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astrophileous · 6 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I need anything fluffy (and I mean the most stomach churning, toe curling, quiet screaming fluff please 🥴🩷) for professor!spencer because I am actually frothing at the mouth DO YOU FEEL ME🗣️‼️ (mwah ily kith kith)

I might have written two blurbs for this request and I might have driven myself crazy trying to determine which one I should post so here's to wishing I didn't make the wrong choice 🤞 this one is special for you avis I hope you enjoy it MWAH 💖

Warning(s): gn!reader, I imagine reader being in grad school but you can imagine reader in college as well--that just means there's gonna be an age gap in there, if professor-student romantic dynamics isn't your thing you shouldn't be reading this, profanities(?), established relationship

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Have a good day, my love.

You grinned giddily at the text message popping up on the screen of your phone. Without wasting another second, your thumbs moved swiftly over the keypad as you typed in a response.

You too, honey. See you tonight at dinner <3

"What are you so smiley about?"

You quickly shoved your phone into the pocket of your pants before looking up towards the owner of the voice. Gladys stood to your left with a quizzical tilt to her eyebrows. Her eyes assessed you from head to toe before they landed back on your face.

"I'm not smiley. Who's smiley?"

"You are." Her eyes squinted. "Something smells fishy."

"You should check your bag. Maybe you accidentally threw your cat's wet food in there again."

"That was one time!"

Gladys scampered after you as you made your way into the lecture hall. Akbar was sitting on the third row when you walked in, immediately scooting over to make room for both Gladys and you to slip into your respective seats.

"Hey, did you guys hear?" Akbar asked as soon as you and Gladys plopped down next to him.

"Hear what?" Gladys asked.

"Apparently, some people are saying that Professor Chuckie is hitched."

Gladys' eyes grew comically wide. "He's what?"

Your brain was working in overdrive, trying to decipher whom exactly Akbar had meant by Professor Chuckie. Between him and Gladys, the two of them had a tendency of coming up with dozens of ridiculous code names for every single person they ever encountered in life, to the point where you were constantly struggling to keep up with them all.

"Who's Professor Chuckie again?" you eventually asked.

"Chuckie? From Rugrats?" Gladys hinted.

Your frown deepened. "Who?"

"Oh my God, (Y/N)." Akbar sighed. "You know the man. Fluffy curly hair like Chuckie from Rugrats."

After swimming in a pool of confusion for the next few minutes, Gladys eventually took pity on you and blurted out, "It's Professor Reid, (Y/N). Professor Spencer Reid from Criminology department?"

Your stomach dropped to the floor.

How did they—

"A buddy of mine was at the criminology lab today and told me that everyone was talking about it," Akbar explained. "The Spencer Reid is married. It's a huge news."

"Damn right, it is." Gladys scoffed. "Why are all the fine men in my life already taken? I hate it here."

Akbar rolled his eyes. "Right. As if you ever had a chance with him anyway."

As your two friends proceeded to bicker with one another, you felt yourself sinking deeper into a temporal abyss as your brain tried to process what Akbar had just said.

Spencer Reid is married.

Everyone was talking about it.

A lump formed at the base of your throat as you faced Akbar again, "Hey, how did they—how did your friend find out that Professor Reid was married?"

"He showed up to work with a ring this morning."

Your heart was racing inside your chest. "That's it? Not a very conclusive evidence, isn't it? Maybe the man just likes his jewelry."

"Nah, I'd bet my money that he's hitched," Akbar said. "My buddy told me one of the students tried to ask him about it and he just kinda smiled and nodded. Never really answered the question, though."

"That does sound kinda sus," Gladys opined. "Makes me wonder what kind of person managed to bag a specimen like that."

You hummed distractedly in reply, too busy mulling over everything to actively participate in the conversation your friends were having. Your professor strode into the hall barely five minutes later, and before long, the class officially began, forcing you to shake off any irrelevant thoughts about Professor Chuckie and his ring from the deepest corners of your mind.

Today was the day every group in class had to present their last progress report before finals rolled around. As soon as the fifth group finished their presentation, you walked to the front of the class with Akbar and Gladys following closely behind.

Akbar stepped towards the desk, trying to connect his PC with the class projector. He fumbled with the cable for a few minutes before he sheepishly glanced at you and Gladys. "I don't think it's gonna work. Either of you brought a laptop today?"

"I brought mine," you announced. "Wait here."

You ran back towards your table to grab your laptop before connecting the device to the projector. As soon as the desktop of your laptop appeared on the big screen, the entire lecture hall suddenly erupted in a round of synchronized gasps.

Gladys was staring at you, a clear sign of shock on her countenance. "(Y/N)?"

"Dude," Akbar muttered breathlessly. "What the hell?"

You swept your gaze repeatedly between the two of them and the rest of the class, confusion dawning inch by inch with every second that ticked by. "What? What's going on?"

Akbar nudged your shoulder, gesturing you to look behind towards where the projected screen of your laptop was being shown to everyone in the room. Your mouth instantly ran dry when you realized what had the whole lecture hall so stunned for the past few minutes.

It was a picture—the one you had set up last week as the wallpaper of your PC desktop but somehow had managed to completely forget about—of you and Spencer lounging on the living room couch of your shared apartment, holding up your hands to show off the identical bands encircling your ring fingers. Spencer was smiling big towards the camera with a protective arm wrapped around your shoulders while you peeked behind his neck with a portion of your face concealed behind his untamed curls.

It was a sweet photo to commemorate the most important day of both of your lives, taken merely hours after you exchanged vows at the city hall and entrusted each of your own hearts towards the other person to keep, nurture, and love.

And now, that same photo was up on the wall of Room 2404 as an impromptu spectacle for your entire Data Analytics class to see.

From behind the desk, Professor Clegg cleared his throat. "So, (Y/N). You and Dr. Reid, huh?" He peered at you from behind his glasses, not the slightest hint of a smile on his lips, but a brightly twinkling mirth in his eyes. "I guess congratulations are in order."

You exhaled a tired breath and replied, "Thank you, Professor."

Once your presentation was over, you retired back to your seat and discreetly typed in a message as another group came forward to present their work. You threw your phone into your bag after hitting send, trying to ignore the whispered demands of your two friends as they badgered you for answers.

Across the campus, Spencer's phone dinged with an incoming text.

He pulled out the device promptly, failing to contain his smile as he read the message you had just delivered to him.

Thanks a lot for the heads up 👎 Looks like there's no need for me to keep my own ring hidden in the wallet anymore >:(

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toomuchracket · 3 months

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queen of hearts (birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

penultimate day of valentine's week. this is a short and sweet one about you appearing at a signing with matty for the first time, a couple of months into dating. enjoy <3

“i really don't know what to wear today.”

matty leans round the doorframe, toothbrush hanging from his mouth exactly the same way a cigarette usually does. “just wear whatever,” he shrugs, voice muffled by toothpaste; he disappears to spit, and smirks at you when he returns. “go like that, even.”

“in my underwear?” you scoff. “who are we? kimye?”

your boyfriend laughs. “i love you.”

you sigh. “if you really did, you'd help me pick out an outfit.”

“baby, it's just an album signing, it's not fashion week. but alright,” matty stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, scrutinising the contents of the two weekend bags you've emptied onto his bed. “i like that skirt there,” he points at a long satin black and white swirly thing. “you could wear it with one of my t-shirts, if you wanted?”

his voice sounds so tender you can't help but smile, leaning round to kiss his cheek. “would you want me to wear one of your t-shirts with it, darling?”

“yeah,” matty nuzzles his face into your neck. “maybe that my bloody valentine top you've secretly had your eye on for years.”

“i have not!”

“liar,” he pinches your bare hip, kissing your neck when you yelp before letting go of you to rifle through his wardrobe. “here,” he returns with the t-shirt. “arms up, sweetheart.”

“m’not a baby, you know,” you grumble, as matty puts the top on for you.

“yeah, you are,” he beams when your face reappears from the fabric, taking it in his hands and kissing all over it. “my baby, my baby.”

“betting on losing dogs, are we?”

“hmm? wait, don’t tell me, i know this one, i do,” your boyfriend closes his eyes, reopening them and squinting in anticipation. “... mitski?”

you cheer, kissing him. “yes!”

he grins. “i listened to that album. liked it.”

“it's a good one,” you pull your skirt on and slip into your shoes; matty automatically kneels to help you lace them. “i think - oh, thanks, babe - yeah, i think i might see if i can buy it on vinyl today, actually.”

“dunno if you'll be able to, darling,” matty kisses your thigh through your skirt. “the amount of fans who've asked me if you're coming today? i reckon you'll be bombarded the whole time.”

“really?”

“yeah. people love you!” your boyfriend stands, kissing you deeply. “but not as much as i do. obv.”

“love you,” you kiss him again. “even when you're being delusional about how popular i am amongst your fanbase.”

“i'm right.”

“whatever you say, baby.”

as much as it pains you to admit it, when you begin to near the record shop in the car, it's clear that he really is. while you're in the middle of a conversation (interrogation, really) with ross about the mutual acquaintance of yours he’s started seeing - a travel photographer you know from condé nast meetings - matty elbows you in the ribs. “sorry, darling, i didn't mean to do that so hard. just got excited,” he grins, gesturing with his head to something on the street outside the window. “look at that girl's tote bag.”

grumbling, rubbing your sore chest, you squint to see what he means; when you do, your jaw drops. “fuck off. is that me?”

“yeah! as one of those saint candles!” matty laughs. “wonder where she got it. i want one. i'm gonna ask,” when the car stops, traffic gridlocked, he opens the window and leans out, while you facepalm and ross winces. “yo! love the tote bag! where'd you get it?”

“i made it!” a voice calls back, barely audible amidst the shrieks of the people around it. “i can make you one, too, matty!”

“would you? oh, thank you, darling. you're coming to the signing, yeah?”

“yeah!”

“alright. we'll talk then. see you!”

“tell your girlfriend i love her!”

matty laughs. “she's right here, she heard!”

the shrieks get even louder. your jaw drops, and ross laughs. “maybe you should wave to them, mate.”

“this is fucking insane,” you mutter in disbelief, undoing your seatbelt and shuffling to sit on matty's lap; his hands make their way around your waist on instinct, and you lean out the window somewhat nervously. “um. hi, guys?”

the scream you get in response is almost deafening - the six girls, none of whom look older than nineteen, look totally ecstatic to see you, squealing your name and waving so excitedly you can't quite comprehend it. you grin, and laugh when the one with the tote bag brandishes it towards you with a cry. “my patron saint!”

“oh, bless you,” you wink, and matty kisses your shoulder (out of sight of the audience) as they all laugh. “how are you guys, anyway? excited?”

the chatter restarts, but the smallest girl piques your attention first. “yeah! this is my first 75 album signing. i'm hyped!”

“is it?” matty pokes his head out, at the exact same time you say “mine too”. he kisses your cheek. “aww, that's cute. i mean, i've been going to your book signings for years, but,” he exaggeratedly rolls his eyes, and ross laughs from the other side of the car. “whatever.”

you sigh, turning to the girls. “what my darling boyfriend failed to mention is that i'd send him a signed copy - with a personal message, mind you - of everything i published, as pr, and he'd still show up and buy another one and make me sign it,” you ruffle his hair. “matty healy tree murderer confirmed.”

“but that's so sweet,” one of the girls sighs.

matty points at her. “exactly! and,” he looks at you adoringly. “i just like hearing you talk. that's why i came to all the events.”

this isn't news to you, but it melts your heart nonetheless. still, you can't resist - “simp”.

“says the woman who spent three hours watching tiktok edits of me yesterday.”

the girls cackle, collapsing into each other giggling in the unique way only young women do. “real,” one of them shouts, laughing even harder when you salute to her. “oh my god, i love you!”

matty turns to you, smug. “see?” he turns back to the window. “she didn't believe me earlier, when i told her you guys were hoping she'd come with me today. underestimated how much you love her.”

“yeah, yeah,” you rest your head against his. “he’s right, though - this is surprising to me. but very lovely, you guys are sweet.”

“and you guys are perfect,” tote bag girl grins. “seriously. it's so good to see you both so happy. please don't break up, ever, it would be worse for me than my actual parents’ divorce.”

you gasp out an “oh my god”, while matty giggles. “nah, no need to worry,” he looks at you with such tenderness you could cry. “she's it for me, the love of my life; if she leaves me, i'm going with her.”

“as if i'd ever leave you. love you too much to do that,” you scoff, tugging him into you for a hug. a retching noise from the other side of the car breaks your little reverie, and you giggle. “sorry for making you sit through the sappiness, ross.”

“wait, ross is here too?!”

#mads muses #mads does writing #into the birthday partyverse #valentine75 #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty x reader

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nautilusopus · 2 years

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okay FIIIIIINE i'll throw my hat into the Goncharov ring

Been a while i've done a proper movie breakdown, may as well be this one.

Rather surprisingly (but perhaps not too surprisingly given the unexpected renaissance of things like the original Dracula and Breaking Bad on this website out of seemingly nowhere and with very little prompting), I'm seeing a lot of new people suddenly interested in Martin Scorsese's seminal film classic Goncharov, originally released in 1973. Obviously a movie like that doesn't make it coming up on 50 years without generating a lot of discussion about the different ways the movie resonates and why, but coming into it in 2022 there's been so much cultural cruft that's collected around Goncharov that (similar to stories like Fight Club and Scarface) it's a little hard to parse what it's actually about with all the mythologising that's gone on around the characters.

Those movies, in one way or another, are about portraying the downfall of their protagonists -- Fight Club's after ironically creating another system of control and dehumanisation and becoming what he sought to destroy, Scarface's after being consumed by the wealth and power he's amassed. A lot of people assume it's that kind of story, because aren't most well-loved movies? However, I think this is ironically an assumption made because of the genre of film it is. All the people that aren't going, "OMG Goncharov is so cool and badass and fucks bitches," are going, "WOW I can't believe Goncharov is a cautionary tale about power corrupting," and in the process people miss that Goncharov is first and foremost about loss, in all its different forms.

I'm both kind of surprised and frustrated people miss this, given how utterly pervasive the movie is with its clock symbolism -- it's the one thing everyone remembers about it, it was in all the tie-ins. I dunno, maybe that got funneled back into the theory where they're meant to reinforce how Goncharov is just a mortal man at the end of the day, which is fine I guess, but the movie overall becomes a lot clearer when you interpret it through the lens of, "These things are gone and you can never get them back; clocks don't go backwards."

One of the most fascinating things about the movie is how every character embodies a different kind of loss. I'm gonna ease into this and start not with Goncharov but with:

Rybak, who is usually associated with loss as we typically think of it, i.e. the loss of loved ones via death. This comes up all the time, either in his trust issues (why he's being such a prick at the wedding), in the card game (he never bothers to bet much money, knowing he's bad at poker, and still loses all the same). Rybak is terrified of loss, cannot manage it, and ultimately is punished by losing what few people he had left and then being spared by Lorenzo who deems him punished enough, and is forced to survive, to grapple with what his life is now without them.

