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kisses4choso · 6 months

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#DAD?

SYNOPSIS: when you first meet their adoptive kids CHARACTERS: s. gojo & s. geto WARNINGS: mildly suggestive (geto), ages 19/18 [according to the manga] NOTE: pretend geto didn't commit genocide... he brought the girls back to jujutsu tech and lived happily ever after!

when GOJO first introduces megumi and tsumiki to you, you're a bit conflicted. the first thing you think? yeah, gojo was right in being scared of a kid that's a third of his age; poor megumi looked identical to his father. the second? they're so young, they're actual kids. gojo is so young. you are so young.

"nice to meet you. i've heard lots about you," is the only thing you can offer to the children other than a warm smile. the boy stares at you before looking off to the side, and his sister nudges him, smiling at you politely.

"us too," the little girl says, "professor gojo says you're pretty a lot," she stumbles over her words a bit before deciding on something, "and you make really good cup ramen."

"professor gojo said that?" you look up at him from where you're squatting on the ground, tickled by the funny nickname, and you're happy to see a cute smile dancing across his face. "then i'll have to treat you to some ramen soon."

she nods, still flashing her smile, although it's missing a few teeth, and megumi remains looking off to the side.

"are you gonna be in charge of us too?" he suddenly asks, his blunt words a contrast to his little voice.

satoru answers for you, squatting down to meet the boy's eyes (probably, it's hard to see where he's looking with those glasses), "we're still figuring that out, kid. are ya tryna get rid of me or somethin'?"

megumi mumbles something under his breath, and whatever it is, it earns him a pointed sideways glance from his sister.

"wanna say that louder?" he challenges the boy, but megumi responds by sticking his tongue out at him. gojo mimics his actions, just like a boy would. because that's exactly what he is, a teenage boy.

"thought so! alright, you two, can you give us adults a second to talk? we gotta talk about..." he trails off, turning his head to face you directly, "taxes, or somethin'. we'll be in my room. be on your best behavior please, we have a guest."

"pinky promise," tsumiki says, kissing her thumb and holding out her hand. surprise washes over gojo's features, but he quickly composes himself, mirroring tsumiki and allowing her to link her pinky to his. she presses her thumb to his, effectively sealing the promise.

cute, he thinks, how hard would it be for megumi to be like that?

gojo then decisively sticks his pinky out to megumi, but the boy gives him a weary look, and he frowns. "well, holler if ya need me!"

and with that, he's rushing you off to his room, closing his door behind him, lowering his voice, and tugging off his glasses, "so? whaddya think?"

"about?" you stall, finding comfort in his bed as if it were your own. you feel his eyes on you, you always do, but this time it's that look. he's analyzing your every move, your flow of energy, your darting eyes; you're not sure if it would be more effective to acknowledge it or let it go. he stands in front of you, so it's hard to ignore, but you persist.

he hesitates before speaking, a rare occasion, "remember how i said i wanna be a teacher at tech?" he doesn't wait for your answer, "i think, if i try hard enough, i can start teaching right now. the boy has lots of potential, and i want to develop that. can't let it be wasted with the z'enins."

you move your lips, but he anticipates your words, "i know, i'm not even twenty yet," he brushes a hand through his hair, "i don't want his power to be a burden to him. he wants to protect his sister. i can help him."

"i know you can, satoru. it's what you want to do, and i know above everything else, you're stubborn," you finally meet his gaze, and you find the troubled twist of his lips. "but will you have time?"

"i've got enough money..." he says, deflating at your unconvinced sigh, "i'll find a way."

seeing him so caught up in this tugs on your heartstrings a little, and the slight pout on his lips doesn't do much to help your heartache. you say what you were scared to from the moment he mentioned the two children, "i can help."

for the second time that evening, shock laces itself onto his face. you look a little startled by your own words. the reality of being responsible for raising two children on top of developing megumi's cursed technique against the wishes of arguably the most powerful sorcerer clan... it was heavy.

"ya don't gotta, i just wanted to know if i'm crazy or not for adopting two young kids at my age."

"you're always a little crazy, no? and i want to," you say, and a beat of silence passes between the two of you, the six eyes user taking a particularly sharp breath.

"you're okay with raising those two brats? with me?" he dismisses your first comment, the last question a little quieter.

he takes a step closer to you and crosses his fingers in hopes you'd say yes. a selfish thought, but it means another reason to convince you to move in with him. another reason to spend nights and days together. yet another reason to love you.

"yes, professor, but with all these missions, you'll practically be an absent father... figure," you reach out to him, pulling him closer by his waistband.

he smiles, slumping his weight in the spot right next to you as if his king bed couldn't hold him anywhere else, "not much different than what they're used to."

"satoru," you bat his shoulder, and he laughs, dimples on display. you don't miss the questions hidden in his eyes, and you wish he'd lean over just a little for you, maybe let him steal a kiss or two as a remedy. you continue, "we turned out all right, i'm sure they'll be okay with you."

"with us," he corrects, "and i turned out amazing, by the way."

he turns to you, attention completely fixed on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, at his expense, but the laugh is for him. uncharacteristic emotion comes over him for a moment, but his gaze is as steady as always, and in the moment he's sure he'd done something in his past life right, "but i hope they learn more from you."

"mimiko, nanako, come say hi," GETO calls to the girls as he opens his door for you. you were at his house as a 'surprise' he said, so you felt the necessity to get the two girls a few gifts.

he moves aside to allow you in, and immediately you're aware of the unusual mess in his living room. the building blocks, dolls, hair bows, plushies, toy cars, and puzzles make it look like a daycare.

his lips meet your forehead, "hey, you didn't have to get them anything. they're spoiled."

"i see that," you laugh, grabbing onto his freshly manicured hand as he leads you to set your things down on the coffee table.

his hair is messily braided as well, and you take out your phone to get a picture, but your attention is caught by two pairs of thundering steps coming toward you.

"mister geto! look what we drew for..." nanako quickly stops herself, her feet screeching to a halt, her sister bumps into her back.

mimiko yelps, not expecting the blonde to halt so suddenly. she peeks over her, searching the living room and finding you sitting on the couch. her part of the couch.

"what a cute," geto hesitates, turning away from you and toward the hall, "cat?"

nanako pouts, casting her gaze toward her feet, "it's supposed to be you with kitty ears."

geto quickly clears his throat, "i know, i was just kiddin'."

he glances back at you, the remenants of a smile in his eyes. he definitely did not know.

"who the heck's that?" the blonde says, leaning to the side to get a good look at you. "i thought you were gonna bring the guy with the weird eyes."

"nanako," geto's sharp eyes are not visible to you, but you know he's giving her a disapproving look with how she tenses. "come here, please. this is who i was talking about earlier when you weren't paying attention."

the two girls share eye contact (although the meaning of it is known only to them) and reluctantly step forward, the brunette behind the blonde.

the dynamic was obvious to you, nanako was the loud one, and mimiko was the shy one. it was cute, the way they held each other's hand upon coming closer from where they stood in the hall.

suguru attempts to push the two little girls toward you once they reach him, but they both hide behind him. your heart warms at the sight; nanako's looking up at geto, hugging his leg while mimiko squishes the side of her face against his other leg and looks at you.

you break the ice by introducing yourself, a little discouraged when they simply blink at you.

time for the trick up your sleeve.

"i brought these here for you. they're from kyoto, and i heard you wanted to try them."

their eyes instantly brighten, and they both look up at geto, waiting for his permission. he smiles at them, giving them both a quick nod, and they run toward the long couch.

"excuse me, can we open them?" mimiko asks, and you think that even if you tried, you couldn't find it in your heart to deny the girl anything.

you hand each of them a sparkly gift bag, "of course, hon. they're for you."

geto follows closely behind them as they wander over to the couch, opting to sit down on the floor right in front of you, between both of the girls.

mimiko opens her bag carefully, removes the tissue papers one by one, and gasps when she sees what's at the bottom. she turns to nanako and her mess, holding up her snacks. "look!"

they were giggling, trading a few of their gifts, and having fun with the extra plushies you had thrown in there.

"what do we say?" geto interrupts them while they're lost in their own world, but they don't seem bothered in the least.

"thank you so much!" they both exclaim at the same time, mimiko a little louder than normal.

you turn to geto as they wander into the kitchen to excitedly eat their snacks, "they're great girls. i can't believe those people would..."

geto winces, holding your hand delicately, "i know. but they're doing good so far. i think you made a good impression, they're not so quick to trust people."

you smile, a newfound hope inside you, "i can tell they adore you. you'd make a good dad, suguru."

you lean down to give him a quick kiss, but something changes in his expression, and he holds your chin in his hand, stopping you from meeting his lips. he smiles at your frown, a teasing lilt in his voice when he speaks, "don't say things like that."

"or what?" you know just how to get under his skin, and although your original comment wasn't meant to bother him, it's given you an opening.

his pupils are dilated; you can almost guess what he's about to say, or perhaps do, and--

"hi, do you wanna try?" nanako suddenly speaks, and you both jump, so caught up in your own world, that you hadn't noticed the girls' presence.

"thank you," you say, taking a chip from the bag she held to you, and geto does the same. mimiko offers you gummy bears, and you take one as well.

still a little startled, geto mouths a 'sorry' to you, and you merely shake your head, enjoying the sweet gummy.

he'd no longer have the benefit of having you all to himself in his house anymore; having no privacy was almost guaranteed with kids like mimiko and nanako.

but he thinks it might be worth it, seeing the way the girls smile as you compliment their hairdos, and watching you laugh as they take credit for his. he glances at your hands as you cover your eyes for a game of hide and seek, eyes caught on the glint of the promise ring on your index finger.

no, he didn't mind it one bit.

haruta's better than me, if nanami was that close to me...

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto x reader #dad gojo #dad geto #mimiko and nanako #megumi and tsumiki #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x you #geto x you #jjk imagines

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daydreamabout · 9 months

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3:15 (Oscar Diaz Imagine)

Summary: You're in a situationship with Oscar, not sure if you want to be official. Inspired by 3:15 by Russ. All I ever tried to do was help you understand and grow Light the way for truths that if not for me simply wouldn't show 'Less you get somebody else who's on my level, but you know That there's no one on my level, you gon' realize if you don't I wish you would own up to your flaws And just say that you're wrong when you're wrong Instead of actin' like you're right, then it turns into a fight Now you're stormin' out my house in the middle of the night “What's on your mind?” Oscar interrupted your few kisses. You were currently all over him in your bedroom, as usually. You pecked his soft lips one more time and sighed “I don't think you should do it tomorrow.” you spoke softly. Your lover's dark eyes looked at you for a few seconds before he frowned “Don't start this shit again.” The anger about the same situation started to boil within you, so you got off of Oscar and laid on your back. “What is your problem?” you spat at him. The sudden tension in the room was obvious. He suddenly sat on the edge of your bed and gave you an intimidating look over his right. “I don't think we're close enough to have this kind of conversation!” “Wow.” You didn't know how else to react. He was obviously refering to the fact that you weren't sure how to label your 'thing'. You cared, a lot. But he was part of a gang and you cared too much about other people's opinions too. “I think you should go home. ”you let out bluntly without thinking. He turned his head away from you and let out a dry laugh “You know.... I fucking might!” and stormed off. ***

How come when I love somebody, part of me don't wanna stay? Every time I get too close, I just start pushing them away I know, I know Maybe I just wanna leave before they try to leave me first Maybe I don't wanna need 'em 'til they say they need me first I know, I know (yeah, yeah, yeah) Damned if I do, damned if I don't Drank Tequila, I can't drive home Hard to play cool, heart belongs to you I know that if I show that I keep my walls up, if you want me then you better start to climb WoMen who love me aren't rare WoMen who mean it hard to find Somethin' tells me that I'm right about you Please, don't prove me wrong They say love's a song for fools We're wise enough to sing along “Back off!” you raised your voice and pushed the guy to the side. You were frustraded, ended up at someone's houseparty, drank enough Tequila to not drive home by yourself, but not enough to forget about Os. The porch made an exceptable place to sit down for a bit and re-think your previous thoughts. You wanted him. All to yourself. So you took all your courage and dialed his number. Oscar picked up after a while, but did not say anything. You could just see the seconds of the phonecall on your screen. “Can you pick me up?” you asked carefully. You could hear him sigh into the phone. “Where are you?” *** It took about 20 minutes until you could see the familiar red car pull into the street. You slowly got up and neared yourself the sidewalk. The car came to stand right in front of you, but before you even had the chance to get in, your lover already got out. He stood right in front of you and looked deep into your eyes. “You're in my head.” you said while pointing to your temple. The alcohol was definitely kicking. His eyes softened and you felt like there was a slight smile on his lips. He took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on it “Get in the car, Y/N. ” You continued to stare into his eyes. “I want everyone to know about us. ” His face seemed to light up a bit. He pulled you in and kissed your forehead before whispering in your ear “Get in babe, we'll talk about it tomorrow.”

