#every time i decide to return there's immediately something that reminds me why i left in the first place

[jedi-hawkins]

Callsign: Omega

post-s3 finale head cannons (spoilers, duh)

Omega, she’s become one of the most famous pilots for the rebellion.

She names her x-wing “Havoc 5” for her brothers

Of course it has their ct numbers written across the back, right behind the cockpit, for they’re always watching her six. She can't see them when she's flying, and frankly doesn't look at the worn numbers there every day, but they're there always.

The belly of her x-wing is covered in tally marks. The blue ones are for each clone she’s helped free, an ohmage to a clone her brother Echo told her about, ARC-5555. The black ones are for every other being she's helped free. And the red ones, those are for the lives that have passed on and become one with the Force.

On part of her landing gear is a blue pawprint.

On her helmet she only has five things painted, a knife, a crosshair, a tooka doll, a handprint, and a pair of goggles.

On the shoulder of her flight suit, she adds another CF 99 patch, just like the one on her jacket.

She goes by callsign “Omega” for she is the last. The end. The final thing her enemies will see, the last thing the Empire will feel as it falls. She is the being that brings an end to the suffering that so many clones have faced as wards of the Empire when she shows up to liberate them. Omega.

Bonus: The first time she returns to Pabu, Hunter immediately notices the nose art she's chosen to paint on her shuttle, the one built from the Marauder's salvage. It's a stark replica of the nose art that once adorned the original ship, back in the Clone Wars. His stomach plummets and he can't even find the words. As his daughter strolls down the ramp, she immediately bursts into laughter at the look on his face.

Her brothers, Crosshair and Wrecker stroll into the courtyard, the larger of the two asking loudly, "What's so funny, 'Meg?"

"I think that is what's so funny." The lankier one replies, gesturing to the nose of the shuttle with his left hand. He's forgone his prosthetic today. Some days he wears it, others he chooses to wear his cap with pride.

Wrecker scratches his beard and both his eyes widen, "WAIT- IS THAT?"

"So, it would seem." Crosshair says, placing a toothpick between his lips. "Breathe, Hunter." He says pointedly at his brother, who still looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"I-uhh. It's good to have you home, Omega." He finally stutters out.

He wraps his arms around her tightly as always, but his eyes are still glued to the hull of her shuttle. "Done some decorating, I see?"

"Yeah." She replies simply, giving Wrecker and Crosshair their own due hugs. "You like it?"

"It certainly is... something." Hunter gets out, stumbling over his words yet again.

"I found the image in some old Republic files we recovered, it reminded me of something I saw as a kid, but I don't remember where." She says, coming to stand beside Hunter again.

"Ehhh... Omega." Her father groans, running a hand through his greying hair. "Do you... Do you remember what the Marauder looked like when we first met?"

She turns to him. "No, why do you ask?"

Hunter finally peels his eyes away from the shuttle to face his daughter. "That picture you found... That was... That was the Marauder, that's where you know it from. You only saw it once. We scrubbed it off as soon as we decided to come back to Kamino for you."

"Really? I had no recollection." Omega tries to stop the grin from spreading across her face, but she can't help it, and Hunter, still perceptive as always scoffs at her.

"Why you little..." He growls at her, stifling his own laughter.

"I think she knows..." Crosshair chimes in, running his hand through his silver locks.

Wrecker's jaw drops, "Wait, you know where that's from?"

Omega shakes her head at her brothers. "Of course I know, I never forgot how awkward you all were when I asked about it. It didn't click exactly why until I found that old picture. Thought I'd bring it back for old time's sake, eh Hunter?"

Hunter's eyes widen as words escape him once again.

"Kidding," Omega teases. "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be."

Crosshair steps closer to the shuttle to examine the paint job. "Though this has been wildly entertaining, it might be best for you to scrub it, 'Mega."

Omega crosses her arms. "Why? You did it first little brother."

His eyes narrow at his sister, he's the only one she ever pulls that with and though he secretly loves it, she can't know that. "I mean it." He says sternly, pointing his toothpick at her. "Otherwise, Hunter is going to have an aneurysm every time you come home."

Omega looks to the clone beside her, just barely an inch shorter than her now. She places a hand on his shoulder, "Of course I'll scrub it. Echo thought the idea was hilarious. Plus, it gave me an opening to show you this."

She gently reaches into her bag and brings out a holoframe, turning it so Hunter can see. It looks just like any other quick photo taken in a Republic shipyard. Troopers are milling around in the back, by the looks of the landscape it might've been Ryloth. The focus of the photo, however, is a black Omicron-class attack shuttle and five clone commandos posed in front of it in red and black armor.

Their helmets are off, their faces young and confident, proud of their most recent mission. Though, the sniper has a rifle held in his right hand, and the one crouched in front doesn't have his goggles on. But it's clear who it is, all five of them. And on the nose of the attack shuttle behind them, is the striking portrait of the last senator of Naboo.

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[generalllimaginesss]

"If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you” with Jack.

I can only imagine what it would be like to have fans attack you if you were publicly dating him. I feel like Jack is so conscious of this. And he’s just soft boyfriend Jack trying to block out the unnecessary noise.

Maybe they just went public and she’s getting a lot of hate and it’s making her insecure. And Jack reminds her that it’s just them against the world and the only people whose opinions matter are their family and friends who love her.

Warnings: self depreciation, insecurities, self image issues, etc. Please don't read if you're not in a good headspace!!!

This is probably my favorite thing that I’ve written. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

plus size! reader x Jack Hughes

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You knew that dating somebody in the limelight would have its challenges. Hell, dating an average person was hard. But nothing could have prepared you for the magnitude of hate that hit as soon as Jack went public with your relationship.

It wasn't like the relationship was new. The two of you had been dating for almost a year before he decided to post you on his Instagram. You let Jack set the pace since he was used to the attention. He could let things go in one ear and out the other a lot easier than you could. He was almost conditioned to be able to do that. You, on the other hand, took everything very personally. Every comment about your weight, about what you wore, about how Jack looked miserable with you, they all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You didn't understand why all of these people were coming at you saying so many horrible things, but Jack tried his best to ease your mind and remind you that at the end of the day it was you and him.