Goncharov's is actually more subtle, and it's loss of small, insignificant things as a result of the larger losses he believes he's processed. This is something that's frequently contrasted against Rybak. The pawn shop going under is actually a microcosm of this whole thing. Goncharov anticipates that this is obviously going to lead to financial issues for him, plans accordingly to deal with this, and... it works! He's saved! Except that means card games can't be hosted at his place anymore, given it's burned to the ground. Does this matter, in the grand scheme of his life? No, of course not. Poker night still gets had all the same. But it is different now, and always will be. Little things like this continue to add up, until something as insignificant as a towel -- a towel that never should have been in his room, but Sofia is no longer there to drop off his laundry and chat with him -- is ultimately the final nail in a coffin built of insignificant splinters, each one an imperceptible change underneath the much more larger, noticeable story beats of things like grief.

Otto is the big obvious one I'm not gonna linger on: loss of his youth, moments in the past that he wants to redo but can't. Most people at least seem to have gotten this one.

(This is also what the clocks get associated with a lot, which again, doesn't NOT make sense but also if it were just for this one character that, while thematically important, was honestly just a side character with limited screentime and only two scenes, would they really be all over the movie before Otto's name is even mentioned?)

Sofia's a bit abstract, and is the loss of self -- of the familiar anchors we have to who we are, what we think our core principles are, our place in society, who we want to be to our loved ones -- and by the time she dies she is rendered utterly unrecognisable to herself, and is horrified by it. She grieves herself the same way Rybak grieves his wife (even gets a direct visual callback via the way her face is lit when she's burning Lorenzo's check). You see echoes of this in Goncharov as well, but while Sofia is grieving the person she used to be, Goncharov is grieving the world around him (even though really, it's the same world it always was -- time keeps ticking on, one second per second, and neither one of them can ever un-fire that gun).

Lorenzo, tragically, gradually loses his freedom (and maybe in a parallel world would actually be the protagonist of a movie where he chokes on his own hubris like everyone seems to think Goncharov is GRUMBLE GRUMBLE). As he comes into his own more and more by his family's legacy, he is afforded fewer and fewer options about what decisions he can even make. Arguably he was doomed from the start, but the further he clings to power as a means to freedom, the more it drives him to destroying everything he ever (thought he) cared about. The tragedy of his character, and what makes him a good villain, is that he can clearly see what he is doing to himself and he absolutely hates it (his walking out early at the wedding is a tacit admission of this), but his absolute refusal to accept loss, to accept grief and pain and all the awful shit that comes with the human condition, is what causes him to toss aside every out he has because if he has enough CONTROL over his situation, surely he will never have to lose anything ever again. But, really, he already has.

I dunno. Goncharov is one of those movies that is great, and everyone seems to realise it's great, but nobody ever really puts into words why, and that's how you get Fight Club fans lmao. And it sucks because the actual discussion around the movie beyond "it's another hubris story but REALLY GOOD guys" is so much more fascinating and a much more earnest emotional truth that just never gets talked about.

#goncharov #goncharov (1973)#martin scorsese #al pacino #robert di niro #gene hackman #harvey keitel #gaslight gatekeep goncharov

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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Hi!! I absolutely love your fanfics. I was wondering if you could do a Gideon (Gordon) x reader fic that’s kinda angsty to fluff? Maybe the reader and him were close, but he ended up leaving because of how successful G-Man studios was. Then, when Matthew humbled him, he realized that he never should have left?

Awh thank you! For this one, Reader is just replacing Julia more or less

..............

"Are you okay? That looked pretty rough.."

Blinking in surprise, Gordon gazed up at you for a brief moment, seeing the look of concern written all over your face. Yet he didn't have the courage to say anything, as he just sniffled and shook his head, trying to bite back tears.

He thought you were going to make fun of him..just like the rest of this stupid school did after he tried asking out one of the popular girls.

Finally, he had gotten such a burst of confidence, thinking his "fearless" nature was going to score him a date.

But that was all gone now.

He made a damn fool out of himself in front of everyone.

"I think this is yours, Gordon."

Looking back at you, he was shocked to see you kneeling down, the book dusted off and being handed over to him. He quickly snatched it back, cradling it to his chest. "Th-Thanks.." He mumbled. "I'm surprised you even know who I am in all honesty.."

"Well, we do share classes." You mentioned, smiling a little as you both stood up. "You know, they can laugh all they want. But I bet none of those jerks would have the balls to ask her out like you did. I'd say you're truly living up to the "fearless" title."

He was frozen in-place, unsure of what to say as you alluded to his shirt, which he bashfully covered with his oversized coat. When you footsteps walked past him, however, he spun around and saw you going to your locker.

He stumbled after you. "W-Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"You know my name, but I'm afraid yours has slipped by me. What was it again?"

"[Y/n]."

"[Y/n]...well..thank you for the kind words, [y/n]. I wish more people in this stupid school were like you." He tried mustering a smile, although at the moment he seemed self-conscious about his braces. "Would you...l-like to come by my place to study for that test we have tomorrow?"

"...damn it's tomorrow? I was working on a whole flash card set but I kinda fell behind and-"

"Oh I have my own set, too! Maybe we can exchange them and quiz each other!"

"Sounds good." You chuckled, entering your lock combination to grab your notebook. Once you shut the door, you glanced at him, smiling. "I'll catch you after school then, G-Man."

Gordon blinked, jaw-dropped in disbelief as you walked away from him. He just stood there, watching you vanish into the crowd of students on their way to their next class.

A few people whispered and giggled at the way he was staring at you, some even calling him a weirdo or creep.

But this time, he didn't pay them any mind.

You just gave him the coolest nickname ever.

G-Man..

"Wait, the G-Man Empire has fallen, you said?"

"Yeah! Don't you ever watch the news? Apparently Matthew Patel is the new CEO!"

"...hah, I figured karma was gonna catch up to that son of a bitch sooner or later."

"Woah, [y/n]..that's kinda harsh. Didn't you go out with that guy and start on it together? I thought you'd be pissed off about it."

"Why would I be pissed off? He pushed me aside when it got successful and claimed he didn't have "time" for a relationship anymore. And it made me think "well shit, maybe it was never a real one to begin with...maybe he saw us as business partners and nothing more"."

"...damn, I didn't know all of that. My bad."

"No, it's..." Pausing, you held the phone away from your ear for a moment, taking a deep breath before you could get too upset. "Look, I'm over it. I'm not glazing over everything I might've done wrong..it was all him. He turned into a rich douchebag."

"Right, and now he's a broke douchebag." Your friend laughed. "Anyways, if I see him on the streets..I'll deck him in the face for ya, alright?"

"Thanks. Maybe I'll do that, too, if I happen to see him.." You joked as well, already feeling a bit better after ending the conversation, hanging up the phone.

With a small sigh, you turned back to the TV and put on some anime episode, relaxing as you focused more on the show and less on the rainstorm outside...

And Gideon.

But unfortunately for you, a name like that was hard to forget.

Especially as you once knew him as that aloof yet sweet nerd who used to hang out with you after school and on the weekends. Most of your days were spent either studying or watching anime while he explained every bit of lore under the sun.

Sure, highschool had its cringy moments, but other times it was great.

Gid--Gordon made up the best parts of it.

He was the first person you ever saw the Sparks(tm) with.

You two were close, graduating and going into college together, and ultimately helping him form the G-Man business from the ground up. He was inspired by that cool nickname you've given him in highschool, assuring you that you deserved all the credit.

At some point, however, he suddenly changed his name..apparently because he felt like "Gordon Goose" was dead to him.

You agreed that being addressed as "Mr. Goose" was one way to ensure he's never taken seriously, so you accepted his name-change to Gideon.

Then...even more about him began to change.

And soon you barely recognized the man you fell in love with.

As soon as he discovered something called "The Glow", his wealth skyrocketed, but he refused to let you in on what this little secret of his was. And he barely gave you his fair share of the earnings anymore.

It wasn't long before you got shoved aside, and he stayed up on his high horse alongside all the other millionaires and billionaires while you worked at your drastically lower-leveled job that was connected to his business empire.

Yep. His empire.

Not yours and his.

He didn't speak to you again unless it was through some random agent.

You were livid for the way he just left you in the dust, and right as you thought you couldn't hate him even more...

He went out with Ramona Flowers, got broken up with, and formed some bizarre group that apparently included her six other "evil" exes.

Oh, how furious you were.

Not at her, though. You felt terrible after she told you about how controlling he was, but it made you wish that you had a time machine so you could go back and warn her NOT to date that prick.

Or better yet..go back and stop him from turning into a prick.

Now according to your friend, Matthew Patel--Ramona's first ex--won the rights to all of Gideon's properties after a tough fight. But oddly enough nobody knew of his current whereabouts.

They emphasized the point that he was kicked out and not killed..

That made you wonder where he is and if he's-

'Wait..why do I suddenly feel sorry for him?' You blinked, before shaking your head and deciding to pause the episode, realizing you weren't even focusing on the story anymore.

Only that jerk.

Okay, so maybe a small part of you did miss him..and hoped that Gordon would come back. But you had a feeling things won't ever change nor return to what they used to be..

Deciding to clear your thoughts, you threw on your coat and opened the front door, stepping out onto your porch. You didn't go any further, as you simply wanted to take in the sights, sounds, and smells of the rain.

Of course it was windy, too, making the air feel chillier than it actually was.

Through the downpour, however, you could make out a figure that was seemingly limping down the sidewalk.

They were barely lit by the streetlamps, but your heart sunk into your stomach the moment you realized who that was exactly..

"G....Gideon..?"

Sure enough, it was him.

Gideon Graves. The rich asshole who now looked as though he was dragged through the mud several times in a row..completely disheveled with bruises on his face and tears in his usually pristine clothes.

Not to mention he seemed utterly defeated.

Upon hearing his name, he stopped and looked over, stunned to see that you were still living on this same street. "[Y/n].."

You scowled, the words you've exchanged with your friend from earlier coming back into your mind. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

"Please..don't remind me.." He rasped, his voice sounding so broken and tired.

"I think I will, actually. Now you know how I felt when you kicked me to the curb."

"...I'll admit it..that was a stupid thing for me to do. And I'm sorry.."

Blinking, you were surprised by his sudden apology. But your guard remained up, as you just huffed. "What? Just because you lost your big empire..you finally decide to grovel at my doorstep in the cold rain and apologize? Where was this last year? Two years ago?"

"........"

You sighed. As much as you despised seeing how sad and pathetic he was acting...it did tug on your heartstrings a little bit. You were starting to catch glimpses of that sweet kid you once knew..

"Gordon?"

He perked up. "Yes?"

"...I see. You haven't entirely killed your old self, then.." You quietly mused.

"You were right, [y/n]. I..I-I never should have left you." He took off his glasses as he sniffled and put them in his pocket, shivering. "I don't have any right coming here, but..I used the last of my money to catch a bus. Just to see the one person I still care about...and...hopefully cares for me, too.."

You blinked. "You...still care about me?"

"I know it didn't seem like it, but...I never stopped.." He mumbled. "I got greedy, ambitious...and lost sight of who really loved me. Now I'm back to where I was before.."

"And that is...?"

"..being a loser.." He was even quieter this time around. So much so, you barely heard him at all...although you knew what he said exactly.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I said...I'm back to being a loser."

You smirked. "One more time?"

"I said I'm a LOSER!!" Gordon snapped, tears finally streaking down his sunken cheeks as he scowled at you. His shout was hoarse, yet pained at the same time. "I-I'm a loser, okay?! A loser who doesn't deserve to grovel at your doorstep like this. A loser who should just lay down and die-''

Then he heard your small laughter and stopped his pity party, sniffling as he stared at you. "Wh-What's so funny?"

"You are a real loser for leaving me...but I'm just as much of a loser for wanting to let you back into my life.." Sighing, you shook your head before you grabbed the umbrella beside your door, opening it and heading down the steps.

He stared at you, now seeing that you two were standing under the umbrella together, totally sheltered from the rain.

Why were you doing this?

You looked at him. "You know, I thought about decking you in the face earlier..but I'll take you admitting you're in the wrong any day. Now let's get out of this rain."

A small whimper left his lips as he shuddered, practically clinging to you while you wrapped an arm around him, leading him back into your house.

In that moment, sparks flew, and Gordon realized he was finally seeing them at their strongest.

#clanask #anonymous #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #gideon graves #gordon goose #gideon graves x reader #gordon goose x reader #hurt/comfort #angst/fluff #angst to fluff

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royalarchivist · 7 months

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Foolish: Bad, I kinda hope I outlive you.

Bad: You know what, Foolish? I hope you do too.

Foolish: Oh. Well, that's not very competitive of you.

Bad: I mean, I'm only saying that 'cuz I know I'm gonna live like, much, much longer than you.

Foolish: Ok. Let's make it a bet! $20 bet, who lives longer.

Bad: Alright, let's make it a bet. You're on!

Foolish: And then- and then at the end we go to the funeral and we drop like- we- we- like, you have to have like $20 in your pocket so I can grab it out.

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Bad: Yeah.

Foolish: Yeah, it's like- do like an open casket and leave it in your pocket, or if I die I'll leave $20 in mine, and like, just like grab it.

Bad: Alright, you're on.

Foolish: Alright bucko.

Bad: Just make- we should probably tell other people this so it doesn't look like-

Foolish: Oh, right. [Laughs] No, actually, I think that's part of the risk. You don't tell anyone.

Bad: Just reach in, pull your wallet out, start ruffling through it.

Foolish: And it gets awkward 'cuz you're probably not gonna find it on the first try, so you have to keep checking different pockets.

Bad: Check the other pocket, look in the vest pocket like, "Where is it?"

#Foolish Gamers #Badboyhalo #QSMP #Landduo #Land duo #Foolish #Bad #August 27 2023

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 1 month

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if is it ok to request, what if April brought her best friend down to meet the bayverse turtles? But her bestie is goth/punk with piercings and tattoos? looks a little intimidating but an abseloute sweetheart?<3

love this idea, thank you for your patience as it's taken me so long to get to this x

Also this is 100% like my best friend, they're super goth and tatted up to the 9's but they're also a massive sweetheart

Leo

"hey, I have someone I want you to meet" April calls from the doorway to the lair

Leo knows who she wants him to meet, she's been going on and on about how this friend is finally in town and she would love to hang out, all of you guys together

he puts on all his charm

"And who is this lovely-"

then he sees her

lips, eyebrows and nose pierced, hair dyed in an acid green/black split dye, dark and black ripped up clothes, tattoos covering every inch of visible skin

"-wow" is all he can make out

she's the complete opposite of April looks wise

"No, keep going. You were about to tell me how lovely I look" she jokes. "Hey, I may not be barbie girl pretty but I bet 'ya anything I can kick your ass at call of duty!"

that softens the mood and makes everyone a little more relaxed

and she was totally right, Leo was fighting for his life playing that game with her

when it's finally time for them to leave she calls back "And if you think my hair is cool, just wait til you see what I can do with a paint brush, that shell of your's is going to put the Sistine Chapel to shame when I'm done with it!"