But now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a game we do I tell myself I'm not that into you But I don't wanna sleep, it's quarter after three And now it's hard to breathe I'm not in love, it's just a thing we make We're skin on skin, I need this spell to break, oh But I don't wanna go, and I know that you know You're in my head like

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bitchb0ybunny · 4 months

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How TF141 would react to you crying when they pick you up..

Cant sleep, have a doctors appointment real early in the morning, and can't get this out of my head as a plus-sized person. Please enjoy this, I'm so tired :3

-Ghost would probably be one of the only ones of the group to actually understand why you started crying.. He's seen you stare at yourself in the mirror, he's watched you change clothes a million times because you didn't like how your stomach was showing, or how the open back of a top showed off your back rolls, or how your thighs refused to be contained by the leggings you squeezed yourself into over the course of fifteen or so minutes. He knew you didn't like your body, and that because of your size and weight you hadn't been picked up in a long time. Nobody had even attempted it since you were young.

So when he randomly picked you up at the grocery store and held you up so you could reach something on the back of the top shelf, holding you up as if you weighed nothing because he most certainly has had to carry and/or hold a lot heavier things, he knew why you started crying almost immediately. When he you eventually grab what you couldn't reach beforehand, he sets you down and holds you tightly, letting you cry and mumble for a few minutes before you two kept shopping. "Shh... shh... it's alright, sweetheart.. No, no, you're not to heavy for me, not even close... Let it out, your alright.."

-Soap would be confused.. Why are you crying? He just picked you up and moved you to a different couch cushion so he could sit with you. Did he hurt you? Why are tears streaming down those adorable little round cheeks? Did he grab you too hard, move you too suddenly and scare you? You had looked half asleep, so maybe? Had he made you uncomfortable, overwhelmed you maybe? He was confused and worried, he thought he did something wrong.. Doesn't really know what to do, but will comfort you as best as he can once he finds out why you started crying. "Bonnie, I dinnae mean to hurt ya-... Ya didn't expect me ta move ya? 'Too heavy'? Sure, yer a bit of a challenge, but I'm a strong lad. I've carried 'lot heavier."

-Price Probably a mix of confusion and understanding.. At first, he was like Soap. He thought he hurt you, he's been a Soldier for 20+ years so sometimes he forgets his own strength, but would immediately understand after asking a few questions..

"Did I hurt you, love? You a'right?.. Awh, don't give me that, sweetheart. Just cause I got a bit of a tummy don't mean I can't pick you up, I'm still a Soldier y'know." Would definitely laugh a little at his own comments or jokes.. He's got that 'I dont care, Im old and tired' kinda view on it. "'m old, tired, and scarred. Just happy someone as gorgeous as yourself finds the time to love me, I don't care if you have stretch marks or rolls or somethin... Hell, I got 'em too."

-Gaz would probably be confused as all hell, but still try and comfort you.. He had just picked you up cause he wanted a quick snuggle, after all. "Hey, hey, what're those tears about, beauty? Don't cry, y'got nothin to cry about right now, I gotcha.." Would definitely hold you a bit tighter, rubbing his hands along your sides even if you have rolls that make it a little bit difficult. He loves your rolls & your chub, loves to trace along your stretch marks when you cuddle at night.. He figures it out a little while later, but doesn't say anything to you. He doesn't want to make you embarrassed.. But you do notice that he's picking you up more often, often picking you up while giving you a big 'ole bear hug.. He loves you, after all, so why not use his extra muscles from work to show that?

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callie-the-creator · 3 months

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and they were roommates

sfw. warnings: reader is gender-neutral, mild scott pilgrim vs. the world spoilers, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, migraines, hangovers, angst, a sad wallace, etc.

author’s note: scott is my least favorite character, so expect some jabs to be thrown at him in here. anyway, sorry if this is trash or too cringeworthy. i tried my best, y’all ✌🏻

• you’ve known of wallace through a few stories your closest friend, stacey pilgrim. you mainly just listened to her rant about him stealing a few of her boyfriends.

— sadly though, wallace ended up breaking things off with other scott…and jimmy…and that other guy that he can’t remember the name of. the good thing is that scott finally moved out since he is planning on living with ramona. still…it did get a little lonely at times.

• because of how sad and isolated he felt, wallace began to drink. well, more than usual anyway. every night he could be seen lounging at his favorite bar with a generous of empty beer bottles/cans in front of him.

• it wasn’t until the fourth night of this repetitive cycle is when wallace met you: [name: y/n l/n. occupation: bartender. 24 years old and he’s never seen you until tonight which is surprising since wallace practically knows everybody.]

— right off the bat, you two hit it off right away. there was an underlying tension there but for the first few occurrences when you either bumped into wallace in the street or found him at the bar, it goes untouched & unmentioned.

• that was until wallace asked for you phone number when he is drunk. it was really sappy, but he was still nice about it. it makes you happy that wallace isn’t an angry drunk, like whatsoever. he’s just happy to be there and very sleepy. there were a few times where you had to give him over to his place because you didn’t trust him to get there on his own.

• you were always so kind to him, always treating him better than he probably deserved.

• needless to say, it didn’t take long for wallace to think of you in the highest regards. you two even started hanging out outside of the bar where you work at. if he needed something to be picked up, you’ll do it with no questions asked or you would sometimes pay for his coffee if you were out to get yourself a drink too.

— just after a few weeks of knowing you, wallace fell head over heels. and he had it bad.

• of course, he tried to suppress his feelings and tried his damn best to not make it obvious. so, what did our dear wallace do to ensure that? he started to ignore you, partially at least, and became awkward. like…scott pilgrim-level awkward. it’s weird since wallace has always been known to be the complete opposite of his ex-roommate. he’s very easy going, calm, and the voice of reason to many.

• he’s a flirt too. so, why are you having this effect on him? he just couldn’t understand why he suddenly became a bumbling idiot.

• you were worried that you did something to push wallace away, but all your questions were answered when you returned one night to find that he left a drunken message in your answering machine.

— “hey, you know, hic, i've been thinkin', like, a lot. (long pause) and, um, i just wanna say, you're, like, really somethin' special, ya know? (slight slur) i feel all mushy and stuff, but yeah, i kinda, sorta...love you, maybe? (awkward pause) yeah, that's it. hic”

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yaksha-lover · 10 months

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I have just fallen in love with your vampire AU lol (you may have seen me going through the tag in your notifs haha)

I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you'd be up for writing something cute like - how would some of the vampire AU guys (Epel, Ace, Ruggie, and Malleus) react if they asked the reader to date them/be their S/O only for the reader to react with a pause and respond 'i thought we were already dating..?' all flustered and embarrassed about the misunderstanding (if that's cool with you lol)

Your writing is super awesome, keep being amazing! And remember to stay hydrated! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

This is super cute, thanks for requesting!

Malleus would love how absolutely love how adorable you are when you’re flustered. While he wasn’t sure of your own feelings, in his mind he’s already hearing wedding bells as soon as you start to get close, so it’s not like he’s much different to you. He already thought of you as his, he just wanted you to confirm it with your words. Would tease you:

“You’ve already decided to give yourself to a vampire before hearing my terms? How salacious of you~”

Ace secretly thinks you’re cute but would definitely use this as an opportunity to make fun of you. He was fairly sure you felt the same as him, but loves to hear you say it. Teases you about being presumptuous, but quickly retracts if it makes you upset. Will take you on surprisingly tasteful and romantic dates. If you even mention him biting you now that he’s your boyfriend, you’ll get him as red in the face as his hair.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re just cute when you’re flustered. If I’ve been your boyfriend for a while without knowing, I guess I must have a lot of dates to take you on to make up for lost time.”

Epel would honestly malfunction for a moment. You might be worried that he’s suddenly changed his mind but really the thought of, ‘You mean I’ve spent countless hours in pining wondering if you like me as more than a friend just for you to think we were dating the whole time??’ is running through his mind. Decides to play it off casually (he is blushing and avoiding eye contact).

“Well, I knew we were somethin’, but I’m traditional. I wanted to make things official by asking ya out on a date.”

Ruggie gets flustered by your words, so the two of you are pretty much in the same boat. He didn’t really know if you thought of him as more than a friend, so this he’s fighting a smile at how well things went. He’s a little cheeky once he recovers from his intial reaction.

“We’ve been dating this whole time but you’ve never offered me your blood. Do you know how much money I could’ve saved? Just kidding. You’re sweet.”

#twst x reader #twst vampire au #malleus draconia x reader #ace trapolla x reader #epel felmier x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #malleus draconia #ace trappola #epel felmier #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland #twst

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astermath · 11 months

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happy birthday

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary: carmen reminds you it’s your birthday. the two of you celebrate in your own way.

word count: 0.8K

notes: got inspired by @superhoeva and her super cute carmen blurbs, def check her stuff out!! lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list for further carmen berzatto related content! requests are open!

By now, you’re used to closing up with Carmen. You were used to his routine of cleaning up and organizing, the order in which he’d do things, the cigarette you shared after you were done.

And Carmen had gotten used to you too. The songs you’d hum as you mopped the floor, the way you’d sneakily organize the documents on his desk, the way you always put the spices back in the wrong order, but it was fine, because it was you.

So needless to say you were a bit surprised when your usual routine was disturbed. You were in the middle of dusting off the cooker hood when he suddenly disappeared. “Carmy?” You’d called out, putting the cloth away for a moment to go look for him. What a great setup for a horror movie this would have been...

You walked into his office and looked around, until your eyes fell on a single slice of pie on his desk, adorned with a lit birthday candle. You raised an eyebrow, approaching and noticing the card besides it.

You noticed a shadow behind you, and there he was, leaning against the doorway. Though that still didn’t explain things for you, a confused expression remaining on your face. “What’s this for?” You question, gesturing to the dessert.

A small smile graced his typically tired features. “S’your birthday today.”

Oh.

Fuck, right.

“Oh... Shit.” You said, chuckling to yourself. You recalled you told him in passing over a month ago, complaining that you didn’t have time to celebrate and that the years were practically passing you by.

You sat down at his desk, inspecting the clearly store bought card. It read “it’s a girl!”, with “girl” crossed out in red sharpie and your age written beneath it.

“It was the only one they had left,” Carmen said, returning to sit at his desk with you with the rest of the pie. “I hope the pie makes up for it.”

You chuckled. “Absolutely,” you glanced at the candle”, “now do I make a wish or somethin’?”

“You can.” He started cutting himself a slice.

“Hm... Alright.” You leaned in, closing your eyes and blowing out the candle. “Now I gotta taste this. Made it yourself?”

He rolled his eyes, laughing sarcastically. “I’m offended you’d think I’d curse your birthday with store bought pie. Dig in.”

You obliged, taking a bite and leaning back in your seat, nodding. “Mhm, mhm... As expected, delicious.” You went in for another bite. “Never took you for a pastry chef.”

“Me neither,” He took a bite himself, “improvised a bit for the special occasion.”

Your heart fluttered slightly at the thought of him going out of his comfort zone a bit just to make you something nice. All for an occasion you didn’t even remember. As much as he sucked at showing it, he did really care about his crew. And... Maybe just a little more about you specifically. But he’d never admit that to the rest.

The two of you enjoy a slice of pie in relative silence, before returning to the parking lot, sitting on the curb, where he lit a cigarette.

“You know,” you started, “I haven’t done anything for my birthday in years.” You looked at him, the glow emitting from his lighter doing wonders for framing his face. Even after a painfully long shift, he was still so pretty. You’d even go as far the tiredness of his features added to his look.

“Well,” He handed you the cigarette, “hope this was a nice change of pace.” Your fingers linger over each other a little longer than usual when you take it from him.

“Yeah,” you smile, “it was.” You brought it to your lips, looking up at the night sky, and Carmen did the same. “Although I could think of something else that could have made it even better.”

Carmen smiled slightly, thinking your answer would have been something along the lines of “whipped cream” or “champagne”.

What he didn’t expect was to feel your hand on his cheek, bringing his attention towards you, and to feel your soft lips on his.

You flicked the cigarette to the side and tilted your head slightly, leaning in further to deepen the kiss. He returned it after getting over his initial surprise, hands not moving as he was still processing what was happening. Just like it had been ages since you’d celebrated your birthday, it had been ages since he’d been kissed. If he could even remember the last time...

You pulled away after a few moments, eyes remaining closed in fear of opening them and it all being a dream. They fluttered open at the feeling of his hand coming up to touch your jaw.

“Shit... That...” He started, eyes half lidded and cheeks tinged pink with a soft blush.

“Don’t you dare say ‘that was fire chef’...” You laughed and he followed along, foreheads leaning against each other as you both savored the moment.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t.” He smiled, leaning in once again.

Damn.

You didn’t expect your birthday wish to come true so quickly.

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tassodelmiele · 5 days

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Noisy little mess

Hi sweetie ⁓

I swear to god i'm dreaming about the future plot lately, and I chukle in my sleep since it's so funny dealing with (stalking) the Task Force even if i shouldn't laugh about the things i'm thinking about and i'm so happy to see you've got the same problem as me.

Send hugs to wherever you are ⁓

DISCLAIMERS: clean from smut, but a lot of ignoring feelings and responsabilities; GhostxReader and his will to pretend she doesn't exist (spoiler, he fails); how-to-not-doing-a-mission-safely; a sprinkle of paternal chat; Task Force being misterious about their Lt.; ghosts scared of gnomes.