He did a really good job at this normally, but he was away on a roadie for a few days and things began to get really bad. This started when you saw a fan account for Jack post something about how Jack downgraded from Sienna to you and all of the comments agreeing.

It was like a rabbit hole...once you clicked on that post it led you to many others. They all made you feel like shit, but when people started commenting on your body, saying that they "didn't know Jack dated plus size girls," it hurt. Your body was yours. It wasn't like you could just zip it off and find a new one, but if you could you would, just to shut the comments up.

You spent the 3 days Jack was gone in a really dark depression. No laundry was done, you hadn't showered, and you barely could make yourself get out of bed to brush your teeth. Dishes piled in the sink, but you couldn't make yourself do them. You knew the signs of your depression, but you welcomed them in a way, almost like a coping mechanism. Not allowing people to see you was the only way the haters couldn't get new material. Was it a healthy way to cope? Obviously not, but it was what worked in the moment.

As soon as Jack walked through the front door, returning from the games, he could tell something wasn't right. You always kept up with the chores when he was away, normally making the house spotless before he got back. So when he saw the state of the kitchen and eventually the rest of the house, he knew something was off.

When he walked into the bedroom and saw that you were pretty much in the same spot he left you in he immediately dropped his bags and climbed into the bed with you, forcing you to look at him.

He gently shifted your body to face him, cupping your cheek gently with his hand.

"Baby, what happened," He made note of the streaks that stained your face, probably from countless hours of crying. He wanted to make them disappear immediately. You were his happy-go-lucky, carefree girl. You danced around the house all the time, singing whatever song was playing. This side of you was uncharted territory that he wanted to take away so bad.

"I just need you to hold me," You began to hyperventilate, worried that if he didn't hold you that he would leave you. Even though that would never in a million years cross his mind. But he did as you asked, and whether it was for 5 minutes or 30 minutes, he didn't know. He held you until you pulled away.

"Can we talk about it?" Jack asked, pulling the hair that crusted on your cheek from the tears out of your face. He treated you like you were fragile, and you hated that he felt that way.

"It's just the comments, Jack. I'm already insecure sometimes and these people come at me in so many horrible ways," You began to explain, loose tears streaming down your face, but you were composed otherwise.

"They compare me to Sienna, and God, I know I'm not as pretty as her. They tell me I'm fat and that they didn't know you dated "fat" girls. It's just insane. Do they not realize that I actually am a real person with real emotions? Do they know that I've believed, at some point in time, the things they are saying? I've worked so hard to get to this place where I'm at, to love who I am, and within the span of 3 days they just tear it all down," You let the words just flow from your mouth, whatever thought that comes to mind is voiced to Jack.

"Baby, they don't care. They don't care because they're jealous," He tries to soothe you, but it almost made you mad. Not at Jack, but at the whole situation.

"What the fuck are they jealous of? My thighs that I cover with leggings and pants so that I won't have to go through the pain of them chafing? Are they jealous of the fucking stretch marks that go up my stomach, so I refuse to wear regular bikini bottoms? I mean what the fuck, do they want my anxiety and depression? I will gladly give them that..." The tears were beginning to pick up, but Jack continued to rub your back, waiting to get the chance to speak again.

"I know you could have any girl you wanted. It makes me sick when I see some blonde walk past that looks like she stepped out of a magazine because I know that's what you deserve. You don't deserve this. You're Jack fucking Hughes," You looked at him, your lip quivering. You were going to say something else, but Jack put his finger on your lips, gently stopping you from continuing.

"You gotta stop that. I can't let you keep putting yourself down like this, not when I love you with my whole fucking heart," He began.

"First off, I had that. I had whatever you consider a girl walking out of a magazine is. Look how that turned out. It didn't, did it? You don't look like Sienna, and I'm so fucking glad because I don't want her kind of beautiful. I want your kind. I want to see all of the things on your body that show me that you lived. I don't want some manufactured cookie-cutter girlfriend. I want somebody that nobody else has," He pulled you in for a hug, continuing to talk while placing kisses ever so gently on your cheek and neck, looking out the window at the busyness that was the outside world. All he could think about was how you didn't see what he saw. Why couldn't you see it?

"Baby, I want you to realize something. If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you. Without a second thought, with no regrets. Every. Single. Time. You have such a special relationship with my brothers and that means the absolute world to me. They love you so much. My parents tell me I should marry you anytime that you come up in the conversation. The entire team has commented on how much happier I am with you. And if I'm being completely honest, at the end of the day I don't give a damn what anybody else has to say because it's me and you until the end. Do you understand me?" He broke the hug, cupping your face with both hands and wiping at the tears with his thumbs.

"I love you," You whisper, your voice long gone by now.

Jack pulls your forehead toward his lips, kissing it for a few seconds before letting your head go.

"I love you, too. More than you, or anybody else, will ever know. Now, I think we could go for some cleaning karaoke, yeah? I'll wash the dishes if you'll dry them," He poked at your side, trying, and succeeding, in forcing a grin on your face.

"Only if we can get a shower together afterwards," You bargained, taking in the beautiful boy.

"Deal," He says and drags you off to the kitchen, connecting his phone the the speaker and blaring Dierks Bentley's new song "Beer at My Funeral," occasionally twirling you in a circle.

The water may or may not have gotten everywhere since Jack decided it was a good idea to spray you with the hose that connected to the sink, but he enjoyed every second that he got chased by you around the island.

Once the dishes were put up and the shower washed away the remaining bit of your depression, Jack couldn't help but to just admire you. He promised himself then that he would remind you so often of how beautiful you were so that would be the only words ringing through your head, taking up any space that the hate may have. Because it was true. You were the most beautiful and precious thing that had ever walked into his life, and he'd be damned if anyone made you feel otherwise.

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[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 42: SEX TAPE

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Extreme Smut

PLEASE COMMENT AND ENGAGE!

The following morning, when you stumbled into the living room, you noticed that your dress had been hung up over one of the armchairs neatly and that there was no sign of Kit. It looked like she had packed up and left without saying goodbye, causing you a mix of relief and concern simultaneously. Relief, because your unease around her presence eased somewhat, and concern, because something about her sudden departure struck you as odd. Nonetheless, you decided to put these worries aside temporarily and focused on preparing for the day ahead.