Leo just laughs, thinks she's a great girl

"Never judge a book by its cover" he mouths to April as she walks out the door

Raph

He knows April is there, he can hear her joking with Mikey but he can hear another woman's voice

he walks in to say hi and stops dead in his tracks when he sees who she's with

"......"

"Raph, it's rude to stare" April scolds

"It's ok" he friend reassures "I just have a natural allure that's irresistible to men and turtles alike, it would seem"

that makes him chuckle, she's funny, he's glad she's funny

"The, erm, the..." He keeps touching his nose, clearly indicating towards her septum piercing "... like a bull" is all he manages

"Well, I am a taurus" she quips back

he laughs again

tensions settle after that and he gets on with her like a house on fire

he asks her later what he first impression of him was, since it was clear he was taken aback by her appearance

"My first thought was whether or not you'd fit through the door frame, holy shit dude you're built like a truck!"

the rest of the evening is spent with a lot of joking and laughing, April's friend can give as good as she gets and Raph likes that

Mikey

He's so excited to meet April's friend

so much so, he's prancing round the place trying to get everything ready

when April walks through the door with her, he his jaw drops

"Devil lady!" he says in a tone which indicates he clearly thought that was a compliment

"Masked turtle man!" she replies with the exact same enthusiasm

the two of them bond over how cool she is and how cool Mikey is

comparing stories and boasting, all in good fun, until they both get a bit carried away

April has to put her foot down when her friend tries to give him a stick 'n poke tattoo on the kitchen floor

"It's not sanitary! Put the ball point pen away! He's gonna get sepsis!!!"

eventually they all retire to the sofa and play guitar hero, which April's friend does not do too well at

"I thought all you punk chicks knew how to play guitar" he says

"Nope, we just date guys who do" she laughs

After they leave Mikey is begging April to bring her round again

he still wants that tattoo

Donnie

He's not the best at meeting new people

but, he actually feels more comfortable when he see's April's friend is alternative looking

he loves a good social outcast because he is one

they bond over talking about the history of subcultures and the ecological impacts of fast fashion and why you should DIY all your clothes or thrift them

April is ind of just sitting there like "what have I done? Putting two nerds in the same room..."

When the subject of tattoos gets brought up she mentions a couple she regrets

cue Donnie and his inventions

"I have a laser remover!"

"No" April pipes up

"It's totally safe, it's just-"

"N-O! No!" she reiterates

her friend mouths "When she's gone" and winks at him

the two of them are fast friends

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #april o'neil #April's friend #Aprils friend #goth friend #punk friend #alternative friend #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt headcannons #headcannons

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oceansssblue · 21 days

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Can I request a Hunter x reader fic where they have a knife throwing contest? (You can choose who wins)

cool request! I'm down!

Decided to do a little flirty thing between a badass female reader and our sexy sargent. Note for everyone that requests me something; if you want speficically a female male or neutral reader do tell me! If not I'll jump to whatever I feel.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"A SHARP SMILE"

TBB REQUESTS –HUNTER/F READER 📩💖🔥

WARNINGS: PUBLIC KNIFE THROWING CONTEST, SEXUAL TENSION&SUGESTIVE (BUT NO SMUT), FLEETING MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND A SINGLE FLEETING REFERENCE TO PROSTITUTION.

Hunter carefully watched another round of the knife throwing contest develop in front of his eyes. Cid's Salon had been experiencing a drop in it's sales for quite a few weeks now; and after Tech's comment on how announcing special shows or activities could be an adecuate solution to such a problem, the Trandoshan had oficially inaugurated "Friday's Knife night". Tech had pointed out he had been alluding more to a special drink's discount or karaoke night; but Cid had waved an impatient hand at that, and claimed Ord Mantell didn't catter to the same "Coruscant's sweethearts". Hunter could only agree. The idea of the citizens in Ord Mantell singing a ballad was... Something.

The contestants were good for normal everyday people standards. Most of the knifes always ended up properly stuck to the wood board; though only a few of the participants were skilled enough to hit the borders of the –one round human, another round twi'lek, and so on– black siluete. He could tell who tried just for fun and who had had to use knifes before to defend themselves. None were good enough to match Hunter's seasoned abilities, though; which was the reason why he had comformed himself to remain a silent spectator instead of an active participant.

Almost an hour later, Cid announced the last contest of the night. Hunter studied everyone who payed the fee and wrote their names –and identifications– down on the list; wondering if he should just play in this last chance. There was nothing that ruled him out. He could inscribe himself and win the price; Omega could do with a new set of clothes, as she was outgrowing her current one quite fast. Hunter gulped down the leftover of his drink and patted Echo's shoulder; making his way towards the line.

Upon seing him, Cid rolled her eyes.

"Gonna double that bet, Broody?" she tempted him.

Hunter nodded with a shrug.

"That way I might be able to pay the exagerated fee you'll probably request from us next time" he smiled falsely sweetly, signing his name and turning to walk away towards the wood board.

Cid glanced at you waiting patiently on the line and smirked. Oh, was Broody in for a surprise.

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You silently studied your competition. You needed to repair your bike and you were confident on winning that price. The bet was higher than the rounds before as well; the first place just had your name written on it. Plus, half of the participants were already embriagated at this point of the night. It wouldn't be too difficult, or so you hoped.

There were some new faces and some regulars. Your mind quickly divided the participants into three groups; real competition, like Raak –a duros you have had the bad luck to fight against with more than once in the past–, complete drunk disasters, and strangers you weren't really sure were to place that could be a potencial surprise. Like the male human clad up with heavy looking armour as if he was ready to jump on on an open battlefield anytime now; your eyes quickly detecting a vibroblade hidding in a compartment on his thigh. The guy certainly cut an intimidating figure; broad shoulders and trained muscles moving under his armour. His long hair –pushed back and away from his tattood face with a red bandanna across his forehead– didn't sweeten his looks; he still looked... A spicy kind of dangerous.

The corner of your lips inevitably tugged upwards. You've always had a nick for this kind of men; men who could ruin you but who you quickly put into place.

Right then and there, his eyes flickered over the room; quickly landing on yours, almost as if he could feel your stare.

You arched an eyebrow in half surprise, half amusement, and half defiance. Well, wasn't he some kind of well trained soldier or mercenary perfectly aware of his surroundings... You almost wished he could make you a run for your money; give the night some exciting real competition.

Your perspective on such a handsome attractive man would forever be tainted if he just made a dissapointing mess of his knife throws. Just in case he didn't, you threw him a quiet side smile.

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Hunter's eyes couldn't help but bore into the female stranger; watching without missing a beat how the woman carefully picked up a knife from the table of possibilities offered by Cid. She slowly examined the weapon, turning it around in her hand patiently; studying it's shape and weight while ignoring the muttering and impatient calls from the crowd around them.

She seemed to nod to herself and he took in the way she positioned herself in front of the wood board; stance impecable with her body slightly turned to the right side, fingers gripping the shiny end with just the needed amount of strength. With just that and the way she concentrated on the siluete –not her hand–, and how she retracted her right arm back before quickly throwing her knife forward, Hunter already knew she had done an good job. Still, he couldn't help but feel surprised at the precision with which the knife got stuck to the center of the chest markings on the twi'lek black siluete; and how she swiftly and calmly abandoned her stance as if it was nothing.

For the second time that night, the pretty woman catched his eye and arched her eyebrow towards him; as if she were asking him a silent "there, that's my shot. What about yours?".

Hunter's hand confidently grabbed a sturdier knife from the table and got into position. He was... Intrigued, for now; but he'd show her how it was done.

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You couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement and arousal at such a sight. The man –you have discovered his name was Hunter, appropiate for the way he moved and watched– is definitely not a dissapointment of any kind. Round after round, he had matched you outstandingly well; all of his knifes hitting the exact center of the targets, not letting you stand ahead of him for a single point. He glances at you each time he finishes a throw now too; indulging in your little game and warming up the blood in your veins. It has been a while since you felt this attracted to someone; more so with him being a total stranger.

When it's the other participants time to throw –Raak following the two of you closely behind– he casually stops besides you; his eyes never leaving the contest in front of you.

"How' you learnt to throw like that?"

His voice is deep and slightly husky. Oh, this couldn't get any better.

You keep your wits together regardless of your thoughts and reply just as nochalant.

"Life has a strange way of throwing shit at you" you answer, arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes on the board. "I prefer to throw my shit back at her".

He glances down at you, and you can't help but smirk quietly. You know it's vague, but you're not about to spill all your secrets. He'll have to work with that.

"What about you?" You ask back, this time letting your eyes drive up to his dark amber ones. "You gonna tell me you know your way around a knife like that just by being a model Ord Mantell citizen?"

He hums non-comitally, eyes boring into yours. You have to force yourself not to fidget at such intensity. He really is something.

"Thought my outfit gave it a way" he humours you.

It pulls a smile on your face. Yeah, he's not giving away unnecessary information to potencially dangerous strangers either. Well, at least he's smart and has a sense of humour; you'll give him that.

"Last round, handsome" you push your luck and teasingly move your very fingertips along his shoulder and down to his arm. He squints his eyes at you and you grin up to him innocently. "Better not get distracted".

Hunter hums and moves to pick up his last knife.

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The man has, once more, impecably hit all of his knifes on each center of the human siluete target. You only have to repeat the same and you'll both split the price; it's not ideal, but you'll have just enough to fix your bike with the savings you've been keeping this past month.

After picking your knife up, you glance at him one last time. Maybe as a way of saying goodbye. If he's a sore looser, or if he simply doesn't want anything else to do with you, this would probably be your last time of enjoying the sight of such a specimen.

You don't expect to see him with his... Daugther, though. It's obvious the way they're related with how the blonde kid looks up at him; chatting up excitedly and the love and admiration she holds for him bright in her wide eyes. He chuckles quietly, slightly bent down towards her, and pats her shoulder affectionately. Behind the girl, three other men have approached the scene too; perhaps equally interested in watching the final wrap up. Perhaps to support Hunter. They're all wearing the same kind of armour; minor alterations, but it's obvious they're a squad of some sort. A family. And they all look at the kid exactly the same way.

You glance at her, and then down at the knife in your hand, a million thoughts speeding through your head. You haven't had the easiest of childhoods. War is all you remember for a big part of your life; your teens spent running away. You had been forced to adapt to the cruel ways of the galaxy very quickly; and with the options being either becoming a prostitute or an assassin, you had made the choice that finished moulding the person you are today. You're not proud; but you're not exactly regretful either. There are a few deaths you always carry in your conscience; but you mostly only accepted the requests you hand-picked yourself, so you've kinda done your part wiping your corner of the galaxy from scum. Not the prettiest of jobs, and certainly not one you would go proudly announcing around; but life's life. You'd like this kid to have an easier one; and by the way her family are head to toes covered in armour, ready to fight ay any given second, you're guessing it hasn't been going exactly that way til this point in time.

You catch Hunter's eyes staring at you. Your heart beats faster inside your chest. Your hand tingles.

You turn towards the target. You calmly position yourself. You take a deep breath; and then, your last knife flies to the target.

Laughs and cheers errupt around you. The blonde kid smiles.

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"Here you go, Broody" grumbles Cid, reluctantly pushing the pile of credits into Hunter's opened hands.

Hunter smirks.

"Bet all against me, huh?" he asks, inevitably happy.

Cid gives him the side eye.

"Well, my pockets would be full if my girl there didn't succumb to your supposedly good looks" she quotes with her hands, then roles her eyes. "I never quite understood the hype for humans anyway".

The Trandoshan walks away, still muttering a hundred of insults and dissapointed comments. Hunter doesn't feel a tad of guiltyness; Cid might not have won the bet, but she had definitely made good money on Tech's idea. The salon had been to the brim, drinks flowing around constantly. She really can't complain.

Hunter leaves the earned credits with his brothers and then turns to scan the lingering crowd. He quickly finds you talking to another participant near the entrance of the Salon. He excuses himself from his family and walks towards you.

You quickly wrap up your conversation with Raak with a forced smile, and once the Duros has reluctantly walked away, you turn to the approaching figure with a honest one.

"Ah, the man of the night" you chirp, roaming your eyes ever him quickly. "Got all those credits in a safe place?

Hunter glances back at Wrecker.

"Don't think anyone's gonna try to steal from him" he answers in good humour, and you nod in agreement.

You've never seen a human that big.

Hunter studies you quietly for a pair of seconds; then tilts his head.

"I admit the knife in the crotch was a good dramatic ending" he comments, then asks genuinely "Why did you let me win?".

You hum and take a look back at his family.

"Kid's cute. She yours?" You directly ask in return.

Hunter smiles.

"Sister" he explains. "More like an adopted daugther, now, though".

You can see the love he holds for her as well in the way he speaks and his features soften.

"Well, I've done some bad things in the past, but I still got a heart" you explain, trying to sound casual. Vulnerability is not often showed in planets like this. "You probably need those credits more than me".

Hunter is surprised; both by your reasoning and the fact that you're admiting it out loud to him. People aren't usually that honest and... considerate here. Or in the majority of places in the galaxy. This... Doesn't really match the idea of this dangerous –though sexy– woman he has in his head. This suddenly makes you more... human.

"What were you going to do with the price?" He asks, curiously.

You shrug.

"Repair my bike. I can usually do it myself, but I can't seem to find the problem this time".

Hunter hums. He doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"One of my brothers knows his way around mechanics pretty well. Maybe he could take a look at it, no need for extra payment."

That's sweet. You nod and smile up at him.

"I'd appreciate it".

You fill yourself with courage and take a tempting step towards him; right hand gently travelling upwards to rest in his chest plate.

"Now, why don't you follow me home for the night, mm? We can take a look at my bike tomorrow. Whatcha say?".

Hunter's turned on just by the fact you have been the one to ask. He has certainly had his fair number of situationships in the past; but he usually always have to be the one to make the first move. This time, however, he seemed to have catched your eye since the start; and you're decided to see this attraction through. He likes that, a woman that is self-assured and knows what she wants. He's happy it's him for this night.

He exchanges a glance with one of his brother's –the one with the headseat and the scomp– and then makes a polite gesture with his hand. He smirks playfully. You already know you'll be having a good time.

"Lead the way, mesh'la".

THE END.

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Wohooo! This spicy little one was so much FUN to write! I hope you all liked it as well, specially the user that requested it.