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Third part here:

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You don't know how you've managed to come back safely to your room.

What you do know is that, since yesterday, your Lt is nowhere to be found.

Oh, and you've finally got menstruations. Soap is the first one who gets aware of this, welcoming you at the breakfast table with the sweetest:

«Ye're finally bleeding, aren't ye?»

Gaz throws him a bunch of towels before Price manages to save the few left, hiding them under his plate.

You sit next to Johnny. It is so rare to have the Captain at breakfast, and it is even…suspicious. You swallow your oatmeal silently, gazing at Price till he murmurs: «What is it?» that smells like coffee and late night work.

«Mmmnothin'»

He sighs, finally raising his sight at you.

«Spit it out. What's wrong?»

«Mmmh…»

He sips his black coffee while exchanging a sight war with you, who're looking at him through the spoonful of chocolate oatmeal, eyes sharpened as a knife. Price leans toward you, willing to win the challenge, when Gaz suddenly asks:

«Have someone seen the Lt? I need to give him a-»

«Speaking of him-» you suddenly burst, breaking the eye contact with Price just to make him sighs for the second times in five minutes. He raises an hand toward your face.

«If you're seeking revenge for your injury-»

«I'm not» you reply almost immediately. «Even if he was a dick»

Price scolds you immediately with a threatening: «language, rookie»

You scroll your shoulders, knowing well you can push yourself so far just 'cause they don't really care about discipline towards each other. At least not at breakfast.

«He's disappeared. So: either he really is a ghost, and he vanished; or he's hiding from me»

Gaz was about to make a joke on your words, but he suddenly stops, with his fork still stuck on the omelet.

«…what? Why from you?»

«Ye'r not that scary»

«I bet i am»

«Hold on, hold on»

Price makes his way through the speech, raising his hands to gain silence. Then he looks at you like he's watching a child trying to convince an ice cream he's not about to eat it.

«So that's what it's going on» and murmurs to himself: «that bloody liar…»

You gasp in surprise, just to make some drama, and Johnny follows your move like a Victorian damoiselle. You slam your hands on the table before Price could speak again, or try to run away from his own words, and you suddenly remember about your elbow. Painful moans are choked in your guts as you spit out a too loud:

«Explain»

And Price answer with an abrupt:

«No»

And Johnny puts out his best puppy eyes, leaning on the table toward his Captain:

«Please! We need to know!»

«We?» John looks at him like he's surrounded by chatty widows. «Why in the bloody hell would you like to know somethin' you're not even involved in?»

«At this point 's a matter of principle»

«A what?»

«We're a team, secrets can't tear us apart»

«That's not a secret»

«Than speak»

«Is it about the fact that Ghost is either tryna kill or getting acquainted with her?»

Three pairs of eyes suddenly glare toward Gaz, who once again freezes with his fork balanced toward his mouth. He smiles nervously.

«…am I allowed to feel in danger?»

Johnny answer with a too sudden: «yes»

Price takes out a cigar with nonchalance, pointing it at Garryk « So you've noticed. At least one brain in my team is not totally burnt»

«Waitwaitwait» you bring back to you the attention, raising an hand to take the floor. «Is he really scared of me? That's why I haven't seen him around in 24 hours?»

«He told me he needed to figure something out 'cause of a problem you've made». Price gives you a look. «I've thought of talking to you about it, but… I'm not blind, rookie. And now that you've speak about him fearing you…i kinda understand what it's passing through his mind»

Gaz nods in agreement. Johnny takes his time to think about it, and after ten seconds of the other two staring at him he eventually realizes something.

Something that you're not getting.

Your eyes jump on their faces with the urge of the only gamer in the team who doesn't know how to cheat. Your fingers dig deeper in the cuticles as you see the three men stand up and make their way out of the dining hall.

«Hey! You can't leave with the secret all to yourself!»

«Sorry kid»

Price pat your head before waving at you, leaving you with what's left of your oatmeal and a few, terse words:

«If he'll feels like it, he'll tell you»

He stops. He suddenly turns serious.

«Do you think you're ready to show us how reliable you are?»

You falter, mumbling: «…yeah…?»

«Good. I've got a work for you, rookie»

Documents are on his desk. Not just any pile of paper: the pile of paper, the intel they were waiting for, the information they've searched for for almost three months.

Ghost is reading the sheets again and again. Yeah, there's no doubt: it's what they've needed, and it is there, on his desk, spawned out of nowhere when he was away for a…mission. Let's call it a mission.

He should be pleased. Happy to say the least, since this kinda intel's like food from heaven for the task force.

But he's…kinda lost in his thoughts. Almost annoyed.

«Who in the bloody hell…» he murmurs as he takes a look at the sheets, not even realizing that someone else has entered the room.

«your fav rookie»

Price's voice makes him fall from his thought's tree. Ghost glares at him through the mask, inspecting his Cap who's clinging on the door frame with a lot of nonchalance, arms crossed and an amused smile on his face.

«…ya'r not meaning-»

«I am»

«Mh»

«surprised? She did an hell of a job, in a good way» he comes in, shutting the door. «She's a good one»

«yeah…»

«That's all you've got?»

Ghost almost stops to breath; his gaze at Price's like laser beam, and he has to collect enough air to blow out a stern:

«Do ya need something else? 'Ve got work to do»

And Price waste no time to smile back a:

«Old demons eat your tongue?»

To what Ghost' s answer's a growl: «mh»

Price shakes his shoulders, approaching the door to go out. «Just an impression of mine»

Ghost's voice stops him at the door knob:

«Ya'r wrong»

«Mmm, yeah? About what?»

«Stop thinking about it, i know you are»

«Tell me what to think then»

«She's not like that»

«Oh, so there is a "she" in your brain»

«Don't read into it»

«You know what's fun?» the Captain comes back, taking a seat in front of Ghost, pointing at him with his judgmental finger «You're dealing with her like she's blackmailing you, or something. Nervous smiles, stupid revenges…»

«Bullshits»

«'S that so? And how do ya call the little problem during training session?»

«A problem. That's all»

«Ghost-»

«No»

He stands, turning his back at the Captain. And that, for him, was the end of the chat.

But not for Price.

«Is not a shame falling for someone»

And the Lt. gives him the coldest glare, jerking his sight at his Cap.

«I'm not» he spit with a harsh voice.

Price doesn't move. He checks his pocket, taking his first cigar of the day just to put it through his lips and chewing the tip lightly, eyes glued to Ghost's. The Cap. nods.

«Good to know» he murmurs.

That was the end of the story. Or at least Ghost has hoped so.

Three days later, he can't help but walk through the base with his eyes fixed on every rookie who stands in his way. He had searched the dining room every morning, checked the training field, the goddamn gym in the evening, even waited for a few minutes every time he passed by her room.

Nothing.

None.

No sign of aggressive gnomes around.

Ghost sips his black coffee in complete silence, glaring at everyone for no apparent reason. He needed to end that odd feeling, those annoying jumps of adrenaline, the bad sensation that something hostile was growing within his stern, cold behavior, breaking it from the inside, scratching away the metal wrap he had built to better control every inch of himself.

And he needed to have her in front of him, speaking out loud the reasons why she was eating his insides like a virus, and asking her, gently or not, to try her best and pretend the two of them do not know each other.

Feeling things for others, either bad or good…it wasn't for him.

«Bloody little idiot…»

«Hope ye'r not talking 'bout me»

Ghost's gaze raises as Johnny joins his solitary coffee-sipping ritual. He put his mug on the table, spreading around chocolate aroma.

The Lt. recognizes it immediately: «That's her goddamn pudding»

«I'm addicted»

Breakfast brings back silent eating and mumbling on caffeine. Soap devours his oatmeal, waiting.

'Cause he knows he just has to wait.

It takes Ghost just one minute and a half to burst out a pretended unselfish:

«Maybe she has eaten that much chocolate that she's become one bar»

«Mh?»

«She's nowhere to be found in person, it seems»

«Are ye searching for her?»

«'Cause of the intel she'd collected» he rushes a justification that Soap doesn't really buy. Johnny almost absorbs his last spoonful, chewing out words mixed with chocolate:

«Price's sent her on a mission. Confidential» he adds. «Dunno 'bout details»

Oh.

That was unexpected; so unexpected that Ghost bites his tongue after rushing out a too fast:

«When?»

The spoon falls in the mug with a metal tingle; Soap's side eyes reach Ghost.

«…are ye worried?»

«No» he bursts.

«Well, we are. Me and Gaz»

That doesn't sound like a lie, and Simon has to lower his shield made of pretending-not-to-think-about-her stuff. Soap keeps on, his eyes wandering around the crowded room:

«Maybe Price's overestimated her skills, dunno…or maybe she's just not ready. 'S strange not having news after three days»

«You two do like her»

Soap sighs, shaking away from his shoulders the morning stiffness.

«She's a good one. She's fun. But she's not so skilled on the field»

«You don't get worried about every rookie's first time. Sooner or later they'll have to be kicked out of the nest»

«If the one that's been kicked out 's ma fav sparrow chick, at least i hope that it'll fall on something soft»

«She's no chick, and not my fav» he rushes again, eagerly to end the conversation and get the fuck out of there. He stands, with a chuckling Soap next to him, who knows his Lt. too well and knows he just has to wait a little more, to give him time to elaborate his thoughts in a more sensible way.

Ghost's first impulse is always imposing himself as a threatening and leading figure. It's an habit.

But this time he doesn't have time to retry his answer.

A worried Gaz appears in the dining room, rushing toward them in some sort of urgency.

«You two» he breathes out, clinging on the table while regaining some air in his lungs «Do you want the good news, or the it-could-be-better news?»

«Were ye runnin' a bloody marathon at the fucking six in the morning?»

«Good new» Ghost answer, still holding his empty coffee mug. «Always good news first»

Gaz gazes at them, elaborating his words as best as he could: «…do ya remember the no-one's-going-to-do-that-mission topic in our last meeting?»

«That sort of suicidal duty 'bout sneaking alone in a mafia boss dirty party?»

Gaz nods. «That one»

«With none to cover your arse?»

«Yeah»

«That one Laswell was tryna to figure out so bad 'cause the goddamn boss had valuable infos 'bout big weapons traffic?»

«Aha»

«But none was that stupid to try it?»

«Soap». Ghost stops his Sergeant's stream of thoughts with a glare through the balaclava. «Cut it. What's the bloody good news 'bout it Garryk?»

«Mission's been accomplished» he spits, with neither a smile nor optimism, and a strange, worried look. Soap's eyes get wider.

«Are ye fucking kidding? Who's the idiot who tried it in the first place?»

Gaz sighs.

«'S our idiot»

It takes a bunch of seconds to link the description with a face, but your silly little smile rushes through their brain almost immediately. Soap stands up so fast the chair almost falls.

«WHAT-»

«The other news » Ghost's harsh voice talks over him, with a hint of hurriness, an almost audible tip of concern that he swallows.

And Gaz wastes no time:

«Now she can drain pasta with her arm»

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fridamoss · 1 year

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Is This The Love (That I'm Feelin'?) Bob Floyd X Loot (PART 5)

Archive of Our Own // Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Summary: Bob goes back to Loot after a shocking revelation. Their desire for each other reaches boiling point.

This is a Bob Floyd/you fiction, you being 'Loot', short for Lieutenant.

Warnings: The F bomb, touching, grinding, kissing, fingering, handjob. 18+ only.

Word count: 2,473

You looked down at yourself, suddenly feeling a bit silly. ‘Let me just get something to wear.’

Bob gently took your arm as you made your way toward your room. ‘Hold on,’ he whispered.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned toward him. Cerulean blue eyes searching your face.

‘Tell me.’

You sat side by side in silence for a minute.

A carefully planned monologue curtesy of your friend was forgotten and a mess of words ran at him. Bob placed a hand on your knee, gesturing for you to take a breath.

‘We didn’t run away, let me just get that one thing clear. As soon as I turned eighteen, I told my folks I was marrying David. He was a close friend for a long time, we grew up together. And as soon as we married, we left that town and moved across the country. I joined the Navy and he got a job as an engineer. We never divorced and we never lived together.’

Bob nodded, he understood. ‘Why not just move, why get married?’

You cleared your throat, ‘My folks would never have left me leave if I didn’t have someone to “care” for me. Like I said, they had a fucked up sense of ownership. A woman can’t really have a life outside of domesticity.’ You smiled sadly, ‘it’s their way,’ you added.

‘And David?’ Bob had spent a lot of the last hour thinking about your husband, what he looked like, why he wasn’t in your life.

‘David’s a good guy. He’s pretty much still my best friend. That’s him.’ You pointed to a photograph on the wall.

Bob squinted at the wall you were pointing at, realising he’d left his glasses on your bedside table.

He stood to get a better look. From what he could tell, your husband was taller than you but all other features were blurred.

‘Why are you still married, after all this time?’

‘Divorce is expensive.’ You replied, shrugging.