You made some coffee and took a seat beside the window to read through Cillian's latest script, knowing that he wouldn't mind. Cillian himself was still sleeping peacefully, clearly exhausted from last night's chaos. He deserved a rest. Taking in the view outside, you felt grateful for the serene silence surrounding you. However, amidst the tranquility, there was an eerie sense of loneliness hanging in the air. It dawned on you then that even amidst Cillian's fame and success, his life was far from perfect and neither was yours.

You had recently received some letters from the department of immigration, reminding you that your visa was going to run out within six months and, unless you found a suitable employer who was willing to sponsor you, you knew that you had to return to the US. 

Unbeknownst to Cillian, you had spent countless sleepless nights wracking your brain, trying to come up with ways to prolong your stay in Ireland, yet nothing came close to materialising just yet. Feeling guilty and fearful of burdening Cillian with your problems, you resolved to wait patiently for the opportune moment to confide in him about this issue but it like as though he had bigger issues to deal with right now as, suddenly, his manager knocked on the door.

"Up so early?" you asked after having opened the door for Ben, who was in his sixties and exhausted from last night's BAFTAs. 

"Yes. Where is Cillian?" he asked immediately, and almost rudely, just as Cillian stumbled out of the bedroom, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. 

"Good morning, Ben" Cillian said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes. "Anything interesting?" he wondered, seeing that Ben usually liked to sleep in past nine. 

"Interesting might be putting it lightly," Ben replied worryingly. "There's some bad news coming our way, unfortunately," he explained, and Cillian's brows furrowed. 

"Oh, really? What sort of bad news?" Cillian asked, sitting down opposite Ben. His curiosity piqued instantly.

Ben glanced nervously across the table at Cillian before breaking the unsettling news.

"So, this morning, I was informed that there's this video on the internet now, featuring you engaging in explicit sexual acts," Ben explained, causing Cillian to choke on his cup of coffee. 

Hearing those dreadful words, Cillian froze, unable to believe what he heard. His face drained of color as his world crumbled beneath him.

"What?" Cillian croaked hoarsely, scarcely able to find words. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still – reality suspended, disbelief palpable in every cell of his body. He couldn't fathom why someone would do such a thing, seeking vengeance perhaps? Or simply to exploit his celebrity status? Regardless, the thought of this sordid act being public knowledge sent waves of panic coursing through his veins.

"Am I on the video too?" you asked a little calmer than Cillian, but still confused.

"Unfortunately, not, because if you were, you at least could give a statement together when shit hits the fan,"

Ben answered bitterly, his voice dripping with fatigue. His eyes fell onto you briefly, conveying sorrow and compassion. There wasn't much more to add—this was indeed terrible news.

"Then who is on the video? Do you have a copy of it? I mean, is it even me on the video or is it photoshopped?" Cillian queried, barely containing his anxiety as his head swirled with questions. 

"Oh, it's you and you seem rather drunk too, man. This is much worse than the public urination incident," Ben scoffed sarcastically, attempting to defuse the situation slightly as he handed him his phone. 

Despite Ben's efforts to alleviate the gravity of the situation, it did little to comfort Cillian, who remained gripped by terror. All manner of scenarios ran rampant through his mind; all of them potentially damning to his reputation and career.

Reluctantly, he clicked on the video while you sat by his side, hoping fervently that none of it was true. But as the footage began playing, he realized the unimaginable truth: yes, there he was, captured in all his vulnerability.

He could hardly breathe as he watched himself perform intimate acts, oblivious to the fact that they were being recorded. Each stroke of his hand, each whisper, etched themselves indelibly onto his memory, forever marring the sanctity of the most private moments he had ever known. His face flushed crimson with shame, regret surging through his veins like lava.

Seeing him have sex with another woman brought back memories of painful rejections and broken promises.

Your own heart plummeted as well, imagining how it must feel to discover such a compromising video was released online. It didn’t matter how innocently it happened; everything had become muddled, cloudy in your eyes.

The sound of your breath quickened, mirroring the rapid pulse throbbing against his temple. The heat radiating off his skin intensified, giving credibility to the choking sensation rising inside his chest.

"Turn it off!" you choked, holding back tears. "Kit did this and the fact that you had sex with a woman like this makes me ill," you cried, incredulous at the idea of betrayal running deeper than anything you had previously witnessed. Even though your heart ached for Cillian, your rage mounted as you remembered the snarky remarks, the condescending attitude, and the calculated ambition simmering beneath the surface whenever you interacted with Kit. And now, she had stooped so low, trading in the privacy of others like currency.

"She wouldn't..." he began to say, struggling to maintain composure as you interrupted him.

"Yes, she fucking would and you are too blind to see it. Do you know how she talks to me? The things she tells me, Cillian? You have no idea how vile this woman is," you broke down.

Your jaw clenched tightly, feeling anger and frustration seething beneath your calm exterior. In spite of your turmoil, however, you knew that venting this rage directly toward Cillian would accomplish nothing except further strain already fraught relations. So instead, you turned your attention away from him for a fleeting moment, taking stock of the situation at large.

"What do you think Ben?" Cillian finally managed to utter after watching the video, trying hard to regulate his pounding heart rate. As if in response to his question, Ben let out a heavy sigh, reaching for his glass of water which sat on the nearby coffee table. With a quiet murmur, he drank deeply from the glass, his expression grimacing with disapproval and pity for his client and friend.

"Well, we need to handle this swiftly and decisively, my boy", Ben advised sternly, looking straight into Cillian's eye.

"First, we contact everyone involved – the media, any potential legal representatives and Kit," Ben said and, with reluctance, Cillian nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

A torrent of conflicting emotions cascaded over you in that moment, leaving you raw and exposed, nauseous with anxiety.

"I am sorry, I..." you interrupted them, feeling nauseous again, just like last night, before disappearing into the bathroom momentarily.

Upon returning, you noticed Cillian wiping his eyes vigorously, struggling to process the magnitude of his predicament. Your hearts continued to beat in tandem, the rhythm matching the crescendo of anger and despair mounting within both of you. Cillian reached out towards you instinctively, grasping your hands tightly, needing something tangible to anchor him during these tumultuous times.