I'll publish a Tech Mermay long oneshot TODAY AS WELL; and the next one planned will be a Wolffe one.

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

Back to my main masterlist here:

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sunflowerskies00 · 1 month

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bet my heart, part 1

this moon's gonna turn into daylight

series masterlist

Flying was possibly my least favorite thing in the entire world. This was unfortunate because as someone who was on tour and had to travel by plane all the time- it’s an awful thing to dislike. If I had it my way it would be a tour bus or car everywhere. However, my best friend had just been named captain of his professional hockey team, which meant I needed to be in Canada. So I got off the stage in Miami and was currently on a flight to Vancouver so I could be there to celebrate with Quinn and make fun of him during his photos, as a best friend should.

The nice part about being one of the biggest names in music? Private jet. The only thing that made flying tolerable. My manager had insisted on sending security with me so poor Rob had to come with, but I had insisted on getting him the nicest hotel possible. I was staying at Quinn’s, and I had already informed Rob I would call him if I needed him but I didn’t need him to follow me around all weekend. I’d be fine. I knew he'd be following me around anyways, it's a 'safety concern' for me to not have at least one person around.

~*~

I have the car drop me off at Quinn’s before taking Rob to his hotel and making a promise to Rob that I'd send him a text when I was safe and inside. I head straight up to Quinn’s apartment and before I can raise my fist to knock the door swings open. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a hug.

“Hey S,” he swings me in a circle.

“Missed you Quinny,” I mumble into his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he puts my feet back on the ground. “How did you convince the minions to give you time off?” He asks. The “minions” is how Quinn refers to my team of people.

“I said that I needed a break from the studio and that I was coming to Vancouver to see you, no arguments,” I shrug. “How’s the fam?” I ask, walking into his living room and plopping onto the couch.

“Everyone’s good, my mom and dad are coming to visit in a couple of weeks I think.”

“I miss Ellen and Jim, and Michigan,” I sigh. “And people not knowing who I am wherever I go.” Quinn pulls me into a side hug, my head falling onto his shoulder.

“You have a break this summer right?” He asks. “A long one?”

“Yeah, I decided on no touring and no recording for the whole summer, June through September are going to be work-free, well sort of, writing still has to happen, I'm supposed to release an album this fall."

“Come to Michigan,” he says. I glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. I always went to Michigan so I was confused. “I know you normally come for a couple of weeks, but come for your entire break. You're less cranky and frustrated when you're there.”

“Sure Quinny,” I agree, ignoring the part of that statement where he called me cranky and frustrated. I yawn and it’s not lost on me when I snuggle farther into his shoulder.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancover canucks #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #trevor zegras #cole caufield #quinn hughes x oc

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dragon-kazansky · 7 months

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Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Spoilers. Izzy's depression spiral. No real unicorns were harmed in the making of Izzy's new leg. Things get a little steamy at the end.

Chapter Thirteen - Loving touch

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Stede had gathered the crew, minus Izzy, to talk to them all. Turns out Ed woke up. You swore under your breath when you heard that. No way is that man going to be happy with any of you.

"What happened to your face?" Pete asked Stede who was standing to a bruise on his cheek.

"Bet Blackbeard did that, didn't he?" Wee John asks.

"It was an accident. Okay? I think Ed just sat up too quickly," Stede says.

"That's what they all say," Roach states.

"As you know, he's gone through quite the ordeal and he does need to regain his strength," Stede explains.

"Yeah. He'll probably get around to killing you after he's rested," Jim says, looking Stede in the eye.

"Yeah, I'd say it's a pretty obvious mistake letting him get strong again," Lucius points out. You nod.

"Kick him off the ship already!" Jim yells.

"We just don't banish people, do we?" Stede says. "That's not us. Let's give him some time, perhaps to rebound a bit."

"Medically speaking, the man can't speak, and his brain is maybe couscous." Roach points out. "Also, gonna need that steak back. It's dinner."

"Right. Yes, aye."

"Maybe we should put it to the vote," Fang suggests.

"Do we have to do this now?" Stede asks.

The crew start yelling.

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Stede got his answers from the crew, that much was clear enough. As you head out, Stede catches up to you.

"You were awfully quiet in there."

"Don't get me wrong. I agree with them, Ed has to go."

Stede's expression falls.

"I know you like him, but that man... he did things. He hurt people like I've never seen before. He hurt Izzy..."

"Ah yes, Izzy. How is he?" Stede asks.

"He's been better."

"Where is he anyway? I didn't see him in there."

"Drinking probably. He, uh, he's stopped talking to me at the moment. He won't talk to anyone."

Stede frowns again. "He's stopped talking to you?"

"I think it's the constant drinking... It's making him... upset. Like, more than before."

"I see..."

You shrug lightly and sigh. "Look, I'm not looking for sympathy. You're the captain, sort this out."

You walk off. Stede watches you go, his heart feeling heavy. Maybe he could have a word with Izzy for you.

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You sit on deck with the wooden sparrow in your hands. After everything that happened it had survived. Izzy had kept it in his cabin. You had found it when you had gone in there to find him. Izzy was nowhere to be seen, but the sparrow was sitting on his desk. There was a slight chip in the wood, right on the wing, but for the most part it looked good.

You sigh as you run your finger carefully over it's little head. Did Izzy even notice it was gone? Probably not.

"The atmosphere around here sucks," Lucius sighs, sitting down next to you. You notice the cigarette between his fingers, but you don't ask. "What's that?" He nods toward the wooden bird.

"Marietta."

"Marietta?" He looks at you with a funny expression.

"That's what I called it. It was a gift for Izzy from me. I dropped the first one in the sea while I was angry at him... so I remade her." You hold the sparrow up. "She's a little beaten, but still in nest condition."

"You carved him a bird?"

"Look, I can't draw like you can. I can't make sew like Frenchie, or knit like Wee John. I can, however, whittle."

Lucius smiles a little. "I like it."

A moment of silence passes while you play with the bird in your hands a little more.

"So, you and Izzy?"

"So, you and Pete?" You reply, sarcastically.

"We're fine," he says defensively. "What's going on with your boyfriend?"

You raise your eyes to Lucius. "Blackbeard abused him. Punished him. Took his leg. He's a little upset at the moment. Rightfully so."

Lucius stands up a little defensively. "We've all been through shit," he says.

You narrow your eyes at him. "I'm not saying you haven't. We thought you were dead!"

"Well, I wasn't." He puts out his cigarette. "I've suffered too and it's all his fault!" He points to where Blackbeard is tied up on the deck.

"He's fucked everyone over, Lucius. Just need Stede to get his ass in gear and do something about it."

Lucius sighs. "Do you think anything will ever go back to how it was?"

"No," you admit honestly. "But I do believe things can get better. In time."

Lucius says nothing. He glares at Blackbeard and then leaves. You sigh and return to holding the bird, caressing it again gently.

"Oh, Izzy..."

♡♡♡

Stede found Izzy at the front of the ship. He was leaning on some of the rope rigging, his wooden leg propped up on the railing. In his other hand was a bottle of rum, of which he was drinking merrily.

He looked a mess.

Stede offered him a smile as he joined him, ignoring the look Izzy was throwing his way. He means over and notices the unicorn is missing it's head.

"He's seen better days, hasn't he?" Stede asks in a lighthearted manner.

"At least he's still got both legs!" Izzy yells.

"Yes!" Stede joins in. "He can't hear you, he's go no head. You've got a head, though, which you should look after."

Izzy down his rum. Stede sighs.

"What do you want, Bonnet?" Izzy asks, not really in the mood for conversation.

"Well, here's the thing. The crew, they're in a bit of a deadlock over the whole banishment of Ed thing and I just thought, seeing as, well, you were the one who kept his body aboard, maybe you should weigh in. You've already murdered him once. Seems like a pretty good payback." He chuckles softly. "So, what do you think?"

"My vote?" Izzy leans in a little closer to Stede. "A rotten let's got to come off."

"Right. Just to confirm, was that a nay or yay on the banishment?"

Izzy just drinks some more.

"Right... I suppose I just mention that our Spirit of the sea is worried about you. You've stopped talking to them apparently..."

Izzy says nothing.

"Don't push them out, Izzy."

Izzy just drinks from his bottle again. Stede sighs and takes his leave.

♡♡♡

"So! We, the crew of The Revenge, have voted and we've chosen banishment, unfortunately." Frenchie states, announcing the result. "So, yeah. Effective immediately. Your complimentary dinghy awaits you portside. Now leave, please."

"Fuck off," Ed hisses, walking past him. You watch him closely.

"Alright, rude."

"Fuck you," Ed laughs softly, walking past Olu.

"First time I've been on this side of a walk of shame," Wee John comments.

"Way to make this awkward, bruh," Archie says.

"Shitty sailing with you." Jim chimes in.

"You're making it really hard to look up to you, man," Pete sighs.

"Hey, made you this sandwich for the trip," Roach says, holding it out to him. Ed slaps it out of his hand and Stede catches it

"You don't want your sammie?" Stede looks sad.

Ed slaps it out of Stede's hand and it hits Lucius in the face. You have to cover your mouth to stop from laughing. Lucius bites back his laughter too. It really isn't a funny moment, throwing someone off the ship, but at least you can find something to laugh about, you supposed.

"Ed, say something at least."

Ed turns his head and looks at Stede.

"You're not a fuckin' mermaid."

You knit your brows together in confusion by that statement. Stede looked equally confused.

"What?"

Ed climbs off the ship and into the dinghy. Stede looks down and watches him, you and Lucius part with the rest if the crew, not hanging about to watch any longer.

Ed was gone. That was that.

♡♡♡

"Is it me or does the energy around here seem off?" Wee John asked.

"By 'the energy,' do we mean him?" Roach nods over to Lucius who was smiling and freaking out a little. "Or him?" He gestures over to where Izzy is still standing at the front of the ship yelling at the unicorn.

"Well, mythical creature?" Izzy yells. You sigh as you watch him from where you stand. He still wasn't talking to you much. "Anything to say to yourself? Fuck you!"

"Or them?" Roach asks, looking at Jim, Archie, Frenchie, and Fang scrubbing the deck of any "possible" bloodstains left over from where Edward had bled out.

"Do you still see blood?"

"Yeah. We'll get it. Just keep scrubbing."

"They're lookin' this way." Fang says.

You tune out the rest of their conversation to watch your stupid drunk pirate curse at the unicorn some more. If only you could talk to him. He would surely listen to you.

It was breaking your heart to see him fall apart like this. Izzy hadn't held you since you got back onto The Revenge. He was shutting you out, suffering on his own.

You hated it.

You try not to let the tears fall as you walk away, letting Izzy do whatever the fuck he wanted.

♡♡♡

Olu had invited you to join the crew for a surprise. Jim had speculated they were planning to kill you all off for being disturbed after sailing with Blackbeard. You thought it was a bit of a stretch, but you wouldn't put it last them either.

You were all guided below deck where the surprise was.

"You gotta close your 'cause it's a surprise." Olu says.

No one does that, everyone sceptical. Frenchie leads you all behind Olu. You find Pete and Wee John waiting.

"Ta da!"

Wee John moves to reveal the surprise.

The crew all jump and startle, hiding the knives they were all carrying behind their backs incase of an attack.

"Fuck!" Lucius sighs, jumpy enough already.

"Guys, it's called a pine-ata." Pete says.

"Yeah. So, you just pull this string and then--" Olu tries to explain.

"And then you hit it with a stick!" Pete demonstrates.

Everyone is triggered. PTSD from the storm, from Blackbeard.

"Time for blindfolding." Wee John tries.

"Stay the fuck sway from me!" Jim yells.

"You won't want to stay the fuck away from this came!" Roach says, brining the cake in.

You feel your stomach churn at the sight of it. It looks like the wedding cake...

"God's sake, take it away!" Fang screams.

You all draw your weapons. Yeah, even you. This is too much, too soon. This how it ends up at a stand off.

"One-half of this room has some serious emotional damage," Jim explains, holding Wee John in a choke hold. "And it's not us."

"Well, it's not us!" Wee John says back.

You have your knife pointing at Olu.

"Right, so, is everybody else's arms and various limbs getting tired?" Frenchie asks.

"Alright, look, look, look, look. I think there's actually an easier way to resolve this." Olu days, eyeing your knife. "Yes? Right. So you all think that we're plottin' against you?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Which, in hindsight, maybe was inaccurate." Frenchie says. "I don't know, you tell me."

"Okay. So, can we all agree to just not jump the other crew and solve this as fuckin' adults?" Olu asks.

"You're saying this is like a space that is safe?" Jim asks him.

"Yeah, babe." Olu looks at them.

"I love that."

"A safe space."

"Yeah, okay."

You all lower your knives. You take a deep breath. Nearly lost your cool there.

"A lot has gone unsaid," Roach speaks. "I think now is a great time to discuss lingering issues."

"Yeah, yeah, absolutely." Archie nods. "Can we talk about the fucked-up sleeping arrangements?"

"Excuse me, do you even have a name, new guy?" Wee John asks her.

"Yeah, fuck you is her name." Jim starts, drawing their knife again.

"Hey, stupid name for a person," Roach draw his knife on Jim.

"You know my name is Archie," she point her weapon at Roach.

Everyone draws their weapons again. You sigh and point your knife at Olu again, but he doesn't sense any actual malice from you.

The sound of something thudding against the floor draws everyone's attention to the door. You turn and your heart skips a beat at the sight of Izzy. Two wooden legs at his feet.

"There! It's done!" He yells. "Maybe next time he'll think twice about not doing his fucking--" Izzy's peg leg breaks from under him as he raises his crutch and he falls harshly to the ground.

You gasp and drop your knife, hurrying over to him. He shrugs you off.

"Get off me! Fuck off!"

You sit there on your knees as he rolls over and starts crawling down the hall. Your heart breaks watching him.

"Leave me alone! I'm already gone." He mutters. He starts repeating a phrase over and over again. "You're born alone, you die alone. You're born alone, you die alone."

You can feel tears building up again. God, only Izzy could ever make you cry so much.

"Yeah, he's definitely more disturbed than any of us," Lucius says, watching Izzy go.

You try to hide your teary eyes as you get up and leave.

♡♡♡

You're sat up on deck with yours curled up wiping away the tears that were falling. If only you could get that stupid man to talk to you. You just wound to heal his internal wounds, and soothe his external wounds.

You don't hear the door open, but you do hear footsteps coming over. You turn your face away, but you know it's Fang who is now sitting beside you. He has one of the unicorn legs in his hand.

"You okay?" He asks softly. Fang was a soothing presence.

"Spectacular," you mutter.

He look down at the wooden leg and then back at you.

"We, uh, we had an idea for Izzy."

You wipe your eyes again. "Yeah?"

"We're gonna make him a new leg. You wanna help? It would sure mean a lot if you gave it to him after." Fang smiles.

"You want me to help?"