Bob looked back at you. All anger and upset forgotten, you were earnest. You always had been.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I never wanted to hurt you.’

‘I believe you,’ Bob said simply, settling next to you. Opening his arms, resting his chin on your head as you moved in close.

Bob had thought about calling Nat, to run the whole thing by her and get her advice. But honestly, he didn’t want anyone else to know, it was your story to tell, not his. The last thing he wanted to do was completely ruin his chances by blabbing your business around the base. While he’d been out on the beach throwing rocks into the water and thinking over his next move, he decided that he was going to take his own advice; go back to you. That’s what he wanted so that’s what he did. Grabbing a small bouquet from the corner shop, he had knocked on your door, hoping against hope you’d still have him.

‘Any skeletons in your closet, Bob? Now’s the time to say somethin’, while we’re being honest.’

Bob shook his head slightly. You’d turned in his arms as he lay back, face to face, rubbing noses gently and sharing soft kisses.

‘Well, if you really wanna know, my family call me Robbie, it’s actually what I prefer.’

‘Oh, how come you didn’t say it earlier.’

Bob kissed your pouting lips. ‘I like how you say Bob. So call me whatever you want.’

‘That’s my deepest, darkest secret,’ He told you.

‘Nope, I know faces like yours. People always have something hidden, but I’m guessing all your hidden treasures are pleasant.’

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. ‘Can’t wait to find out, huh?’

The knot in your stomach had loosened, finally.

‘Tell me what you’re thinking,’ he pleaded.

After a breath, pulling back to look at his face, his rumpled hair, you leaned back in, missing his heat against your chest. ‘I’m thinking you’re the most understanding, patient man on earth.’

‘I wouldn’t say that,’ he began interlacing your fingers together.

‘So you tell me what you’re thinking, Robbie.’

‘I’m thinking that I’m crazy jealous that I didn’t get to be your first husband. But I hope I get to at least be your boyfriend. Since we’re being honest.’ Bob squinted at you, wishing he had his glasses so he could make out your face a little clearer.

‘You really wanna be my boyfriend?’ There was a little teasing in your tone.

‘Mmhmm’, he nodded with such enthusiasm that you laughed, kissing him until both of you lost your breath.

It didn’t take long for your hands to roam under Bob’s pristine white shirt, your knuckles running slowly toward the happy trail you just knew would be there. His hips bucked up involuntarily when you moaned his name. ‘You can touch me. I need you to touch me.’

Bob had both of his hands on your face, holding you close to him, afraid that you would disappear into a wisp of smoke. He wanted these kisses to last forever.

But you needed him to touch you and god, he wanted to touch you too.

Tentatively running his fingertips across the naked skin of your shoulder and down, down to the base of your spine, finding his confidence again, he dipped his fingers into your panties and grabbed a palmful of your ass.

You gasped at the sensation, his hot hand squeezing your flesh while his mouth was greedy on yours. Heat was blooming in your cunt. One of your legs lay across the cushions and the other rested between Bob thighs. Shifting up during one of his ass squeezes, you took advantage of the position and began rubbing yourself against his crotch.

‘Oh you’re starting that, huh baby?’ His voice hoarse with need.

‘Feels good,’ you whimpered, sounding like a pathetic mess already.

Bob grunted, pushing his hips upwards and hitting your clit just right.

‘Keep doing that, don’t stop, please.’

‘I have to stop, I have to,’ he croaked, pushing you off him. ‘Lemme get my glasses.’

‘What the hell, why do you need your glasses?’ you asked him, exasperated.

Bob grabbed his glasses from your bedside locker, not even sparing himself a glance in your bedroom mirror. There was no time to check if he looked decent, he had left you panting and aching for him on your sofa.

‘Ok, I’m ready now.’ He grinned, watching you fall onto your back, your hair falling around your head like a halo.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ his words muffled as he kissed your jaw. ‘I needed to see you, really see you,’ Bob ran the back of his hand across your chest and down to where you wanted him most.

Fingers teasing at the growing wet patch on your panties.

‘I want to see how beautiful you are when you cum on my fingers.’

In a swift movement, he had pushed your panties aside, exposing your wet folds to the cool air. You bit your lip, a moan that would have made a prostitute proud escaped you anyway.

Bob looked surprised. ‘I haven’t even done anything yet.’

‘I know it’s going to be good. You’re definitely going to get me off real quick.’

Your mouth was watering at the sight of his bicep bulging as he began playing with you, his middle finger gathering your wetness and running along your slit to your aching bud.

Your hips lifted slightly when he entered a finger into your heat. ‘So wet,’ Bob whispered.

‘That’s all you, you make me so wet,’ if there was a slither of hope of you experiencing an orgasm with Bob’s fingers inside you without being an absolute babbling mess, it was disappearing fast.

‘The strong, silent type really get me going. Fuck me, you know what you’re doing with your fingers.’

Bob had added a second finger, bending them and grinding upwards until he saw your face shift, knowing then that he’d found the right spot.

This wasn’t his first rodeo, he knew exactly where women needed to be touched to orgasm, but he wanted this to be amazing for you.

‘More, please Bob, I want more.’

‘More fingers?’ he pressed, but you shook your head from side to side, guiding his hand to your breast.

Good Lord, he was gonna cum in his pants, the third time his cock would have betrayed him today.

Your hand laid over his letting him know how you wanted to be touched, so he held on to you tight as his fingers pushed in and out of you.

Bob licked his lips and dove in to mouth your nipple through your shirt.

Chanting his name, a wave of pleasure crashed over you, your walls squeezing around his fingers.

‘Robbie that was so good.’

‘Felt good to me too,’ Bob panted, sliding his hand gently out of you and your panties.

‘Let me touch you.’ You voice was small, still swirling from your pleasure.

‘Are you sure? You don’t have to coz I…’ he motioned what he had just been doing to you.

Shaking your head ‘now you blush?’ you smiled up at him; your beautiful soft, shy Bob.

‘No, pressure but I’m really, really hard for you right now!’ He sat back on his heels, watching you reach out for his zipper.

‘I really want to.’ Your perfect eyebrow raised at him, the same way you did that first night you spoke at the party. Only now he allowed himself to fully involve himself in the sight before him. This was real and it wasn’t improper.

Bob felt suddenly exposed, his shyness coming to the surface at the worst of times.

‘I want to take care of you.’ Making quick work of the button and zip of his shorts, you pressed your hand against his straining bulge.

A whimper sounded above you, Bob’s brows were pressed together in concentration.

Don’t cum, don’t cum. His mind screamed at him, demanding that his cock would listen.

But you were licking your lips and glancing up at him with glassy eyes. Your hair mussed from writhing on his fingers moments ago.

‘Please, just, grab it,’ he swallowed hard when you yanked down the waistband of his boxers, exposing him to you for the first time.

It was only natural to gauge your reaction. He knew he was a little bigger than the average dude. The guys in the locker room had teased him a little about it. He didn’t mind being objectified by you though.

So he peeked down at you and saw your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your mouth was watering at the sight of him laying heavy in your palm.

You wondered for a minute if he wanted your hand or your mouth.

You wouldn’t be you without teasing the man for a while though, so you looked up at him, his lips pressed together, waiting for you to do something.

You took pity on him, poor Bob. He’d been so good to you so far.

Wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock you gave it a couple of gentle tugs, feeling the weight of him. Bob mumbled and closed his eyes.

The skin of his shaft was so soft and warm in your palm. But you had never seen a man so painfully hard and he was really trying to keep it together. The thoughts of him getting so riled up made you flutter inside, you’d definitely be ready if he wanted to fuck you right now.

‘Is that ok?’ Voice gentle so as not to pull him from his pleasure too suddenly.

Bob grabbed at the hand you’d placed on his hip and cupped it under your chin. ‘Spit.’

You did as he asked, letting him guide your hand to his cock. Rubbing the wetness across the head and down to his balls.

You could feel the heat coming from him, blood pumping fast as he watched you work him. Wet flingers sliding and squeezing the head of his cock, working it expertly. He hadn’t told you to pull the skin taut as he began twitching, but you did it, and he came hard with a whimper. You saw his neck veins bulge as he gasped for air, like he was coming up from the depths.

Hot ropes of cum hit your chest and your neck, some puddling in your palm as you held it out to catch it.

‘Fucking hell, I…’ Bob tried and failed to form a sentence. ‘Your hand was so damn good I can’t wait to try your mouth.’

The words had tumbled out of him before he could stop it.

‘Well, well, I knew there was a bad boy in there.’

Bob leaned down to kiss you, hoping you’d kiss away the blush in his cheeks and the dirty thoughts.

He tucked himself back into his pants and helped you stand so you could go to the bathroom to clean up.

‘I could honestly use a drink.’ You called out to him from the bathroom.

Bob checked his watch, it was still early enough that he could take you for a drink and a burger somewhere.

‘How about we head to the hard deck?’

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you thought you’d need about an hour to get ready.

‘How about you let me shower and try do something with my hair first. Then we can head out?’

Bob appeared, leaning against he doorframe. He looked you over, biting his lip.

‘You definitely can’t wear those panties.’ Bob had the audacity to wink as you playfully pushed him out into the hallway.

‘I gotta go home and shower too, get out of these clothes and into something a little less relaxed.’

Between kisses and nose bumps you decided you’d meet him at the bar in an hour. It was hard letting him go, you kissed him all the way to your front door. He backed out slowly, never taking his hands from your waist until he came dangerously close to your front step.

Then he took the short walk home with a bounce in his step and a smile he couldn’t wipe off his face.

Loot is my girlfriend. The sentence went round and round in his head. Loot is MY girlfriend.

He checked his phone as he got in the door, seeing that you’d already text him, he opened it to see a picture of you wearing the hottest bra and panties set he’d ever imagined.

‘Will these be ok to wear to the hard deck?’

Bob swallowed hard, you were going to make this evening very difficult for him, but in the best way.

‘Yes ma’am.’ He replied before checking his wallet for condoms. He would need ALL of the condoms.

The next chapter is gonna spicy as hell.

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bleedgreenblood · 2 years

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Every time you post about avoiding certain types of relationships, it makes my heart drop because I know deep down it’s describing my relationship with my bf. We’ve been together for almost four years, and because there’s been no drama or craziness, I’ve told myself that we’re happy. But the longer it goes on the less I feel like it’s a relationship that will ever go the places I want it to go. Idk if it’s because I let so much stuff slide at first because I didn’t want to rush things or crowd him, but truth be told we’re really just living separate lives and calling it love. Meanwhile I can’t remember the last time he REALLY wanted to talk to me or make plans with me or care about me in any way that wasn’t somehow for his benefit like a lot of your posts say. I don’t know why or how this is all hitting me now, and I feel bad because it’s not like he’s suddenly acting different. But then any attempt I’ve made to talk to him about our relationship, he either says two words that breeze past the problem or he gets defensive. Hard as it is, I feel like we just aren’t right for each other but it’s also hard to think about walking away because I do love him and used to think he was my forever. Do you have any advice?

Hi, anon! Firstly, I’m humbled that you’ve found my insight valuable enough to trust me with such a personal problem, and I’m happy to provide guidance if you think it would be helpful. Before I proceed, I want to emphasize that my opinion here should of course be taken with a grain of salt, as we don’t know each other (to my knowledge, lol), and therefore my feedback is based on this very high-level summary of your relationship. But since you're asking, buckle in, because I do have a lot to say about this.

My bottom-line takeaway is that it does sound like your relationship has run its course, and even though it (respectfully) sounds like you agree with this on some level, I’m still really sorry, because I know that doesn't make it any less difficult. I’ve been there myself, and can very much relate to that painful and confusing moment where you realize that someone you once saw a future with may not be the right fit for you after all. For whatever it’s worth, I promise you’re not alone in this situation.

One of the hard things about starting a relationship at a formative time in our lives is that we often don’t know how to start real conversations about, or how to look for, fundamental compatibility with another person. We instead allow ourselves to get swept up in surface-level attraction, i.e. finding the other person good looking, creating fantasies of what a relationship would look like based on our own and the other person’s desires versus what they’re actually showing us they’re capable of, and attaching an inflated sense of importance to common interests (Example: "We both love Game of Thrones and going to breweries," which, sure, are fun things to share, but don’t speak to true compatibility in any way). Healthy relationships are built on several key pillars, such as communication, compromise, quality time, and effort, and since there are a myriad of ways to do (or not do) any of the above, it’s critical to have real conversations about whether the way you each approach those pillars are compatible with one another.

When we don’t enter relationships with this level of intentionality, the problem is that time and circumstances inevitably put the relationship – which unbeknownst to us, has a fairly shallow foundation – to the test, so it’s easy for this sudden realization of glaring incompatibility to “sneak up on us".

This makes it even more natural to yearn for “the way things used to be”, and therefore to then hold out hope that perhaps things will “return” to a state where things still "felt okay" if given enough time. But two things on that: 1. Time on its own doesn’t do or count for shit, quite frankly. The only thing something "lasting" over time requires is complacency and stagnancy, so "giving something time" without any action, conversation, or change, is not a testament to something working out. And 2. The likelihood that a relationship will ever “go back to the way it used to be” is virtually impossible, for many reasons.