"I am sorry this happened," he apologized sincerely, fully aware of his responsibility in this whole mess. 

"It's not your fault. I mean, yes, you slept with her after we had broken up and it's pretty awful for me to watch you have sex with another woman, but I can't really be angry at you for something you did when we weren't together," you tried to rationalise, doing your best to suppress the jealousy burning hotter inside.

Cillian took a deep breath, letting out a shaky exhale as he attempted to compose himself. "You are perfect, you know that?" he spoke softly, stroking your cheek tenderly. The warmth from his touch offered solace amidst the storm.

Inside his head, he struggled with guilt and remorse over his transgressions, yet the genuine concern evident in his gaze was enough to quell the nagging doubt clawing at the corners of your mind.

Understanding your insecurities, he held you closer, drawing strength from your steadfast presence while Ben made several calls in order to get the video taken down.

"I think a statement from you would be helpful here," he said gravely, gesturing towards Cillian who usually hated talking to the press and, together with his publicist, they prepared exactly this. A detailed statement in which, finally, Cillian threw Kit under the bus after receiving critical information from the agency's team that the video had indeed been linked back to Kit's IP address.

"Who knows what else she is responsible for," Ben said recalling several articles which had been released ever since you came into the pictures as well as past cheating allegations which drove a wedge into Cillian's and Danielle's already fragile marriage at the time. 

As your resentment escalated, so did your desire to confront Kit. Yet, the very notion terrified you, fearing retaliation or further humiliation. After discussing with Ben about the plan of action, including approaching law enforcement and issuing statements, you retreated to bedroom where you laid curled around yourself, wrestling with your demons once more.

Perhaps Kit was right when she said that you were not cut out for this life, that you were naïve and idealistic compared to those who frequented these circles. However, despite your doubts, it seemed impossible to escape the pull of this world.

Hearing the front door open and close, followed by familiar steps entering the room, pulled you out of your introspection. Turning towards Cillian, you saw him pale with exhaustion and worry as he approached the bed.

Reaching out for your hand, he gave it a firm squeeze. "We will make it through this," he promised earnestly, offering some measure of comfort in this chaos.

"I am not too worried about, well, the obvious, I suppose. But I am worried about how this will affect us, because I love you so fucking much," Cillian

confessed passionately, wrapping his arms around you protectively. His eyes reflected an intensity of emotion, conveying profound gratitude for your unwavering support during this challenging period.

Unable to form coherent words due to the lump in your throat, you simply leaned into him, allowing the solidarity of his embrace to offer consolation and respite. There was still so much left undiscovered about one another, yet somehow, this shared experience only brought you even closer together.

"I love you too Cillian, beyond anything I could possibly imagine. This thing with Kit won't change that," you assured him, intertwining your fingers with his, seeking solace in his unwavering affection.

"And neither should it," Cillian replied solemnly, kissing your forehead gently. 

"I did watch the entire video. It wasn't very long but I noticed something stubble," you then admitted shamelessly to break the ice, avoiding direct eye contact. Despite being repulsed by the incident itself, curiosity got the better of you, wanting to understand why someone would record themselves having intimate encounters without permission.

"And what is that?" Cillian asked suspiciously, intrigued by your observation.

"You said my name, not hers," you explained carefully, choosing your words delicately, causing Cillian to smile.

"I thought about you, obviously," Cillian added reassuringly, his face flush from embarrassment.

There was an awkward silence before Cillian continued, "You do something to me that I can't quite comprehend, but you already know that, don't you?"

You giggled lightheartedly, grateful for his sense of humor. Gripping onto his arm tighter, you felt the weight of his words sink into your soul. "Yes, I do. I have you wrapped right around my finger, Mr Murphy" you expressed genuinely, appreciating his vulnerability.

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[thxjoon]

You’re the only good thing in my life pt 2

-genre/warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of cheating in the past, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, fighting

A/n very sorry for the long wait, I had written my part 2 but decided I didn’t like it and rewrote it…. This is still not finished btw, there will be one last part I also just realized i never titled this :o

Once namjoons mother had found out that namjoon had been unfaithful to minseo she was furious. She knew how much minseo cared for her son. She couldn’t believe he’d do something like that to her.

But of course namjoon was her son. she was disappointed but at the end of the day she understood that people make mistakes.

After work he decided to go down to seokjins house to talk. he decided to give up his land. It has already caused enough trouble in his life. He didn’t want it anymore.

Upon arriving he lets himself in, immediately stopping in his tracks seeing his brother, seokjin sitting with his wife, minseo.

“Minseo, what are you doing here?”

Minseo stood as she ignored his question

“Well then, I should be heading home now”

Pushing past namjoon out the front door as he followed her

“Minseo wait!” He say’s grabbing her arm

“Let go of me, please” she couldnt even look at him, not because she didn’t want to but because it hurt too much

“I asked you a question. what are you doing at my brothers house?”

“Does it matter?” She tried tugging her arm out of his hold

He responded holding her tighter

“Yes it does. You have no business being here, especially alone with him.” What was he insinuating?

“I wanted to know who she was” she finally looked him in the eyes

“Who?”

“Your lover” tears started to brim her eyes

“Minseo, he has no business in our marriage. If you wanted to know the truth of what happened you could’ve ask me”

“I couldn’t. You know why? Because it hurts much more coming from you. I do not wish to know all the details”

It was silent for a moment before namjoon spoke “when that night happened, we were nearly a month married, we were Still not fully familiar with eachother. It was before I had realized how much you meant to me, before I knew that I loved you. I could not tell you who it was because I truly do not know. I try hard to forget that regretful night. Ever since the night we confessed our love for each other I’ve been thinking of no one else except you. Please minseo, im sorry.”

Tears ran down her face as she struggled to speak “it doesn’t matter. You were still my husband. I’ve been nothing but faithful to you since I found out about this whole situation” she nearly ran when he loosened his grip on her arm. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this.

Namjoon stood there feeling defeated. Seeing jin staring out the window. When they locked eyes jin quickly hid behind the curtains. Namjoon left shaking his head.

Upon returning home, it was quiet. Namjoon had called off their weekly family dinner once again, saying it was because he wasn’t feeling well but everyone in the family already knew what was going on.