"I think Izzy would like that, don't you?"

You shrug quietly. "I don't know. He's not exactly talking to me right now."

"Aw, listen. He still loves you. He's just hurting, but maybe we can help. Let's do something good for him."

Fang offers you a small smile.

You find yourself smiling back. You reach over and take the leg from him. "Okay. Let me see what we can do."

Less than 30 minutes later the leg is being constructed, the crew are gathered to help. Fang constructs the leg into a strong, comfortable, and practical leg. Lucius had got some gold paint to add something that little bit extra.

You smile as you paint the leg.

"The gold was a gold touch."

Lucius smiles, happy he could help.

You leave the leg to dry and then Fang returns to your side with it. You sigh as you take it, looking it over.

"We sure it will do?" You ask.

"Its been measured and made just for Izzy. It will more than do. Oh don't forget the note." Fang holds out the parchment.

You take the leg and take the note.

"Right..."

"Just leave it outside his door if he doesn't want to talk. I can assure you he'll talk to you again soon."

You nod and make your way to Izzy's cabin.

♡♡♡

As you approach Izzy's door, you don't hear much. It's almost too quiet for your liking. You hover outside the door, the leg in hand. That's when you hear his voice. He's talking to someone.

"And you? What's your excuse?" You hear him say. You lean a little closer to listen, worried about him. "I mean, what even are you?"

You knock on the door hoping he'll answer.

"Fuck off." You hear him shout. You knock again firmly. "Fuck off!" He yells again.

You sigh. Telling him it was you probably wouldn't make a difference. You prop the leg up but the door, tucking the note and Marietta, Izzy's carved sparrow that you still had, into it.

You knock again and hurry away, disappearing down the hall.

"You are harassing a cripple! Fucking twats!" Izzy yells, no longer realising the person has gone from behind his door. He limps his way over and opens it, looking down the hall.

He sees no one.

His gaze drops down to the item waiting for him. He sees the note and the bird. He reads the note first, all emotion clogging up in his throat.

Those little shits.

He cries. Izzy covers his mouth as tears overwhelm him. He looks up down the hall, trying not to break down.

"Fucking cocksuckers."

He sees the sparrow and picks it up. It's then he realises you had been the one knocking. His finger close around the bird and the tears fall freely.

Shit. He's been really shit to you.

Izzy hold the sparrow against his chest and takes a few deep breaths. He grabs the leg and hobbles back inside his room.

♡♡♡

It's the early hours of the morning.

Izzy stands on deck with his new leg on. It's a good fit. Made really well. His hair is slicked back against his scalp, out of his face. His face is a little cleaner. No rum in sight.

In one hand he's clutching the ring he wears under his clothes, hanging from a string of twine. He smiles as he looks down at it.

In his other hand is the note. His eyes drift over to the words written on it. His heart feels full.

'For the new unicorn.'

Izzy smiles.

With the dawn of a new day comes a new Izzy. A healing Izzy.

He's going to be okay.

No. He'll be more than okay.

He just needs to talk to you first.

♡♡♡

The sun hasn't even risen yet when Izzy wakes you. You've been sleeping with the rest of the crew since Izzy stopped talking to you, so he had to be quiet when waking you. You're startled awake by something hitting your face again and again.

You wake up to find little balls of paper being thrown at you. You look up to see Izzy waving you over. You look at him confused. He wasn't talking to you befkre, and now he wants to?

That's when you notice the leg and your heart begins to race.

You climb out of bed and make your way out of the room, not waking a single person. You follow Izzy into his cabin and enter cautiously. He looks tidier, cleaner, more content.

"Izzy?"

He stands there and looks at you. There are several emotions flickering in his eyes, but he finds his words in no time.

"Thank you."

You stand there awkwardly. "I didn't do anything."

Izzy inhales loud enough for you to hear as he looks down at his leg, his hand resting over his thigh. "You did this."

"It was the crew's idea."

Izzy holds up the sparrow. "I noticed it was gone, but there was only one place it could be."

You nod your head softly.

Izzy puts the sparrow down and walks over to you, closing the distance between you both. You find your heart rate picking up as you look into those beautiful eyes of him.

"I love you," he whispers.

Just like that he's reaching out and kissing you. You're in his arms again. You return his kiss, having missed his lips. Having missed him. You reach out and take hold of him.

The kiss is hot, passionate, desperate. It's significance lies with the fact that you two spend all your time wanting each other, but when you're hurting, you don't reach out for one another.

You remove his scarf, taking the ring around it and carefully placing it down. It belonged to his mother and you know he would definitely curse you if you lost it. You begin to undress him, and he, you.

Clothes land on the floor. The soft thud of his wooden foot taps lightly on the floor as he moves you over to his bed.

Doing this right after the emotional rollercoaster you both has been through probably wasn't the best idea, but this time no one could stop you both, and this was long overdue.

You push Izzy down on the bed and take care of him, admiring him. You notice the other ring around his neck. You had seen it before, but it's origins you hadn't known. He was wearing it last time you did this too.

Still, your mind was focused on other things.

Safe to say, both of you are going to be a little late getting up tomorrow.

♡♡♡

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Clan of Three - Chapter 6

Chapter Six: The Reckoning

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, character death

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It was a normal rhythm on the Crest, Mando flies the ship while you care for the child or do anything else he needs you to do. But after a while, it was getting repetitive. “So I can learn to fly a ship?” You ask as you spoonfeed the child some porridge. You were making faces at the child to have him accept the food he was dodging.

“No,” Mando responds focusing on the large galaxy as he flies the ship. The child throws his hands out hitting the spoon the porridge hits your face making you close your eyes in disgust.

“Come on what if you’re off doing some bounty and you need the Crest? Can’t help you if I don’t know how to fly a ship.” You say using part of the cloak around your shoulders to wipe the food off your face the child giggling. He glances back at you before looking forward.

“You’re not flying the Crest.” He says and you frown looking over at the child.

A ding fills the cockpit and you look over seeing a message received. Mando presses a button and appearing on the hologram was the man from Nevarro. The one who gave the bounty to Mando to find you two. Greef.

“My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive,” He says and you all are silent watching it, “You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prizes.” He explains.

“So, here is my proposition. Return to Nevarro. Bring the children as bait. I will arrange an exchange and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the children and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism.” The message ends and you look over at Mando, this has trap written all over it.

“What are we gonna do?” You ask and he’s quiet trying to think this through. He could continue running through the galaxy but it would only be time until one bounty hunter does succeed. Or he can accept this offer and provide you both with a better life. The Crest jolts forward entering hyperspace as you pick up the child putting him in his cradle not wanting to eat anymore, “Mando…where are we going?”

“To see a friend.”

The familiar planet of Sorgan appears once you left hyperspace. Returning to the planet only brought many pleasant memories as well as the sadness of having to leave after being there for a while. Mando holds the child in his satchel as you enter the common house where you hear a commotion. Catching just the end of the fight seeing Cara Dune choking out a man before he taps out. Half of the crowd cheers the others are disappointed with their bets.

“Pay up, mudscuffers!” Cara yells out holding her hands up as she comes over to people who drop credits into her palm, “Come on. That's mine, thank you. All right, thank you.” Once she’s finished she turns to spot the three of you a grin growing on her face as Mando calls out to her,

“Looking for some work?”

The four of you sat around a table as Mando explains the offer, “It seems like a straightforward operation. They're providing the plan and firepower. I'm the snare. With the kids? That's why I'm coming to you.”

“I don't know. I've been advised to lay low,” Cara shakes her head not appealing to the job, ��If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life.”

“I thought you were a veteran.” You ask and Cara looks down nursing the drink,

“I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence. If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm-”

“I have a ship. I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward.” Mando cuts her off, “You can live free of worry.”

Cara chuckles downing the rest of her drink, “I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting some local warlord.”

“He's not a local warlord.” Mando says, “He's Imperial.”

You see the look of hesitation wipe off her face upon hearing the empire’s involvement,

“I'm in.”

Aboard the Crest, the child resting in the cockpit, while you all are in the main hull, “Does your contact need to vet me?” Cara asks

“Doesn't know you're coming,” Mando says.

“Really? That could be a problem.” Cara says looking at Mando who shakes his head.

“It won't.”

“But if it is, that's his problem,” Mando adds in and Cara looks over at where the cockpit is.

“He all right up there alone?”

Mando barely glances at the cockpit you had put down the child for a nap, “Yeah. Pick one.”

Mando opens a compartment revealing the weapons, Cara grabs a large blaster feeling the weight, and you grab your blaster and knife holstering them.

“Looks like you’re taking care of yourself,” Cara smirks at you. You were cleaned up gained some muscles you looked like you could protect yourself. You weren’t some scared kid who didn’t even know how to use a blaster. Cocking the blaster familiarizing herself with it, “You trust the contact?”

“Not particularly,” Mando says remembering the large battle on Nevarro, “He and I had a run-in last time I was there on some Guild business.”

“So then why are we going?” Cara asks, if they weren’t on the best of terms this wasn’t going to be well.

“I don't have a choice. You saw what happened on Sorgan. They'll keep sending hunters.” Mando says glancing over at you. Hearing the gunshot had struck fear deep into him. He had tried to keep the both of you at a distance but then Tatooine and you both had cracked down his walls, “They will never be safe until the Imp is dead.”

“And you're okay with bringing them back there?” Cara asks and Mando looks down,

“Not really. That's why I'm bringing you.”

The Crest veers sharply making you all slide to the other side. The alarms go off the lights flash red. You push yourself off the wall having slammed into it as you all scramble to get to the cockpit. You quickly snatch the child as Mando jumps into the seat stabilizing the ship. You all sigh, Cara leaning against the wall, Mando sagging in his seat. You look down at the child giggling in your arms holding the ball from the lever.

“We need someone to watch that thing.” Cara says and you nod, “You got anyone you can trust?”

The desert planet of Arvala-7 when you first met Mando and started this entire journey was quick to greet you as you return to a familiar moisture farm. You see Kuiil tending to the blurrgs as you all exit the Crest.

“It hasn't grown much,” Kuiil looks at the child before looking at you, “This one is looking grown, you stand tall now.” You don’t know what to take from the comment but nod anyway.

“I think it might be a Strand-Cast.” Mando says and Kuiil shakes his head as he leads you all into his home,

“I don't think it was engineered. I've worked in gene farms. This one looks evolved. Too ugly,” Kuiil then points over at Cara, “This one, on the other hand, looks like she was farmed in the Cytocaves of Nora.”

“This is Cara Dune. She was a shock trooper.” Mando introduces Cara.

“You were a Dropper?” Kuiil says his eyes noticing the tattoo band around her arm

“Did you serve?” Cara asks and Kuiil looks disappointed.

“On the other side, I'm afraid. But I'm proud to say that I paid out my clan's debt, and now I serve no one but myself.” Kuiil says the five of you surround a small table listening to him.

“Would anyone care for some tea?” A robotic voice calls out and the three of you whip out your blasters and point them at the droid. Mando is familiar with the IG-11 that should be dead.

“Please lower your blasters. He will not harm you.” Kuiil steps in front of the droid protecting it.

“That thing is programmed to kill the kids,” Mando says sharply and Kuiil defends it

“Not anymore. It was left behind in the wake of your destruction. I found it laying where it fell. Devoid of all life. I recovered the flotsam and staked it as my own in accordance with the Charter of the New Republic. Little remained of its neural harness. Reconstruction was quite difficult...but not impossible. It had to learn everything from scratch. This is something that cannot be taught with the twist of a spanner,” Kuiil explains the remaking of the droid, “It requires patience and repetition. I spent day after day reinforcing its development with patience and affirmation. It developed a personality as its experiences grew.”

Mando still distrusts the droid but lowers his blaster and you all holster yours, “Is it still a hunter?”

“No. But it will protect.” Kuiil says as the droid steps forward holding a small kettle,

“Tea?” You go to raise your cup to get a drink but Mando puts his hand out stopping you. You give him a look before putting your cup down and shaking your head.

“I've run into some problems.” Mando starts and Kuiil rolls his eyes. “I figured as much. Why else would you return?”

“I wanna hire your services.” He asks and Kuiil refuses standing up,

“I'm retired from service.” “I can pay you handsomely, Ugnaught.”

“I have a name. It is Kuiil.” Kuiil gives him a look and Mando sighs,

“I need someone to protect the little one, Kuiil.” The job was not something he expected, maybe battle but not babysitting a child.

“I'm not suited for such work. I can reprogram IG-11 for nursing and protocol.”

“No.” Mando says glaring at the droid that is innocently washing some dishes, “I don't want that droid anywhere near him or the girl.”

“Why're you so distrustful of droids?” Kuiil questions him and Mando is still glaring at the droid.

“It tried to kill them both.” You look over at the droid, you couldn’t picture it trying to kill you it’s programing must have been completely different before meeting Kuiil.

“It was programmed to do so. Droids are not good or bad. They are neutral reflections of those who imprint them.” Kuiil explains but Mando’s anti-droid sentiment runs deep.

“I've seen otherwise.”

“Do you trust me?” Kuiil asks and Mando looks over at his first alley since this mission.

“From what I can tell, yes.”

“Then you will trust my work. IG-11 will join me. And we do it not for payment, but to protect the children from Imperial slavery. None will be free until the old ways are gone forever.” Kuiil says moving towards the doors, ”And the blurrgs will join me as well.”

“The blurrgs?” Mando questions but Kuiil is already out the door.

“I have spoken.”

The cargo hold carries three penned blurrgs as the rest of you are in the hull as the ship on autopilot travels to Nevarro. “I got you, Mando.” Cara grins the two of them engaged in an arm wrestle, “Care to double the bet?” You see Cara beginning to overpower Mando.

“Come on Mando!” You cheer him on as he tries to gain control over the shock trooper who was so close to winning. A heavy weight rest on your chest as you freeze in place before you see Cara let out a gasp of air her hands grabbing her throat, trying to pull off the invisible hands squeezing her throat. You look over at the child holding his hand out tightly in a fist.

“No! No, no! Stop! We're friends, we're friends. Cara is my friend!” Mando grabs the child distracting his concentration and you grab Cara as the air reenters her lungs.

“That is not okay!” She wheezes out coughing trying to catch her breath while you tend to her.

“Hmm. Very curious,” Kuiil says examining the child who is innocently watching on unaware the thing he did was bad.

“Curious? It almost killed me!” Cara pointed at the child before waving you off and you return to your seat looking at the child as well. You’ve never seen anything like that before, it felt dark not the comforting feeling you felt when you would reach out.

“The story you told me of the mudhorn now makes more sense,” Kuiil says looking at the child who is happily in Mando’s arms and he looks down at the child briefly glancing at you.

“What is it? What it is, I don't know.” Cara asks confused about the information hidden from her that it seems that everyone but her knew of.

