of you! All of us! Multiple times! None of those moments ever showed you that maybe—just maybe—that life is too short to handle your relationship—

Denki: Or lack thereof

Mina (continues over Denki): —the way you do?

Jiro: We all know he confessed to you the night of the graduation party.

Katsuki: Wha-how do you know that, Ears?!

Kirishima glared at Katsuki—a rare sighting on his normally happy-go-lucky friend: Bro, because he asked us for advice on how to approach you about it.

Oh no. The nerd got the squad involved? Shit.

Sero (voice downcast): Yeah, Kats, he wanted to see if we might know how you’d respond.

Denki: We all told him yes, that you…

Katsuki: —that I what?

Mina: that you liked—maybe even loved—him beyond the platonic sense.

Jiro: Yeah, Bakugo, the signs were all there. By our 3rd year—hell even before then—you shifted when it came to Midoriya. You may have spewed the regular insult, but it didn’t have as much bite as it did as in our first year.

Kirishima: When you two sparred or went out on your internships or just hung out with everyone during game night, you were a Wonder Duo. Like you two worked so perfectly in sync as if you were made for each other—on and off the field. It was incredible to see that, it was super ma—

Sero: —Plus, it was the way you looked at him sometimes Kats. Don’t think we never noticed. By the time we graduated, you would get more and more “angry”—sero puts up air quotation marks—by the tiniest stuff Midoriya would do. You paid attention to him more; you’re damn eyes were pretty glued to him.

Denki: You even smiled more! God, the first time that happened, I thought you were demon possessed! I was half tempted to asked you for your TIC (Toga Identity Code)!

Mina: So, imagine our surprise on graduation night, when you came back down from the roof top alone huffing and puffing with poor Midoriya nowhere in sight? We only learned later that he locked himself in his room for two days only to suddenly pop out afterward and tell everyone he’d taken a job overseas for a year.

Of course Katsuki remembers that night. Too fucking well actually. While he has many regrets he refuses to voice—other than his apology for how he treated Izuku when he was younger—the one he made that night…made the top spot.

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CUE FLASHBACK START: MAY 11, 2196

On graduation night, bathed in the twilight's bittersweet purples and pinks, Izuku mustered his courage. Sweat coated his palms, and his heartbeat reverberated in his ears like a dolorous chant. The time had come.

Katsuki always paid close attention to details. It was in those details he found his next move. Always a man of action. Every knoll and cranny of the UA whispered tales of his own journey of a hero in training. For three years, they had been together — him, his friends, and his insecurities, and most interestingly…Izuku. The feelings that blossomed for the greenie over time were just as vibrant as the man itself. Tonight as he followed Izuku to the UA rooftop, the echoes of his past were overpowered by the pulsating rhythm of his heart.

The door to the rooftop creaked under their history, blending with the laughter of nervous anticipation.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Izuku asked, gesturing to the vast cityscape bathed in the moon's tender glow. The neon lights flickered on and off like fireflies.

Katsuki nodded hesitatingly, attempting to purge the sinking feeling from his heart and replace it with the grandeur of the scene. Everything to Katsuki was Izuku. The latter had been a constant. The anchor in his raging storm, keeping Katsuki together and grounding him though he didn’t admit it. But there was a strange energy in the air tonight, a sense that something irrevocable was on the brink.

"I've, uh, I've wanted to tell you something for a while now, Kacchan," Izuku began, drawing Katsuki's attention away from captivating view of the city they’ve saved countless times as a Wonder Duo to the more mesmerizing view of the man beside him. This wasn't the same scrawny, quirkless boy who Katsuki betrayed and used as a punching bag. This Deku was different. This was Izuku.

At first glance, he would pass as the person the blond used to know. Same green eyes that sparkled with peridots and emeralds, but these held an added depth to them, hardened like a diamond under pressure. His hair was still viridian evergreen but ran wild like tiger stripes, earning him an air of rugged charm. His well-worn ridiculous ‘T-Shirt’ t-shirt hugged his bulkier frame, revealing the physical testament to a sudden life of heroics as the ninth and final wielder of One for All. Katsuki examined Izuku, his heart squirmed in its cage, caught off guard by an overwhelming rush of emotions. God…could the nerd have looked more glorious?

His voice trembled slightly, “Kacchan, I…uhm…”

Katsuki’s never been a man of words. Neither was he a patient one and his nervousness definitely didn’t help lighten the mood, but he barked with no bite: “Spit it out, nerd. Haven’t we gotten past you being nervous and shit around me?”

Izuku: Well, it’s…this…is not that easy.

Katsuki: Come out with it, dumbass, I ain’t getting any younger!

Izuku: I love you! Or rather I like you a lot. But like…like like. Is that too much? I just—”

Izuku rambled on but the world spun around Katsuki, and he didn’t hear a damn thing. A strange feeling, a cocktail of excitement, relief, and dread, settled in his gut. The confession mirrored the blonde’s feelings and stirred a gale in his heart yet; he utterly feared the repercussions. He wanted Izuku. Gods, he wanted him. Strip him bare, bend Deku over and ram into his ass right then and there with all the stars and holy hosts watching above them, but Katsuki couldn’t. The blond didn’t want to address those types of feelings. Not right now. After dying at the war and learning of the sacrifices made to keep him alive, he became even more determined to pursue his dream of the Number 1 Hero spot. He didn’t want to make time for…this…but in the future, yes. Oh gods yes, Izuku please. And if he was honest, he felt Deku deserved better. Preferably someone who didn’t come up with the name “Deku.” Someone who didn’t hurt him. Someone equally loyal and bright and blinding. Izuku’s freckled Adonis body only knew Katsuki’s hands as an abuser, a bully, a rival, and the blond didn’t know if his hands could be anything else for Izuku beyond that. Coming back from his thoughts and catching the nerd in a mutter, his heart ached at his decision.

Izuku: “I-I have been in love with you for—uhm—for…geez…ever? I just didn’t want for both of us to graduate today and not tell you how I fe—

Katsuki couldn't meet his gaze, feeling himself a traitor: I don’t love you.

Silence followed his declaration — pure and unwavering, casting a hallowed spell over them.