For starters, you’ve both since changed in some way – if not in hundreds of little ways – since you first got together, so neither of you is going to just suddenly revert to who you "used to be". that's not how time or human nature work. Secondly, we tend to romanticize “the way things used to be” because we associate that time with ourselves being happier in the relationship, but often, if we were to look at things critically, we'd find that the relationship/our partner truly wasn’t all that different or "better" during this time. For example, is it really a new thing that your partner isn’t: communicating with you openly, expressing an interest in the things that are important to you, carving out quality time for the two of you, consistently supporting you, etc. – or can you look back and observe a long-standing pattern of these behaviors? I think our knee-jerk reaction is to say, “Well, of course they used to do those things, otherwise why would it be bothering me now, but not before?” The answer is "simple”: because your standards, needs, or your awareness of your own needs, have elevated.

It’s completely normal, and healthy, for your needs and standards to evolve, change, and elevate over the course of your life. Unfortunately for relationships that were started while you were still getting to know yourself and your needs, especially relationships that were rooted more in attraction or those superficial commonalities, there’s a good chance that your needs will outgrow what the relationship is – and was ever – truly capable of. Maybe it was acceptable to the version of you 4 years ago that your partner fit you in their schedule as he found the time, but now you want a partner who eagerly prioritizes you. Maybe it was acceptable to the version of you 4 years ago that you and your partner only shared surface-level attraction, i.e. sexual chemistry and similar taste in TV/hobbies, but now you crave a more substantial connection rooted in intellect and communication. Maybe it was acceptable to the version of you 4 years ago that you and your partner had different levels of desire to spend time together, but now you want a relationship where quality time is key. It is in no way wrong for your needs and standards for a happy relationship to evolve as you evolve as a person; and frankly, he's not "wrong" to have his needs and standards, either, as some people truly are content and comfortable with having a surface-level attachment they can leave on the back burner while they live their lives primarily for themselves. So, it's not a matter of who is right and who is wrong; it's a matter of "are you two compatible?"

Now, if you look back and feel like your partner truly did used to meet the needs you feel are currently unmet – i.e. open communication, a vested interest in your hobbies and passions, eagerly making time for you, providing you with support – this also doesn’t fare well for the health of your relationship, because it suggests that either, 1. These actions were in some way performative - meaning that he only put in a certain degree of effort until he was certain he “had you”, at which point he elected to stop trying so hard because he felt he could get away with it, or 2. That these actions are inconsistent and conditional – meaning that he communicates with, supports you, and makes time for you when it's easy or convenient for him. While this "me first" approach might work for some couples, I personally believe that relationships built to thrive and last aren't about living your life for yourself and hoping your partner interferes with your personal best interest as little as possible. It takes collaboration around those aforementioned pillars -- perhaps most importantly, communication -- which, according to you, he will not meet you halfway on, despite your attempts.

When we choose to communicate, or not to communicate, we're really answering a question of, "Do I care about and respect this person’s needs and feelings, and the health of our relationship, enough to put in the time and effort to talk things out, even if it means stepping outside of my comfort zone, making myself vulnerable, and having difficult conversations?" So, to me, choosing not to communicate is not only a detriment to a healthy relationship, but it’s a sign of selfishness and disrespect. We call our partners our “significant others” for a reason – because this person should be significant from all others in providing us with a certain level of care, support, company, and conversation. If you find yourself unable to turn to your boyfriend for those things, I just can’t see how he could possibly fill that very important, special role in your life.

Relationships, like anything else worth having in life, need to be earned. No one is entitled to a place in your life simply because they've been there for a while, because they used to meet your standards, or even because you care about or love one another. As hard of a truth as it is to accept, love alone is never enough to carry a relationship, because for some people, love is just a feeling they have for you, or for the benefits you add to their life. Real, lasting love is actionable. It knows, sees, and understands you as you are. It wants to spend time with you. It seeks ways to support you. It desires to build something lasting with and for you.

I'm so sorry that it sounds like this relationship doesn’t have the longevity you hoped it did. But I do truly believe that the while pain of losing the attachment is real, it is temporary — however, the pain of your needs and standards not being met over time will only grow, wear you down, and rob you of the opportunity to meet someone who will meet your needs and standards. And the right person won't make you wonder, beg, wait, or hope for their affection, attention, support, or communication. You are worthy of having your needs met. Read that again. You. Are. Worthy.

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Nothing To Worry About

an independent oneshot set during the time of TCW/TBB

rated: G warnings: none relationships: Echo & Fives, Fives & Jesse & Hardcase, Echo & Hunter word count: 1300+ words

notes: this was a request by @better-to-bee for a story about Fives and some of the other 501st watching Echo from “beyond”. I absolutely love this concept and had a lot of fun putting my own spin on it. hope you enjoy the feels! 😋💙

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

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“You worry too much.”

The sound of Jesse’s voice shocked Fives out of his watchful gaze.

“Haven’t you seen enough?”

Fives sighed and gave a small shake of his head. “Not sure why you’re so concerned. Also, do ya blame me?”

Jesse’s hand came to rest on Fives’ shoulder. “Well, I could blame ya for a lot of things, but this one is understandable.” His lips curled up into a smug smirk, making Fives chuckle.

“Thanks for the support,” Fives sarcastically replied. His eyes turned back to the one he was watching before, and he gave another sigh. “I know you’re right, but... I can’t help but worry about him.”

Jesse joined Fives and looked over at the one he was watching. “I get what you’re saying. But also... if there’s anything I know about you two, it’s that you’ve always been resilient. For as stubborn as you are, Echo’s the only one who can even come close to matching that. Unsurprisingly.”

A pleased smile spread on Fives’ face. That wasn’t the first time he’d heard something like that about him and his brother, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. From the time of their creation, he and Echo had been practically inseparable. The “twins”, the others called them. Wherever one of them went, the other was close behind. It was hard to even imagine what life would be like without the other. Ironic, all things considered.

“Are you guys watching Echo again?” Hardcase’s voice was the one to knock Fives out of his thoughts this time. He suddenly appeared next to Fives, on the side opposite to Jesse. “At least tell me he’s doing somethin’ interesting this time!”

“Depends on what you find interesting,” Jesse replied, tone laced with sarcasm. His hand gestured out ahead, towards the man in question.

Several yards away from them was Echo, datapad in one hand, doing a thorough walkaround of a starship. His head continually went from looking down at the datapad to looking up at the ship, face scrunched in concentration. It was a familiar sight to Fives, who knew all too well how much his brother liked doing inspections and running diagnostics. Quite different from what Fives found interesting. But at least it was better than having to endure his brother’s continual spouting of random rules and regulations at any given opportunity. A “human droid”, Echo had often been called. Again, it was ironic.

None of that affected Fives’ feelings towards him though. If anything, he loved his brother more for all of his quirks and tendencies. Just like Jesse’s weird sense of humor and Hardcase’s hyperactive personality. They were all unique and special to him.

They were his family.

“I swear, you only like to watch over him when he’s doing somethin’ boring, Fives.” Hardcase elbowed Fives in the ribs playfully.

“Well, that’s the thing,” Fives responded, placing his hands on his hips. “I don’t need to watch him doing the soldier stuff. I already know what Echo is capable of. He’s just as much of a badass as the rest of us. I know he can take care of himself.” His eyes turned fondly towards Echo again, solemness hidden behind his gaze. “Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna keep an eye on him though. And... I dunno, I guess I just appreciate this kinda mundane stuff more than before, ya know?”

Hardcase squinted his eyes and shrugged. “Not really. But what do I know?”

“Not much,” Fives joked while giving Hardcase a playful shove.

“It’s alright, Fives,” Jesse said, giving Fives another pat on the shoulder. “I get it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean...” Jesse’s expression turned uncharacteristically solemn. “There’s a lot we’ve taken for granted in the past. Didn’t used to think much of it. But well, times change, I guess.”

The way Jesse kept his face away from Fives spoke more than his words did. Even Hardcase seemed to understand what he was trying to say, surprisingly. He wedged himself in-between Jesse and Fives, wrapping his arms across both their shoulders with his signature boisterous grin spread across his face.

“C’mon boys, don’t feel down. No regrets, remember? There’s still plenty of time for us to make the most of! We’ve still got each other, after all! And Echo’s got all the support he needs and more; isn’t that right, Fives?”

Hearing that, Fives couldn’t help but smile again. Although it was unusual to admit, Hardcase was right. They would always have each other, no matter what happened in the future. They were brothers for life; nothing or nobody could ever change that. And Echo...

Fives turned his eyes to his brother again. His “twin”. He was so proud of him. Of course he had nothing to worry about. That wasn’t even the point. It wasn’t worry so much as longing. Longing for his brother to flourish and live the life they’d always wanted for each other. And Echo was well on his way to doing just that.

“Hey, guys!” Tup’s voice suddenly called out from behind them all. “Rex is about to head out on another mission! Let’s go!”

“Be right there!” Fives called back.

“I’m not waitin’!” Hardcase exclaimed before rushing off in Tup’s direction.

Jesse let out a laugh and began to follow behind Hardcase, but stopped just a few feet from Fives. “You don’t have’ta come, you know. You can stay here if you really want.”

Fives kept his eyes on Echo as he spoke. “Nah... it’s fine. He’ll be ok without me. He has been this long already. And besides...” He turned back to Jesse with a fond smile. “I won’t ever be that far from him anyway.”

After one last look back at Echo, Fives sighed through his nose and followed the rest of his brothers back into the night. His corporeal form faded into the shadows, but his spirit lingered. Just like it always had.

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“Alright, that should do it.” Echo tapped a few buttons on his datapad and let out a satisfied sigh. His eyes scanned over the folded-up wing of the Havoc Marauder thoroughly, and he nodded proudly. “Three times is enough. For now, at least.”

A familiar figure stepped out of the ship and walked over to Echo with arms crossed. “Everything lookin’ good, Echo?” Hunter asked.

“Yup!” Echo proudly replied. “Should be good to go for our next mission. We can go get the others now.”

A small smirk grew on Hunter’s face. “Ya sure you don’t wanna run the tests a fourth time?”

Echo rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Make fun all you want, but don’t come crying to me when something suddenly stops working mid hyperspace.”

“Just messin’ with ya.” Hunter patted Echo on the shoulder playfully. “And that could still happen regardless, you know.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me...”

Smirk still on his face, Hunter urged Echo to follow him out of the docking bay to where the rest of the squad was waiting for them. Echo gave one last look at the Marauder before beginning to follow his brother out.

A twinge on the back of Echo’s neck suddenly stopped him in his tracks.

“Ya alright?” Hunter asked, seeing that Echo had paused.

Echo said nothing at first. It was strange. A feeling he’d felt before, but still foreign to him. His eyes scanned the area for any anomalies, but found nothing. Something about the way the shadows lingered nearby was... curious. Like something was watching him that wasn’t even there. A presence of something both terrifying and welcoming. It wasn’t intimidating, it was... comforting.

Like an old friend coming back from a long trip away.

“Hey, Hunter...” A smile spread on Echo’s face. “Did I ever tell you about the time Fives and I helped Rex take out a whole battalion of clankers with a stolen Separatist tank we’d hijacked?”

Hunter seemed both surprised and intrigued by the question. “Uhh, don’t think so. Sounds interesting though. You wanna tell me about it while we walk?”

Echo’s smile grew immensely. “I would, actually.” His eyes gave a quick glance over at the shadows again, like he was silently thanking them. Then he happily stepped up next to Hunter as he began to recount one of his many memorable moments of the past with his “twin” brother. And the smile on his face never faded.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #arc trooper jesse #hardcase tcw #tcw hardcase #sergeant hunter #hunter tbb #tbb hunter #this was my first time writing for the 501st boys OMG lskdjfglfdk #good thing I know them so well haha #I will always have a strong fondness for those dorks #those are my BOYS ok #star warz #my storiez

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Go take that cutie mark and do something useful with it.

These words still stung Mountain Peak even days after he heard them, especially from the mouth of his own mother. Even as his aunties showered him with love and celebrated his new cutie mark—like he wanted—he couldn’t shake the feeling.

It was all he wanted to do since as long as he could remember: make himself useful.

“Now what can I do for y’all down here?”

He offered eagerly just about as soon as he entered his Auntie Pinkie’s party cave, even before Aunties Marble and Maud had a chance to land on their hooves.

Pinkie knew practically everypony down to their birthday wishes and favorite foods so it was easy for her to see how desperate her nephew was to help. Something was definitely going on.

“Oh Mounty, you don’t have to do anything for us! This day’s all for you!”

She denied him gently, feeling a little guilty for him.

“Maybe he’d like a tour.”

Maud suggested, then turned to her nephew.

“I know you’ve always enjoyed learning how things work. There’s a lot that goes into your Auntie’s parties that I think you’d be interested in.”

“Well butter mah biscuits, I sure would!”

Mounty perked up quite a bit at this offer.

“Ooh! Yes!”

Pinkie practically exploded with joy.