“But what it does, this...This I've heard rumors of.” Kuiil says stroking his chin in thought.

“What? When you worked for the Empire?” Cara says giving a look at Kuiil who gives an angry look back.

“When I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude.” He defends his claim,

“Yet somehow, you walk free,” Cara questions him.

“I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands and the labor of three of your human lifetimes. Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I shall serve.” Kuiil explains that life involved with the empire was not something simple to live with.

“Tell you what. I could really use your craftwork right now. Can you pad this container so the child can sleep better?” Mando asks looking over at the cradle that the child had been using since Sorgan.

“I shall fabricate a better one. Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom with the skill of one's hands.” Kuiil says looking at Cara before heading off to already build.

“So, we're going to Nevarro?” Cara says and Mando nods,

“Have you ever been?” You ask and Cara shakes her head,

“No. We lost a lot of our forces there. The city's dug in pretty deep. No cover when you drop in. It stayed in Empire control 'till the end of the war.” She explains you weren’t surprised having seen the landscape yourself.

“The warlord we're taking out was an Imperial officer,” Mando says describing the target.

“What station?” Cara questions but Mando shrugs as the four of you enter the cockpit, Mando placing the child in his cradle as he retakes control of the ship.

“Hard to tell. No insignia anymore. I took out the safehouse when I snatched the kids. More Imps have reinforced since,” He says, “There's something more going on.”

“Maybe. We'll find out more when we land.” Cara says and the door behind you opens revealing IG-11 holding a tray of food.

“I have prepared a second meal. Would you care to be served here or below?” He asks you all but Mando cuts in.

“We’re not hungry.” The door quickly closes and he points outside, “Under no circumstances does that thing leave the ship.”

“You got a real thing for droids, don't you?” Cara asks, leaning against the wall while Mando is stiff in his seat.

“I got a real thing for that droid,” Mando responds coldly.

“But Kuiil said he rewired it.” You bring up. Sure you were defending the droid that did try to kill you but it had been reprogrammed. It wasn’t the same one as before.

“That droid was designed to kill things. I don't care how much wiring he replaced. It goes against its nature.” Mando says giving you a look before facing forward.

“Well, it shouldn't be a long job anyway,” Cara says trying to make him feel slightly better, “We take out the head Imp, the rest will run like rats.”

Arriving on Nevarro you all exit the ship minus IG-11 the child is now in its new pram that hovers beside you all. You saddle up behind Mando only having three blurrgs making your way towards the coordinates Greef had given. When you spot the dark-skinned man standing beside three other bounty hunters.

“Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando, but things have gotten complicated since you were last here.” He says looking at Cara and Kuiil haven’t seen you being behind Mando, “It appears that introductions are in order. It seems we've both provided a security detail. I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship. These lava fields are lousy with Jawas.” He looks at Cara and motions for her to be on the ship.

“She's coming with me,” Mando says

“But the town is now run by ex-Empire. If a Rebel Dropper is with us, they'll all get their hackles up.” Greef explains, their plan could go up in flames so quickly.

“She's coming,” Mando repeats not backing down and Greef sighs,

“Fine. Fine. At least cover your tattoo. No need to flaunt it,” Cara gives a glare to Greef as he claps his hands together, “Now, where are the little ones?” You’re sliding off the Blurrg and Mando gives you a look and you return one, ‘I’ll be fine.’ You step forward as the pram follows beside you until you’re in front of Greef. You eye the three bounty hunters around him as they watch you. You rest your hands on your belt and the pram opens up showing the child.

“So, this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about. What a precious little creature. I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair on its wrinkled little head.” He pulls the child up from its cradle looking closer at it before putting back and the pram slams shut returning to Mando’s side. Greef looks over at you smiling, “It’s a pleasure meeting you again.”

“Surprised you’re still alive.” You respond looking over him as he laughs patting his chest where you had shot him.

“If I wasn’t protected things would be different. You’re a decent shot.” He says and you smirk crossing your arms.

“First time using a blaster call it luck.” You see the flash of surprise in his eyes as he lets out a dry chuckle.

“Quite lucky indeed.” He says and you return to Mando accepting his hand as he pulls you back up onto the blurrg, Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all. The sun drops fast on Nevarro. We can walk for a spell, camp out at the riverbank, then make our way into town at first light.”

Traveling across the open plains of Nevarro the dark earth with rivers of lava being your light as it grows darker and when you reach the riverbank you make camp. A fire was set up in the middle as you all were split. Greef and his group were on one side of the fire while Mando was on the other. You rip pieces of meat that you all hunted down giving some to the child and eating yourself.

“I guess the little bugger's a carnivore.” Greef says watching the two of you with Mando beside him the flames reflecting off the beskar armor, “Never seen anything like it. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing and the girl. Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie.”

“Let's go over the plan again.” Mando switches the conversation the two going over the plan as you listen using your knife to cut up pieces of meat.

“We both enter the common house. We show the client the bait. We join him at the table. And you kill him.” Greef says and Mando listens silently.

“Tell me about his reinforcements.”

“They're all ex-Empire. As soon as they lose their paycheck, poof, they'll all scatter.” Greef explains the guards the client might have.

“And what if they don't?” Mando says not convinced.

“They will.” “That's not good enough,” Mando says still skeptical about the plan.

“If for argument's sake, a few of them don't realize that I'm their best path to alternative employment and they elect to react impulsively, then these three fine Guild Hunters, along with that battle-hardened shock trooper, will cut down anyone who bucks,” Greef says and you could see the hesitation in the Mandalorian.

“How many will there be?”

“No more than four. He travels with, at most, a Fire Team. Trust me.” Greef smiles looking out into the fire the night relatively quiet around you.

“Nothing can go wrong.”

Swooping down a massive creature digs its teeth into Greef’s arm as he lets out a cry. More winged beasts attack you all as blasters are brought out and shots sent out into the night. Roars from the creatures as you shoot blindly into the night. They would swoop in and you would see them with the flames when they were too close for comfort. One of them scoops up one of the blurrgs flying off as another grabs one of Greef’s bounty hunters. A hand grabs your arm pulling you out of the way from claws as Mando brings you to him both of you back to back shooting at any that draw too close to you. Another tries flying off with a blurrg but is shot down but the animal is hit by friendly fire. You fire out and Mando swings his arm out his flamethrower lighting up the night some of the creatures get hit by the flames as they fly off into the night. Settling your heart, hands still clutching your blaster.

“He's hurt badly,” Cara says kneeling beside Greef who is covered in sweat the wound on his arm brutal.

“I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Ow!” He tries waving off but when Cara examines the wound he winces.

“Hold still. They got you good.” She says and you see the bite mark but underneath his skin a dark color spreading through his body,

“How bad?”

“Bad. The poison's spreading fast.” She says already pulling out a medpac working on him.

“So this... This is how it happens.” Greef leans back looking up already accepting death.

“Don't be so dramatic. I need another medpac! Got any other medpacs? Anyone?” She shouts looking at everyone but none of you carried one.

“I'm guessing that's a ‘no’,” Greef says you could hear the fear in his voice knowing death was so close but he hadn’t expected it now.

“It's still spreading,” Cara says trying to figure out another way and you see the child slowly coming over.

“This isn't working. Get this thing outta here.” Greef says trying to shoo away the child who stands beside him reaching his hand out.

“Wait,” Mando calls out as the child’s hand hovers over the wound and Greef tries moving away,

“He's trying to eat me.”

A calming weight returns to your chest making you take a step back bumping into Mando’s chest and he holds you in place, you watch as the feeling spreads across the area feeling the heat of the flames, each ember burning out, the wind rolling over you, as it pulls into Greef’s arm. You watch poison retreat from spreading returning to the bite before the skin starts to stitch itself back together. The mangled flesh is smooth as the child falls back onto its butt tried out. Greef runs his hands across his flesh believing it to be fake as you all try to understand what had happened.

It had been a tense night following that both the child and yourself were asleep. You were laying beside Mando your head resting beside his leg and he had removed his cape attached to his armor draping it over you to protect you from the cold. Many thoughts ran through his head as he took the first shift watching over the sleeping group. He had seen many things before but the things he’s seen both you and the child do he couldn’t describe. Lift creatures multiple times your size, push people feet away without having to touch them, bend and destroy metal with the move of their hand, and suck the air out of someone without having to be near them. All these things he couldn’t explain as some trick but something unnatural..something that didn’t make sense to him. Was this what made you so important to the empire? Were you created in a lab, genetically made to do things no man could do? Those kept him up even when his shift was over as he slept.

“You think they're having second thoughts?” Mando says to Cara as all of you minus Kuiil walk. Losing two of the blurrgs left the three of you to walk.

“Could be,” Cara says while you followed Greef and his men behind you.

“I need your eyes.” Mando says and Cara nods, “I'm watching.” You reach a ridge overlooking the city that you remember escaping from.

“I guess this is it,” Greef says turning back to you and none of you can see the blaster pointed at Mando, Cara, and Kuiil. Greef pulls out two blasters shooting past you three as you pull out your own. The bolts hit the two bounty hunters as they hit the ground. “There's something you should know. The plan was to kill you and take the kids.” Your blasters are still pointed at him as he tries to defend himself his guns already put away holding his hands up.

“But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it. Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code. But if you do, these children will never be safe.” Greef says pointing at the cradle holding the child and yourself.

“We'll take our chances,” Cara says her finger resting on the trigger.

“The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining these assets.” Greef tries to convince you all “You tried to run, but where did it get you?” He wasn’t wrong everywhere you went you were always recognized or being hunted down by a bounty hunter same with the child.

“This is ridiculous,” Cara says not wanting to hear anymore.

“Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuiil says making you all listen to Greef,

“Listen, we both need the client to be eliminated. Let me take the children to him and then you three…” Greef says coming up with a new plan.

“No. Let's just kill him and get outta here.” Cara cuts him off but Mando speaks up.

“He's right.”

“What are you doing?” Cara gives him a look as he holsters his blaster and you lower yours.

“As long as the Imp lives, he'll send hunters after the children,” Mando says looking at you and then at the pram.

“It's a trap.” Cara tries warning him and Mando steps forward holding his wrist out.

“Bring me.” Greef gives him a look. “Bring you?”

“Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him and I'll kill him.” Mando says and Greef nods liking this plan.

“That's a good idea. Give me your blaster.” Greef says and Cara looks at the two like they were insane,

“This is insane.”

“It's the only way,” Mando says looking at her and she groans holstering her blaster,

“Well, I'm coming with you.”

“No, no, no. That would make them suspicious.” Greef says shaking his head not liking these added elements.

“I don't care. I'm coming.” Cara says stepping forward.

“Tell them she caught me,” Mando adds

“Fine. Then she can bring the children.” Greef says and Mando disagrees.

“No. The kid goes back in the ship.” Mando says pointing at the child in the pram.

“But without both of the children, none of this works!” Greef says and Mando shakes his head going over to the pram and pulling out the child.

“I have a plan. Kuiil, ride back to the Razor Crest with the child and seal yourself in. When you're inside, engage ground security protocols. Nothing on this planet will breach those doors.” Mando hands off the child to Kuiil who wraps him in a blanket. Before passing a commlink, “Here's a comlink.”

“I will keep the child safe.” Kuiil says getting ready to leave before looking at Cara, “Don't forget to cover your stripes.” Before setting the blurrg into motion with a crack and the four of you head towards Nevarro. Mando pulls out two pairs of cuffs clipping a pair onto your wrists, before handing off your blaster and knife to Cara and giving his blaster to Greef putting on his cuffs. The four of you walk towards the front gate of the town before being stopped by scout troopers leaning against speeder bikes.

“Chain code?” One of them asks

“I have a gift for the boss.” Greef motions to the two restrained individuals you glare at one of the troopers.

“Chain code?” The other one repeats before Greef sighs pulling out a card that is scanned.

The other trooper looks at Mando before speaking to Greef, “I'll give you 20 credits for the helmet.”

“Ha-ha! Not a chance. That's going on my wall.” Greef laughs pointing at the helmet and Mando looks over at him

“On your wall?” He whispers, “Go with it.” Greef grits back before the trooper holds out his chain code nodding forward.

“Go ahead.”

Cara nudges you forward as you all enter Nevarro City, you instantly take into account a large number of stormtroopers in the town.

“You said four. There are more than four troopers.” Mando hisses and Greef keeps his head straight.

“Four guarding the client. Many more here in town. Things got really heated once Mando crashed the safe house.” He explains and Cara gives him a look,

“Slip him his blaster.” Greef shakes his head as you appear in front of a new building.

“Not yet.” He says walking towards the door, “Here we are.” You enter seeing a cantina and inside like he said only four troopers and seated at the table the old man from before. “You see? Four. Look what I brought you. As promised.” Greef holds his hand out pushing you forward that almost has you stumbling and you throw a glare back at him and Mando steps forward as well as the empty pram.

“What exquisite craftsmanship. It is amazing how beautiful beskar can be when forged by its ancestral artisans. Can I offer you a libation to celebrate the closing of our shared narrative?” The client holds his hand out to the table and Greef nods.

“I would be obliged.” Someone that wasn’t familiar grabs your arm pulling you away from the three of them your eyes widen as you are brought to sit beside the client. You could feel the gaze he was giving to you and one of the troopers grabs your hair pulling your head to the side as you give the three of them a look. You could see the hardened look on both their faces but your gaze was focused on Mando’s. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you just wanted to throw them all off you and crush the client’s throat with your hands.

‘Relax..breathe’ You could feel Mando’s words through his mask even though he said nothing. You wince feeling a prick on your neck from the same machine and when it beeps flashing red the trooper shows it to the client who nods satisfied. You glare at the trooper,

“Bastard.” You hiss out and a fire spreads across your face your head snaps to the other side. The backhand from the trooper glares back at you has Mando almost jumping across the table if it weren’t for the look Greef was giving to him. You blink away the tears feeling the metallic liquid fill your mouth. The client laughs and you can smell his awful breath from beside you as your gaze is glued to the table.

“Still as feisty as before.” He looks at Greef and Mando holding his hand out to the seat in front of you, “Please sit. It is a shame that your people suffered so.” He starts signaling the droid working the bar to fetch them a drink, Cara stands beside Mando and Greef, “Just as in this situation, it was all avoidable. Why did Mandalore resist our expansion? The Empire improves every system it touches. Judge by any metric. Safety, prosperity, trade, opportunity, peace. Compare Imperial rule to what is happening now. Look outside. Is the world more peaceful since the revolution? I see nothing but death and chaos.” He goes off on a tangent before taking a sip of his drink Greef’s drink is still filled in front of him.

“I would like to see the baby.” He says and you all freeze looking at the pram knowing it was empty.

“Uh...It is asleep.” Greef says slowly and the man nods but still pushes,

“We all will be quiet. Open the pram.” He says and Greef slowly moves toward the pram to open, was it all going to be over so soon, the plan foiled? A trooper comes over whispering in the client’s ear and he nods before standing, “Don't think me to be rude. I must take this call.” He steps away towards the bar as the four of you are left to your devices with the troopers not paying attention.