Izuku, the bright ray of sunshine that he his…Izuku’s smile didn't falter, but in his eyes were trees of the deepest rainforest rocked and bent relentlessly back and forth from a hurricane of hurt. Katsuki wanted to take the words back then and there. The blond cared for him, loved him with a passion as explosive as his quirk, but his own insecurities and fears of commitment clouded his senses. He was too afraid to accept that he could be enough for Izuku, that he could, in fact, love him, worship him the way Deku deserved.

Izuku: I….oh. Oh. I…

Katsuki eyes brimmed with an uncanny mixture of regret and guilt. He tried to hide his hitching breath, and he felt the world beneath them give away.

Katsuki: Sor-, I-, Deku, Y-you need get over me. Get over this. I-I’m s…I just. I’m not in love with you like that.

Izuku (stutter completely gone): I understand. Thanks for being straightforward, Kacchan.

Katsuki: Tch. W-whatever nerd. We won’t speak of this again. This will stay between us, y-yeah? Just—let’s just get back downstairs.

Izuku: I’ll head down in a minute. –wipes at a tear falling down his cheek— Enjoy the party.

Leaving Izuku on the rooftop, Katsuki returns to the commotion below. Despite the masses moving with Jiro’s music, he can feel eyes on him as he made his way to kitchen.

Kirishima looks nervously at Sero, Mina, and Denki before speaking: “Bakubro, y-you um-“

“What Shitty Hair?” huffs the blond, irritated by the existence of people in general at the moment, saddling roughly at the kitchen island bar.

“Nothing Blasty, here’s a drink!” Interrupts Mina, giving Kiri a woeful smile and a slight shake of the head. “Congrats on uh…getting an offer at Best Jeanist’s Agency.”

“Tch. Of fucking course. What would Billie Jeans do without me?” He spits, his eyes never making contact with theirs’s.

Denki shakes his head and offers a wince that passes as a tired smile. He sighs. “Yeah. Yeah Kat. Congrats.”

The night weighed on Katsuki like no other. When the nerd returned from the US, he became an even greater force to be reckoned with: more confident in his sense of self, more fluid in his quirk, more socially adept, more devastatingly beautiful, and Katsuki just didn’t know what to feel. His feelings never changed for Deku; they only deepened. As they deepened, Katsuki grew more distant.

FLASH BACK END.

Katsuki can barely form a coherent thought. He needed some time to himself. The nerd wasn’t seriously tying the knot right now was he? They’re in their 20’s for Kami sake, should they be really thinking about heavy crap like marriage when they have the rest of their lives to go for that sappy shit? And why fucking Pan-Quake? Katsuki abruptly rises from his seat, grabs his wallet and puts cash on the table for his portion of the meal. He’ll get to the bottom of this.

Katsuki: Just leave it alone, guys. As long as the nerd is…happy.

Kirishima: Kat. We were just—

Katsuki makes a predatorial glare at the squad before pacing out: Leave. It. Alone.

Denki (woefully too inebriated to care about the death glare): Wait, where are you headed out to, Kats?

Katsuki (already walking away shouts over his shoulder): Picking up some shit for the old hag! Now, fuck off!

As the blond makes his way out toward his car, he whips out his phone to do something he realizes he hasn’t done in a while: initiate contact with Izuku. Upon closer inspection of the text message dates when he presses send, he comes to a startling discovery:

“Holy shit. How did I forget the nerd’s birthday?”

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Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 3)

Part 2

note: you guys i’m so deadass when i say i genuinely look forward to all of your comments, they never fail to make me laugh. thank you for liking this so much and for vibing with me. i also have another tiny thingy coming soon but this was what i wanted to get out first. lots of love

warnings: explicit language, men (derogatory)

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Alec still snored just as loudly as she remembered. And hogged all of her blankets. And snuggled way too close when she was already sweating.

But it was perfect, and she’d take a lifetime of sweaty miserable nights if it meant having him close.

Gwyn woke up with a pep in her step and cheer in her tone. Alec had already made her coffee when she rolled out of bed, handing over her mug with a small smile.

She missed this. The normalcy of it. She missed him.

“You gonna run a comb through that rat’s nest, or are we just going to work looking like assholes now?”

Okay she missed most of him.

They dressed in tandem, exchanging jokes and shoves when the other one got too close, and for the first time in a long time, Gwyn felt at ease. Like she was back in her element, no longer a fish very much out of water.

Alec, like usual, snagged her keys before she could and insisted on driving them to work. They had made it all of two miles when Alec scoffed, “What kind of shit are you listening to?”, before switching the radio station.

Gwyn’s heart had stilled, just for a moment, but enough to feel it.

But the world kept spinning and the day went on. She could do this. Little by little she’d work him out of her life, and maybe changing the radio station was the first little step in doing that.

So she didn’t put up a fight. She didn’t scramble to flip it back. She didn’t fuss.

She did, however, clench her hands against her thighs.

As soon as they arrived at work, they were being swept in and ordered to change into their flight suits. “Hit the ground running,” Alec had said.

She spent considerable time zipping herself into the suit she had become so familiar with, littered in patches, and brushing her hair back into whatever the navy deemed a “fly-safe” bun. She spared herself exactly 45 seconds in the mirror for a pep talk before heading for the door where she met Alec. The older pilot had leaned himself against the opposite wall in the perfect picture of cool and calm, every bit the talented RIO she had heard rumors of.

“Damn baby, you look tasty in that canvas,” he joked, swatting at her backside as she passed.

Baby. No one had called her baby in a long time. Hell, the last person who did was-

No.

Not today. Today, there were other things to think about. Bigger things. Like the details of this detachment she had been shipped out for without warning or explanation. The tragedy of her love life could certainly take a back burner for the day.

Hopefully.

They wound their way through endless hallways until they were shoving through heavy double doors that led them straight to a hangar. Familiar, never too different from the next naval base. Easy and manageable.

She really could do this.

Pilots milled about, varying ages and statures, but one thing remained the same.

They were all men.

Gwyn swallowed, that familiar feeling of being out of place creeping back in. She knew these things, and how they often played out. No matter what she did, no matter how much she proved, she was pushing her way into a boys’ club. Having Alec in her backseat had always helped, but this wasn’t flight school and this wasn’t Top Gun. These weren’t shiny-faced newbies with the same rank as her. These were grown men with years of work and life experience stacked against hers, and it wouldn’t be long before the jabs started.

Gwyn gave it ten minutes before one of them landed the first blow.

Alec reached to give her hand a small squeeze, a knowing look in his eyes. He had seen how awful it had been in those early days, the strain of being the black sheep in the flock no matter how good she was at her job. But he had been there, and he was here now.