“Marble, you’re near the right filing cabinet! Can you toss me the folder that says ‘Twilight Sparkle’?”

“Mmhm!”

Mounty’s more quiet aunt obliged, shuffling through the files until she came to the right one. Then Pinkie took it from her for her demonstration.

“Thank you!”

The cheerful mare then stretched her arm out comically far, pulling him in so she could explain it to him.

“I keep records on all of my friends so I can throw them the best parties ever! Like this one—‘Twilight Sparkle likes vanilla ice cream, red balloons, dancing...But she's afraid of quesadillas and ladybugs too!’ And there’s a whole lot more!”

She started flipping through more of the papers.

“Her favorite music to dance to, her favorite books, you name it! I used to just have files for everypony in Ponyville but now I have friends all over, there’s one for King Rutherford somewhere!”

“Golly…”

Mounty was absolutely in awe, he knew his auntie was super attentive but he didn’t know just how much work she put into all her parties.

“An’ all this is for throwing them perfect parties? Gee, there’s so much in here, you really do have somethin’ for everyone!”

“Yep!”

Pinkie beamed.

“And anytime you want in on the fun just give Auntie Pinkie a call and we can make plans together! The fun part is getting creative with it, no two parties for even one creature are the same!”

Mounty suddenly felt a pang of disappointment as he remembered his mother’s attitude, so different from his Auntie Pinkie’s exuberance.

“Gosh, I wish I could get creative up at the rock farm. Mom won’t even let me take any shortcuts, it all has ta be exact with her. Her way or tha highway.”

Pinkie and Maud both shared a knowing glance; they knew this was bound to come up sooner or later. But their normally more soft-spoken sister was the first to speak up.

“Well…that’s how Limestone is most of the time. She cares a lot about the farm, she’s just running it the way she knows how. It’s not anything personal.”

“Well maybe, but…ever since Grandpa passed away—“

He looked around at his aunts to make sure he wasn’t bringing up a touchy subject.

“She’s been goin’ on about how this is what he would want. How she’s followin’ his traditions, how he wouldn’t want us to change things up.”

It was starting to become a sensitive subject to him too, just thinking about the way his mom berated him. He frowned deeply.

“She’s just been meaner than a rooster guardin’ his coop lately! Grandpa wasn’t like that, wasn’t he? He…he couldn’t a’ been! He wasn’t when I knew him!”

“No. He wasn’t.”

Maud stated, matter-of-factly but with a gentle wisdom. Then Pinkie joined in.

“We always had LOADS of fun with Dad! When I threw my first party and got my cutie mark, he was dancing so much his horseshoes came off!”

“That…might be an exaggeration…”

Marble uttered, but Pinkie paid no mind, even if she was right.

“He was also the one who taught us to make our famous rock candy! Hold on, I have some somewhere—“

She dove into a corner and came up with a box of sparkly, sugary crystals.

“Now I make necklaces all the time for all my friends! And so does Maud, using his recipe from Granny Pie!”

Pinkie slipped a few necklaces over her head and started crunching on one of them, and the other ponies in the room couldn’t help but chuckle or crack a smile at her antics.

“Ooh! Ooh! Also! Dad helped Limey and me fix up our mine carts so they’d go faster! We raced them all the time! And sometimes he had time off from farming to watch us, and he always cheered us on!”

“Really?”

Mounty was surprised to hear all of this after what he’d been told about life on the rock farm by his Mom.

“Grandpa did that? And Mom!? She’d never do that now, I can’t even take a darn five minute break nowadays.”

“Mmm…but things are different now.”

Marble once again offered her opposing perspective, trying to defend her eldest sister like she’d always defended her.

“Limestone says there’s more demand now. And she’s also helping out on the apple farm now, isn’t she? There’s less time and fewer ponies doing more work, you can’t blame her for being stressed. And Pa was a hard worker, he taught us all to be.“

“But he was also devoted to his family.”

Maud countered her sister, but she was looking at her nephew as this was mostly for him.

“He never allowed us to work to the point of hurting ourselves. He hardly raised his voice at us, except to warn us of danger.”

“Mmm, true. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him angry at us.”

Marble conceded, which in Mounty’s eyes confirmed what he always knew about his grandpa.

“When we were young, he let us take turns reading the Lunisolar Scrolls.”

Maud continued.

“Always the passages on family and service—and moderation, even in work.”

“And he did all the voices!”

Pinkie chimed in.

“Somewhat, yes. He might not have shown it like…most ponies, but our father—your Grandpa—deeply cared for us. You had to know him really well to see it, but there was always a certain twinkle in his eye.”

The mare cracked a small smile, with a hint of sentimental longing. All of them did, both the mares he raised and the colt who was trying to understand his legacy.

“Our home was always filled with so much love and warmth.”

Marble reminisced.

“It’s…it’s not like that now, is it?”

“No.”

Mounty answered, but this time he felt slightly less terrible knowing he had all this support from his aunts, and knowing that he wasn’t confused about the pony his Grandpa had been.

“But…at least I know it was that way once, an’ it can be that way again.”

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Background by BonesWolbach

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Flashback | BIOHAZARD 6

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Koga, Keito

Keito: Oogami! The least you could do is respond! What are you doing on the roof of the bicycle parking lot? I don't know if you're copying Sakuma-san or what, but don't do such strange things! Koga: Hmph. Even though there's a noisy, beaten dog barkin' at me at the moment, this is usually a nice, quiet spot with a lotta sunlight, so it's a nice place to get some sleep! (Wha? My mouth just moved on its own! The hell is with this? So gross!)

NOTE: From here on out, the story sporadically dips between the real world and a dream world being shared by all the members of UNDEAD. To visually separate the two in text, I will be using italics to indicate speech from real characters inside the dream world.

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Time: Later that night.

Location: Inside UNDEAD's shared dreamscape.

Koga: (…...) (…Nn? Huh?) (No way, mornin' already?) (The sun's so damn bright... Guess the pills they made us take for the experiment made me fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.) (I just closed my eyes n' the whooole night's already gone just like that, huh? Feels like I barely got any sleep.) (Wait, hold on? Even if it's mornin', ain't the sun way too bri— Huh!?)

Koga: (The hell!?) (Where the fuck is this? Didn't I fall asleep in that ryokan-like room...?) (Why the hell am I suddenly outside? This makes no sense!) (And, wait, huh? I can't move a muscle!?) (Is this sleep paralysis or somethin'? I don't understand a fuckin' thing!)

Keito: ...Oogami!

Koga: (Ah, this voice is…!?)

Keito: You there? Get down here, we need to talk!

Koga: (It's Hasumi-senpai— I mean, that shitty four-eyes, ain't it? Damn, you're still wastin' that nice, clear voice of yours on spoutin' bullshit like always, huh!?)

Keito: Oogami! The least you could do is respond! What are you doing on the roof of the bicycle parking lot? I don't know if you're copying Sakuma-san or what, but don't do such strange things!

Koga: Hmph. Even though there's a noisy, beaten dog barkin' at me at the moment, this is usually a nice, quiet spot with a lotta sunlight, so it's a nice place to get some sleep! (Wha? My mouth just moved on its own! The hell is with this? So gross!)

Keito: Who are you calling a beaten dog? Bastard, learn how to speak to your upperclassmen properly. Though, I suppose it's better than being weirdly hung up on formalities. And…hup.

Koga: Woah, you just casually got up on the roof like it's normal. Even though you're a monk who's always actin' like an honor student, you're surprisin'ly rowdy, huh?

Keito: Heh. I might seem straitlaced now, but I used to be a problem child who would climb up into the rafters in the main hall and kick the Buddha statue without permission, and every time, my father or older brother had to give me a smack before I'd stop.

Koga: That ain't the kinda thing ya oughta be actin' proud of, y'know.

Keito: Exactly so. …Imitating Sakuma-san's wild behavior will not benefit you in any way, as you'll simply be shunned and blamed by those around you.

Koga: Wh-who's imitatin' that guy?! This just so happens to be the perfect place to catch some sleep!

Keito: Is it difficult for you to sleep at home? Do you have a bad relationship with your family?

Koga: I-it ain't like that! It's just that they're always scoldin' me for hangin' out at underground live houses.

Keito: Those kinds of places are hotspots for delinquents. I can understand how your parents feel. They aren't scolding you, they're just worried.

Koga: G-geez, I ain't some lil' kid who needs my parents fussin' over me.

Keito: No matter how much time passes, in a parent's eyes, their children will always be children.

Keito: That aside, I see… The view from up here is surprisingly good. Look, Oogami. What's that, moving on the horizon? A ship?

Koga: Shut uuup, hell if I know. I mean, seriously, what's the matter with you… Hasumi-senpai, did'ja actually need me¹ for somethin'?

Keito: "ore-sama"?

Koga: Wh-what, you got a problem with the way I talk?

Keito: Not at all, I just hope you don't feel embarrassed of yourself when you look back on this behavior in the future.

Koga: Says the guy who goes around usin' "kisama,²" seriously.

Keito: Details. … Anyway, I did have actual business with you. For reasons unknown, Sakuma-san has called for us, the members of DEADMANZ, to gather as soon as possible. He wants us to go to the underground live house after school.

Koga: Hah? DEADMANZ? Wasn't that a "temporary unit" meant to be used just for that performance³ the other day?

Keito: I believed so as well. However, due to the circumstances it was necessary to establish it as an official unit, and we have yet to go through the proper procedures to dissolve it. To summarize, you and I are both still members of DEADMANZ. However, the others who helped us during that abominable "Dead Man's Live," such as Kiryu, were treated as guests and are not officially counted as unit members.

Koga: Oh yeah, that kinda scary lookin' guy… Hold on, does this mean I'll get to stand on stage with Sakuma-senpai again?

Koga: Woohoo! Ya shoulda said that right away, you guy with the stupid-lookin' glasses!

Keito: Don't speak ill of glasses. I'll get angry, since it reminds me of the way Sakuma-san and Eichi teased me relentlessly when I first started wearing glasses as a child. Anyway, to be perfectly honest, I don't really want to do this... Now's the time to switch up my thoughts and strategies in order to embark on the reform of Yumenosaki. There's a lot to take into consideration, and a mountain of things that need doing. I'm very busy. Getting called out by Sakuma-san at a time like this is definitely not going to lead to anything good... If I could, I would just pretend I didn't hear him and head on home, but... That's not an option. I'm the one who came up with the rule saying that the members of a unit should do their best to follow their leader's instructions, after all.

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ore-sama, of course. A combination of the informal, masculine first-person pronoun ore and the honorific -sama, which is typically used to show great respect (ie, you'd use this honorific when addressing, say, the emperor). Ore-sama is therefore one of the most obnoxiously self-important ways a man can address himself. Please note this is the first time Koga actually uses a first-person pronoun in the JP script during this convo. That's relevant because Keito is about to comment on it.

Japanese pronouns are a whole thing. The short explanation is that, first off, it's already considered a little rude to directly address someone as "you" rather than using their name/title/whatever. Then, there's a whole hierarchy of pronouns you're meant to use depending on gender and a person's familiarity with/social status relative to yours. The immediately relevant bit here is the fact that Keito's preferred second-person pronoun, kisama, is rude as all hell. It used to be formal and respectful (hence the -sama honorific), but gradually came to come across as sarcastic in an insulting sort of way. People do not use this in real life unless a fistfight is imminent. (Well. People don't use it in real life regardless because it's fairly archaic and pretty much only shows up these days in works of fiction as a character quirk, but. You get the point.) Keito's tone is difficult to properly convey into English in general, because he uses a lot of big, fancy words and quotes a lot of proverbs, but he also conjugates sentences in a really direct and informal way, which makes him sound like a delinquent. Imagine someone who talks like a posh scholarly type, only to casually drop "fuck" into half his sentences.

A reference to Crossroad. I won't be marking every reference to Crossroad made in this story, as there are many. If you haven't already read it, I highly recommend doing so before returning to Flashback as, in many ways, Flashback can be considered a sequel to Crossroad.

#ensemble stars #enstars translation #koga oogami #keito hasumi #flashback #undead #biohazard

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storiesofstratos · 6 months

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Chapter 14: Sudden Sickness

After the battle, Daniel finds himself needing more recovery than he thought

Daniel tumbled down the steps of the lab, clutching his side. He tried to hide it, but the blood on his clothes was more than evident. I stood up and made my way over to his side. “Man, what happened to you out there? Who did that to you??”

I helped Daniel over to the couch, and sat down next to him as he tried to explain, “Some guy was out there, beating the hell out of another dude. He had powers, dude, he was superhuman. I didn’t know there were others outside of my family…”

“What??” Nico piped up, sitting on the other side of Daniel. “What were his powers? Is that why you’re so bloodied up?”

“Well, yeah…” Daniel removed his hand from his side. There was no wound, but there was a clear tear in his clothes and blood around the tear. “That, and he kinda stabbed me. But I don’t think all this blood is mine. I hit him pretty hard back.”

I watched as Nico patted his back. “That’s a good man.” I wasn’t gonna say it out loud, but I was pretty glad this bastard got hit just as hard for stabbing Daniel. “I uh, would probably be more freaked out, if you didn’t seem to be healed up already.”

