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HEART TO HEART — FINNICK ODAIR x FEM!READER

Synopsis — It's hard to get your life back on track when the Capitol has gotten inside your head but Finnick is there to help you. You were enjoying a party in District 13 when you discovered something that triggered you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ And I break down, then he's pulling me in. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Finnick looked at Katniss and considered himself a lucky man.

Although both of them had managed to get back the loves of their lives, their situations now were quite different from what they were used to. Finnick now looked at Peeta and realized how the Capitol had completely destroyed the friend he made in the games, making him incapable of telling the difference between what was real and what the Capitol put in his head. Finnick saw the sadness grow in Katniss' eyes as she and Peeta couldn't spend more than five minutes together without him wanting to jump on her neck.

You, on the other hand, had your moments of lucidity.

Finnick considered himself lucky for being able to enjoy the person you were before the Capitol took you, but the longer those moments lasted, the worse your breakdowns were.

Even though he considered himself luckier than Katniss, it wasn't being easy for him either. He hated to see you fighting the medical team from District 13 while they were trying to inject you with a sedative and the way he had to hold you so they could do it. He hated to see you with your hands and legs tied to the bed as you tried to free yourself from the straps that held you to the mattress. He hated to see your eyes red with rage, the way you flinched when someone made an unexpected move next to you, and how you could not help but be alert to everything that was going on around you.

But Finnick also appreciated when he saw you smile, or talking to someone who wasn't him, or seeing that you had changed your clothes that day or enjoying your meal in the dining room. The way your eyelashes fluttered when he spoke to you like he was the most magnificent thing you had ever seen, how you were always looking to have some sort of physical contact with him whether it was sitting too close at the table or something more subtle like seeking for his hand in the crowd as you listened to the words that Alma Coin pronounced.

The Capitol caused irreparable damage but they had not been able to take everything from you.

―Let's give a huge round of applause to Sarah and Mike from District 11!

The two siblings had been singing since dinner was over along with their band. The lights in the dining room were dimmer, not the cold white ones that gave you a headache every time you went inside. They had set up a small stage and some decorations on the ceiling. Alma Coin knew that Christmas was close and wanted to do something special to raise people's spirits, and it seemed to be working because after dinner, people had stayed to listen to the siblings sing, and some had even encouraged to go out and dance.

―We still have time for a couple more songs, any requests? ―The boy spoke into the microphone, looking at the audience.

It was your hand that rose.

Finnick and Katniss who were sitting at the table with you looked at each other. You got up from the table and walked to the stage, well, you didn't feel your feet moving on the floor, it was more like you were floating. You were enjoying the little concert so much that you had managed to remember all the lyrics of the songs that they had performed when just a few days ago you couldn't even remember your name, your feet moved under the table following the rhythm of the instruments and you even hummed some of the words.

Both siblings approached the edge of the stage and bent down to listen to the title of the song you were asking for. They looked at each other, satisfied, and more than approving your request. You went back to your seat at the table, happy, and before Katniss and Finnick could ask about the song, the little girl called your name through the microphone.

―Why don't you come and sing with us? ―She asked you in her sweet voice. All the people in the dining room were waiting for your answer, some you knew were encouraging you to come up like Haymitch and Effie, and others you knew were judging you just by the way their eyes were on you like Gale, but you didn't care because since your return you had never wanted anything so much as to get on that stage with those two kids.

Finnick held your hand, his eyebrows drawn together. ―Are you sure?

You nodded and showed him a little smile, reassuring him.

They welcomed you with smiles and sweet gestures to show you where to stand. They had placed a microphone in the middle of the two siblings for you.

―May I? ―You asked for the guitar the young girl was holding. She showed you a smile and gave it to you. The guitar felt out of place in your hands, as if it was a stranger and it was the first time you were meeting each other. That was not the truth, the truth was that you had been playing the guitar for as long as you could remember. You liked to play it for the children at District 4 while they sat around the campfire in the sand accompanied by Finnick and they sang with you. But now it all seemed so far away and the instrument felt odd in between your fingers.

You coughed to clear your throat without realizing that you did it right into the microphone. Finnick smiled at how innocent that had been and you smiled embarrassed. ―Sorry.

The two siblings from District 11 were looking at you with their big eyes and with smiles of comfort on their faces, waiting for you to start singing but all those people staring at you was all you could think about. You couldn't remember how the lyrics started.

Finnick nodded at you from the audience.

Can't take my past Can't take my history

The little girl sang for you. There was a friendly expression on her face. Her eyebrows were raised as she was singing the beginning of the song and she nodded as she looked at you, trusting that you knew the words and helping you with her kind gesture to find them.

You could take my pa But his name's a mystery

Her brother continued singing. A similar expression was on his face. Apart from your friends and Finnick, you had trouble finding people who trusted you in District 13. You didn't blame them because even you found it hard to trust yourself.

Nothing you can take from me Was ever worth keeping Nothing you can take Was ever worth keeping

Your voice didn't sound as you expected, it was still the same sweet voice as always. You expected to have completely destroyed it after all the screaming you did at the Capitol, but no, your voice was still there, just as Finnick remembered it. He was trying very hard not to burst into tears because he knew you were watching him.

The band played the song perfectly on their instruments while you tried to follow them on the guitar and more people listening to the lively rhythm of the song came out and danced in the center of the dining room.

Can't take my charm Can't take my humor You can't take my wealth 'Cause it's just a rumor Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping

Those lines you were singing meant so much, it was like pulling the middle finger to the Capitol. He had never seen you so happy since before the Quarter Quell. There was a smile on your lips while you sang, your body moved to the rhythm of the son, your hands moved skilfully on the guitar, and the boy and the girl from District 11 danced on the stage around you.

―Come on. ―Katniss stood and Finnick looked up at her with his green eyes glassy thanks to the tears.

―Come on where? ―Finnick asked.

―We're gonna dance.

Katniss took his hands and dragged him to the dance floor.

Thinking you're so fine, thinking you can have mine Thinking you're in control Thinking you'll change me, maybe rearrange me Think again, if that's your goal

You laughed into the microphone watching them and you handed the little girl her guitar back. You came down from the stage to join them. Katniss stepped back when she saw you coming and you followed Finnick's movements. He had always been a very good dancer so you let him lead you. You twirled around, laughing, until you were so dizzy that you had to wrap your arms around Finnick's neck, your fingers digging into his hair while his arms went around your waist.

―You were amazing. ―He told you, speaking a little louder so that you could hear him over the music. You hugged him again.

―I love you so much.

Finnick cupped both of your cheeks and kissed you. ―I love you too. ―He said before the group of little girls pulled you by the arm so you'd dance with them.

He kept dancing or something like that with Katniss but with his eyes fixed on you. The girls were being so nice; two of them held your hands while the other two were dancing on their own. Their hairs were tied up in braids and they even asked you if they could braid yours later.

But all of a sudden, you let go of their hands and took a few steps backward, bumping into the people dancing. The girls looked at you worried, had they done something wrong? ―No, no, no. ―You mumbled to yourself.

Finnick stopped and approached you quickly, pushing people out of his way when he saw the change in your mood. He took your face in between his hands, looking for your eyes but they were focused on something that wasn't him. You pushed him once his hands cupped your cheeks, only making eye contact with him for a few seconds and then going back to focus on something else.

When Finnick decided to follow your gaze, he felt a wave of heat form in his lower body and rise to his head. Cressida was behind Castor, directing how the shots of you dancing with the girls should look like. By that time you already left the room.

You tried to record a propo a few days after your arrival in District 13. Heavensbee, but especially Coin, were very insistent that you should do it. They said that your rescue and your dedication to the revolution would bring hope to the people resisting in the districts. You weren't too sure about it, much less Finnick and Katniss, who could see how bad was your state to be exposed to something like that.

You were still in a daze, confused with everything that was going on, and very weak physically when you stood in front of the camera in the ruins of District 13 covered with white roses. The smell of the flowers made you fall to your knees in the debris before Finnick could catch you and throw up everything you had eaten since you were taken out of the Capitol.

―I'm okay, I can do this. ―You said, wiping your mouth with the cuff of your uniform, but it was not true and you found out that when you got in front of the camera. Castor pointed the lens at you while Cressida repeated behind him what you were supposed to say. The spotlights were on you and also were the eyes of the president herself, who had come to the surface to see you film the propo, and suddenly you were back at the Capitol, sitting in front of Caesar Flickerman, drugged to the point where you could not remember your name just the words they'd been repeating for you to say during the interview. Your outfit was tight, your face was covered with powder and make-up so that the bruises would not be visible.

―Don't make me regret rescuing you. ―Alma Coin said to you with a smile on her face before the propo. Something similar to what he told you when the Capitol took you out of the arena.

―Don't make me regret not killing you.

After that day, only one type of images of you was broadcast for the rest of the districts to see and they were of you living your life in District 13, recording you when you didn't notice and taking advantage of the moments when you were doing well to show it to the rest of the nation and obviously, without your consent.

Finnick was not happy with that decision and he made sure to make it clear at the meeting at which it was discussed, shouting, running his hands over his face, offering himself to do all the propos they wanted. He was desperate to get them to let you recover in peace.

Katniss agreed with Finnick. She did not like the idea of turning you into a product to fool people into thinking that everything was fine, much less without having your approval. Haymitch and Effie were silent but neither did they agree with what Alma Coin wanted to do with you and Beetee suggested other options but nothing was as valuable to Alma as your image.

The only ones who openly agreed with Heavensbee and Coin were Cressida and Gale. She said that it would be good for the spirit of rebellion and that they would do it so discreetly that you would never know. On the other hand, it seemed like Gale had a lot to say even though he didn't know you at all, and because of that, he ended up in the infirmary that afternoon after he replied to Finnick's complaints by saying:

―There are times when we have to do things we don't want to do, you should know that better than anyone else.

And Finnick couldn't help himself and get up from his seat and before Gale could finish speaking Finnick's fist was already against his cheekbone. That same hand with which Finnick hit Katniss' friend was now smacking Castor's camera into the floor, a gasp could be heard from the people who had stopped dancing to see what was happening. Finnick pointed at Cressida with his index finger, threateningly.