“Do my eyes deceive me?”

Gwyn spun quickly, brow furrowed then smoothing when she caught sight of a familiar mustached grin.

Rooster.

She was embracing him as soon as he was close enough to hug, and he met her with an equally bone-crushing squeeze. Alec slapped him on the back in that way that guys often did, and Gwyn pulled back to see Bradley grinning. “What are you doing here, Bradshaw?”

Rooster shrugged, a casual gesture that seemed a little too practiced to be natural. Gwyn’s hackles raised. Hiding something, but what, she didn’t know.

“Got called in. Same as you, I guess.”

He knew something she didn’t. It wasn’t like Bradley to keep friends in the dark unless necessary, but still, she wanted to claw at that look and demand to be let in on his secret.

‘Or maybe you’re insane and paranoid,’ a small voice whispered in her head.

She wanted to relax and give him the benefit of the doubt. Things had been stressful and maybe they’d taken a toll on her nerves. But she couldn’t shake the way Bradley’s eyes kept darting over her shoulder.

Another pilot sauntered up next to Rooster then, just about Alec’s age but nowhere near as handsome. “Who do we have here?” And even his voice sounded venomous.

Ignoring the tone, Bradshaw addressed the newcomer with a tight smile. “Vegas, this is Lieutenant Canadee and Shaw. Canadee here is one of the best pilots I’ve ever met, so ease up maybe.”

Gwyn’s chest constricted at the sentiment, flattered by all means.

That didn’t last for long.

“The best, huh?” Vegas smirked before extending a hand to Alec. “Nice to meet you, then.”

Guess it didn’t take ten minutes.

Alec snickered, reaching out with two fingers to push the outstretched hand in her direction. “I’m not the pilot.”

Vegas’ eyes flashed as confusion crossed his face while his eyes fell on her for what felt like the first time in their conversation. He let his gaze trail up and down, assessing her before he gave a simple “hm”, and slid by her.

Asshole.

Her backseater was giggling like a kid, barely stifling it in his hand as Bradley looked on, mortified.

“I’m sorry, he can be kind of an ass.”

But Gwyn waved him off, no longer rattled by the arrogance of her male counterparts. She’d handled them for years now, she could do it now, too. She could. Really, she could.

When a job like this came around, you didn’t let a few jackasses with egos to compensate for their dicks get to you. So Gwyn would be unshakeable and unmovable. She’d be better than them, and let them grovel amongst themselves. Nothing and no one could rattle her now.

“Lieutenant Canadee.”

Ice flooded her veins. The air around them chilled. She saw Alec’s neck snap towards the man approaching behind them, his eyes borderline frantic.

Because she knew that voice. The same voice she sometimes heard in her dreams when she finally managed to wrestle herself to sleep. A voice that would mock her by saying, “You’ll always be my girl, but this isn’t working anymore. I’m sorry.”

She swallowed. Once. Twice.

Unmovable. Unshakeable.

But as she spun on her heel to face the very person that had tormented her every waking moment for months, she could literally feel the fight leave her body.

“Lieutenant Seresin.” Her voice had hollowed out, almost breathless as she said his name.

Jake looked good, so much better than she remembered. Devastatingly handsome and cut in all the right places. Those same green eyes that had once looked at her like she hung the stars now regarded her with a practiced, cool indifference.

So this is who they were now. Coworkers. That was all.

Jake’s brow furrowed for a second, but he dropped the expression as he greeted her counterpart with a simple, “Shaw.”

Alec’s lips had thinned and he had inched closer to Gwyn. Just a fraction, but she could feel the noticeable brush of his hand against hers. “Hangman,” he bit out.

If Jake noticed the animosity from her friend, he didn’t show it, throwing a quick glance over her head at who she presumed was Bradley before glancing back at her. “I heard you guys would be joining us.”

And it was obvious in retrospect, Gwyn thought. Any super special mission that required her to drop everything and jet off away from her post at Top Gun would involve Jake Seresin. The best of the best.

Her palms had gone clammy. Fearing her voice would fail her, she opted to drop her head in curt nod instead. A short call ringing out through the hangar saved her from having to respond any further, and Alec was dragging her to fall in line without another word to Jake.

He was here. In the flesh. She should have expected it, and maybe a small part of her did, but she had sworn off thinking about Jake and that included thinking about the possibility of him showing up for this detachment. She had shot herself in the foot in her quest to do away with him.

God. Her life was a sick fucking joke.

She fell into line next to Alec, straightening to attention as some higher up prowled down the line of pilots gathered. She chanced a small glance down the line to size up the rest of the group, her confidence shrinking with every person she looked over. They were all older. And older meant smarter.

Her eyes raked over Jake, not in line with the rest of them, but rather standing off to the side. Of course, standing in line was probably below the great and mighty Jake Seresin.

She wanted to scoff. Maybe he was every bit the pompous asshole she had thought him to be when she first met him. It was easy to hate him then. She almost hoped she could get back to that point.

‘You’re looking for a reason to hate him,’ her brain supplied uselessly.

‘I know,’ she bit back in defeat.

Admiral So-and-So ran through the basics of the mission, some stealth mission in order to obtain intelligence on some foreign entity in the west. Fairly routine, save for their air defense. Nothing they couldn’t handle and a total cakewalk compared to her last mission.

She shuddered at the memory before the admiral continued.

“You all have been selected because of your performances and talent behind the wheel. We’ll spend a few weeks training and getting a feel for everyone’s flying and start weeding you out one by one as we get closer to launch. Until then, Captain Seresin will be conducting your training.”

Gwyn’s shoulders seized.

Captain.

Before she could stop herself, her eyes were snapping back to him to find him already looking at her. Her brows furrowed. Why hadn’t he corrected her? Why didn’t he tell her?

‘He doesn’t owe you that kind of information anymore.’

And sure, that was fair. But Jake Seresin wasn’t the type to let a subordinate address him as “lieutenant” if that wasn’t the truth.

Had this been what Bradley had been geeking out over? What he had been keeping from her?

She blew air through her nostrils, calming her nerves as they fried.

Unmovable. Unshakeable.

She would be a fortress. She would be better.

This would not trip her up.

“Ridiculous,” came the hiss from somewhere further down the line.

Jake’s eyes broke from hers. “Something wrong, Shakespeare?”