Heading to bed with a heavy heart, feeling absolutely horrible not having minseo there to comfort him.

Minseo spent most of her days avoiding him at all costs. She knew she couldn’t hide forever but every time she saw him she was reminded of everything that has been happening but at the same time she was missing her husband. She soon realized that she really didn’t have anyone else.

Namjoon had started working even later into the night just to keep his mind busy. Trying to get things done as he kept postponing them all week.

“Namjoon” he was broken out of his thoughts as he saw her, minseo.

“Yes? What happened?” He immediately stood up

“Your mother, she can’t get a hold of you. She’s been calling for a while now”

“Oh, yeah I was busy, I’ll call her in a minute-”

“I already talked to her, she said she’s having a gathering at her home tomorrow and you must attend, no exceptions”

He nodded “will you be going?”

“I might, Depending on how I’m feeling. Night.” She said walking out the door of his home office not giving him a second glance

“Goodnight!” He said before she shut the door. He slumped back into his chair not remembering what he was doing just a minute ago.

-

The next day namjoon waited practically the whole day for minseo. He thought they would drive there together but she never asked or even mentioned she was going. He decided to go before it got too late, he figured she probably didn’t want to go.

Namjoon arrived a little late but he knew he had to show up or else his mother would have given him an earful.

Walking in seeing everyone talking, laughing with each other. He immediately felt nervous. He shouldn’t be, this is his family.

“Namjoon!” His mother is the first to greet him “thank you for coming, dear” she kissed his cheek

“Well you said no exceptions so here I am” he sighed

“Everyone is here, go say hello” she encouraged with a smile on her face

“Mother, im really not-“

“Minseo is here too” his mother added

“Where?” He questioned immediately looking around for her

“I believe she’s out back”

Immediately going to see if she was actually here, going out the back door of his mothers house. He sees her. Sitting beautifully, legs crossed in her white floral dress talking with a family member. They both stop mid conversation as he spoke

“Hi- im sorry to interrupt” namjoon looked nervous

“That’s alright dear, I’ll be heading inside now. It was good seeing you sweetheart” his great aunt says as she said goodbye to minseo

“I thought you weren’t coming” namjoon sat down once they were alone

“I never said I wasn’t” taking a sip of her drink feeling nervous herself

“I waited for you, I thought maybe we’d drive down together” namjoon searched for her eyes but she wouldn’t look at his

“Seokjin brought me.”

“Oh” Namjoon was beginning to feel a sort of hatred towards his brother. He just couldn’t keep his nose out of his marriage

“You look beautiful as always”changing the subject he reached for her hands that were on the table

“I’m leaving” She finally looked at him as she pulled her hands away

“Leaving? What do you mean?”

“Back home, with my mother.”

“What, Why? My love you-“

“Because I need to. I feel lonely here, I need to get away for a while. It’s all too much”

“Everyone loves you here, my mother, our aunts everyone adores you- I can’t be without you, please” he didn’t realized tears had begun to form in his eyes

“You’ve lived without me before, you’ll be fine namjoon. I’m sure you’ll find someone else to entertain you”

“No. No I don’t want anyone else. Just you, Minseo. I can’t imagine my life without you. I-I love you so much. Please, please tell me what I should do so that you’ll stay” his heart felt like it was aching in his chest. He’d never thought that his worst nightmare would be to lose his wife.

she could see it in his eyes how sorry he was but her trust had been broken “How can I trust you anymore joon?”

“I promise you that I’ll never hurt you again my love. I truly never meant to hurt you. I honestly thought that this marriage wasn’t going to be a real marriage. But I-I fell for you so hard.” He himself would’ve never thought this would happen but it did. And he’s never been so happy to have found her.

She went to put one of her hands on top of his arm “I still love you namjoon. You can’t stop loving someone so quickly, but I need some time”

Looking at her with big glossy eyes he nodded “you will be back right?”

They were interrupted by namjoons mother as she stepped outside to find the two

“Kids! Come inside. I’ve made a ham” she waved her hand for them to come join the family

“We’re coming! Come on, can’t keep mom waiting” minseo was first to get up as he followed

Everyone was serving themselves. Minseo wasn’t feeling hungry but she didn’t want to be rude so she made herself a plate. Namjoon wasn’t sure if he should sit next to her or not. Minseo sat at the full table so he had no other choice but to sit somewhere else.

Namjoons mother noticed he wasn’t enjoying himself. She figured whatever the two we’re talking about outside caused this. She always taught her sons to fight for the people they love. She’s just hoping that namjoon will take her advice.

He certainly didn’t enjoy watching his wife laugh at all his brothers jokes from across the room. Didn’t those two hate each other? Minseo and jin were actually good friends before this whole marriage happened. Is it weird to say that this whole situation brought them closer? Minseo realized she didn’t really have anyone else to talk to but jin was there, like old times.

After it got later and people started leaving. Jin offered to drive minseo back home to which she accepted before she went to thank Mrs Kim

“Thank you for coming, dear” she held both of her hands

“Of course, your food is always delicious”

Namjoon now walking into the living room coming from the bathroom. seeing his mother and wife together always made him happy. But now it just made him nervous. Not knowing what his mother would say to her

“Hi” he said looking directly at minseo

“Hi, I’m going to be heading home now. Jins taking me”

“Okay. I’m going to stay here a bit long. Ill be there soon” he didn’t like that idea but he needed to stay to talk to his mother privately. Minseo nodded leaving.

Namjoon started helping his mother put the left overs away

“Do you want to take any of these home with you dear?” His mother asked as she was looking for Tupperware, immediately stopping as she heard a sob come from her son

“Joon? Whats the matter?” She pulled him into a hug as he continued to cry into her shoulder

“She’s leaving me”

“Oh no, honey I’m so sorry. What did she say?”

“She-she’ll be staying with her mother for a while but what if….what if she doesn’t come back, what if she stops loving me. And jin–“

“Honey, she’ll come back. she just needs time. I’ve seen how much you two love each other. And jin, don’t worry about jin. He’s your brother, he’s just trying to get under your skin. If you don’t want to lose her then you better go and show her how much she means to you”

Namjoon nodded not really able to get his words out now, wiping his tears “I should go and make sure she got home safe”

“Go, and when she leaves come visit me often so you won’t be so alone”

On the way home jin asked a lot of questions about her leaving as well, he was actually the one to suggested going away for a while

“Did your mother ask why you were coming home so suddenly?”