―I warned you to keep that shit away from her.

Katniss was fast to intervene, stepping in between Finnick and the woman. She looked at Cressida with pure rage but knew she couldn't do anything with all those people watching ―Go find her.

Finnick approached the girls you had been dancing with. He knelt by their side. ―Did you see where she went? ―He asked kindly to them, perfectly hiding his nervousness. One of them pointed at one of the doors and he immediately knew where you were. He flashed a smiled to her as a thank you.

―Have we done something wrong? ―She played with her hands.

―No, she was having lots of fun with you. ―Finnick caressed the hair at the top of the little girl's head and stood on his feet.

―When you find her, please tell her we still want to braid her hair.

You were sitting on the floor, holding your legs close to your chest. You had already hidden in that place several times before. It was Katniss who found the first time because it was the same place where she would hide right after she was rescued.

You moved back and forth, mumbling words that Finnick could not decipher, and with your head down, your forehead resting on your arms. When you heard Finnick's footsteps getting closer, you tried to escape him, crawling backward and watching as he quickly approached so that you couldn't get too far away. He fell to his knees in front of you, grabbing your cheeks again to make you look at him.

―It's me. It's Finnick.

You analysed his face, your eyes moving fast across his face looking for any friendly features on that face but all you could see was the face of a traitor. Your lips trembled as they continued to mumble I don't think I can forgive him for what he's doing, Caesar. I didn't know Finnick Odair was like that, I didn't know he would join the rebellion. What you do in the games is one thing but what you do outside the arena is what defines you.

―You're safe. We're in District 13, you're not there anymore.

You're right, Caesar. He has tricked me into thinking he was someone he is not. I thank president Snow everyday for helping me realize.

―You're from District 4. We live together. Our house is near to the beach. You won the 72th Hunger Games. We went back to the arena for the Quarter Quell. The Capitol took you. I'm Finnick Odair. I was your mentor along with Max.

If he were watching this I would tell him to think for himself. It's not too late to start doing things right and stop this war, and if he is unrepentant and this has always been his true self, Caesar, I think I may have never lov...

―You're here with us and we will protect you. Katniss is here at District 13 and so are Johanna and Peeta.

...I think I may have never lo...

―You're okay, baby.

...I may have never...

You hugged Finnick tightly against you, your eyes wide open and your hands shaking from the strength you were putting into holding him to be able to feel he was real. ―I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm losing my mind. ―You cried.

Finnick shook his head while he held you almost as strongly as you held him. He kept whispering sweet words until he felt how your body began to relax. Finnick carefully pulled you away from him so he could use his thumbs to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks. ―It's fine, I'm here with you. It's not your fault, they've done horrible things to you but you're with me now, you're safe. They will have to go over my dead body to get their hands on you again.

He helped you to move so that you were sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his chest and his arms around your body. When some time passed and you calmed down, he could see it in the way your body had stopped shaking and also because you had stopped sobbing a while ago but you didn't want to separate from him, Finnick decided to try to cheer you up.

―Do you know who told me where you went?

You shook your head, really curious.

―Those new friends you made on the dance floor.

You pressed your lips into a smile, you were having so much fun with those little girls...―They were so cute, I must have scared them.

Finnick shook his head and kissed your temple. ―Not at all. They told me they'll wait for you. They said they wanted to braid your hair.

Now you really smiled, snuggling into his chest.

―Do you want me to take you to our room?

You shook your head, making yourself comfortable in Finnick's lap. It was not the most comfortable or welcoming place to be but he didn't want to rush you to leave. He was aware that they would be looking for you two, they would take you away from him and lock you in a room next to Peeta's, thinking that you were a menace and putting you in a place where the screams of the boy next door would drive you crazy.

―We can stay here for as long as you want then.

You hummed in response, closing your eyes and focusing on Finnick holding you in between his arms. Thanks to your head on his chest and the silence, you could hear Finnick's heart and you were relieved because it was the realest thing you had ever experienced. Its beats were peaceful but still managed to quiet all the noise in your head.

You were so immersed in Finnick's heartbeat you would swear yours was beating so hard against your chest because it wanted to escape your body so it could be closer to his.

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madwomansapologist · 1 year

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I saw b99 and idk if your requests are open but i would love a slowburn jake x reader

Where jake is kinda oblivious to reader feelings but also him and reader have a flirt war where who blushes most loses kinda :D

Hope you have a star-tastic day 💫

Wait, what? | Jake Peralta

synopsis: Two competitive idiots in love. That's it.

warnings: None.

note: thank you for your request, i wish you a star-tastic day 🧸🪩

• It was all Boyle's fault. If it wasn't for him, everything would had happen way faster. When you and Peralta meet for the first time, you already working as detective and Jake being a rookie to 99th precint, Boyle shouted something about marriage. It took you years to forget that.

• Jake was a detective with great instincts, it would have been so easy to work with him. Or it would be, if he didn't act like a child. Always bragging, teasing everyone around him, joking about anything that moves. Jake was fun, but was also damn annoying.

• But with time you realized he was more than that. Jake was competent. And never left nobody behind. You could count on him. Not only when you're dealing with dangerous things, but when you need someone to make you laugh on a hard day. Jake will be there, as annoying as he can be, trying his best.

• Falling in love with Jake was unheeded. So slow you didn't even notice. It start with simple things. It started with the way he makes you laugh.

• Jake can make you laugh until you're affraid to piss on your clothes. You being so loud that make other people laugh because of your reaction. But he can also make you chuckle. On these days you're mad at him, or you're in an important meeting, or it is such a bad joke that's embarrasing that you find it funny. And Jake is the best at making you giggle. When you're sad, going through a hard time, and felt like the way of the world is on your shoulders.

• You didn't noticed that you were falling in love, but Jake wasn't so oblivious. He didn't fall in love with you. He walked in love with you. He chose to love you. Jake is immature, and annoying, and childsh and dumb... but he knew what that feeling burning his chest was. Jake just never imagined you could feel the same.

• So time did what it always did: it passes.

• Everything changed when they found out that you were invited to join the Vulture team and didn't know what to do. At first the squad felt betrayed, but then the fear of losing someone important to the team became the most important feeling. Nobody wanted to lose you. Not even Gina.

• For a week, everyone went out of their way to spoil you. You'd fight with them and say it was an important choice and that treats wouldn't help you choose, but that didn't stop them. Boyle cooked your favorite dishes, Terry praised and listened to you, Holt even smiled at you. And Jake, well, Jake became the most competitive person in the world. He was trying to make you realize that no other place would make you as happy as 99th.

• Rosa took you to Shaw's Bar thinking a heart to heart conversation would help, but Jake had other plans. He knew that bar held fond memories, and a little drink would make the nostalgia take root in your heart. He just didn't expect the two of you to end up drunk talking about everything you lived together.

• If without booze you were already competitive, imagine totally drunk. You walked around New York, as loud as possible, betting on everything. About who opened the door first, about what each person on the street would do next, about the result of the football game going on at the time, about which Taylor Swift album would be re-recorded first. And at some point, they decided to see who went the longest without blinking. Jake would blow in your face whenever his eyes stung, but you forced him to keep going until there was a fair winner.

• The drunkness had already destroyed any sense of self-preservation in Jake. All he saw was your constant smile, your cheeks burning, your eyes sparkling. Jake just saw you, without even listening to his conscience. He wasn't afraid, didn't thought he wasn't enough, that you may already had someone else on your heart. Jake didn't think, he just acted. Jake kissed you.

• And you kissed him back.

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unluckilyimnot · 2 months

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Heyy! So I’m struggling with an ed at the moment and I read your headcanons where the tr boys find out reader has an ed but I was wondering if u could do that for the Bonten trio? Tyyy

s/o who has ed

Characters : Ran, Rindou, Sanzu (all Bonten)

Type : ansgt, hurt to comfort

Words count : 0.5

m.list

It’s fine, I can write about it, it’s just the same as an old one I did : I speak as a girl who experienced it in a certain way, so I’ll do my best and I don’t mean any hurt it can cause. If you’re struggling with ed we can talk about it if you feel like it, but at least don’t hesitate to talk about it. Only around people you’re safe please, I don’t want you to go through the same things as I did. You can get through it even if it’s hard (I did but I’m not cured at all)

I love you, take care of yourself and people around you, please

Ran notices how you never touch the left over, even if he put it there for you to eat. He tried multiple times, just to be sure, but every time you already ate, or you're not hungry, or not enough so you’ll just eat some fruit. He knows too well what’s going on, yet he doesn’t know how to handle it. He can’t force you to see someone, but it hurts him acknowledging all your tricks, the way you still smile in front of your food when he hears you throwing up right after.

“Why aren’t you eating ?” It’s past midnight, you’re already reading tug in your shared bed and Ran just sat beside you. You can’t process it at first, it makes you feel sick. “It’s not a crime, I imagine what it is, but I want to understand you. And help if I can. Explain it all to me. Please.”

For a few seconds you tried to doubt that you deserve a man like him, before recalling he can kill for money. He may not be the best man out there, but he is for you. He’s ready to do better and understand you without getting mad. At the thought you shed a tear, and another and before you realize it you can’t articulate a proper sentence beside telling him that you’re sorry. Deeply sorry to be like this.

“It’s not your fault, don’t be sorry. I’m here for you.”

Rindou feels that you’re smaller than you used to be, so much smaller. It’s like he hasn’t held you in a million years when it’s only been two weeks since he left. He grabbed you a little more, here and there, but you can’t help but feel uneasy.

“Let me go to Rindou..”

“You’re so small, why ? Have you eaten enough when I was gone ?” panicked rush through his veins when he sees your eyes meeting the floor, guilt creeping into both of you. He knew it, he always did. He simply thought you were doing better since he was there and after all those years struggling together. It was that simple for you to stop it and start it all again. He’s helpless and, oh so sorry but not in a way when he feels like giving up. In a way that if he had to do it all again, from the beginning for you to get better, he will.