Gwyn turned to find a much older man, just starting to barely gray at his temples, shaking his head with a set jaw. He cast a glance at her, and the iciness of it made her pause.

“I just find it a bit insulting that after the years I’ve put into this job, you have me lined up next to a couple of kids.” He was full on glaring at her now, eyes bouncing between her and Alec. “I mean you’ve got some backseat boy who’s barely seen action and a girl who looks better suited for a shift at Hooters. No offense sweetheart.”

Alec moved to lunge, but Gwyn grabbed his arm with a squeeze. His jaw was set, firm and rigid like his posture. She had seen him angry plenty of times, but the tension of the day seemed to be heightening it to levels she had never seen from him.

He turned to face her, and she shook her head. They would handle this like they always did: in the cockpit.

“It just feels like a slap in the face that you have me lumped in with a couple of kids who just graduated Top Gun like a year ago,” he continued on.

Alec’s lips broke into a smirk, and Gwyn held her breath. She could physically hold him back, but there was nothing she could do about his mouth.

“So you’ve heard of us?”

Shakespeare turned to give him a scathing look, bordering on annoyed. “Yeah, and?”

Alec full on grinned then, serpentine and lined with mischief. “Funny, I can’t say the same.”

Breath stilled in her lungs. The older man’s eyes narrowed to slits, and fuck, he looked pissed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A shrug, but she knew better than to trust it. Alec smiled again. “It’s just a little weird, I guess. I mean, you’ve spent all these years as a pilot and you haven’t done anything notable? It seems a little… What’s the word?” He tapped at his chin in a show of contemplation before smirking. “Pathetic? Yeah, that’s it.”

Shakespeare’s entire face turned crimson, and Gwyn braced for the tongue lashing or beating Alec was sure to take, but Jake’s voice cut through the air.

“Any questions about anyone’s talents can be answered out there,” he spoke with a wave towards the open hangar door. “Wheels up in ten minutes. Go.”

She all but dragged Alec to the tarmac.

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Being back in the air after days of being grounded was cathartic. Nothing else seemed to matter as she pushed through open air.

Dogfighting came so naturally these days between her constant drills as instructor and secret joyrides she sometimes took with one of her coworkers that she had bonded with.

“Vegas, you’re out,” she breathed, pulling hard and banking left. A string of expletives crackled through her radio, and she answered with a silent smile.

‘Should’ve listened to Bradshaw, asshole.’

This was her element. Everything from the rush to the dizziness was purely and uniquely hers. She had gotten better over the year, and there was a certain thrill about taking those skills against seasoned professionals instead of her usual group of students.

“Bradshaw, do you prefer being on top or bottom?” Alec teased, eyes locked on his screen. This was his element too, his domain.

A burst of laughter rang through her ears as Rooster cackled. “Why? Trying to make a move on me, Shaw?”

“Not at all,” Alec smirked. “Just wanted to know how you wanted it when Cheek gun locks your ass.”

“Roo, you’re dead,” she cut in, dropping in behind him and quickly rolling out before he could fully register her presence.

A sigh through the comms. Then, “Couldn’t even take me to dinner first?”

“Is that all it takes?” Gwyn snarked, eyes scanning open air for any shadow or shape that might tell her where the last two planes were.

Shakespeare. And Jake.

“Hangman” up here.

“There you are,” came a grating singsong voice through her headset.

Without thinking, Gwyn scissored her plane, rocking back and forth until she could tell for sure where Shakespeare was. She’d be damned if she let him of all people be the one to send her back to the tarmac early.

“On our ass,” Alec provided. She could hear the smile in his voice. “Do that thing you know I like, baby.”

She giggled at the sheer flirtiness in his voice. “Hold on tight, cowboy.”

And then she cut the engine.

The descent was quick and furious and a bit nauseating considering she hadn’t done it in quite some time, but still, it was her depth.

A startled curse sounded in her headset, and Gwyn knew she had him. Pulling up quickly, she pushed her nose until she was level behind him. “Dead,” she taunted.

Another curse, one she would have reveled in if Jake’s voice hadn’t cut her off.

“So are you.”

Alec groaned behind her, and she turned to see the hulking form of Jake’s plane just behind hers. How he had managed to slip behind her undetected was beyond her, but she supposed she should’ve been paying attention. “Great,” she muttered.

“Not falling for that one ever again,” and it almost sounded like Jake was…

Joking with her?

It was too much. Too fast and too much. So she didn’t respond, letting an awkward silence tense the space between them.

“Take me back, Cheek, I’m getting a headache,” Alec slid in smoothly. She’d thank him later for saving her. For now, she spun them back to the tarmac in silence, overly aware of the listening ears on the other end of her radio.

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“Are you fucking kidding me?”

They had made it all of two steps inside the hangar when Shakespeare was storming towards them in a huff.

Wonderful.

“I mean, what the fuck was that?” he yelled, getting alarmingly close to them, eyes solely trained on her.

Alec reached around to push her behind him, just enough to keep her out of his way. “Is there a problem?”

Shakespeare looked at him now, eyes narrowing. “You can’t be serious,” he gaped incredulously, throwing his hands up when Alec shrugged. “That little stunt you pulled out there? You only sniped me because I was taken off guard.”

“Yes, because any enemy plane is going to give you a heads up before they engage right?” And Alec sounded downright pissed despite his joking words.

The older man pushed on, voice still rising. “You broke the hard deck!” he roared.

“I didn’t set one.”

Gwyn’s senses dialed up to eleven as Jake appeared by her shoulder, so much closer than he had been all day. Closer than he had been in seven months.

Shakespeare whirled on him, confusion settling into the subtle lines on his face. “I’m sorry?”

Jake shrugged, clasping his hands in front of him in a stance that exuded power. “As captain, it’s my job to set a hard deck. I didn’t set one.” His eyes slid to her briefly, quick enough that she thought she might have imagined it. “There was no hard deck on this hop.”

The memory of one of their first conversations, nearly twin to this one, came flooding back and coiled low in her belly.

“So she just gets away with it?”

“She’s not ‘getting away’ with anything,” Jake’s tone turned dark. “She didn’t break any rules. Maybe you should have been listening more closely when I was instructing.”

Alec’s infamous grin broke out, and Gwyn almost laughed at the rage that flared in Shakespeare's eyes as her friend spoke. “They say hearing goes first in old age.”