“Give me the blaster,” Mando whispers and you see their arms move under the table.

“You get one shot,” Greef whispers as you look between them in front of you and who the client was contacting.

“This is bad. You said four.” Cara whisper shouts thinking about having to fight their way out of this.

“Well, there are more. What can I tell you?” Greef says back and you see the call come through to him

“Yes, Moff Gideon?” The client says and you can’t help but feel an uncertainty that covers the air.

“Have they brought the children?” A voice comes through the hologram and the unease continues to fill you more.

“Yes, they have. Currently, one of them is sleeping.” The client nods looking back at the still-closed pram.

“You may wanna check again.” He says and the unease that was weighing you down comes bursting through. Blaster bolts fire into the cantina window and you instantly dive back the table knocking over as Mando pulls you towards him his free hands instantly undoing your bindings and Cara slides you your blaster and knife. The rapid blaster fire comes to a halt and you peek around the corner seeing the client and troopers dead.

“Four stormtroopers?” Cara says pushing herself against a pillar, Greef on the other side beside the bar away from the window while Mando is further in with you beside him. “This is bad.”

“Kuiil? Are you back to the ship yet?” Mando pulls out his comm and there’s no response, “Are you there? Do you copy?”

“Yes!” Kuiil responds and you sigh in relief.

“Are you back to the ship yet?” Mando asks and Kuiil says not yet, “Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here.” Mando yells unaware of the conversation being intercepted by two scout troopers who race off into the plains.

“We're pinned down!” Greef says to you all as it’s quiet outside and you peek outside seeing a row of troopers in black armor and rows upon rows of regular troopers.

“Shit..” You mumble before the sound of a Tie-Fighter flies over the building and the loud sound of it landing before you hear footsteps that stop in front of the window.

“You have something I want.” A man’s voice shouts out as you all stand in the cantina.

“Who's this guy?” Cara says trying to get a better look at the guy, the uneasiness and weight were getting to you just feeling this man’s presence.

“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not.” He speaks up again and Mando yells back into the comm.

“Kuiil, are you back on the ship yet? They're onto us! Kuiil, come in!” Mando yells as nothing comes through on your end.

“In a few moments, they will be mine.” The man calls out.

“Kuiil! Do you copy? Kuiil!” Mando can’t ignore the fear in his chest, if they get the child and with how many enemies were out there they would get you as well.

“They mean more to me than you will ever know.”

You feel a tightness in your chest feeling the loss and feeling of failure…Kuiil.

“Kuiil! Are you there? Come in, Kuiil….Kuiil, come in. Do you copy? Kuiil? Kuiil!”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #clan of three series #the mandalorian #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #mando x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 2 months

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Hello :) can you do a request with modern Thomas again. They play just dance but since she was dumb at dancing in rythm she sing the lyric and Thomas is like « whoa that’s my girl » because he never hear her singing like that before. The music could be one republic. Please. And have a good day/night noon

Hope!!!!! This is literally the cutest idea thank you for requesting love youuuu

sorry if the middle pic is weird lol I just always see short hair in your pfps so I thought why not

Something I Need

Thomas x fem!reader

Notes: Modern AU, I don't think Something I Need is on Just Dance but it's my absolute fav one republic song I LOVE it so I had to use it, Minho is your bestie/no.1 enemy btw

Warnings: language/swearing

It's another late afternoon at Gally and Brenda's place, the light streaming through the window as the sun sinks down.

Most of the gang is slowly arriving for game night, Newt helping Brenda with food as Gally prepares the drinks, while Thomas lounges on the couch watching Ben and Winston fight over control of the music.

"No one wants Taylor Swift, bitch."

"She's good, you uncultured asshat. Give me the remote or I swear-"

The doorbell rings and Thomas rolls off the couch, snorting at his friends' antics.

"Alby!" he greets, the door swinging open to reveal his friend... holding eggs in his bare hands.

Alby rolls his eyes at Thomas' raised eyebrows. "Brenda wanted egg whites to put foam things in the drinks. I didn't want to crush them in my bag."

"Sure," says Thomas, amused.

"Hold the door!"

Thomas turns at your voice, grabbing the handle to stop the door from closing. His face breaks into a wide smile as he sees you.

"Hi," you say, grinning.

"Hey," he responds, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "It's good to see you."

You giggle, blushing. "Yeah, you too."

"Goddammit," says Minho, behind you in the doorway. "You two are sickening."

You and Thomas had only started dating about a week ago, so you're very much still in the honeymoon phase, much to your friends' discomfort.

"Alright!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "What's going on here, everyone looks bored as hell."

"They were waiting for the fun people to show up," says Minho with a smirk.

You walk in down the hallway, saying hi to Brenda and dropping the groceries she'd asked for on the counter.

"If you're so fun, what should we do?" asks Winston.

Minho exchanges a look with you, and grins. "Just Dance," he says.

"Seriously?" huffs Winston.

"Hell yes," you jump in. "I'm gonna beat you this time, Minho."

"Just Dance is lame," groans Ben, from his upside down position on the couch.

"Only cause you suck at it," you fire back. You turn to the rest of the group. "Who's playing?"

"I'm in," says Thomas, followed by Newt and Teresa.

"Who's up first?" asks Minho, scrolling through the songlist.

Teresa jumps in, taking the controller you pass to her.

Minho selects the song, and grabs the second controller for himself. "It's a 3-person dance, you want in Tommy-boy?" he waves the control in Thomas' direction.

"You're on," says Thomas.

You and Newt pile onto the couch to watch beside Ben and Winston, with Alby standing beside you.

Your eyes stay on Thomas and his dancing; awkward and not quite aligning with the character on the screen that he's meant to be matching, but so free and joyful, laughing at Minho and Teresa, and himself too. So cute.

Newt leans over and whispers in your ear. "So we agree Tommy's got no dance skills whatsoever?"

Your eyes are still caught on Thomas, as he turns to smile at you mid-dance. You let out a cheer and clap over-enthusiastically, and he laughs at your support.

"Yeah, he can't dance," you reply fondly.

"I bet you think this is the cutest thing in the world," mutters Newt, raising his brows at you.

You snort. "Yeah, I really do," you say honestly.

The song ends with Thomas almost but not quite beating out Teresa, and Minho with a score so high it's not even funny.

You cheer along with the others, as Thomas and Teresa turn to the couch to swap players. When he gets close enough, you slip a hand behind his neck to bring him closer, and pull him into a long kiss, taking the controller from his hand at the same time.

Everyone collectively groans immediately, but you just pull back and grin. "That was for good luck. Thanks, Tommy."

"Anytime," says Thomas, with a matching grin.

You turn to Newt, who's covering his eyes dramatically, and you yank him up by the arm. "Get up here with me, you're doing this."

Minho holds up his controller. "Who wants to swap-"

"Nope, you're playing another," you cut him off, shooting him a competitive glare.

Minho smirks. "This'll be easy."

"Just pick a song, losers," calls Newt, shaking his head, as if he isn't equally competitive once you start playing.

"One Republic!" you say excitedly, and Minho selects Something I Need from the menu.

The song starts softly, making it easier to keep up with the smooth, slower dance moves. But then the beat kicks in.

"Shit!" you yell, laughing. "Why's it so hard?"

The characters do a twirl on the screen, and Newt trips, cursing loudly.

You start mumbling the lyrics to yourself, to try to keep in time. Then the chorus hits, and you decide screw it.

"You've got something I need", you sing loudly, punching each dance move out to the beat.

You grin to yourself, belting the song and watching your score go up.

Thomas watches from behind you, cheering loudly. She's so damn good.

"Hey, Y/n can sing!" says Teresa, letting out a cheer as you clap your hands on the beat, the game showing an 'awesome!' over your name.

Thomas has never heard you sing like this; it's adorable, and surprisingly really good since you're dancing at the same time.

"Is she gonna beat Minho?" Thomas hears Ben ask incredulously.

That's my girl, thinks Thomas.

The song reaches the end, and you turn to your audience at the last line. "If we only live once, I want to live with you." You wink at Thomas and shoot him a wide smile with cheesy finger guns.

Your friends start yelling as the game counts up your scores, the shouts becoming deafening as your bar overtakes Minho's.

"She's done it! She's taken him down!" cackles Ben, who for all his 'Just Dance is lame' has gotten surprisingly into the game.

Minho falls dramatically, gesturing his arms towards you with a flourish. "The true champion. Here, take my crown." He lifts an invisible crown off his head and places it on yours.

"Yes, thank you very much," you say, giving your best attempt at a curtsey.

You and Minho pass your controllers to the next players, Newt insisting on another try.

"You killed it," says Thomas, grinning at you as you join him beside the couch, standing to watch.

"It was the luck you gave me before the game," you joke, leaning into Thomas.

He shakes his head, laughing. "I like your voice, by the way."

"You do? Thank you," you say.

You both laugh as Frypan hops in the wrong direction, knocking into Winston who shouts in protest.

"Hey, Y/n." You look up at Thomas. "You know, you are something I need."

"I-" you can feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and you shove him lightly. "So lame," you groan.

Thomas laughs, and pulls you back in, looping an arm around your waist.

"...I need you too, Thomas."

He smiles, and drops a kiss on your head.

"Oh my god- Winston, are you okay?"

This was so fun to write lolll

Sorry for how long it took, but thank you so much for requesting @hope92100 ❤❤❤

#the maze runner #tmr thomas #thomas x reader #thomas x you #tmr thomas x reader #my writing

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foullegussy · 9 months

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I am making this post because Fontaine Archon Quest made me go down the theory rabbit hole and I need other people to agree with me that I'm not crazy.

Of course this post will have SPOLERS about the Archon Quest and some minor one about world quests, but I'll try to stay vague about them so everyone can still read this.

First thing off, fontaine is super related to Abyss stuff:

So far we have:

Childe actually finally dropping the things from his character story, giving us some weird Abyss fact that doesn't seem to be important yet (but i bet will become later on);

the whole Primordial Sea thing. I don't know if you saw that, but during the Archon Quest (in Marcel's underwater hideout) if you use elemental sight on the water it's black, just straight up black.

NOTHING has ever been black before, so that to me just screams ABYSS.

Also, it was flowing upwards, as in, in reverse, which reminds me of the reverse statue, the reverse city in the chasm, and all of that stuff. Then it would also make sense for it to "reverse" the life it created, dissolving people.

the world quests in Fontaine being very Abyss related, as well as the constant mention all over fontaine of the name Jakob Ingold, the one who allegedly first discovered the effects the water from Primordial Sea had on people (this is said during the Archon Quest).

So far, in every Archon Quest we've had the Fatui as main villains (except in Mondstadt, but then Signora kinda stole the spotlight, so we all forgot about the Abyss Mages), and the Abyss Order stuff has progressed independently with Dain, but I think they're trying to reintroduce the topic in the main quest this time.

One of my main theories is that the Tsaritsa is at least somewhat right in whatever her objective is (even if her Harbingers are deranged psychopaths), so when we'll eventually get to Snezhnaya it's gonna be some huge mess, but we're gonna get the key to piece together some facts that they've throwing at us since the beginning with no context, and find some common ground (Are she or Pierro still gonna be bosses we'll have to fight? Maybe. Will the common ground be fighting Celestia or maybe saving it from the Abyss that is, maybe, taking over? Also Maybe. I have some speculations, but no proof whatsoever. Just vibes)

The reason I think that the Tsaritsa is not our enemy and doesn't want the Gnosis to, I don't know, take over the world or some shit, is because then why are all the Archons so chill about giving their Gnosis away?

Many say that, well, Signora attacked Venti in Mondstadt, that means Venti didn't want to give his Gnosis to the Fatui, otherwise why would she have done that?

And maybe that's even true, but

why isn't Venti more worried about it, then?

after knowing Signora's backstory, she probably did it because of a personal grudge, ngl

Also, with every other archon it went very peacefully, especially with Zhongli. Zhongli who literally gave it away like it was nothing: if he truly cared about it he would have found another way to get his retirement, the Fatui weren't the only ones he could ask for help, but since he was already giving it away he probably thought he should get something out of it.

Ei too (and while she isn't technically one of the original Seven she has always been there as Makoto's twin, so she's still old enough to remember the Archon War), she literally didn't even have it on her and wasn't worried at all when Miko just straight up gave it away.

Even Nahida gave two of them away, the only thing that was holding her back was not the fact that she needed them, or what the Tsaritsa wanted with them, just the fact that one had just been used by Dottore to create a god to replace her, so she didn't exactly want to give him two of them.

So far all the gods we've met are: either old enough to know some stuff or the literal god of wisdom, who still knows some stuff thanks to Irminsul.

None of them seem too worried about the Tsaritsa's plan. (even mf Zhongli that literally signed and NDA is just chilling) (like, i know you know what the Tsaritsa is doing, and you're a really good guy who literally wants nothing more than his people to be safe, so if you're not stopping her i can't really think of her as a bad guy)

I made this long ass premise to say that when Lyney says that Arlecchino yes, wants the Gnosis, but also wants to save Fontaine, I-

like-

I think that could actually be true.

Or at least I don't think they're the ones behind all of the stuff that is going in in there (realistically speaking, we don't know if Arlecchino actually cares about Fontaine. I don't think she has plans about its downfall, but maybe she just doesn't give a fuck, whether they all drown or not), I think it either directly the Abyss Order, or just a consequences of abyssal energy on the land and water.

(also there's like, three Fatui tents in the entire map and from where they're placed it could actually be them just investigating what the fuck it's going on with the Abyss. I have 100% exploration, so i know i haven't missed any,,)

(from the official Interactive Map)

The Abyss being responsible might explain a bunch of stuff, like Childe being judged by the Oratrice guilty even when he's not.

Let's put some stuff together: Childe says that, while in the Abyss, he awakened "something", and that he still carries traces of that "something" inside of him.

The Oratrice is a divine mechanism, as such it is powered by divine energy.

In Fontaine we are introduced to Pneuma and Ousia.

Each of them is what could be called and "Archè", which (if memories of greek philosophy in high school don't betray me) means something like "original substance", something from which everything else originates (like Heraclitus thought it was fire, Thales thought it was water. I should go back to read it, i might find something there huh).

For Pneuma (the light one) this is easy to understand: after all we know that combined, the seven elements make the Light element, but that is just because the seven elements are actually the spectrum of the Light element broken down, and it is said that the Dragons lived in a realm made of Light. So Pneuma (which means something about life and stuff) is Light, and it is the original substance from which the seven elements derive.

One thing we know about Pneuma and Ousia is that they are opposites, they are both energy sources, and when interacting they annihilate each other, but also become more stable than when on their own.