Sanzu doesn’t eat much himself, which is not helping with his addiction but he wants you to be healthy. He doesn’t like the idea of you hurting your body more than you already have to do. So when he finally realizes all your tricks to make him believe that you're eating normally despite your showing bones he’s more sad than mad. He knows he’s nobody to talk to, he’s destroying himself little by little too, but thinking he can lose you that way made him cry on your knees. You don’t even know what to do, you’re simply sorry but without being able to promise him you’ll stop.

“Don’t leave me” he cried out, not ready to lose someone else.

“I’ll try,” you replied.

In the silence, between his cries, there’s a secret promise that both of you will try to get each other out of their way, even if they can’t even help themselves.

Fist post in years /lit a bir short excuse me but i have to get used to it again

Hope you like it ♡

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lovelywritinglady · 18 days

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Hi I've been reading a lot of your fan fic for a while and one I would just like to say they're great and awesome. But two I was hoping to ask you if you could make this into this fan fiction

where it's swap Audible and Tengen Uzi is a Upper moon that is secretly dating a hashira (male reader if possible)

Thank you so much! I’m glad you like my content!💜

Demons Love

Demon Uzui Tengen x male!Reader

In which reader and Uzui are dating and no one knows…

Fluff, Wholesome themes, mentions of blood, slight violence.

Your pov

‘Dammit Uzui! You gotta keep a lower profile.” I barked at my boyfriend. As the two of us stood in a dark alleyway.

“I know I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. You’re so flashy and strong.” Tengen replied with a wide fanged smile on his face.

“Thank you, but as you know, no one can know that your my love and I’m yours. A gay relationship is already taboo, but a hashira and a upper moon is much more taboo.” I reminded him.

“I personally don’t care.” He shrugged leaning in and stealing a kiss on my lips.

I melted into his kiss. Allowing him to hold me close to him as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I then moaned pulling him closer. Despite him being a demon, he sure was attractive. From his fuchsia eyes to, his fanged teeth, bulging muscles, and pale skin. He was like a god.

Tengen then pulled away letting me breathe. A massive blush graced my features as he looked at me with hunger in his eyes. I could tell that he wanted me, but this just wasn’t the time as we were in the middle of a battle. A battle that I had to fake considering I didn’t kill my love.

“God you’re handsome.” Uzui complimented still holding my bloodied face.

“I know I am and so are you.” I flirted back as I wiped some dirt off his gorgeous face.

“You know, you didn’t have to go so hard back there. I think those kids know you’re strong.” He teased.

“I know, but I need to make them believe that we actually hate each other.” I responded in a no duh tone.

“Fine, wanna go back?” He asked in a annoyed and saddened tone.

“I guess so, just kiss me first.” I demanded as I captured him in another heated kiss feeling slightly sad that we couldn’t continue…

Our battle together destroyed an entire town and all the whole neither of us were really trying. Uzui has a tendency to try and show off even though I’m fully aware of how strong and flashy he is. We pretended that he got away and was too scared of daylight to continue any longer. This exact scenario has happened only a few times, but I’m concerned that someone will catch on. But I really don’t care. As long as I have him I will fake fight as much as possible to keep him. And I know he’ll do the same, even though he’s a blood thirsty human eating demon.

Thank you so much for reading💜 And thanks to the person who requested this fic! Also, sorry I made it so short my writing bug hasn’t been super strong lately.

Please feel free to like, comment, request, and reblog.

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•I do NOT own any characters except y/n•

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emsylcatac · 11 months

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I told myself I wouldn't write anymore but guess I lied and made an exception for tonight oop-

(no beta so sorry if some grammar's weird. also no leaks please I haven't read any & I'd like for it to stay that way)

I might add a 2nd chapter to fix that mess but when will this happen? will this actually happen?? who knows certainly not me

*****

“And then I had lunch with Nino,” Adrien said. “That was nice. We hadn’t managed to eat together for at least a week.”

Ladybug smiled. “I’m glad. I can’t picture you two being separated for too long.”

“Well, we don’t really have a choice this year. He picked literature, and I picked scientific. We’re not in the same class anymore,” he shrugged with half a smile, before brightening up. “But we still see each other during the breaks!”

Adrien then launched into an explanation of the rules of the latest board game he and Nino had played during the afternoon break. He kept looking into Ladybug’s eyes all the while, delighting in the way they lit up at his enthusiasm, and taking pride in the small chuckles that escaped her lips when he retold a particularly funny joke he’d made.

Ladybug loved hearing about his day. He knew she did because she always asked about it, every day when they reunited, sitting cross-legged face-to-face on the floor. And every day, she nodded along his stories and encouraged him to tell her more.

And Adrien loved telling her about his day. It had taken some time before he allowed himself to fully recount every detail that had happened, having never really been used to talking about himself at all with his father. But unlike his father who would cut him with a stern look or – he later realised – a twist of his ring, Ladybug never seemed tired to hear him talk.

Once he finished telling her about how Tom Dupain had insisted –again– on giving him free chouquettes when he stopped by the bakery, Adrien asked: “And you, my Lady, how was your day?”

She smiled sadly, in a way he was now too familiar with, and his heart dropped.

Of course.

“Oh. Right. You can’t tell me. I forgot.”

Like every single day.

He looked away from her, not wanting to see the pity nor the apology he was sure to find in her eyes. The red kwagatama on his neck suddenly felt too heavy.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and he knew she was. It hurt nonetheless.

“That’s okay,” he whispered back, knowing well that it very much wasn’t. Adrien was scared it never would be.

“You’re allowed to be angry at me, you know,” Ladybug said, not for the first time since he’d started meeting her in secret.

“It’s not your fault. It’s my father’s,” he spat out the word. “And I’m…” he sighed, and with it let all his energy leave his body. “Ladybug, I’m so tired of being angry at people. I can’t… I can’t be angry with you on top of it.”

It wasn’t entirely true. A small part of him was angry with her, but he knew that she was suffering from the consequences just as much if not more than he did. And he truly was exhausted of feeling angry all the time, at his father, at Nathalie, at his mother, everyone who pretended they wanted the best for him but ended up destroying themselves instead; at Félix for keeping him in the dark, at himself for being too stupid to see what had been right under his nose. The list was long enough as it was and didn’t need to include Ladybug, who was a victim of his father's power hunt just as much as he was.

“But you’re allowed to be,” Ladybug said softly.

He felt a tear prickling at the corner of his eye.

“Oh, Adrien” Ladybug breathed, and he hated himself for how sad he’d made her sound. She extended a hand towards him. “I really want to grab your hand.”

He sniffed, and whipped his stray tear away before a stream could run on his cheek. “I really want you to grab my hand, too. And kiss it.” He reached for hers back but stopped millimeters away.

Ladybug smiled shyly, and he could guess the ghost of a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I want you to kiss my hand, Chaton. I always loved when you did it.”

This time, he felt his own cheeks lit up. They got lost in each other’s eyes, hands never quite touching, lulling Adrien further into the illusion that what they were sharing now was real.

But as it always did, reality found a way to crash down on him like the cold in the night right before dawn. Except unlike dawn that promised warmth and light, Adrien’s world stayed cold and dark as his phone rang. He glared at the traitorous device until he saw the name of the caller.

“Who is it?” Ladybug asked.

Adrien smiled bitterly. “Marinette.”

“Oh. Um…” Ladybug wriggled awkwardly. “Are you going to answer her?”

Adrien wasn’t sure he felt strong enough for that. But he had promised her and himself that he’d be there for her, no matter what.

So he took a deep breath, and picked up the phone.

“Hey. What’s up?”

Sniffles greeted him on the other side, and he instantly felt bad for guiltily spending time with Ladybug when he could have been supporting her.

“He made me another strawberry tartlet. Tom– I mean, my dad. He…he told me again how much ‘she’ used to love them. He told me again how ‘she’d’ always steal some from the bakery counter as a kid. He thinks because ‘she’ loved strawberries that I would too.” Marinette let out a sob. “Well, you know what? I don’t love strawberries. I’m tired of strawberry tartlets. They’re fine, but they’re not my favourites, they’re her favourites. And I’m so sick of pretending they are to not hurt him.”

Adrien listened as she caught her breath, feeling at a loss for words.

“I loved my dad’s strawberry tartlets,” Ladybug interrupted sadly. “It reminded me of the picnics we shared on holidays in the countryside when I was a kid. We’d always eat some by the river.”

Adrien nodded in acknowledgement. It made sense that Marinette couldn’t understand what made this pastry so special.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette,” he whispered so quietly he wasn’t sure she heard him.

“Everyone…everyone expects me to be just like her and I keep disappointing them because I can’t satisfy the expectations they have of me,” Marinette choked. “They want me to like sewing, they want me to wear pink… I can’t with pink anymore, all my bedroom walls are pink, everywhere I look there’s pink, it’s too much! I feel like… I feel like I’m suffocating.”

Adrien squeezed his eyes shut, fighting against tears that were threatening to take over him. She sounded so broken. He knew she was, of course he did, but he hadn’t realised how much she’d been holding in all this time. How much she’d been pretending for their sake – and as someone who’d mastered the skill for most of his life, he couldn’t let her suffer from it.

And holding onto her ghost that he wasn’t quite ready to let go just yet wasn’t going to help her. It wasn’t fair to either of them. He knew all too well how to grieve someone he’d lost. But how did he grieve for someone who was still there?

Adrien took a deep breath, trying to get his voice under control. “I’m coming over, okay Marinette ? And then, I’m taking you to the store.”

Ladybug nodded in encouragement.

“And…and you’ll pick whatever colour you like. And I’ll… I’ll help you repaint your room with it, okay? How does that sound?”

Marinette sniffled. “Any colour I want? What if it’s something she hated?”

Adrien’s voice quivered. “What matters is what you want. I think she’d…I think she’d want you to feel good.” Ladybug smiled softly, nodding. “I want you to feel good.”

“Thank you, Adrien,” Marinette whispered. “I really…I really appreciate it. I’ll get ready,” and she hung up.