That does it.

Her shoulders are shaking in laughter, and she catches Jake’s lips quirk in a small smile. The sight makes her freeze, humor drifting out like a raft stuck at sea, and she suddenly needs to be very, very far away.

“Well,” she cuts in before the pilot in front of her can lay into Alec anymore. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m late for my shift at Hooters.”

A roar of laughter punches out of Alec before he spins on his heel to follow her out.

It didn’t matter where she was going, so long as it was away from Jake and his disarming smile.

Unmovable. Unshakeable.

Part 4

tags: @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @unknown1010000202 @alanadetigy @barbiewritesstuff @dempy @maggieromanov @jake-h-ngm-n-seresin @fangirlingoverfangirls @mavswife @the-winter-marvel33 @fuzzy-panda @fangirlofallthings22 @wildxwidow

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman top gun #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #top gun maverick

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runwayrunway · 10 months

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when germans think lufthansa nobody thinks ah yes the name the nazis gave to their airline, because the hansa name is a direct tie to something far older and that is far more suitably neutrally nationalist propaganda - Hansa. The Hanseatic League. The "earliest predecessor to the EU" and something that remains such a point of pride that formerly Hanseatic cities keep it in their name centuries after the Hanseatic league was wiped from all maps. Something that remains on modern city signs and even on car registration plates, like Hamburg giving up the single "H" to the smaller and far less important city of Hanover just so they can have their "HH" for Hansastadt Hamburg

With Lufthansa it's not so much the etymology that's the issue as the historical context. The name itself is entirely harmless but the original Deutsch Luft Hansa was a government apparatus which used forced labor of prisoners including children and was run by members of the Nazi party including several who had personal hands in war crimes. Today's Lufthansa is technically a different company but it was lead by many of the same people, most notably Deutsche Bank manager Kurt Weigelt, Luftwaffe Oberkommando Kurt Knipfer, and Luftwaffe chief of staff Werner Kreipe. This company was actually established with the name Luftag and then spent a significant amount of money to continue using the pre-war name and crane logo. (East Germany's flag carrier pre-Interflug also attempted to do this until Luftag/Lufthansa sued them into bankruptcy for it. To be clear, they also should not have done this, in my opinion.) They also seem to consider themselves to be the same company, if stating their founding date as 1926 is any indication. They've taken some downright bizarre actions when it comes to if they want to acknowledge this or not, including commissioning studies by historians and then suppressing their publication. Keeping the Luftag or Interflug name would not have changed this but the fact that they chose to continue branding themselves as Lufthansa definitely exacerbates it.

This is the unfortunate double reality in which German companies which keep the names of their Nazi-era counterparts are forced to operate. I'm sure somebody who knows more about cars than me could talk about Volkswagen or Porsche, which literally takes its name from an officer of the SS who produced weaponry for the war effort. Should they have outright changed their names? That's a bigger question than I can answer. I generally lean towards 'yes' in the same way I do for Chanel - the fact that a company is no longer literally owned by the same people it once was doesn't make the bitter pill that is branding itself with the name of someone who contributed to genocide much easier to swallow, and even more so with something inherently political like a flag carrier. Both Italy and Japan, for example, retired the brands of Ala Littoria and Imperial Japanese Airways. But there's obviously not a consensus here and I am just one person with one opinion. I find Chanel and Porsche to be far more inherently loaded than Lufthansa, but that doesn't mean there isn't a conversation to be had surrounding this topic, and people have been having that conversation for years.

This is, in all honesty, about the least of my political criticisms of the current Lufthansa. It's been the better part of a century and they are no longer literally abducting people to build their radar systems to the best of my knowledge, nor do they have any 150-year-old SS officers serving on their board. But they are still indisputably linked to Nazi Germany, which I expect they are pretty reluctant to lean into when discussing their history because if they did that would be terrible (and as far as I know of German law probably also illegal). Of the large airlines in the world this is a pretty uniquely Lufthansa baggage to deal with and it puts them in a pretty unfortunate spot a lot of the time, but as I was getting at in my post I do think there's a lot they could do that actually leans into German identity rather than being quarterlyreportcore without sticking Third Reich imagery on their planes but I can also understand why they may be hesitant to brand themselves in any way that isn't super sterile given that they have this history. It is just inherently harder to make being Lufthansa your brand than it is to make being the country that has really great glaciers your brand.

No, it's not the main thing that is associated with the name 'Lufthansa' and it shouldn't be. Yes, Lufthansa is a brand which was actively put forth by the Third Reich rather than just coincidentally existing at the same time and that is always going to be a nasty barnacle attached to the airline.

#off-duty #transmissions #nazism /#really unsure how that is for a content warning tag but it would feel wrong not to try to add at least some sort of content warning to. thi #lufthansa

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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Ok I think I got it now

So in this universe, everybody is some sort of doll ranging from Porcelain, clay, fabric/cloth, silicone, etc. There are a few new added bits.

Alma is a clay doll

Bruno is a porcelain doll

Blue Family;

Mirabel is a cloth/fabric doll

Luisa is a silicone doll

Isabela is a porcelain doll

Juleita is a clay doll

Agustin is Silicone doll

Yellow Family;

Antonio is a silicone doll

Camilo is a silicone doll

Dolores is a clay doll

Pepa is a silicone doll

Felix is a clay doll.

Mirabel is the rarest among the doll family in this au. You would think that she would be more cared for since she's the rarest but nope still an outcast. Bruno does leave in this au but for completely different reasons. The family does remain the same but with a few minor/bigger changes.

She's also like a voodoo doll of sorts. She doesn't get hurt but if she somehow cuts a seem the other person will feel it and not her.

Bruno was the first "senorita perfecta" growing up. since he's a porcelain doll he had the utmost protection and attention. In this universe, porcelain dolls are always supposed to be happy. The reason for this is that porcelain dolls were very fragile and could crack with any negative emotion. And when cracks appear that soon meant that they would break with the slightest movement. So he was spoiled

Mirabel, being a fabric doll was/is the outcast. Her button eyes, sewn mouth, and sand-filled fabric body creeped some people out. Mostly alma, she was so confused as to why she was born that way. Everyone else in the family is normal so why wasn't she? Mira questioned it too. Not only did she not have a gift but she had to be a physical outcast too. But being a cloth doll has its perks. She can fall from tall places and be completely fine and she's the most flexible out of every doll in the village.