“Ah, superhuman regeneration at work. Does me wonders sometimes. But I gotta tell you, it leaves me starving sometimes. You guys wanna go grab some pizza or somethin?” He stood up, moving over to his bag to change out of his bloody clothes. Emily definitely would ask questions if he came home with blood on his hoodie.

“Oh, yeah!” Nico piped up. “I’ll buy, I just got that check from the robotics competition I won a couple months ago.”

“Nice! This is why I love you, Nico.”

“Because I buy you food?”

“Duh. Oh, wait, where’s Leah?”

“She got a call from home, she had to leave asap.” I replied, standing up and gathering my things. “Guess it must have been somethin important.”

“Sorry lover boy. You’ll probably see her at school tomorrow anyway.”

As Nico and I turned around, assuming Daniel would follow close behind. We heard a clattering sound, and something hard hitting the floor. “Oh Danny,” Nico sighed, “Don’t be so dramatic, she’s gonna- oh my god!”

I turned to see what the fuss was about. Daniel had fallen, beads of sweat were forming on his face. LIke he’d just suddenly been hit by a huge fever. We rushed over to him to help him up. “Dude, are you okay? What happened to you?”

He let out a shaky sigh. “Fuck, I dunno. I just.. Got really light-headed all of a sudden… is it hot in here, or is it just me?” He was standing now, but he wasn’t standing steady. His legs wobbled a bit under his own weight, so I stood next to him, putting an arm around his waist to stabilize him.

“Hey, I got you. Maybe we should just get you home, yeah? Maybe this took a lot more out of you than you thought.”

“Yeah, yeah… good idea. Maybe I just need a little rest.”

We helped Daniel back to his house, only to find Emily waiting in the living room. How were we gonna explain this? We could just tell her he got sick, right? Wait, would she even believe that? He sure as hell looked sick, so at least she wouldn’t think he was faking it, right?

“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” Emily immediately rushed over, helping Daniel over toward the stairs.

“I started feeling a little light-headed while we were getting pizza… I think I just need to get some rest or somethin.”

Emily leaned in close to him, and started to speak in a hushed tone. “Mom, it’s fine, they know. We don’t need to hide it around them.”

“Oh! Good, good… Here, let’s get you up to bed, I’ll make you something to eat.”

We all helped him get settled, and I couldn’t help but feel concerned when everything was finally said and done, and Emily was gone. “So… this is a problem right?”

“Huh?” Nico blinked, confused, “Wait, why would it be a problem?”

“I’ve known Daniel since we were six years old. Do you know how many times he’s gotten sick? Zero. So to suddenly get sick, so bad that he collapses… that’s a cause for concern, I would say!”

“We don’t know if I’m sick,” Daniel chimed in. “It could just be exhaustion. I’ve never had to regenerate a wound like that, y’know? Could just be my body not being used to it. I think it’s best if we don’t freak out yet. I’ll just get some rest and, tomorrow, everything should be completely okay.”

“Okay,” I nodded, looking between Nico and Daniel. I wasn’t totally convinced. But maybe he was right, maybe I was just being paranoid. It’s not like he did the whole superhero thing often.. And I doubted he got into fights very often, especially ones that required him to use his regeneration. “I wanna look into this guy you fought. Can you tell me about him?”

“Oh, yeah, uh… let’s see… he was on the taller side, had most of his head shaved, except he had a mohawk, and that mohawk was bright, neon green. He dressed like a punk, leather jacket with spikes, combat boots, all that. Wish I’d caught his name though.”

“I’ll ask around. Maybe we can dig up some dirt on this guy, see if anyone knows who he is.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Jack… I’m uh.. Gonna try and sleep now.”

“Sounds good Danny.” Nico gave him a hug before we left, “Call us if ya need anything.” And we were out the door.

It seemed we had some detective work to do still.

#Hero's Dawn Arc #Jack POV

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru Maniac [09]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts at the inner courtyard

Yui: ( It had been so long since we last had a meal with a large group of people... )

( I guess you could say that everyone gathered here now is Subaru-kun’s ally. )

( Despite everything, I’d say that Subaru-kun has a lot of people backing him up, looking after him. )

( He has his own character and personality to thank for that, doesn’t he? )

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“For some reason...I can’t genuinely feel happy ‘bout this situation. ‘Cause I know that if it weren’t for you and the others...I wouldn’t have been able to achieve anythin’ at all.”

“Hey...Don’t you ever think that I’m a pathetic loser? Nahー I guess you’d never think such a thing.”

Subaru: ...

Yui: Subaru-kun...? Is there still something weighing down on your mind?

Subaru: ...In the end, I haven’t accomplished jackshit myself, have I?

That just kind of...irks me.

Yui: Eh...?

( I can’t believe he doesn’t realize it himself... )

...Listen, I believe that without your existence, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Subaru: ...My existence...?

Yui: Exactly.

Subaru: ...

...Now that you mention it, I feel like my mom said somethin’ similar in the past.

Yui: Christa-san did?

Subaru: Yeah. Back before she lost her mind.

ー A flashback ensues

Christa: Subaru. While you rarely ever express your genuine feelings, you are such a gentle boy at heart, aren’t you?

That is exactly why your existence has saved me.

Furthermore, your Father actually told me those exact same words in the past.

ーー Christa, it was your existence which saved me, he said.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: I see...You must take after your mother then.

Of course, I’m always being saved by you being here with me as well.

Subaru: Yui...

Yui: While you can be a little violent at times, you are actually an incredibly kind soul at heart.

I honestly have lost count of how many times that kindness of yours helped me not lose hope while living at the Sakamaki manor.

I could not imagine a life without you.

Subaru: ...

*ROAAAAAR*

Yui: Ah, again...

Subaru: ...Oi.

ー Subaru embraces her

*Rustle*

Yui: S-Subaru-kun...!? Why would you embrace me all of a sudden?

Subaru: Who cares? Anyway, just lemme stay like this for a bit.

Selection

→ It’s embarrassing

Yui: B-But...If somebody were to see us like this...

Subaru: It’s not like anyone will come all the way out here, don’t worry.

...Or should I make it so you can’t think ‘bout our surroundings anymore?

Yui: ...N-No thank you!

Subaru: Then be a good girl.

Yui: Okay...

→ Wrap your arms around his back (❦)

Yui: ( Subaru-kun... )

*Rustle rustle*

Subaru: ...What? You’re bein’ pretty bold, wrappin’ your arms ‘round me like that.

Yui: T-That wasn’t my intention but... Doing this helps me relax.

Subaru: Wha...!?

Fuck...Don’t say that kinda shit like it’s nothin’.

*ROAAAAAR*

Subaru: ...Seems like these cries are connected to my emotions somehow.

Yui: Eh? What do you mean by that...?

ー Kou suddenly runs up to them

Kou: Subaru-kun, M-neko-chan!

Subaru: !?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: K-Kou-kun? Why are you in such a panic...?

Kou: It’s bad news! You have to come at once!

Yui: S-Sure...

( I wonder what the bad news is...? )

Monologue

The words Christa-san spoke,

telling him that she was saved (救われている) by his very existence.

As someone who had to endure seeing her in her lunatic state,

I can only imagine how important of a memory that must be to Subaru-kun.

I can also genuinely sympathize with that feeling.

However, that short-lived moment of bliss (一瞬の幸福),

abruptly fell apart by Kou-kun’s arrival.

It would appear that,

fate does not intend,

to give us any breaks.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lesubarumaniac9

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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 years

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For the wip game: Bear and Otter (plz tell me it’s School of the Bear I will cry) and We Didn’t Start the Fire. I was tempted to ask after Fruits of the Hunt because it’s a stunning work, but @round--robin beat me to it.

Thank you very much for the tag!! I’ll absolutely play once I’m on my laptop ♥️

You get We Didn't Start the Fire, dear Berry. This fic was inspired by this amazing art on Twitter, and it spiralled outwards into a whole thing. We know that young wolf Witchers spent some of their training at the Temple of Melitele; Geralt's education there included writing and arithmetic. I wanted to do something with that.

The basic premise is that Lambert is the last of his year group. Eskel, seeing how bereft and lonely Lambert is, to the point he isn't even being sarcastic, Eskel agrees to be Lambert's escort to Melitele for the season.

I reasoned that there is no way Nenneke would play host to a bunch of rowdy Witcher boys around her own initiates, and would thus demand the presence of an adult witcher to keep them in order (and maintain their physical training regime).

The other schools send their boys too. Same time of year. There are a bunch of hazing rituals, lots of posturing, pranks. The schools clash because of their different approaches; the noble, uptight Griffins, the laid-back, feisty cats. Lambert will make friends with Aiden and Coën here. Eskel will bed both the Griffin instructor (Remy) and the cat instructor (Cedric), because he's bored and horny. That's about as far as the planning has got.

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The thinly stuffed mattress dipped at Lambert's back and a plate of food appeared at the edge of his blurred vision. "You need to eat somethin'," said a familiar voice, so deep it could've come from the bowels of the mountain.

"Not hungry," Lambert said, his words muffled into his forearms. "Piss off."

Silence followed but Eskel didn't move. His continued presence weighed at Lambert's back, and Lambert couldn't help but listen to the draw of his breath. Eskel acted like an anchor, tugging Lambert out of his own mind whether he liked it or not, and Lambert didn't like that one fucking bit. "If you're here to tell me that it's just the way things are. That he died for a greater cause, I'll–"

"Would it help?"

"What?"

"Would it help if I said those things? Do you want me to say 'em so you can throw a punch? Want me to say 'em 'cause you know half of it's true, and the other half's bullshit?"

Lambert's mouth opened and closed, unable to muster a response as he stared into Eskel's stern gaze. "Then why the fuck are you here?" he croaked out eventually. Eskel wasn't doing what the others had; telling him to snap out of it, or grow up, or sort his head out so they could get to filling it with their 'greater good' and 'destiny' bullcrap.

Eskel scratched at the smattering of stubble on his cheek, his gaze sliding away. "Figured you'd need somethin' to eat." He sighed. "I know what's goin' through your head. Same things were goin' through mine when Geralt–when they took him," Eskel waved vaguely at the wall, "but truth is… doing that would be spittin' on his grave."

"That's fuckin' different, Geralt came back. Voltehre, he's–he's gone. For nothing. For–for this, for–" Lambert suddenly felt suffocated by the medallion around his neck and tore the chain over his head. Eskel watched it sail through the air and land beneath the window ledge. He didn't comment as Lambert's breath hitched and he hid his face against his knees, but rose slowly from the mattress.

"Yeah. It's enough to make you want to jack it all in, but," Eskel's voice hitched as he bent down to pick up Lambert's medallion, "gotta ask yourself. What would Voltehre have done if your places were swapped?"

"What?"

"If you'd died, and he'd lived." Eskel returned to the bed and dropped down at Lambert's side again, reaching out only to steady the plate of bread and cured meat between them. "What would he have done?"

Lambert stared down at the plate even after Eskel's hand had moved away. "Dunno. Cried, probably. He was a baby like that."

Eskel had the wherewithal not to point out the tears staining Lambert's cheeks, but hummed to prompt him on.

"And he'd have to do all his potions work by himself, which he'd piss and moan about. Then–but what does it matter what he would do? He's not here. I am, and–"

"You're right. He didn't get to choose what he would do. 'Cause he's gone. But you, you get to choose what you do from here. Ain't nobody gonna stop you starving yourself to death, or throwin' yourself off a peak. A new set of boys will come trundlin' up that trail come autumn. But you'd be throwin' away an opportunity he never got a crack at."

Lambert glared into space as he sorted through his cherished memories of Voltehre. Every single one felt precious. He had always taken their friendship for granted, especially when they had both survived the Grasses. It had felt like they were invincible.

Eskel continued, turning Lambert's medallion over in his palm. "You're right. This doesn't mean anythin'. Not on its own. It's the Witcher that wears it that gives it meaning. Geralt made himself a code, you know. Something to live by."

"What about you?"

Eskel smiled, a slightly forlorn twist of the lips. "Me? I do my job, get paid and try to be palatable enough that the good folk of the Continent won't put me down before my time."

#witcher lambert #witcher eskel #tw3 #wip game #writing

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mlplovelight · 1 year

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Ch. 4 - Curiosity

What are you thinking about, APPLEJACK?

You’re sitting around the campfire with your friends Sweetcream Scoops and Berryshine, sizing up the strange necromancer pony Twilight Sparkle and her spectral companion Emerald Ray, who have randomly wandered into your life.

There are a lot of things that are racing across your mind, so what do you want to say to them?

“So why were y’all two followin’ us anyhow?” you decide to cut to the chase and ask the important question once everypony is finished with their meal, which takes some time after Twilight Sparkle asks for seconds and then thirds.

“Truth be told,” Emerald Ray is the first to speak up, the green spectral pony speaking with an air of gravitas and grace that makes her hard not to pay attention to, “we weren’t following you. At least, not at first. We were simply headed in the same direction.

“But little miss Twilight has been curious about you for quite some time, Applejack.”