Adrien stared at his phone silently for a long time, before snapping his gaze back at Ladybug.

“My Lady, I’m so–”

“Don’t,” she lifted a finger that went through his lips. “Don’t apologise. Especially not if it’s to take care of me,” she smiled. “Thank you for that. I really admire you, you know.”

“I really admire you too,” he said quietly.

“You should tell her that,” she replied. “She’d appreciate it.”

“I will,” he vowed.

He didn’t want to leave Ladybug just yet. But he knew it wasn’t reasonable to drag this on, and Plagg or Tikki would be coming back soon anyways. He really didn’t need to go through another lecture of how him meeting Ladybug hurt him more than it did him good, and that Marinette hadn’t given him her kwagatama for that.

Adrien spared one last glance at Ladybug, took a deep breath, and let his eyes flutter shut.

“End of reunion,” he whispered.

When he opened his eyes again, he was alone in the quiet of the room.

#def not my best writing but I've had that idea in mind for a while so guess it's out of the way now #I wrote that with Lisa & Amanda in mind cause they looooove that trope 🙄#sorry Ashley I did us both dirty #ladrien #adrinette #angst #hurt maybe comfort later who knowsssss #ml fanfic #myshitwriting

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fineghkst · 10 months

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Rules

please let me know if you find any mistakes

tags: forbidden love; mentions of arranged marriage; angst; enemies to lovers

He was sitting on the armchair while reading a book. The perfect aligned hair was now messy, and he let four buttons of his shirt open, exposing his chest to the moonlight that entered the room through the window. Emanating a tranquillity that did not exist beyond those walls. It was the only moment he left all responsibilities behind.

He has so beautiful, almost looking vulnerable, but you knew all Vanserra’s were lethal like daggers. Eris was like a fallen angel right in front of your eyes.

It was rare to see Eris Vanserra without the mask of Beron’s son. During your short meetings, Eris was just a fae without titles and obligations. And so we’re you. It was all pretending, creating your own universe, like a parallel timeline where you two could stay together.

Out of that little world, he was your enemy.

You stared at him, seeing his focussed look in the book. His chest going up and down while he was breathing.

Gods, you were in love with him.

— Little Fox — Eris said almost purring that pet name he gave you, without taking his eyes from the book — I already told you to stop undressing me with your eyes while I’m distracted.

He closed the book, putting on the small desk beside. Eris gave you a penetrating look, making you blush. He got up, walking to your direction.

— You can simply undress me if you want me. — He stopped in front of you, making you look up because of the height difference.

You approached him, embracing your arms around his neck. He smiled before leaning in to kiss you. It didn’t took long for the kiss to get more desperate. Eris had his hands on your waist, squeezing it and bringing you the closer he could.

Eris showed how much he missed you, how he craved for you. How he wish that little word were expanded, turning into real life.

He left small bites on your lips before breaking the kiss, leaving both of you breathless.

— Fuck, I hate this. I hate to wait so long to be with you. I hate to pretend I fucking despise you. — Eris said, leaning his forehead on yours — It’s turning impossible. I can’t act like this with the person I love, the person I want to build a future with.

— I know, Eris — You could feel his sadness. Even if he wanted a future by his side, it was impossible when your families hated each other for centuries.

That relationship was supposed to have an expiration date. The agreement had one rule: no feelings. Just a fast experience to finally put an end at the tension between you two.

Years have passed and you still together, except it wasn’t a agreement anymore. The only rule has been broken a long time ago.

Eris was the first to admit he was in love. He wanted to runaway with you, dropping all the responsibility that was thrown on his back and freeing you from yours. He had constructed a detailed plan, you just had to say yes. If you said yes Eris would make sure both of you were never seen again.

That was the first and last time you saw him beg.

Even if it hurt, even if it broke your heart into thousands of pieces, making it impossible to rebuild it again, you denied. You denied him, breaking his heart.

How could you leave your family behind? There was to many people counting on you. After all, heir expectations were created long before you were born.

That was too much to bare, seeing him slowly destroying himself because of what was supposed to be a simple agreement. You thought it would be better to stay away from him, ending everything, so you created a new rule: staying away from Eris.

Soon you found out that a rule imposed on itself could cause the worst type of pain.

That world that only existed for you two was completely shattered. You and Eris were living now in a grey world, painted with sad eyes covered by hatred looks and apology requests suffocated by public offenses. None of you could live in a reality were you’re only enemies.

After months, both of you couldn’t take that distance anymore, so you broke the rule for him. Again.

You and Eris were condemned, condemned to a vortex of destruction. You knew that fake world was restricted by walls, and soon enough, he would be completely destroyed again. Permanently.

— Don’t marry him — He whispered, afraid if he said that worlds out loud the engagement would turn real.

— I don’t have a choice.

— Of course you do. I’m giving you a choice right now. — He caressed your face, gently — We don’t need to runaway. Just marry me.

— Eris… — You stepped back, chocked to hear that request — You know we can’t. Our families would never approve.

— I know. But we don’t need their approval if they only found out after we are married.

— Your father will never forgive you, neither my family.

— I don’t care. — He said, moving away from you. The anger had dominated his face — Your family wants to give you on a platter to a stranger because of a stupid alliance. My father, on the other hand, never thought twice before torturing me, his own son. I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. Tired of being terrorized by him.

— That’s insane. — You said — What we are supposed to do? Get married in secret and then face everyone after?

— I will fucking burn this entire world if I have to. I will destroy all of them, my Little Fox. I promise that to you. — His eyes were stuck in you, allowing you to see all the pain, all the suffering and despair he felt. Eris would really sacrifice everything, fight with the whole fucking world only to have you by his side.

— You understand that you want to risk losing everything? Including having a crown on your head, even after preparing your whole life to assume the throne? — You said and he laugh like it was the funniest joke — What’s so funny?

— Can’t you understand? No crown will be as valuable as you. I’m willing to risk everything, because if I lose you, then I'll be losing everything that matters to me. — Eris approached you again, holding your hands and looking inside your eyes — Please… just say yes. Say yes to me and I will destroy all their rules and impositions to which they restricted us. Say yes, my Little Fox, and I promise to love you until my last breath.

Your heart was beating so fast that it seemed it would fly from your chest at any moment. Eris was standing before you, begging to finally be accept. He waited years and would wait for centuries if necessary, but you couldn’t allow him to torture himself anymore.

It was probably the biggest mistake you ever committed, starting that agreement, then loving your enemy. Possibly, a deep lapse of sanity, but you couldn’t endure blindly obeying the laws imposed by your family anymore. They lived their lives, created their own wars, but now it was time for you to finally free yourself from all ties.

It was as if your lips had acquired life of its own when the three letters came out of your vocal cords to the outside word, making the walls of that little universe you made explode.

— Yes.

#eris x reader #eris acotar #eris acotar x reader #acotar x reader #eris scenario #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader

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vacationship · 8 months

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frozen and cooked, bitter and sweet, fire and water

When Fak and his bro are blocking Claire from going in the kitchen, before they admit he's stuck in the fridge, they tell her he's frozen and cooked. He's frozen with Claire and cooked for Sydney.

Inside the fridge when he stares at the tape labels of the radicchio and fennel (thanks op!) he saddens for a moment but then he smiles and chuckles and contemplates, because that's what he and Syd were cooking in his apartment before he ditched her for Claire. I just need a moment to fully realize that while he's stuck in that fridge in his trauma response and castigating himself, he also has this little moment of smiling and chuckling. After the Claire voice message he's back to trembling, feeling guilty, and in his trauma.

So, I know some think it's about the torn tape or the mispelling of radicchio and his obsessiveness, but why specifically radicchio and fennel and why does he have a little laugh? These are strong ingredients that need to be handled artfully. Cooking radicchio tempers its bitterness. Fennel can be a bit bitter but not as much, and it's also sweet. (Maybe fennel would have made that radicchio dish work better?) Carmy frequently has small smiles and laughs with, and thinking of, Sydney--his bitterness is getting cooked out and sweetened, they're getting the ingredients right, they're a slow burn.

Cooked but not burnt, though. Fire is passion, but it's also destructive. When Carmy goes to light his cigarette on the stove and starts a fire, I believe that's his rage that he inherited from Donna (bitterness, too), and it will destroy him if he doesn't learn to manage it. Carmy gets frozen but he also has fiery rages and he tries to suppress both of these extreme protective states with quiet, obsessive focus and pushing out people and pushing out his triggers. The freeze response will activate rage, and rage will activate freeze. These cycle together.

So in the fridge he recommits to being "psychotic" (disconnect from reality) and obsessively focused in his head about all the details (the tape does signify that, also what kind of mustard), and not try to receive or provide amusement and enjoyment or be out in the world with people and relationships. Then he and the restaurant will be ok. But that kind of protection--living in your mind and not in the reality of chaos and emotions--doesn't really work.

Carmy doesn't need to suppress or disconnect from his rage or his panic or trauma, but he needs to coax it out and process his feelings. To actually feel his sadness and grief, otherwise it will come flooding out from the other end (toilet water in multiple scenes). Water that's been blocked can be destructive, too. Often what's driving these extreme protective responses are simply feelings that weren't allowed and didn't get any warmth or care over and over again--sadness, disappointment, confusion, and anger can become depression, bitterness, dissociation, rage. (not to oversimplify, especially depression)

When Sydney is working on her "elements" dish with Tina, it's too busy and too much, there's two kinds of fire also (the passion and the rage.) The dish is not coming together, the elements are overdone and not balanced. Sydney and Carmy need each other to work on these dishes together. And when they do get together they warm up, they smile, they laugh, they share themselves, they process their feelings and their histories, they harmonize. They also cool off with the ASL I'm sorry.

Chaos is unavoidable in the kitchen, and in love, and in friends and family. Chaos is reality. He can have chaos, but thoughtful. He can have warmth, he can cook and be cooked. I want to see more of the element of water--the cleansing tears. But in the meantime he can pour hot water on frozen grapes.