Triplets dynamics -

Bruno got the most attention out of the three. Pepa and Julieta were more like his maids than sisters but they loved him anyway. They did try to spend time with him but as they got older they grew apart. Mainly because of Alma separating them and because of Bruno's selfish and self-absorbed behavior.

Pepa and Julieta started being more rebellious for attention but this made Alma resent them. After they reached their teen years the triplets totally stopped talking to each other.

Grandkids dynamics -

It's pretty much the same as in the movie except the other grandkids actively avoid Mirabel. They don't want her to unintentionally hurt them if she trips and they just think she's weird.

Ayo⁉️⁉️⁉️ I’m going to slam the entire family for avoiding Mirabel cause what did she do to deserve this <\333 and idgaf if Isa and Brunoare made of glass, I’ll still crack them open and what 🤨

It’s all fun and games until they go to look for Mirabel and all they find is a trail of sand, melted wax and some broken thread 🗿 ain’t funny now, is it?

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #doll au

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torreshalstead · 1 year

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Your eyes in my life - Chapter 5

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 5/?

Chapter Summary - Kim and Adam have an unwanted encounter with Disco Bob at the district.

Warnings - brief mentions of sexual assault and inappropriate language/behaviour towards it. If you want to miss it you can skip from ‘I’m sure’ and pick it up again ‘Pretty much’.

Notes - I really love this chapter, it finally sees these two get a little closer so I hope you enjoy! AO3 Link

The next day passed much smoother for Kim and Adam. They relaxed into a somewhat normal routine in the patrol car, Kim providing information about calls that were coming over the radio and Adam taking notes when instructed. Even with Adam’s offhand comment the previous night, there was no awkwardness between them, something Kim was eternally grateful for, she didn’t fancy having to explain to Trudy why she could no longer be Adam’s FTO.

When they got back to the district however there was a change in the air as they walked up to the desk.

‘Afternoon Sarge’, Kim said joyfully before clocking the look in her Sargeants eyes. ‘Everything good?’ she asked curiously.

‘Fine,’ Trudy said flatly. ‘Ruzek,’ she said as she nodded to the bench behind them.

They turned to look at what she was nodding at and Kim noticed a cop she didn’t recognise sat on the bench, wearing a leather jacket who must be 30 years her senior. It was only when she felt Adam tense next to her she realised, this must be his father.

‘What you doing here Dad?’ Adam asked quickly as he walked towards his father, leaving Kim a step behind as she followed.

‘Is that any way to greet your old man?’ the older officer replied gruffly. Kim couldn’t quite work out the expression on his face when he spoke, it had a hint of a smirk, not warm and comforting like Adam’s however, more like he would find a way to get what he wanted without caring what it cost.

When Adam didn’t answer his dad however, his father looked past him to Kim and his face changed to one that Kim had seen many times throughout her time as a cop. It was the ‘oh you’re a woman’ look, paired with one of disgust and a sense of righteousness. ‘So you must be Kim’, the man said to her without offering his hand for a greeting. ‘I heard my boy had been paired with a lady cop’, he scoffed.

‘Officer Kim Burgess’, Kim said coldly, but being the bigger person she stuck her hand out anyway. It was ignored.

‘Dad’, Adam warned. ‘You can’t come in here and start speaking to my TO like that’. The colour that had drained from Adam’s face when he had noticed his father had returned and so had the anger in his voice that Kim had heard last night when he talked about his dad.

‘If you come to my district I can get you a new TO’, his father was still looking over at Kim who was standing her ground. This man outranked her so she was having to hold her tongue but there was something about the way he talked to his son, and to her, that was making her blood boil. ‘A better TO’ he added.

‘That’s enough Bob’, Trudy said from where she had remained behind her desk, her voice was louder than Bob’s, he was in her house now. ‘If you’re going to speak to my officer like that, you need to leave’.

‘Can’t a guy just be looking out for his son’, Bob said, waving his hand in the air as if he meant no offence by his words.

‘He can’, she said, still staring daggers at him, ‘but not at the expense of one of my best TO’s. Burgess, Ruzek, head downstairs’. Kim looked over at Adam who was still staring at his father, his eyes filled with rage.

‘On it Sarge’, she said loud enough to register with Adam and the pair of them headed downstairs, trying to block out the remainder of the conversation but still hearing whispers of it as the door shut behind him.

‘Kim, I’m sorry’, Adam started when they reached the rollup. ‘He’s a prat’.

‘It’s alright’, Kim said knowing that Adam wasn’t responsible for what his father had said.

‘It’s not’, Adam said hotly. ‘This is what I was worried about, I didn’t even tell him you were training me so one of his buddy’s must have.’ He was shaking his head as he spoke, pacing the floor. ‘Ignore everything he says, I don’t want a new TO.’

‘I know you don’t’, Kim said, trying to make eye contact with him as he paced. When she failed to do so, she reached out to grab his arm. The pacing stopped as they both stared at the point where they touched. ‘You mentioned yesterday about your Dad, I guess we should have guessed he would come and check up on you’, she let out a small laugh into the awkward air.

‘Didn’t think it would be so soon’, Adam muttered under his breath.

Trudy walked through the door at this point, Kim quickly removed her hand from his arm but she noticed the quick glance down by her Sargeant who had spotted it.

‘Your father has been asked not to return to 21 until he can speak to all of my officers with respect’ Trudy said.

‘I’m very sorry Sarge- ’, Adam started but Trudy cut him off.

‘It is not for us to apologise for the sins of our parents Ruzek’, she gave him a small smile. ‘I can already tell you’re going to be twice the cop Disco Bob is. Don’t let me down’, she finished with a stern but friendly look.

‘I won’t Sarge’, he said with a smile.

‘You two are done for the day, I’ll see you back here tomorrow’. And with that she headed back upstairs, not turning around to see the bemused look of the two officers she had left behind.

‘Did she just-’ Kim started.

‘I think so’, Adam finished with a chuckle.

‘I have known that woman for 5 years and I can count on one hand the number of times she’s let me go home early without a good reason’, Kim said, still trying to understand what had happened.

‘Well let’s not question it!’ Adam said, shooting her a grin. ‘Up for a drink?’

Kim glanced down at her watch. ‘I shouldn’t,’ she began to say before having a change of heart. ‘Actually, I can go for one,’ she added. She had to laugh when Adam whooped at this. ‘You’re paying’, she said as they headed towards the locker room.