“C’mon, Emerald,” Twilight grumbles, “don’t call me that in front of strangers.”

“I apologize,” Emerald Ray chuckles.

“So wait, back up,” Sweetcream Scoops chimes in, giving Twilight and Emerald an icy glare. “What do you mean ‘quite some time’? Exactly how long have you been spying on Applejack?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like to know that too,” you say awkwardly, the hairs on your neck suddenly standing on edge a bit, or however that turn of phrase goes.

“Spying?” Emerald Ray gives a single scornful chuckle.

“We haven’t been SPYING on you, you jerks!” Twilight points an accusatory hoof at Sweetcream, and then at you, switching back and forth between you two, and then a little bit at Berryshine for good measure. “YOU’RE the ones who come into our home and start making off with stuff!”

“You’re talkin’ about the scrapyard?” you ask, startin’ to put the pieces together. “The ruins of Old Equestria behind Ponyville?”

“That is correct,” Emerald Ray nods. “That scrapyard next to your home is the place that WE call home. We have been observing you and the other ponies of that community when you come into our home for our own safety, as anyone would do when a stranger enters their home.”

“I-I’m sorry if I took anything that belongs to anypony,” you mutter bashfully. “I try my best to only take scrap that isn’t attached to the spirits that roam the ruins.”

“And that level of care and attention is exactly what piqued our curiosity,” Emerald Ray says serenely, and you start to relax a little bit. You were worried you were in trouble for a sec there!

“We’ve been to A LOT of ruins,” Twilight adds, her tone rough and jagged, venom dripping from each word. “Most ponies don’t really care about the history of them, or the spirits that call them home. Even the ones who CLAIM to care about history usually just care about taking whatever they can get their hooves on and turning a profit on it. Makes me sick.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you say seriously. “There’s a whole lotta reasons why a pony might become a scrapper, but one thing a lot of ‘em have in common is a sense that the scrap from Old Equestria is first come first serve, and if you CAN take somethin’, you should.

“I ain’t about that. To me, the scrap is a tool to help the ponies in my community, and it wouldn’t be right for me to help my community at the expense of another. A lot of ponies might see ghosts as just a nuisance or as somethin’ scary, but I know that every spirit was a pony once, and they all have their reasons for hangin’ around. It ain’t my place to disturb ‘em.”

Sweetcream and Berryshine remain conspicuously silent. Berryshine doesn’t have much of an opinion on this matter; she’s not exactly a scrap collector herself, she only goes into the ruins together with other collectors to help carry what they collect for a split of the profits.

On the other hoof, Sweetcream couldn’t give a rat’s flank about the spirits that dwell in the ruins. She’s a practical pony who puts her community first and foremost. It’s only because of your influence that she’s become more hesitant to take what belongs to the spirits.

“Does that satisfy your curiosity, Twilight?” Emerald Ray asks, and you can hear a hint of smug satisfaction in her voice.

Twilight takes a long, slow deep breath, letting it out in an equally slow sigh. She doesn’t say anything else, but Emerald Ray appears to take it as confirmation regardless.

“Twilight Sparkle and I are looking for something,” Emerald Ray explains. “But travel is an exhausting process, especially for a pair such as us who have difficulty interacting with others. Not many are as openly accepting of a necromancer and the ghost that possesses her as you and your friends are.”

“So what, you wanna make me like a job offer or somethin’?” you tilt your head, not really sure what Emerald Ray is getting at here.

“Something like that,” Emerald says. “We know from some of the conversations we’ve overheard that you are interested in the history of the Apple ponies. What we are suggesting is a trade offer.”

“You know what happened to the Apples?!” you jump up in excitement, Sweetcream reflexively grabbing your shoulder to try and remind you to temper your expectations.

“No,” Emerald Ray says, and you sit back down in disappointment. “But I do have some knowledge of the Apple ponies, and I believe I can point you in the direction of those who know more.”

“Hmm, well that’s still pretty interesting,” you hum, stroking your chin. “So what would I be givin’ you in return?”

“Don’t misunderstand me, Applejack,” Emerald Ray says. “What I am offering is not a simple exchange of services, but an opportunity for both of us to benefit equally. What I am suggesting is that you, myself, and miss Twilight set out from this place together.

“You will help us with the things that our… *unique circumstances* make difficult for us, such as procuring food and lodging, and we will help you with our knowledge and expertise, and hopefully both of us can find what we’re looking for.”

You tap your chin even more thoughtfully now. That’s quite an offer they’re proposin’, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little curious, but uprootin’ your whole life on a whim like that is—

“Hold on a sec,” Sweetcream interjects, standing defensively between you and Emerald Ray. “How exactly do we know we can trust you? How do we know you even have any info on the Apple ponies, or that you have any of this ‘expertise’ you claim? All we’ve seen from your necromancer is aggression and embarrassingly poor stealth!”

“Do you want to see what I can do that badly?” Twilight says coldly, staring dead-eyed straight at Sweetcream Scoops, and for the first time you feel yourself actually scared of her.

“Relax, Twilight,” Emerald steps between Twilight and Sweetcream to stand directly in front of your friend. “These ponies are absolutely justified in their suspicion. In fact, I would be concerned if they DIDN’T express some measure of skepticism.”

“Okay, so… where are my answers?” Sweetcream doesn’t back down, just pushing back against Emerald Ray.

“Yeah! Get their butts, Sweetcream!” Berryshine cheers.

“Uh, hold on,” you clear your throat and step in front of Sweetcream, gently pushing her back again. It’s your instinct to step in when stuff starts to get heated, and the last thing you wanna see is a fight breakin’ out or somethin’. “Can I have some time to think things over?”

“Of course,” Emerald Ray says. “We’re practically neighbors once we return home, so you’ll have plenty of time to think things over and you’ll know where to find us once you’ve reached a decision.”

“Then I think I’ll take you up on that at least,” you say, sitting on your haunches. “Cuz this is kinda a lot.”

“I understand,” Emerald Rays hums. “If I may ask though, what do you already know about the Apple ponies?”

“Not much,” you shrug. “Just that they were at the forefront of a lot of Old Equestrian technology, they made a bunch of the stuff that we’ve been able to recover and repurpose to make our lives easier even in modern Equestria.”

“Are you aware that they were all clearkin ponies?” Emerald Ray asks, and your ears flick up.

“No, that’s news to me,” you say in awe, mouth thoroughly agape. The clearkin ponies are a nomadic and ascetic culture of earth ponies; they often live in the mountains, far away from the more coastal regions the hearthkin ponies that you belong to live in.

“Wh—is that true?” Sweetcream asks, sounding just as awed as you are. “They weren’t hearthkin ponies? I thought—“

“Not only were they clearkin,” Emerald Ray explains, “but it’s said that the first Apple was the originator of clearkin magic. I don’t know if that part of the story is true, but I find it believable, and I know that the Apples were a respected clan in clearkin culture. They might still be, but it’s been an age since I last spoke with clearkin ponies.”

This suddenly went from being ‘a lot’ to being A LOT.

“Uhhhhh,” is all you know how to say.

“Yeah, are you impressed?” Twilight says smugly. “Emerald Ray knows what’s up! She wasn’t lying about our expertise!”

“The word ‘our’ is doing some heavy lifting there, pup,” Sweetcream says coldly, and Twilight just clicks her tongue in response.

“Listen here you little—“ Twilight stomps her hoof and takes a step forward before Emerald chimes in.

“Don’t lose your head, Twilight,” she says.

“But Emerald! I can’t just let them talk about me like that!” Twilight huffs.

“Who are you trying to impress?” Emerald asks, and Twilight just groans and takes a step back, Sweetcream adorning a smug grin in the process.

“Cool your heels too, Sweetcream,” you stand up and put a hoof on Sweetcream’s shoulder. “First impressions aside, these two have been nothin’ but nice to us.”

“Fine, whatever,” Sweetcream rolls her eyes and walks away toward her tent. “You do whatever you want, Applejack. I’m hitting the hay.”

“I think I’ll turn in too,” Berryshine yawns. “Will you be okay by yourself, Applejack?”

“Mhm,” you nod confidently.

“Heh, I knew you’d say that,” Berryshine chuckles and then takes off for her tent, leaving you alone with Twilight and Emerald Ray, which honestly suits you just fine. Less moods you gotta juggle, less ponies you gotta look out for.

“Finally,” Twilight exhales sharply. “Maybe now we can have a decent conversation.”

“I apologize for my friends,” you say quietly, taking a couple steps away from the tents and toward the edge of your camp. “I swear they’re both sweethearts.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Emerald Ray offers a pleasant smile. “Like I said, Twilight and I are used to meeting friction on account of our eccentricities.”

“Used to it, yeah,” Twilight grumbles, folding her forelegs across her chest and sitting on her haunches. “It still sucks though.”

“I know,” Emerald Ray offers a sympathetic sigh and curls her spectral form up around Twilight like a blanket.

You can’t help but sympathize with these two, especially considering the tenderness on display in their relationship. They’re kind to each other, and they’ve been kind to you.

You remember what it was like when you were all alone, just you against the world. No family, no friends, and a debilitating unchecked emotional disorder that you didn’t know how to deal with. It sucked, and no one was there for you, so you always do your best to be there for others.

You’ve made up your mind already. You’re gonna take them up on their offer, not outta curiosity about the Apples (though that is a neat perk) but because two ponies who need help are asking for it right in front of you, and you can’t turn them down.

“What exactly are y’all two lookin’ for anyway?” you ask, figuring you should know what you’re getting into before you sign up.

“My body,” Emerald Ray says. “If I can find the corporeal shell I used to inhabit in life, I can be revived and continue my life anew.”

“Is that how that works?” you tilt your head in confusion. “I didn’t think there was any way for a pony to be brought back after they die.”

“Most ponies don’t possess the mastery of life and death that I have,” Emerald Ray says, and her absolute confidence sends a chill up your spine. “After all, most ponies are not ancient alicorn sorcerers.”

“EXCUSE me?” you balk, unable to contain a befuddled scoff. “Now I know yer just pullin’ my leg. Even IF alicorns really existed, and that’s a BIG ‘if’, they all would’ve disappeared hundreds or even thousands of years ago!”

“Oh, I didn’t realize there was an expiration date on being dead,” Emerald Ray says dryly.

“Har har,” you narrow your eyes. “What I’m sayin’ is, even if you were supposedly an alicorn, how could you expect your body to still be around? It would’ve rotted away eons ago!”

“Twilight, do you want to show her the thing?” Emerald Ray asks, and the sheer casualness of her voice gives you pause.

“Oh, yeah sure,” Twilight nods and she takes off her saddlebags, dropping them on the ground and opening up one side, revealing a pouch full to bursting with bony bones.

“Uhhhhhh,” again, you’re not sure what to say, but then you realize what actually matters.

The bones are radiating with magic, in a way not too different from the scrap of Old Equestria.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Emerald Ray chuckles. “These are all my bones.”

The collection is mostly indistinct shards and maybe some cracked ribs or somethin’; even with the sheer number in front of you, you can’t make out any shapes that would actually constitute a full skeleton or anything even close.

“Uhhhhhh,” you got nothin’.

But you can’t deny that these are pony bones, and you can’t deny the magic pourin’ off of ‘em. You’re not sure you’re convinced that these are necessarily alicorn bones, or even that they’re Emerald Ray’s bones, but SOMETHING is definitely up with ‘em.

“Well alright then,” you take a deep breath and then smile at Twilight Sparkle and Emerald Ray. “I dunno what to really make of this sudden swerve, but I do know this; you two are askin’ for my help, and I’m happy to give it. If y’all wanna travel together in search of your body, count me in.”

“Uhhhhhhh,” Twilight blurts out, jaw dropped. Both her and Emerald Ray’s eyes are wide with shock, and you suddenly notice that Emerald Ray’s eyes are a striking sapphire blue.

“Well!” Emerald Ray chirps. “Consider me pleasantly surprised.”

“What, you didn’t think I’d really do it?” you say with a laugh.

“We’re not used to things going our way, that’s all,” Emerald Ray says.

“Tell ya what,” you say, “we’ll head back to Ponyville together. It’s not too far, but it’ll give us a little taste of travellin’ together. Once we’re back home, we’ll make some preparations. I’ve gone on a couple trips before, but nothin’ too big. Do you know where we’re headed, by the way?”

“I have some ideas, but nothing concrete, I’m afraid,” Emerald Ray says.

“That’s what I figured,” you nod. “So we should prepare for a big trip, just in case. Oh, and if we’re goin’ on a big trip, it might not be too easy with just the three of us, so I’ll ask around town and see if anyone else wants to come with.”

“By all means, invite whoever you feel is up to the task,” Emerald Ray says, her voice as pleasant as her smile.

“Geez, I’m gettin’ kinda excited now!” you can’t help but stamp your hooves in the dirt to get the energy out. “I’ve always wanted to go on like an adventure!”

“Me too,” Twilight mutters under her breath, a slight smirk cracking through her defenses. You decide not to call attention to it cuz you’re pretty sure she’d just get embarrassed, but she’s kinda adorable.

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