#sydcarmy #sydcarmy meta #i can go on and on

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kdramacrybaby · 9 months

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My favorite drama couples

In no particular order and some minor SPOILER warning!) → Feel free to add your own favorite couples to the post, so we can share the love.

Sh**ting Stars (Oh Han-byul / Gong Tae-sung):

They are one of my absolute favorite couples in any drama I’ve watched so far. I don’t know what it is about them, but they are just so good together! (And it doesn’t hurt that the actors have an amazing chemistry). Enemies to lovers is a guilty pleasure trope for me, and this does it perfectly – they bicker so much in the beginning, but slowly realize that they actually make a great team, and they come to rely on each other a lot. They actually communicate properly, sharing their worries without being judged, and the drama never relies on something as silly as miscommunication as a point of drama for them. It’s not often a drama makes me actually smile like a complete lovesick idiot when watching, but this just goes straight to my heart. The drama might not be my fave overall, as it has its own issues, but I’ll watch it 100 times over for them.

Hidden Love (Sang Zhi / Duan Jiaxu):

At first, I didn’t think I was going to like this drama too much as I was unsure about the whole age gap thing, but oh my word. This drama had me giggling like a teenager with a crush, and I was unable to stop smiling for most of it. They are so stinking cute together, and the fact that they actually communicate their thoughts and feelings with each other throughout it all is so important – especially with how their relationship started. I feel like I’m just repeating myself from what I said about Sh**ting Stars, but both of these couples just make me happy to watch. This relationship in particular has raised my standards so high, I’m probably going to end up single for the rest of my life. This drama really is all it’s hyped up to be and more.

Happiness (Yoon Sae-bom / Jung Yi-hyun):

A fake marriage of convenience between two best friends, who both secretly have feelings for each other ?- sign me the fuck up. Two strong people who support each other through everything (in this case, an outbreak of zombies in their complex) – what more could you ask for? They just get each other, and both are willing to walk through hell and back for the other. We sadly don’t actually get to see them together all that much after they’ve finally confessed, but they acted like a couple anyway, so I’m not too sad about it.

Fight For My Way (Ko Dong-man / Choi Ae-ra):

They have known each other for so long and, though they bicker, they are always the first to defend the other no matter what. They support each other’s dreams the best they can (though Ae-ra does have a problem with the fighting, and she tries to make him quit by making him choose between her and fighting, which I am not about, but I do get she’s just scared he’ll get hurt again). Either way, there is just something so pure about their love and the way they both slowly realize just what their feelings have evolved into as they grew up together.

Doom at your service (Doom / Tak Dong-kyung):

These two had a rocky start, but I also feel like it only made them work better as a couple. The iconic lines: “So my plan is to love you, then I'll be able to live without losing anything.” / “Then let's do it right, love me to the point that you want to destroy the world for me.” are forever ingrained in my mind. It’s about both of them learning what life could actually be if you let yourself feel and live for yourself instead of living for everyone else. They help each other through it all until they both realize they deserve love, and I find that really beautiful.

#drama ranking #kdrama review #cdrama review #kdrama #sh**tings stars #hidden love #happiness #fight for my way #doom at your service

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randoimago · 7 months

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Day 11 - Soulmates

Fandom: Nier: Automata

Character(s): 9S

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-trope-r

Note(s): I love 9S so much and I hope I did a good job with writing this!!

9S knows that androids have fallen in love with each other. He's seen it on the ship and in the Resistance camp. But he doesn't know if he believes in the idea of a soulmate, someone destined to be with you from the beginning. Humans had them, but humans also had souls. Can a machine really have a soul? He doesn't know.

Yet anytime he goes to the Resistance camp, anytime he locks eyes with yours, it feels like a shared connection. Like his mind and body want to force him closer to you. They want to make him reach out and touch you (something that is very concerning, and he would never want to actually randomly grab someone)

But he's never had a reason to talk to you. he's never had a reason to walk away from 2B to approach you. But his eyes would wander in your direction and more often than not, your eyes meet his. As if you might feel this bizarre connection too.

He gets irritated, acts a bit short with 2B at times. And it's not her fault. She's following her directives; she's doing as the mission commands, and he wants to go to you instead.

So, he does something that logically makes no sense to do. He hacks and destroys the piece of technology you're working on. You don't get hurt, but he sees you jump and feels so much guilt that he is the one that caused that small scare.

The next time they go to the Resistance camp, he's thrilled that you call out. That you ask 2B for help getting specific parts to fix your tech. 9S offers to stay behind. He'll see if he can provide any assistance with his hacking background.

2B hesitates with the idea for a moment, he knows why she does, she might need to kill him after all. But she leaves him alone with you. And that pull, that odd craving-like feeling he has, grows stronger. Is it because you two are so close? He doesn't know, but he hopes it doesn't jeopardize anything with you.

9S looks over the tech, he knows he messed it up bad, but he wants to see what repairs you might've made or hear what you tried doing instead. He reaches for a wire the same time you do and you both touch.

And that pull he felt, that craving? It's gone and now he feels relief. So much relief and happiness like everything is complete and he's running diagnostics because this is so much artificial emotion that he is suddenly feeling from just brushing his manufactured skin against yours.

But you feel it too. He heard your "breath" hitch, he sees you place a hand to your chest, as if you're checking your own systems. And then you hesitate and hold his hand in yours and he feels happy. Not an overwhelming amount when he initially touched you, but happy that you weren't afraid of the initial touch and now you're initiating your own.

There's a shared laugh between you two and he wants to talk about what just happened, but he's interrupted with a message from 2B. 9S gives you an apologetic smile as he responds to her and is a bit upset that she's on her way back.

He continues looking over the tech with you, no longer shying when your hands brush against each other. It's just hand touches, sometimes your arms brush together due to your closeness. And he likes it so much.

2B comes back with the parts you need, and she noticeably sees how much happier 9S is. How he isn't as snappy he had been with her. Although there's some sadness in his eyes that he has to leave your side. 2B says that they still have a mission to complete, but they will come back to see how your technology is doing. That cheers up 9S and you. And before her and 9S can leave, you pull him into a hug.

9S stiffens at first but hugs you back. It's like a breath of fresh air as he feels you so close to him. 2B lightly clears her throat and he pulls away, bashfully. He didn't know if he believed in soulmates beforehand, but he knows that he has found his.

#randoimago 31 days of october #9s x reader #nier automata x reader

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i gotta know more about your mc and baxter (i am never free from this man somebody help me). do they date in step 3, or just crush on each other? and the angst, pls gimme some angst >:D

oh, and do you have any headcanons about them together? :3

*slap my knee* WELL HONEY you have a BIG storm coming-

I’m a multi-shipper so Cerise has a storyline where they date and one where they were just really good friends and in both cases: Baxter was someone extremely important to Cerise.

Important context to understand: Cerise was nonverbal for almost half of her life. She has an important communication problem that actively ruin her personal life as she struggle to talk to people and so not isolate herself. Regardless of the nature their relathionship take, Baxter is extremly important to her as he's the first person she managed to befriend by herself. He came off strong and she took her chance to try talking with someone else and it ended up feeling easy around him.

They are vastly different and this is one of the main reasons they work together: They get to experience, learn and witness a new way of living life. Cerise gets to build her confidence slowly, they have an agreable moment and the dating is all new and attracting to her. She feels a lot and is in the company of someone who appreciates her and makes her come out of her shell.

You can imagine how such an impactful relationship can turn from the loveliest encounter of your summer to the most emotionally damaging event of your life.

Also worth mentioning is that in my playthrough Baxter closed the door in Cerise's face while she was bawling her eyes out on his porch... Yeah it didn't went well....

The reason why this breakup impacted Cerise so much is how some little details spiral in an endless train of negative thoughts: "If I was worth it, he would have tried" and "I am not even capable to move on from something so insignificant for him" "I feel stupid for having felt confident" "I should have known that I was not made to be around people, I can't even talk to someone properly" "I'm too much"

Cerise's self-confidence got shattered, having walked right back of all the effort she managed to make and her mutism coming back into her daily life. It only took one conversation to ruin an entire process of self grow.

The reunion was a painful one and here is where I call my phase the: Baxter pain and regret.

Just imagine for a second, you are so miserable because of your own choices, you left someone who loved you by convincing yourself they'll move on and 5 years later when you meet them again they are a shell. You hurted them so much that to this days your presence haunted them, the person you loves because of their positivity, their smile and bright kindness are now dull, sad and scared. The regret of it all and the pain of wanting to ask why, to wanting to help but also desperetly not wanting to furter implicate yourself while they still look at you with hope. How much would it hurt you to be given a chance even after all you destroyed ? After all the joy you denied for both of you and with all the regrets of have spent so much time in your selfish perception of the world. It would sting and that something that can never dissapear, even if she's back, even if you try again, even if you make progress, you simply can't make up for what you caused and it hunt you at night. You always been loved, you always loved them, and like a fool you reciprocate those feelings by doing the opposite of what love is suppose to be.

NOW THAT ANGST HAVE PASSED- Here is some cute dating headcanon I have of these two :D

Oh and one last sad stuff :

Cerise cut and dyed her hair because Baxter used to say he liked her long orange hair and the compliment felt so bittersweet that she couldn't stand seeing herself in the mirror...

ANYWHOOZIE

-Cerise likes jewelry and likes to make colorful jewelry so she wanted to make bracelets for Baxter. One colorful green to keep as a souvenir and one black and white.

-Still on jewelry, they traded. In exchange for a bracelet, he gave her some rings of his (that she kept wearing for the 5 years )

-They kissed in the car watching the firework because Cerise doesn't like loud noises

-Cerise doesn’t like sudden louse noise but had fun listening to Baxter’s music during some car rides.

-Because she can’t drive she asked him to pick her up or give her a ride to some stores just to have some time with him.

-They met at the cypres during the "soirée" moment and this fun fact always makes them laugh, life sure like them together.

-Fear of the ocean vs Fear of height, both are here to help the other fight against their fear with a little help

-Cerise gave Baxter a glass shot as a souvenir and he only once drank in it alone but was too scared to break it so he kept it hidden.