‘Guess that’s fair’ he said with a chuckle following her up the stairs

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The pair walked into O’Malleys approximately 30 minutes later, having changed out of their blues at the station. The place was almost completely empty, but at 3:30 on a Tuesday afternoon, they expected nothing else.

‘I’ll get us some drinks’, Adam said with a smile as he headed towards the bar. Kim took a seat at a booth towards the rear of the room and glanced over at him. He was leaning on the counter, in conversation with the bartender, his shoulders pulling his green flannel tight, the bottom hem rising slightly to reveal just a sliver of skin. A shiver ran down Kim’s back as she remembered the night in LA, running her hands up and down that back, feeling his muscles under her fingers… She shook her head, cheeks flushed and returned to the present just as Adam walked over, two beers in hand.

‘You alright?’ Adam asked, taking in her brightened cheeks.

‘Just a bit warm’, she said nonchalantly, ‘thanks,’ she added, picking up the beer and taking a sip, hoping it would cool her cheeks down.

‘You’re welcome’, Adam said with a smile as he raised the bottle to his lips. ‘Think of it as an apology beer for my ass of a father’.

Kim laughed, ‘I’ve handled worse’.

‘I’m sure’, he chuckled.

‘When I was in the academy, my instructor made it very clear to our class what he thought of me and the other female recruit in the class’, taking another sip of her beer she continued, ‘he spent all of the time calling us girls and everyone else recruits. He made multiple comments about how the CPD uniforms aren’t meant to flatter our figure so we should find another career if we wanted to show what we’ve got’. Adam looked wide eyed at this remark. ‘Yep’, she continued. ‘When he found out I used to be a flight attendant he must have called me a trolley dolly about 5 times a day. We were learning what to do when a victim of sexual assault discloses to us and his first tip was to make sure ‘she wasn’t asking for it’’. Kim shivered at this, that had been one of her worst days at the academy, the male recruits in her class had thought the constant sex jokes were hilarious but her and Smith, the other woman, had sat there stoney faced knowing the statistics and how they were at risk themselves even in police uniform.

‘Seriously? Someone like that has no business dealing with assault victims, let alone teaching other cops how to deal in those situations’, Adam remarked, shaking his head.

‘Exactly, and when I reported it to his superior, I got told I was too sensitive’. Kim said, taking another sip of her drink as she remembered the conversation.

‘Sensitive! Because you’re not a sexist jackass?’, Adam exclaimed.

‘Pretty much. The joys of being a lady cop,’ she muttered while taking another drink. ‘However, when I got placed at 21 and was serving under Platt, I knew crap like that wouldn’t fly. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we still work with a bunch of sexist jackasses’, she laughed cooly, ‘but if she hears of it or if anything gets reported, she actually takes it seriously.’ Kim smiled. ‘Platt looks after her own. And that’s you now too’, she said, gesturing to him with the bottle in her hand.

‘Believe me, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to get on the wrong side of her’.

‘You’d be right about that’, Kim answered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Moving on to lighter subjects, the pair finished their beers but when Adam offered to get them another round, Kim glanced down at her watch.

‘No can do, I’ve got to be home in 20 minutes’, she said.

‘Hot date?’ Adam asked with a wink.

Kim laughed, ‘something like that. I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘See you tomorrow Kim’, Adam said softly and watched as she headed towards the door, pulling her jacket on as she went.

#burzek #chicago pd #one chicago #chicago pd fanfiction #burzek fanfiction #burzek fanfic #Kim burgess #Adam ruzek #Kim x adam #burzek fic #chicago pd fanfic #one chicago fanfic #one chicago fic #chicago pd fic #one chicago fanfiction

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floraluniversal · 1 year

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Stephanie changes (the ones that I could think of right now anyway):

Stephanie’s pre-Earth life remains the same: abusive mother seeking to extend the family’s warrior fame, getting her magic, running away, being chased by hunters, except now the details of that time are rather fuzzy.

Stephanie looked about the same as a regular child, other than her white hair and purple eyes up until she was 13, when she grew in magic power greatly, which changed her appearance in ways that made it impossible to blend in anymore.

Before her appearance changed, Stephanie was a well-liked child. Through her grades weren’t the best, she was still pretty sociable and excelled in different ways, such as art and dance. Even being the school’s dance group’s captain for a while, they won a few small competitions, but never made it into the big leagues. After her magic growth spurt, Stephanie left the dance group.

During her magic growth spurt, Stephanie’s magic was running rampant in strange ways, flowers would act strange, weather would shift, rocks would crack, to the point where it scared her classmates. At the end of the spurt her power increased greatly, patches of her skin turned blue, her ears became pointy, which caused a rumor to spread around her school that she is a witch.

The rumor escalated into two brothers accusing Stephanie of bewitching them, which led to the frozen pond incident. A group of her classmates set out to prove that Stephanie was a witch by pushing her into a frozen pond near their school to see if she would sink or float. Her sister Ember saw what had happened on her way to pick up Steph and ran over to rescue her from the lake, but before she even made it into the water, Stephanie’s magic rescued her unconscious limp body by pulling her out of the water by vines and refreezing the water beneath her.

After the frozen pond incident, Stephanie’s older sisters realised that her magic was strong enough to try to protect her in moments of danger, which made her a bigger target for hunters. They pulled her out of school and kept her where they thought they could keep her safer.

Stephanie was afraid of big bodies of water due to hazy memories of being drowned, but was able to overcome this fear with some effort after learning to swim at school, however, after the pond incident, her fear has returned, stronger than before.

Stephanie spent 2 years inside her home, not allowed to go outside for what Celeste claimed was “her own safety”, until their group was joined by a universal man named Ash, who befriended Stephanie and helped to sneak her out into nature and helped her better understand magic.

Stephanie’s garden was only given to her as an outlet for her magic, so it wouldn’t overfill in her body and hurt her.

Though she is still cautious of her magic and blames it for all the misfortune in her life, she has a great curiosity for it regardless.

Stephanie isn’t the best at using Earth technology, but she understands it enough to do research for her personal magic studies, such as how plants are structured and how they work in order to make her own.

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fratboykate · 2 years

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Does Yelena ever meet Kate’s siblings properly in FBKYAU?