“Yes she did. I told her it was because I was home sick. I didn’t have the heart to tell her.” Minseo says looking out the passenger window feeling mostly tired

“You know you wouldn’t be going through all of this if you would’ve chosen me” jin spoke looking directly ahead on the road

Minseo slowly turning her head to him “what?” She said in disbelief. She didn’t know whether or not he was making another joke right now.

“All those years, and yet you chose him”

He in fact wasn’t joking

“I dont understand jin. You made it clear that we were just friends” minseo did have a crush on him back when they were in school but she was turned down countless of times

“You were just a kid! And by the time I thought maybe you were ready you had namjoon already courting you. I still believe he did it just to get back at me”

“Jin, why are you tell me this now-“

Jin pulled the car over quickly scaring minseo a bit, now facing her

“I’m saying nows our chance, I still want you…” jin moved his hand to her thigh feeling her soft legs, slowly moving up-

“Jin, what the hell!” She moved his hand off her thigh “I’m married. And im sorry but that was the past” her other hand searched for the door handle

“Oh come on, you’re still going to be faithful to him? even after everything he’s done to you-“

Finally finding the door handle she practically jumps out the car slamming the door, jin also jumps out as he sees her walking away

“What are you doing?” She ignores him still walking away ”Minseo, come on. Ok I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry”

“Just go, I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going leave you walking, just get in”

“I said no. Now leave before I start screaming”

“Fine, but it’s not my fault if you get lost.” Jin got into his car and sped away leaving minseo walking. She knew how to get home, it would just take her a while.

Namjoon arrived home before minseo. He went to check on her before he went to bed but he couldn’t find her. Of course this worried him. He checked every corner of the house. He even checked outside. Calling jins house because that was the last person she was with but he didn’t answer. He decided he was going to go look for her, taking the route he thinks jin would’ve taken but before he could get out the drive way minseo walks in the gate. exhausted and teary eyed.

“Minseo! I was worried sick about you. I was just about to-“ seeing her condition he could tell something did happen “are you alright? Where’s seokjin?”

“I decided to walk home”

“Walk? That’s quite the walk. Did something happen?”

She sighed “just jin being jin” she went to walk past him to go inside but he stopped her

“Did he do something to you?” He knew his brother, he wanted to take everything he had, even his own wife.

“Look I’m really tired right now I just-“

“Tell me, please. I swear if he touched you-“

“I stopped him before he went too far, And please don’t go cause a scene, He’s not been himself lately”

Namjoon was boiling. Take his job, Take his land, but not his wife. Namjoon didn’t want to upset minseo so he kept his cool, at least for right now.

“Let’s get inside, it’s cold.” She tried changing the subject. Minseo said good night before heading to her room. She couldn’t sleep so she spent practically the whole night packing her bags. Her mother was expecting her tomorrow.

Namjoon also couldn’t sleep. he couldn’t believe his own brother would do that to him. Jin knew how desperate namjoon was to win back minseo. He wondered if maybe minseo secretly wished she had ended up with jin. He knew jin had a crush on her back in the day. But it was too late for jin. She was his.

The next morning minseo had started bringing her bags down stairs so that when it was time to go she’d be ready. All the noise caused namjoon to come out of his room. Seeing minseo struggling with her bags.

“Here, let me help” he immediately took the bags out of her hands carrying them for her

“Thank you” minseo slightly out of breath

“Are you… leaving already?” He didn’t know she’d be leaving so soon.

“Yes, my mother is sending a driver to take me. He’ll be here any minute” as if on cue the door bell rings. “Oh- that must be him” minseo going to open the door greeting the older man

“I’ll be taking your bags to the car now”

She had a lot, in total of five suitcases and two duffel bags. That kind of worried namjoon. This meant she was staying long right?

“Minseo, be safe. And call me if you need anything. Money or if you need help with yard work-“ he’d take any opportunity to see her

“I’ll be fine. thank you” how badly she wanted to say more, a hug goodbye even. But she couldn’t bring herself to do so

He watched her leave. Feeling as though a part of him was leaving as well. But he knew this wasn’t the end, It couldn’t be.

Going inside their home looking around felt empty. He didn’t like it, He doesn’t remember life without minseo.

He has a lot of things to get done. But first, seokjin.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He so badly wanted to confront Jin about what happened that night. And as soon as minseo left he went to Jins house

Upon arriving he was going to just walk in but the door was locked. He just about pounded on his door feeling all those emotions he had last night come back.

Jin had looked as if he had just woken up, opening the door confused and clearly hung over

Namjoon wasted no time barging in, pushing Jin causing him to stumble. Jin had no time to process what was going on as namjoon brought his fist to jins face

“What the fuck!” Jin groaned in pain clutching his face still on the floor

Namjoon crouching down to be face to face with Jin “who do you think you are? Putting your hands on my wife?”

Seokjin smiled slightly clearly not sorry “what, are you afraid? I bet when you’re inside her cunt she wishes it was me”

Namjoon threw another fist to his brothers face as jin was trying to block them with his hands “don’t- fucking- talk about her like that. what has gotten into you, jin? I don’t understand”

“You took her from me” Jin mumbled out, face throbbing

“I didn’t take shit from you. She was your friend, that’s all she ever was to you.”

“No, it was more than that-“

“You only wanted her when you saw that we started seeing eachother” namjoon was right, jin felt jealous. He was so used to having minseo do everything he had asked for and when she found someone new to follow around he had realized how much he missed her.

namjoons intentions weren’t pure either. He needed to be wed, and Fast. His father had just passed away and his mother wanted namjoon to claim the land but the agreement was that it went to whoever was to be married first. Namjoon wasn’t ready to be married, But if he really did need to be married he’d pick someone he already knew. Someone who he knew would be a good wife. Minseo. She had been a family friend for years and she was a nice girl. Why not right?