-I have this hc that once they get married ( because yes they will ) Baxter has a picture of her somewhere in his office and if someone asks "Are you married ?" he just pull up the pic of his very colorfull and and cheerful wife so people look at him confuse

you married a rainbow ?!

-Everyone had their moment of "don't ever hurt her again" with Baxter but the worst one was Liz who profaned murder hunt if he did.

-Still, Baxter got accepted nicely back into the family.

-Cerise's services as a photographer got added to Baxter's wedding contact of people he can recommend and they at least worked on some weddings together.

-Neither of them are morning people, but they spend a lot of their nights hanging out and simply talking until late.

-Some dinner nights they take a detour to dance a bit on the side near the beach

-Travel around the world travel around the world! Cerise has some nice vacation places she wants to do with Baxter and they sometimes need some calm time.

-They just love each other, 5 years are nothing compared to the rest they spent together

THANKS YOU FOR READING THIS FAR

#my art #my oc #ask about my otp #olba oc #baxter ward #dreamty's ramble #olba #our life begining and always #baxter x mc

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Best friends… forever? | Chapter 24

Author’s note: Now that Mila and Rúben are (finally) together, the story changes a bit and and focuses on something different but still related to them and their relationship. You could say it is like a part 2, and this plot will start on this chapter and last until the end of the story (chapter 30). Hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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"Mila!"

"Hello, Jack. Sasha."

"Umm" she murmurs, not lifting her eyes from her phone.

"Please tell me that those boxes mean that you fixed things with Rúben and are coming back" Jack says.

"I am, yes."

"Oh, did you hear that, Sasha! They are back together!"

"Umm" she repeats, typing something.

"I am so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Jack."

"Oh, Rúben, mate" he says to him when he sees him walking into the lobby with my huge suitcase. "I am so happy you and Mila fixed things and are back together! I was so sad when I heard you had broken up and that she had moved out."

"We... What?" he asks with a confused look.

"Yeah, mate. I even told Sasha. Didn't I, love?"

"You did. And hello, Rúben" she says, finally looking up from her phone and giving him her best smile.

"Like, you've known each other since you were kids, moved here at the same time to be together... You are like couple goals! You can't break up!"

"Jack, we..."

"Oh, I just had an idea!" he continues, not allowing Mila to finish her sentence. "We should go on a double date! That would be nice."

"I... We..." Rúben and Mila say to each other, not knowing what to do.

"I think it is a fantastic idea" Sasha says. "I'll organise everything, and you just focus on your football and finding a nice outfit. Though you won't have any problem with that, Rúben."

"And neither will Mila. She looks hot with whatever she wears, even a potatoes sack" Jack laughs.

"Yeah..." Sasha says. "Anyway, I'll check the best restaurants in the city, see if I can get us a table, and keep you updated."

"Ok" Rúben replies.

"Fantastic news! Come here, you two" Jack says, throwing an arm around Rúben's waist and another around Mila's, hugging them. Though the hand that is on her, starts to move down and dangerously close to her butt.

"We should probably go upstairs and start unpacking, you know how tedious it is" Mila says, taking a step back and getting away from Jack.

"Tedious?" he repeats.

"Boring."

"Oh, yes" Jack laughs. "We'll leave you to it. See you soon!"

"Bye, Rúben" Sasha smiles as they leave, completely ignoring Mila.

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"What would happen if one day I punch her in the face?" Mila says once she and Rúben are on the lift.

"Probably that Jack will ask you to take of your clothes and keep fighting on the mud while he films it."

"Sounds like him, yes. Can't believe he thinks we've been dating since forever."

"It's Jack" Rúben shrugs.

"He is like a proper shipper. Maybe he even has a fan account."

"Yeah, one where he only posts about you."

"He almost touched my butt when we were hugging."

"What?"

"It's Jack" Mila shrugs. "He thinks we are dating, but has been trying to flirt with me since the day I met him. He doesn't care if you or Sasha are watching. Isn't he scared that one day you'll punch him with those arms of yours and destroy him?"

"These arms of mine?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"If you are asking me to keep complimenting you, it's not going to happen."

"Not even if I do this?" Rúben says, kissing her cheek.

"Nope."

"And this?" he asks, kissing her ear.

"No" Mila giggles.

"What about this?" he asks again, kissing her neck and making her feel goosebumps all over her body.

"Maybe..."

"Should I do it again?"

"You definitely sh..."

"Hello" a female voice interrupts them, making both Mila and Rúben jump. "Going up?"

"Yes" Rúben says, using his most charming smile while Mila tries to hide somewhere, her face burning. They were so focused in their little game, that they hadn't noticed someone calling for the lift.

"Ok" the woman says. "I'll wait, so don't entertain yourselves too much."

"We won't" Rúben says, still smiling.

"Oh... My God" Mila laughs once the doors have closed and the lift is moving again.

"At least she took it well."

"But let's not make her wait, ok? No more kisses."

"What?"

"At least until we are home and no one is watching" she says with a mischievous smile.

"Any special place where you would like to be kissed?" he asks with a similar smile.

"If I tell you now, that woman will be waiting for the lift for a while."

"You wicked woman" Rúben says, counting the seconds until they make it to their floor and their apartment so he can kiss Mila again.

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"You've got to be kidding me."

"What happened?" Rúben asks.

"There were paparazzis outside the restaurant, and now The Sun has posted an article about us."

"Really?"

"Yep" Mila says. "City double date. Jack Grealish and Rúben Dias spent their Thursday night going out for dinner at one of the most famous restaurants in Manchester. The British player was joined by his girlfriend Sasha, while the Portuguese star was joined by his long time rumoured girlfriend Mila Soares, who plays for Manchester United. Both couples seemed to be in a great mood, and according to an eye witness, the Portugueses were being very affectionate with each other. Could the rumours finally be true? Is Manchester City's sexiest player dating his best friend?"

"An eye witness?"

"Manchester City's sexiest player?"

"Shut up" Rúben laughs, tickling Mila. "We weren't affectionate with each other, were we?"

"We didn't kiss, hold hands or anything like that. I don't even remember you putting your arm around my shoulders."

"Do they have photos?"

"Just some outside the restaurant where we all were talking and Sasha looks like she's doing her own photoshoot. But whoever sold them or tipped the photographers, then wrote their own story."

"At least this time they are right about us dating."

"But are we dating?"

"What would you call what we are doing?"

"I don't know... I hadn't thought about it. And it's not as if you have asked me to be your girlfriend" Mila shrugs.

"You haven't asked me to be your boyfriend either."

"I'm a bit slow with these things in case you haven't noticed."

"You are" Rúben chuckles. "Let's do it then."

"What?"

"Ana Mila María Soares. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Was it necessary to use my full name?" she laughs.

"It was. It makes it sound as important as it is."

"Ok. Then yes, Rúben Santos Gato Alves Dias. I want to be your girlfriend."

"I love you, Mila" he says as he leans forward.

"I love you too" she says, doing the same and kissing him.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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animatorweirdo · 5 months

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Assigning mutuals with elf horses

(I was like... really bored then I remembered @lamemaster's post about elves reacting to our blogs, and I was slightly inspired. Sorry? I am not, so prepare for some chaos and hope you enjoy,)

Warnings: none really. It's just my opinion on how you all would do as horse owners in the horse au.

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@a-contemplation-upon-flowers

- Not just because he is your favorite in general, but Fingon just seems like your type of horse.

- You would take tender care of him and your sunshine personality would go with his.

- I feel like you would enjoy racing and taking calm walks through the woods.

- And you would probably not get mad with his mischief, like stealing treats or playing a bit too hard with one of those giant balloons, which he ends up popping.

- Honestly, you would probably be more mad at the balloon for popping itself and then go buy another balloon because you can't stand to see Fingon sad even if your wallet is already suffering from all the other expenses.

@springfountain

- Well, my dear muffin friend. You're pretty sweet and creative with your writing, so I feel like you would go along with Galdor.

- I feel like the leaf forehead-marked stallion would enjoy listening to you reading a story or two to him while you two lie under his favorite tree in the pasture.

- He might try stealing treats from you and give you puppy eyes, and you would be tempted to give him one of your chocolate chip cookies, but since chocolate is not good for horses -- you resist in anguish.

- But it doesn't stop you from making special cookies with his favorite leaves in it.

- You two would have a sweet bond and Galdor would always be ready to hear the next story from you.

@edensrose

- I know you're solely fixated on the Ainur, but if you had a horse. I think it would be Aredhel.

- You are genuinely pretty sweet, but once you get comfortable — all hell breaks loose.

- You two would bring an equal amount of chaos to each other’s lives, and your relationship would be one of those love-hates like you find her a pain in the ass, but you can't live without her. She's technically your overgrown cat.

- Like when you find her stealing food again and rolling in the mud, you would cuss her out, but if anyone else did that --- you would destroy them because only you are allowed to do that.

- And the same goes for Aredhel. She would not accept anyone else than you as her rider. She cares for you but also has a great need to test your limits. She does get worried if she doesn’t see you half of the time.

- Make sure not to let her join forces with Celegorm. He will join in her shenanigans and you will not get any peace with two annoying horses on your ass.

- a little side note. you probably had a crush or two on the stable owners. just saying.

@eunoiaastralwings

- If you had a horse. I think it would be… Finrod.

- You two make a pretty sweet pair, and he brings a lot of silliness into your life.

- He would probably do a lot of funny things just to make you laugh, and when he senses you’re feeling sad or stressed, he turns into the cuddliest bug and does anything to comfort you.

- Like he won’t leave you alone till you at least crack a smile.

- You two would give vibes like you two had been friends in a previous life.

@lamemaster

- Nerdanel

- .........

- Do I even need to explain this?

- Like... you were cool with Feanor's owner that the two would make a couple of foals together, but when the two began to make surprises. You put a harsh stop to it after Nerdanel gave birth to the twins.

- You would probably physically threaten Feanor to stay away from Nerdanel because you are not gonna risk your sweet mare's health.