Yelena nervously flips through the same three apps on her phone for the fifteen minutes she has sat at this table. She arrived early to preemptively get a drink (two, if we're being honest) in her to calm her nerves, but somehow, the whiskey and the ticking clock have only made her more anxious.

Why did she even have a drink before meeting an eleven-year-old? Why are they bringing an eleven-year-old to a place where they serve alcohol to begin with? This is all wrong. She should text Kate and change the location. Surely there's a more kid-friendly place around here somewhere.

Yelena switches to her text app and begins to type a frantic message but the sound of familiar laughter echoing through the restaurant interrupts her. She looks up to find Kate carrying her archery gear on one shoulder and Susan's cello on the other as they approach the table.

Yelena had briefly met Susan at their dad's wedding, but it had been chaotic. There hadn't really been much time to mingle and do real face to face with each other. The vibe at the wedding for Kate and Yelena was...less than welcoming, so it wasn't really the time and place for proper introductions. This is about two weeks later. There's been FALL OUT from Kate taking Yelena to the wedding. MAJOR. The drama has been OFF THE CHARTS, but Kate has managed to finagle some time alone with Susan.

Yelena has seen baby pictures of Kate, and barring a few minor things, Susan is mostly a mini replica of her older sister. Yelena's heart swells watching them side to side like this.

Kate nudges Susan as they approach the table.

"You're a loser."

"You're a bigger loser."

Susan pushes Kate back.

When they land beside the table where Yelena sits, Kate drops all the gear and the instrument, leaning them up against the nearest wall, then places a quick, soft peck on Yelena's kiss.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Susan doesn't greet Yelena. She simply looks at her for a long second, scrutinizing her, before she casually takes a seat in the booth.

"Yeah, she's definitely cuter in person."

"Dude!"

"I see radical honesty runs in the family."

Yelena grabs her glass and takes a long sip of her drink.

"So you're super smart or something? Is she exaggerating or is it true?"

Yelena glances at Kate who simply smiles. Yelena turns back to Susan.

"I would like to think I am."

"How are you measuring the smart?"

"Uhm...I'm a scientist."

"My science teacher isn't too smart."

"Yo!"

Kate cuts in but Susan remains undeterred in her grilling.

"What kind of science?"

Kate continues to push back.

"What is this? Twenty one questions?"

"Biochemistry."

"Hmmm..."

"Where are you from?"

"Russia."

"Why don't you have an accent?"

"My parents moved here when I was three."

"Are you a spy?"

"DUDE!"

"No."

"Are your parents spies?"

"Not that I know of?"

"You need to chill, Zee. We came for food, not an interrogation."

Susan leans back in the booth and crosses her arms over her chest. Kate throws her arm over Yelena's back and scoots closer.

"What are you drinking?"

Kate takes a sip of the watery remains in Yelena's glass.

"Whiskey. Rocks."

"Oh, you only do that when you're nervous."

Kate chuckles. She places a soft kiss on Yelena's lips and whispers.

"She's just playing mean. She'll love you."

"But what if she doesn't?"

Yelena whispers back.

"She will."

Kate leans in to kiss her again.

"Gross. And I can hear you. I'm right here."

"I know. Mind your business. Read the menu or something. You can read already, right?"

Susan flips Kate off. Kate leans back onto the booth and rests her head against Yelena's.

"Hey." Kate kicks Susan's leg under the table. Susan kicks her back three times. "When have I ever introduced you to a girl? To anyone?"

"Never."

"Okay. So that means something, right?"

Susan shrugs. Kate kicks her under the table again.

"I'll shove this into your leg if you kick me again."

Susan lifts the knife that was on the table and presents it to Kate. Kate chuckles.

"I see you're picking up mom's conflict resolution skills." Kate takes the knife away. "Dude, she's sticking around. I need you to be nice to her."

There's a long pause.

"I barely see you already."

Susan's eyes go soft. That's when it clicks for both of Kate and Yelena. Yelena leans in.

"I'm not going to take her away from you. I promise. That's not what I'm here for. Whatever time you have is your time."

"We've been together for a hot second now and nothing's changed between us, has it? You still see me. Nothing's gonna change. All I want is for you guys to be friends too. Maybe she can hang out with us sometimes. She's pretty dope...Eh, not at first. She's kinda mean at first but she grows on you."

"Kate!"

Kate smiles and so does Susan. Susan nonchalantly picks up the menu, completely ignoring everything that was just said.

"Can I have a milkshake?"

Kate laughs.

"You can."

As if on cue, the waiter finally arrives.

"Hi. My name is Matty. What can I get started for you guys? Any drinks?"

"She'll have a cookies and cream milkshake, extra cookies, please. She'll have another whiskey rocks..."

"I..."

Yelena tries to interject but Kate squeezes her thigh in a silent 'Let it be'. She knows Yelena could use it.

"...Light ice. House well is fine. And I'll have whatever your favorite IPA is on tap."

"Awesome. I'll get that started for you and I'll be back to get your food order in a minute."

"Thanks."

Kate turns her attention back to Susan who still stares at the menu.

"She can stay...but if she does anything, I know the combination to the safe where mom keeps the gun and dad takes me and DJ shooting a lot now."

"WOH! OKAY! That's a text that's being sent right now." Kate grabs her phone and starts typing a text to her mother asking her to change the safe combination. "Also...what the fuck dad?!"

"He took you shooting too."

"Not when I was eleven!" Kate is now texting her father asking about that as well. "No guns or shooting. In general. Okay? You're too little. This fucking family..." She turns to Yelena. "Do you see what you're getting yourself into?"

"My family is Russian, Kate."

"True...If we ever got married this would be a fucking nightmare."

Yelena raises her eyebrow.

"Married...? Kate Bishop, saying the "M" word? What has the world come to?!"

Kate's face goes beet red when she realizes Susan has lowered the menu and is now staring too.

"I just...I meant...the...it...I...it was a..." Kate grabs the menu and buries her blushing face in it. "...what's everyone eating?!"

Yelena and Susan exchange a look and smile. Maybe they can be friends after all.

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As far as Kate's little brother, Yelena first gets to like ACTUALLY spend time with him when they visit him during his stint in rehab after he ODs the first time. Like I mentioned before, he and Kate have a rocky relationship for a while because she's the only one that can see he has issues because she's the only one who truly fucking pays attention. He doesn't appreciate that, which causes friction, so it's harder to have a relationship with him than with Suze.

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