Allegedly, this is probably also what Khaenri'ahn machines were powered on (because when the Ruin Serpent charges up he does that AoE attack where he shoot these yellow and purple blocks, which reminds me of Pneuma and Ousia; added to the fact that we know the Research Institute of Fontaine has been studying Dhari machines, this is probably some kind of confirmation).

Ousia literally means something about substance and matter (so on one hand you've got the "divine mind generating life" on the other you've got the matter, which remind me of the whole Descartes's res cogitans and res extensa, but whatever, another thing to look up again i guess).

If we're working on the whole "opposite to Pneuma" thing (so opposite to Light and elemental energy), then all that comes to mind is the Abyss (also referred to as the Void Realm).

This would tie back to Khaenri'ah and the fact that everything that everything that the Abyss touches gets the Mussolini treatment (this is a joke that literally only italians understand, sorry. Basically: it gets hanged upside down. down with the fascism boys)(i need to stop, sorry, i'm just in a silly goofy mood).

So divine things come from the Pneuma archè, that of Light: the Dragons, after them is the Primordial One, Celestia (Paimon??? The Travelers??? you know, the whole battle pass cutscene is hella sus).

The Abyss is a completely different archè: it exists outside of Teyvat and therefore has different laws (time is different there, we know from Childe's backstory), has taken on many different forms (oozing filth in the chasm, forbidden knowledge, etc) because its purest one is incompatible with the other realms.

(Do the Celestial Nails, placed in areas of high abyssal energy, contain enough divine power to generate an annihilation reaction, leading to funky but stable ley line disorders? Ice from Dragonspine doesn't melt, but doesn't spread either. Same for Tsurumi Island, the Eternal Oasis, and the Chasm)

Logically, there can only be one "original substance from which everything is generated", and the Abyss's presence on Teyvat is unnatural (the Abyss is, after all, a completely different world, it was Nibelung who sought out its power and opened the connection), so conflict is inevitable and again with the greek philosophy (still Heraclitus i believe, but i could be wrong): it is the conflict between opposites that generates things (such as energy).

(The first human civilization in Teyvat, the one that saw the conflict between the Primordial One and the Second Who Came, is based on ancient Greece. DO WE THINK IT'S A COINCIDENCE???)

Abyssal and elemental energy being opposites also explains why elemental creatures are so vulnerable against abyssal energy, why gods defeated in the Archon War escaped to die in the "dark sea" outside of Teyvat, and the annihilation that leads to stabilization probably explains why some abyssal creatures can wield elemental energy (Abyssal creatures that we know where humans at first).

If the waters in Fontaine got contaminated when the Cataclysm happened (and previous Hydro Archon died), then oceanids, elemental creatures, would suffer quite a lot and escape from Fontaine and MAYBE even get a little bit corrupted as well.

After all, the oceanid lady in the bottle event was extremely chill and lovely, while Rhodeia is as pleasant as hugging a cactus: is it just different personality or something similar to what happened with Apep (when she became a lot more angry after absorbing Forbidden Knowledge)? Doesn't Rhodeia also mention something about the waters in Qingce once being polluted as well (you know, right where the Chi was sealed? The Chi we know has something to do with abyssal energy from Baizhu's story quest)?

Just throwing these out there, it's very cool to realize how connected the Genshin world really is.

Going back to the Oratrice, a divine mechanism, who, maybe, sensed the Abyss in Childe and either

had a funky reaction

somehow knew the influence of the Abyss on Primordial Sea water (which after the world quests I can imagine how it could have happened), saw Childe's abyss-iness (abyssussy??? abussy??? amogus???) and went "Ah! Gotcha bitch"

the Jakob Ingold thing (because Childe is basically a herald at this point, mf can switch forms like my boy Enjou did back in Enkanomiya, god I miss him).

What would the abyss order have to gain by flooding Fontaine? Yeah, play the world quests. My boy Elynas is taking a nap bro (he chill tho so it's fine)

AND THAT'S MY PREDICTIONS. I guess. I might make more?? eventually??

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neonbrutalism · 11 months

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Would it be weird to want to read a small drabble of Miguel, who in the middle of training Miles, gets hit in the face by a drone? Cuz if it happened to Peter, and it happened to Miles, who's to say Miguel should be spared of that fate?

Miles is pretty sure the drone is buzzing them.

He gets it. He's the cool, new Spider-Man! The people of Brooklyn want to know more about him. See his tricks, his Js, his whole New Spider Thing. They want to know the ins and outs and ... probably maybe want to see if he's gonna die horribly like the last Spider-Man and catch it on video this time. It's like they didn't realize New York's heroes were human under their masks and now that they do, they have some kind of death pool going. Miles just wishes they'd go put their bets on Daredevil instead of on him.

Miguel is kind of aggro about the whole thing. The first drone that creeps on them, he just glares at for a minute before shooting it out of the sky.

The internet is covered in pictures the next day of "DEATH MASK SPIDER-MAN WEBS DRONE" and resulted in about eight bazillion thirsty comments about Tall, Dark and Clenched. Miles takes a lot of joy in reading a few of them out loud to an increasingly embarrassed Miguel the next day - until Miguel snatches his phone and tries to toss it into the river. Followed shortly by trying to toss Miles into the river.

The drone novelty wears off pretty fast after a web Miles is swinging from gets chopped by a drone blade for the third time that week, leaving him plummeting to the streets before he catches himself. Eventually, he grabs a drone and tells it directly, into the camera, to knock it the fuck off.

That doesn't help. If anything, it makes things worse. Now, he's getting buzzed every day - and sometimes, if Miguel's there, by multiple drones at once. He's pretty sure three of them see him mistime a swing and see hm wipe out on the roof and hit a pigeon coop.

They're turning a sharp corner when one of the drones comes in too low - Miles spider-sense lets him down and he only notices it when it's about 6 inches from his face and coming at him full speed.

But it's gone before he can so much as blink. There's a vicious crunch of metal and concrete and when Miles lands and looks around, Miguel's grabbed on to the corner of a building, mask half-pulled up and the drone crushed between his fangs. The plastic is sizzling a little from the venom dripping on to it.

"Woah," says Miles as he lands next to his weird ass mentor.

Miguel unclenches his jaw and drops the drone to the sidewalk, where it shatters further. He looks vaguely disgusted at the taste in his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that," he says, unamused.

"Teeth first, huh?" says Miles, lightly.

Miguel says nothing and spits out a shard of plastic before pulling his mask back down, grumbles something under his breath and leaps up to the roof. Miles follows him, snickering.

When they get back to Miles' home later that night, his dad is waiting for them on the roof and looking both amused and unimpressed.

He wordlessly turns his tablet to the Daily Bugle's website.

DEATH'S HEAD SPIDER-MAN DESTROYS PRIVATE PROPERTY IN VICIOUS, UNPROVOKED ATTACK!

With a still shot of what is ... definitely the inside of Miguel's mouth, right as the fangs crack down on the drone's camera.

"... You know, you can just call the police when you boys see a drone. They're illegal in the city," his dad says.

"I'll ... keep that in mind," Miguel says, not meeting Miles's dad's eye OR looking at the tablet.

His dad turns back the tablet and scrolls down, "Ladies seem to be digging the fangs, though."

"I have to go."

"Girls these days love the vampire look."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Morales," Miguel says as the portal back to Earth 928 opens.

"Hey, the Daily Bugle hates you and all the women love you, you're really part of the Old New York now!" says Miles.

"I'm gonna let that thing hit you next time," Miguel grumbles as he steps into the portal and vanishes.

"... At least he took the attention off of somebody else's Roof Top Poop Coop Fail," his dad says, "But there's a compilation of it. Three angles. Great cinematography."

Miles sighs. He should have let the drone hit him. At least then he might be getting some sympathy.

#i have never written a prompt in an ask before so thank you for this #Miles Morales #Miguel O'Hara #Fanfiction #Mostly Intact #Alternate Universe #across the spider-verse

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Tori Himemiya 4☆ Feature Scout 2

Title: Lured in by a Flowery Scent

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Winter

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

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Tori: Hm? Sniff, sniff… Something smells really good.

Smells like flowers… and fruits? Or not? I wonder what that is. Looks like it's coming from the kitchen?

I'm really curious, so I guess I'll check it out ♪

[ Scene change: Dormitory Kitchen ]

Tsukasa: *inhales*... Marvelous! Ah, what a wonderful aroma this is! It is such an adequate accompaniment for this glorious afternoon reprieve ♪

Tori: Ugh… I just got lured by a pleasant scent and suddenly I see someone who's the exact opposite of pleasant.

Your idol aura was so nonexistent that for a sec I thought you were a commoner who slipped in the dorms. I was just about to make a call and report you~

Tsukasa: Oh, my? It seems like I can hear Tori-kun's horrid voice from somewhere, but I can't seem to see him.

Well, I suppose it's only natural I cannot see someone who is hardly taller than a single pea!

Tori: Mugyiiiiiiiii!

Tsukasa: Guaaaaaaah!

Tsukasa: —Hmph. In any case, could you not get in the way of my valuable tea time? I'm quite sure my precious tea would become unpalatable should you stay here.

Tori: Tea? Is that what smelled so good from earlier? It smelled like flowers and fruits. It's really fragrant.

Tsukasa: That's right. I got my hands on some rare cherry blossom-flavored tea, so I am having quite a good time with it.

Tori: Cherry blossom-flavored tea? Uh huh… Hmm…?

Tsukasa: …Oho? Oho, oho? Is that perhaps a pleading look on your face? Is your mind filled with the need to have a sip as well?

Tori: N-Not really! I was just thinking how it was kind of different, that's all!

Tsukasa: Is that so? Ah, ah~ How blessed am I to have a taste of this delicious tea! Ah, how delightful…♪Fufun~

Though if someone is willing to put their puny little head on the ground and beg, I guess I wouldn't mind sharing some of it.

Tori: Mugyiiiiiiiiii! As if anyone would willingly bow their head to you! In your dreams!

If anything, I pity that cherry blossom tea in your cup. I bet that all it wants is to be enjoyed by a real, fine noble but it just ended up within the hands of a fake one like you~

Tsukasa: Guaaaaaah!? You really do run your mouth so carelessly, don't you?! Suit yourself. You will not be getting a single drop from me!

Kohaku: Hey, sonny boy. I've been hearin' ya since earlier. Give it a break already. I didn't give ya those tea leaves for ya to be so mean.

Tsukasa: Oukawa! I-I wasn't really… Rather, it is Tori-kun's fault for provoking me!

Kohaku: I don't wanna hear your excuses. If ya can't sit down and just enjoy it with people around ya, I'm gonna take that tea right back.

Tsukasa: Uuuu…

T-Tori-kun! We get along just fine, don't we?! A-Aren't we about to have a nice cup of tea together?!

Tori: Haa?!

…I mean, yeah. It's just as you said, Tsukasa~ After all, we're good, good friends~ ♪

Tsukasa and Tori: Fufufufufufu… ♪

Kohaku: That's the spirit. Look at ya two go ♪

[ Scene change: Yumenosaki Garden ]

Tori: Ehehe~ Yesterday was just sooooo annoying, but because I was so mature and sat through it, I've gotten some of those special cherry blossom tea leaves~ ♪

(Since Eichi-sama and Ritsu-senpai have already graduated, Hajime is now all alone doing Tea Club activities. I'm gonna go deliver these leaves to him as a souvenir and check up on him~)

(Aren't I so nice thinking about my friend like this~?)

Hajime, off screen: —I've made this blend for today ♪

Tori: Hm…?

(It sounds like Hajime is talking to someone… That's weird. I thought he was the only one left in the Tea Club. I wonder if someone paid him a visit?)

(If that's so, then it's not good if I end up disturbing them. I'll just take a quick look. If he does have a guest, I'll just come back tomorrow.)

[ Scene change: Garden space ]

Hajime: Thank you for your patience, Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan~ ♪

Tori: Uwawawawa!? Hajime, what on earth are you doing?

Hajime: Huh, Tori-kun?

Tori: What's up with those life-size standees of Eichi-sama and Ritsu-senpai!? You're really scaring me with how you're just cheerfully talking to them, you know?!

Hajime: Oh, these ones?

Well, I'm used to always having Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan around, so whenever they're not here, I just can't seem to get in the mood at all…

So I had these made through a special order! Ehehe~ ♪

Tori: "Ehehe", you say…

Ah, but these look pretty well-made. How nice~ Maybe I should put one of Eichi-sama in the Student Council room too?

Hajime: If you like, Tori-kun, the Tea Club can always lend him to you.

By the way, what made you come here, Tori-kun?

Tori: Ah, that's right! I was so in shock that I forgot!

I got some rare tea leaves from Tsukasa yesterday~ Wanna have some tea together?

Hajime: Oh, is that so? I'll be happy to have tea with you~ ♪ I'll have it ready in a jiffy, so please give me a moment~

[ A few moments after ]

Tori and Hajime: *sighs happily* …….♪

Hajime: This is really fragrant~ There are a lot of other cherry blossomed-flavored teas out there, but this is surely the best one I've had to date.

Tori: I'm sooooo happy you like it, Hajime!

Mitsuru: Sniff, sniff… Hiiro-chan, it looks like the scent came from here— Huh, Hajime-chan and Hime-chan?

Hajime: Mitsuru-kun and Hiiro-kun? It seems that there are so many visitors today. Is there anything I can do for you?

Hiiro: Umu! Mitsuru-kun and I were wondering why there's a nectar-like scent wafting round and about, so we looked around together to find out!

Hajime: Nectar… Oh, maybe it's this cherry blossom tea that Tori-kun brought?

Mitsuru: Sniff, sniff… Yup, this is it! Smells soooo good!

Tori: If you guys are curious, why not come here and try it?

Mitsuru: Eh, is it really okay?! I reaaaally wanna try it now~!

Hiiro: If you two don't mind, then I'd like to try it too.

Hajime: Of course, we don't mind at all. I'll go pour you your own cups~

Fufu. If it's this lively in here, then Tea Club activities wouldn't be so lonely anymore~ ♪

Tori: If you're lonely, you know that you can always call for me, right? I'll bring you tea like this again~ And I'm sure other guys who are also free around then won't mind joining us.

Cherry blossoms may symbolize parting ways, but they can also mean new encounters!

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Translation: Sophie

Proofreading: Quin

TL notes:

You might be wondering why Tori has mentioned about Ritsu graduating despite them still wearing their blue neckties (2nd year). There is no confirmation if the same applies to Yumenosaki, but graduations in Japan usually happens in March while the next school year starts in April. This story most likely happened between these two periods! (Thank you Quin for pointing this out!)

This isn't the first time that Hajime has been caught interacting with life-sized standees of his senpais. See this 4-koma.

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #enstars #enstars translation #tori himemiya #tsukasa suou #kohaku oukawa #hajime shino #hiiro amagi #mitsuru tenma

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