Of course as soon as this was brought up to her father he was already cashing the check. Minseo was young. And she’d do anything her father asked, besides she knew namjoon already. She just truly wanted to be loved

Namjoon was always sweet and respectful, and of course she fell for him almost instantly but after the marriage was made official it was like he wasn’t interested anymore. Almost as though he was only being nice to make sure she wouldn’t back out. She was disappointed but as we know this didn’t last very long. She fell first but he fell harder.

“Stay the hell out of my life” namjoon said leaving Jin alone on the floor.

Minseo had arrived to her mothers house excited. She had missed her. She didn’t live that far away, it was about two hours away but she never had time to visit that often. As soon as minseo pulled up she saw her mother waiting outside. She immediately jumped into her mothers arms

“Oh darling, you look so beautiful” minseos mother said kissing the side of her head

“I’ve missed you so much mom”

“I have too, so much.. where is namjoon?”

Minseo still has yet to tell her mother. Her mom loves namjoon so much, she knows this will break her. but she was mostly keeping this from her because the same had happened to her. Minseos father had cheated on her mother countless of times and she took him back every single time. She didn’t want to bring up those awful memories.

“He, um, he has work so he couldn’t come”

“Oh, when you said you needed to get away I thought you meant the both of you. But this is even better! It’ll be just us girls then” her mother was truly excited to spend some time with her.

Minseo slept in her old bedroom, it felt weird but it brought back a lot of good memories. She didn’t have any siblings growing up but she spent most of her childhood with namjoon and seokjin. Mostly just seokjin though. Maybe if this whole marriage hadn’t happened everything would still be perfect?…Except it wouldn’t because she wouldn’t have her love.

It was hard for her to fall asleep these days, and when she eventually did it wasn’t for very long.

After day two of staying with her mom she was so happy to be here with her but she felt the want to go back home constantly.

Her mother could tell something was going on but she didn’t want to say anything yet.

Minseo was out back sunbathing on the pool chairs but she heard her mother shouting, immediately she got up and went inside to see what was going on. Her heart dropped when she saw him, namjoon, hugging her mother.

“Joon, what are doing here?!” Minseo was confused and a bit annoyed.

“Oh- um I just wanted to check on you- and to see mom of course!” He smiled at her mother

“Oh joon you know you’re always welcome! I’m working on dinner so make yourself comfortable”

Minseo left walking to her room to change out of her bathing suit not knowing namjoon was following right behind her. It startled her a bit. She quickly put on her robe that was hanging on her door

“You shouldn’t be here namjoon” he could clearly see she was angry

“I know, I’m sorry but I was worried about you-”

“I’m perfectly fine. No need to worry”

“Your mom was so excited to see me. I was actually kind of nervous to come because I wasn’t sure if you told her about anything yet-“

“I haven’t…” she sighed “I don’t think I will. Just go down and help her, I’ll be there after I change” he nodded quickly exiting the room

Minseo had slipped into some comfortable clothes and went to join the two. Already hearing them cracking up from all the way across to house

“What’s so funny?” She smiled

“Oh darling come see this” her mom said barely able to contain her laughter “it’s from when you guys were just kids and used to walk to school every morning, Remember when that car drove by a puddle and it splashed you guys so bad you all ran home crying”

“You have a picture?!” minseo doesn’t remember this being so funny

“Of course! I knew some day we’d be able to laugh back at this”

Namjoon smiling while admiring the beautiful smiles on their faces as well

“One day when you guys have kids of your own you better take all the pictures you can, time flies by so fast” her mother adds walking back to the stove leaving the two in the dinning room

“You remember this day?” namjoon says picking up one of the many photos her mother had pulled out. It was a more recent photo. From last years birthday.

“Of course I do, it was one of the best days of my life” she smiled remembering how special she felt that day. Before she could do anything else her mother began serving them. Enjoying the nice hot meal catching up, everything felt almost normal. Almost.

“I’m stuffed” namjoon said rubbing his stomach

“Me too, every time I eat I get real sleepy. Minseos bed is a twin but I’m sure you’ll both fit” her mother added

“Oh no need, he’ll be heading home now-“

“What? No, it’s late honey. Don’t you want to stay namjoon?”

He felt pressure from both sides wanting to say yes but needing to say no, for minseo but… he couldn’t.

“Of course i do!” He smiled but minseo was mad, heading to her room. Namjoon joined her after he had helped clean up.

“Wow Your room is smaller than I remember” namjoon said looking around

“Yeah well everything’s bigger when you’re 13… you can take the bed tonight”

“No that’s ok, it’s your bed after all”

“Just take the bed joon, you’re our guest”

“Um actually we’re her guests”

She rolled her eyes “fine we both take the bed, but get your own blanket” he smiled at her

both of them were settled into the small twin bed facing back to back in silence trying to fall asleep but neither of them could

“Namjoon” minseo said quietly which caused namjoon to turn his body around or face her

“Yeah?”

“Why are you really here?” Still not facing him

“Because I was worried about you… and because I missed you”

It was silent again for a moment until he heard her sniffle immediately feeling his heart begin to race

“minseo” he whispered as she now turned around to finally face him

“I missed you so much joonie, so much but you- you hurt me so bad” she was trying to keep her voice down as best as she could

He immediately pulled her into his chest as if on instinct “I know it my love, and I’ll forever regret it. I’ll spend the rest of my life fighting to get you back if I have to. You’re the only person I truly need” he was trying to hold himself together as well

“I love you, even if you decide to not forgive me-” he was full on crying now. He couldn’t hold back

Seeing him like this just hurt her even more, looking at him she went to grab ahold of his face “I love you too joon, always” with both of them crying he immediately went in for a kiss.

it felt like they haven’t kissed in ages. He missed the way she’d grabbed his hair whenever they kissed like this. His hands searched her body missing having her like this.