- You would also be one of the only ones, who doesn't fear him and be ready to fight him even if the giant racehorse could stomp you to death.

#silmarillion #silm fic #silmarillion imagines #middle earth imagines #crack fic #elves x mutuals #tolkien

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rose-pearls · 1 year

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You can't lose someone you never had - Part 5

Summary: time for a difficult conversation between you and Phoenix and an unpleasant surprise welcomes you home.

Thank you for all the comments on the story it makes my day! If you have any suggestions on the direction you would like the story to go don't hesitate to comment!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 - Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Final Part

It felt like hours looking into her familiar brown eyes again, you could see that she was tense, like she was ready to go into battle.

“I’ll leave the two of you to talk.”, Bob says softly trying to break the tension between the two. You look at him with wide eyes, pleading him that he doesn’t leave you alone with Phoenix, but he squeezes your arm in reassurance.

“Call me when you have time.”, he says before leaving and looks at Phoenix with a pointed look and Phoenix tries to smile back.

“Can I sit down?”, she asks with a steady voice, and you try to breathe again, even after so many years she still has an effect on you. You nod and she sits down with a silence settling between the both of you.

Penny comes by and gives you a new beer along with a beer for Phoenix and before leaving she looks at the both of you with pointed looks.

“It’s been a long time.”, Phoenix whispers, and you feel every muscle in your body tense up at her words trying not to let the memories come back.

“It has.”, you whisper back and after a few second you hear her sigh.

“I’ve sent you letters while you were away, don’t know if you ever received them.”, she says and you can feel her gaze on you, but you can’t look at her, still looking at your beer bottle.

“I did receive them, didn’t get the time to read them.”, this time you hear her scoff, and it makes you look up, it was probably a mistake as you instantly meet furious brown eyes, that fire that has always been there in her eyes.

“We both know that is bullshit.”, you can’t tell her that she is wrong because she isn’t and as you look at each other for a moment you see her realize that she is right. The fury in her brown eyes diminishes and they turn sad before she looks at her beer bottle again.

The couple of minutes that follow are filled with an even tenser silent and you don’t know what to do, as much as you want to leave and let her stay there you can’t because a part of you still cares about her.

“Phoeni-”

“You could have at least said goodbye before leaving.”, you close your eyes at her words, you knew it would come to this, but you tried to avoid it knowing that you would feel angry at her words.

“It wasn’t something that was on my mind at that moment, and it didn’t really feel like I had to say goodbye to one of you.”, you say with a hard tone, and you feel her tense up.

“Really? Your dad was destroyed after your words on the deck, even worse when the nurse told him you had asked not to have him in you room and then you leave without a word. You didn’t spoke to me during the whole mission, practically avoiding me as if I was a disease. And then you also ban me and the rest from coming to see you after the incident before leaving and telling me that I couldn’t lose something that I never had.”, she is in tears now and you feel a headache coming, your chest is aching from the pain, and you want to stop the pain at hearing her broken voice.

“What did you wanted me to do Phoenix? One day we are together the next you tell me you never loved me and break up. Even before that you didn’t want to tell anyone about us and now suddenly you care?”, your voice is raising, and you close your eyes to try and calm yourself down from the hurt and seeing her broken eyes.

“I just – I didn’t know what to do alright. I was scared of what people were going to say and I let that cloud my judgment, it’s true but it doesn’t mean I never loved you.”, you shake your head, and she sighs, and you feel her get closer to you.

“I know I was horrible that day and that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, trust me I do, but you don’t know how much it hurt when I saw you leave, when you didn’t let me in anymore.”, she takes your hand, and you try to stop the tears from falling at her words.

“I just care so much about you that it hurts and I – I don’t know what to do any more. What will it take to make you stay?”, you shake your head, and she tries to come closer, but you stop her.

“I need time Phoenix, I don’t even know if I’ll stay here when my father gets better.”, you look back at her and take your hand away from hers. She looks at you with an understanding smile but it’s small and doesn’t look like one as she looks at you.

“I understand, and I’ll give you the time you need, just don’t push me away. Let me in.”, she whispers the last words, and you sigh softly before looking at her with a sad smile.

“This doesn’t mean everything is forgotten Nat, there is a lot that happened, and we both need time to get over it. We could maybe start with getting to know each other again and then we will see.”, Phoenix is less tense, and you suppose it is due to using her name and not her call sign, but she still looks sad at your words.

“You’re right. But I would like to get to know each other again.”, she says softly, and you smile before taking a big sigh, making her laugh.

“It’s good to see you again.”, she whispers, and you can’t help the flutter of your heart.

“It is.”, you say back and the both of you look at each other for a moment before a notification makes you break the stare.

“I should go back to my father’s house, dinner is soon apparently.”, Phoenix nods with a disappointing smile.

“I’ll see you soon?”, she asks, and you sigh softly with a small smile.

“We’ll keep in touch.”, a large smile appears, and you feel her gaze as you leave towards your father’s house, not knowing what to expect there.

It’s a nice house, a large garden and from what you had seen a big living room full of light. It had been filled with pictures, but you hadn’t paid attention to them, guessing it were pictures of Bradley and Maverick’s life with Ice.

The house is quiet as you ring the doorbell, Maverick opens the door and quickly makes you come in, but he looks a bit stressed.

“Everything alright?”, you ask, and he looks surprised at your question before a small smile appears.

“Everything is fine, you are just like your dad you know.”, he has a bright smile as he says it, not knowing the cold feeling that goes through your body at his words. You follow him into the kitchen and at that moment you understand why Maverick seemed nervous.

Bradley Bradshaw was in the kitchen, cooking with your father. You were ready to bold out of the room when the both of them turned to see you.

“Sweetheart how was your day?”, your father seems nervous, and you look at him with a blank stare.

“Everything went well thank you. Bradshaw.”, you say with a tense voice and Bradley seems to tense up at your words.

“Thunder, it’s been a long time.”, he says, and you can’t help but scoff at his words.

“It has, last time was when you killed my WSO.”, the room is cold, and you look at him with a cold glare, ice-cold just like your dad.

“Common, why don’t we talk about something else? The jury decided and Bradley was seen as innocent, let’s not bring the past up.”, Maverick says, and you take of your jacket before sitting down at the table.

“Sure, I’ll try.”, Bradley sits down in front of you and the both of you glare at each other as Ice and Maverick sit down between the two of you.

“Let’s eat.”, that dinner had to be the tensest one you had ever had.

Taglist: @enigmalynne, @luckyladycreator2, @bisexual-watermelons, @mangokitkats, @itsdesiree86, @abbersreads

#top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #phoenix x you #phoenix x reader #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #natasha trace x reader #tom iceman kazansky

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whoreadsnowadays · 2 years

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HEY HEY SO I CAME UP WITH THIS CONCEPT RIGHT........ so iirc in canon shelldon was actually destroyed by shredder?? and i don't think the show ever clarified if he was rebuilt or not...... soooo donnie x reader where he's unable to rebuild shelldon. there's too much damage. and so donnie is really fucking sad. but then his s/o takes it upon themself to venture into the hidden city and find some mystical solution to bring shelldon back! i imagine it'd be a pretty emotional storyline and i hope you can get some inspiration out of it lol

This is so hurt comfort I love this so much, yall pls keep feeding me Leo and Donnie angst to work with I love them-

Warnings; cussing, Donnie has a sobbing breakdown, corpse mentioned

( Romantic ) Rise Donnie x Gender Neutral Reader

Shell-Done For

You were fully aware of everything that went on with the turtles, you often had Donnie blowing up your phone mid battle, giving you updates on their latest shenanigans.

So you were made aware very quickly of what had gone down.

You had stayed on the phone with Donnie for hours as he sat holed up in his lab, muttering encouragement to your lovely boyfriend as he spoke softly about losing Shelldon, as well as every other awful thing that had happened.

But you were very adamant about Donnie fixing up his beloved robot. You even offered to meet up with him early every morning to give him as much help as he needed.

So that's what you did. Every morning, seven am, you would show up at Donnie's lab door with coffee for the both of you, and he couldn't have been more greatful for your company.

One particular morning, Donnie stood over his small remaining work table, surveying the cut cords and fried motherboards that were once Shelldon.

And he realized.. there was no way he'd be able to salvage this. No matter how long you two were at it there was no possible way to truly fix the fried, and chopped, and destroyed mess that laid in front of him.

And then you walked in, a smile on your face and a coffee in each hand, ready to tirelessly work until who knows when in the morning, getting barely any sleep before coming back again the next day. All for him. All for a project that was doomed from the start.

You gasped a bit, your smile falling instantly as you watched Donnie suddenly burst into tears. He collapsed into his chair and hunched over, heaving sobs escaping him.

It was just too much at once, he was losing everything within a matter of weeks, and he couldn't do anything but watch as it all fell through his hands like sand.

You rushed over and sat down your coffees, kneeling in front of Donnie to try and see his face, being very mindful not to touch him.

"Donnie? Hun what's wrong?" You asked softly, gazing up at him with soft worried eyes.

He sniffled, glancing over at the parts on his table before shaking his head, "I don't- it- Shelldon and- and- ugh!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back and trying to pull himself back together.

"Shelldon? What about him? Aren't we fixing him?" You asked gently, watching as a bitter glare formed on his face.

"We can't! The circuits are- they're fried! And the motherboard cut clean through! I can't.. I can't fix him, and it's just one last thing on top of all these other things! And I.. I'm never getting him back and.." his lip wobbled and instantly he was right back into hysterics, throwing himself forward and holding onto you for dear life.

You instantly wrapped your arms around him in return, holding him close and frowning at nothing. He couldn't fix it.. so you'd have to do it for him.

You spent the next month and a half taking trips down to the hidden city. You asked around as much as you could before you finally found a yokai who claimed he used mystic power to fix things. Perfect, exactly what you needed.

It hadn't been hard to snatch Shelldon's parts from Donnie's lab, in fact when you asked him about it he practically begged you to take them, he compared the feeling to that of when you see a corpse in an open casket.

It had taken a lot of convincing and bribery for them to agree to help you, but eventually they gave in, letting you come down to supervise for a few hours every day.

And when you weren't in the hidden city, you were at the lair with Donnie, giving him as much comfort as he could handle at once.

And now finally, after almost two months of no sleep and constant trip fatigue, you held a fixed Shelldon in your arms.

You payed the other half of what was promised to the Yokai, cheering a thank you before you excited back to the surface, instantly turning Shelldon on as soon as you had made it.

The robot whirred in your arms, vibrating and warming at the touch, before suddenly his eyes were wide, moving his head up to look at you, he gave you his equivalent of a grin.

And you couldn't have been happier.

You quickly gave him the rundown of what had happened, unfortunately the damage had set his memory back a good bit, but it was no problem, you were happy to fill him in.

And when Donnie texted you, asking you where you were, you kicked your plan into action.

You waltzed into the lair five minutes later, a large backpack thrown over your shoulder.

Donnie, who was on his phone like normal, looked up and instantly zeroed in on said bag.

"If I may ask, what do you have?" He asked, standing up slowly.

"You may not ask. How's your day been so far DDR?" You smirked, watching as he floundered for a moment.

"Wh- It's been fine- what are you hiding in the bag." He asked again, getting suspicious now.

Perfect.

"What bag?"

"What bag-? The bag on your shoulder, what's in the bag?"

"What's a bag."

"Oh my gosh-" he huffed, reaching forward and grabbing the backpack from you.

"If you're going to be cryptic about it obviously I'm going to be curiou..s..." he trailed off, staring into the now open bag, with two LED eyes blinking up at him.

"..Shelldon?" He mumbled in disbelief, "But you were.. it was.. you couldn't have.. what?"

Shelldon slowly rose out of the bag, hovers whirring quietly. "They put me back together, got some help from the hidden city. I'm back and better than ever!" Shelldon spoke happily, as you watched with a grin.

Donnie turned to you, an awestruck disbelieving look that had you puffing your chest out in pride, before he turned back to Shelldon.

No more words were exchanged as Donnie quickly wrapped his arms around his so- I mean robot. And when Donnie tugged you into a group hug, well you couldn't deny them that.

#rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #Romeo Writes #especially prouf of the title im so creative #tbh i havent actually gotten super far in the show i dont know if shelldon is ooc or not fuc

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percyaugod · 6 months

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ROTTMNT: Donbot AU

AU where Donnie's old robotic backups for when he and his brothers die is still back at the destroyed lair. Most of them were damaged or destroyed in the Shredder attack. Donnie decides it's best to just abandon them and start over. Only taking some of the smaller pieces to use as scrap.

Cue months later. Donnie falls in battle, probably protecting one of his siblings. As he programmed it all memories are sent to the backup to be activated after someone's untimely demise. The new backups he was working on with Casey Jr aren't finished. Donnie is transferred to his old backup.

While his was the least damaged, it was still very much damaged. One arm was crushed and completely useless from falling debris that also left dents and craters throughout the body. The metal casing melted and warped from the heat of the fire. Delicate wiring is frayed and exposed.

When Don n°13 activates it can't see. Its visor that's supposed to relay visual input is cracked, only showing partial and corrupted images. For some reason it can't seem to process where it is or what happened. Something bad happened, it knows that, it's just not sure what.

It is… home? That statement feels both correct and incorrect. How is that even possible? Maybe because something seems missing? Something, no someone, is supposed to be here. Multiple someones. But it can't remember who.

It misses them. It doesn't like being alone.

It waits for… hours? Days? It's not sure, but it feels like a lifetime. Then again it just activated so technically it is a lifetime? That thought makes it sad. It doesn't like being sad. Or alone.

It wants the someones. It's not sure if it should wait more or not. The someones might come back but what if they don't? Maybe they are looking for it but don't know where it is? Yeah. If it went missing they are looking for it. This it knows for sure.

Maybe it would be easier if it looked for them too? They could find each other and it wouldn't be alone anymore. Then once together it can go home. Then maybe things would make sense again.

It tries to stand but falls hard on its front. Oh no. It doesn't know how to stand. Or probably walk for that matter. This is going to be a lot harder than it initially thought.

It spends so much more time just trying to stand than it wants to, but it stands, using a severely deformed metal stick it was able to glance through its glitching vision. Only to nearly trip over rubble as it took its first step. In its defense, it couldn't… see… it. Revaluating the situation it seems the problem isn't the ability to stand and walk, but the disadvantage of its vision causing it problems.

New objective: Find a replacement visor to make repairs.

Surprisingly, finding another is an easy task. The pieces of the other backups are still in the activation chamber. Parts from the L30 model would work best with its similar size and structure but it looks like that isn't an option. More of the same rubble that crushed its arm seems to have crushed L30's head. L30's arm on the other hand…

It can almost hear obnoxious laughter at the unintentional joke and it feels annoyed… and more lonely.

It looks at the other two backups. Mik37 and Ra94. Both heads are intact and the visor should be functional. Ra94's visor, as its size in general, is large and cumbersome and would probably get in the way. Mik37's though is small and compact and would be a far better mat-

Small round eyes look up from behind a piece of paper. He's holding up a detailed painting of a Galaxy and smiles hopefully. I hear myself say something but I can't understand what. His eyes light up brighter than any star. I want to protect that look no matter what.

… On second thought, Ra94's visor would probably offer more protection since it's overall built for durability. And the larger size could fit more upgrades.

It takes a while but it's able to make repairs. Luckily its creator was thoughtful enough to give it built-in tools in its back compartment to work with. Maybe it was supposed to fix things, maybe that's why it was created? To assist and better the lives of the someones through fixing and creating? It hopes so. It likes fixing things. Even if it's not maybe the someones will kind enough to let it.

Objective: Find replacement visor to make repairs- Completed✓

Returning to main objective- Main objective: Find Someones.

While the visor is big as it predicted it's not bothering it nearly as much as L30's arm. While extremely similar in size and shape the coloring is completely different. It doesn't know why but the asymmetry is extremely upsetting! It needs to cover it up. It searches the destroyed lair for anything to cover it. There's, not a lot here. Seriously, what happened here? Yet another question to ask the someones, great.

After endless searching through the rubble, under a particularly large pile of small rocks and metal, was a dirty purple hoodie. It's honestly absolutely filthy but it's big enough to fit Donn°13 and then some. It hangs loose and easily covers its arms. It thinks it really likes the color purple.

Now he just needs better parts for repairs.

The turtles are on patrol and see some guy trying to rob a place, been there and done that. Of course, Leo, trying to pretend everything is fine and his twin isn't dead, goes in guns blazing. Knocks the guy flat on his face, grabs the stuff, starts to gloat, etc.

Then he notices the hoodie. The very familiar hoodie with several stains that Leo himself caused. The hoodie that was lost in their lair, their old home, and this guy had the gal to go walking around like he owned the place. So of course Leo demand answers. Only to be sent flying.

Don n°13 is being actively attacked and self-defense protocols have been engaged.

All It could really process is that it's being attacked. While actively defending itself it doesn't have the time to diverge resources to identify the would-be attacker. Attackers when the others come to defend Leo. They just lost one brother, they're not risking losing another.

The only thing keeping it from doing more major attacks is they're likely to draw unwanted attention and would be draining its battery. Which could put it at a disadvantage if it powers down while fighting. Raph and Leo are fighting for their lives and Mikey is just, frozen. That's Donnie's hoodie. They thought that was lost with the rest of the lair. That's Donnie's and if this keeps up it's going to be destroyed, just like… He's got to get it back.

The other three are so caught up in the fight they don't notice Mikey creeping up behind Don n°13. Not until Mikey grabs the edge of the hood and it whips around to face the new threat.

Except, it's not a new threat. It's the orange someone from the… file? Memory? That doesn't matter! It found one of the someones! I finally found you! Do you have any idea he long I've been looking? Neither do I! I'm not very good at keeping track of the passage of time.

It stops when it notices the someone wincing. Are they in pain? Wait. Were they one of the ones it was fighting? Oh no. It was just a misunderstanding I swear!

Then it hears it. When it tries to talk all that comes out is a horrible, garbled static. Its voice box is busted. It never thought to check it. It never needed to there was no one to talk to before now.

This is awful. It messed up and attacked the someones and now it can't even apologize. They're still holding onto the hoodie weakly tugging at it. Do they want it? Maybe if it gives them the hoodie they'll realize it's sorry?

It quickly slips off the hoodie and hands it to the orange someone. They look at it and start… crying? No no no no. This wasn't what it wanted at all! It wanted to make them happy not sad! Why are emotions so complicated!?

It completely forgot about the other two until it heard an almost painful intake of breath. Turning around showed similar faces of pain and sorrow, the red someone also crying. What did it do wrong?

It would be so painful. At first, none of them were sure what it was even supposed to be. They want to hope that it somehow is Donnie but it still attacked them. Is it some project that Donnie tried to scrap because it got out of control, is that why it looks so awful? Donnie probably would have had a reason to. Maybe they should just destroy it?… No. They can't do that. There's so little left of Donnie as is.

They decide to take it back to the lair. Let Casey Jr and Shelldon take a look at it. Maybe they know what it is or what it's meant to be used for. Raph leads the way while holding a still sobbing Mikey and Leo watches it from behind to make sure it doesn't try anything.

As soon as they enter the lair they hear the system say, "Donatello back up designation: Don n°13 active and recognized. Lifting lab lockdown. Welcome back, Sir." Everyone slowly turns to the equally confused robot.

Just as they're about to start asking questions Casey Jr runs straight into it. "Why didn't you tell me there was an operational backup!? I thought the incomplete project was the only one! I thought you were gone! I thought that I lost you again!" It doesn't respond. Just stares back and blinks slowly.

Fear starts to cross Casey Jr's face as he starts to really look at the robot. "Oh pizza supreme. There's so much damage. How is it even active? Donnie? Are you in there?" It doesn't answer for it doesn't know.

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