Namjoon feeling himself began to grow hard, he couldn’t control it. He didn’t want to ruin the moment but In all honesty, they both needed it

As soon as she realized she paused

“I’m sorry- it just-“ he tried to explain but she didn’t care. Reaching down to feel him

“It’s okay” she pressed down feeling all of him causing him to groan, she went back into the kiss while her hand moved inside of his sweats grabbing ahold of his heavy cock, she started pumping him nice and slow. Namjoon very much enjoying this he started thrusting into her hand. His mouth agape as he was moaning quietly into her ear

“Feel good?” She asked still pumping him just how he liked it

“Yes, so good-” god she missed this

“You’re mine right?” She knew he was but she still wanted to hear it

“Yes, im all yours.. I promise” his hands began roaming her body. Missing how she felt in his arms. He grabbed the hem of her tank top asking for permission to take it off, she wasn’t wearing a bra so her chest was fully exposed now. He immediately went to her chest leaving the most gentle kisses to both of them. focusing on her nipples as she was tugging on his hair softly, feeling just as good as him. When He went to pull her pajama shorts down she stopped him

“Wait, we can’t” minseo said slightly out of breath “my mother might hear us”

Namjoon knew that was a possibility but he was so horny right now he truly didn’t care

“We’ll be quiet, I promise. I need to feel you so bad, love” he said slowly grinding against her. Minseo was just as needy and of course she gave in

“Hurry up then” she said and not even a second later namjoon was taking off the rest of his and her clothes.

Hovering over her He was teasing his tip in while he played with her clit because he knew once he was in, it wouldn’t be for very long. It feels like forever since he last had her like this. He wanted both of them to feel good.

Minseo was a whimpering mess as she tried to keep quiet. Namjoon the same, bitting his lip as he watched her

“I need you inside me, please” she whispered as namjoon started pushing himself inside

“Fuuck-“ pulling back feeling her squeeze him so good “I missed this pussy” he said into her neck as he found a good pace

They were both out of it, trying to keep quiet but feeling all too good. Minseos legs we slightly shaking as he started going faster. Namjoon couldn’t hold back his moans, trying to muffle them into the pillow

Minseo wrapped her legs around his waist just like she always did, letting him go deeper. Namjoon was close.

He began kissing her breasts, admiring how beautiful she looked under him. He’d do anything for her.

“My love, im close”

“Me too, kiss me joonie”

and he did, kissing her with urgency as he came inside her. He didn’t stop until she was finished. She wasn’t too far behind him as she was begging him to not stop

She came hard around him, feeling her pussy throbbing, namjoon still thrusting slowing letting her ride out her high

They both stayed in that position for a moment before he got up to wipe her clean, getting one of his shirts to clean the mess he made that was now spilling out of her. Being gentle because he knew she was still sensitive

“Thank you” she whispered once he was back in bed

“I should be the one thanking you” namjoon was smiling ear to ear

“For what silly” she knew what he meant but wanted to tease him

“For you know… being you”

“Oh stop” she laughed quietly “let’s go to bed now, im tired”

“Goodnight” he kissed her again before he snuggled onto her

“Night” minseo didnt know how she was able to live without him for so long but she did know that she hated it.

The two were finally able to have a good night sleep, the only thing that was missing was their bed at home.

But If only they knew what was waiting for them back at home….

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts fluff #bts angst #hurt/comfort #namjoon angst #namjoon smut #jin angst #bts jin

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Ghost gets Amnesia (Part 1/2)

What if Ghost got injured on a mission and has amnesia as a result?

I think with Ghost that he would feel better having forgotten his terrible past. He suddenly wakes up in a hospital bed, head aching and feeling on high alert. Where is he? What is he doing here?

His body has learned to tense up and prepare for the worst over the years, but it never comes. People claiming to be his colleagues and friends come to take care of him while he has apparently forgotten his whole life. It's easier to open up after having forgotten why he keeps his distance in the first place.

His captain, John Price, is a caring man who clearly wants him to feel at home at the military base he works and lives at. Laswell has been checking up on him frequently and both her and Price have filled him in on his job and the secrecy surrounding his identity.

It sounds surreal, but so does everything else feel around him. Gaz or rather Kyle, has been a huge help, checking up on him frequently to see if he's physically but also mentally doing okay.

The man is calm and subtle with his jokes, can be a sarcastic prick too from time to time. Not that Simon minds since he finds Kyle's quips quite amusing. Gaz helps him settle, Price grounds him, reminds him that this is his home.

Then there's John or rather 'Soap'.

While Kyle is calm and easygoing with his interactions, John is the complete opposite; a whirlwind of emotions. A man without boundaries. Soap isn't careful at all with him, doesn't treat him like a patient like the others do. He almost immediately pats Simon on the back and shoulder, is sarcastic and jokes a lot, makes fun of him (not in a mean way) and is so open about the memories they share and what he thinks of him.

Almost immediately the man had asked to be called Johnny, cus that's what Simon apparently always calls him. It's different and raw and each interaction claws at him. Johnny makes him wants to remember all that he's forgotten even though deep down he knows that no happy memories are waiting for him.

There's something about the man that pulls him in and makes him feel so seen and cared about. It's maddening not to know how deep their relationship runs because soap is dropping hints left and right that he cares about Simon, probably a bit TOO much.

And Simon comes to care a bit too much for Johnny too. He doesn't remember his time in the military, doesn't remember why he decided to wear the mask, doesn't remember why he should keep his distance so he doesn't. With every hint Johnny drops he walks right in, returns the advances and makes it obvious that he's interested too.

And then they kiss one day, when Simon has barely remembered a thing yet besides vague recollections of gunfire, passing feelings and pain, but most importantly: Johnny. Always by his side, calling him Lt, having his six, smiling brightly, humoring his jokes and quiping back with a playfulness Simon adores.

It's late and they're alone, sparring on the mats when Soap pins him down and asks him to yield with a wide grin. Simon grins back, visibly as he has taken off his mask, not caring about wearing the fabric around Soap. "Only if you kiss me, Johnny." He says and Johnny loses his smile. Instead his eyes spark with a hopeful look. "You mean that?" he says with a hitched breath.

Simon chuckles. "Wouldn't say it if I wasn't." For a split second Simon fears that he's gone too far, has asked for something he shouldn't have, doubt still a part of him he can't get rid of, but John eases his worries as he presses his lips against Simon in what feels like a desperate kiss. Like he's wanted to do this for so long, like he's held back his whole life. The grip on Simon is released as he feels tears fall on his face.

John pulls back, teary eyed and smiling. He looks so happy, but why is he crying? "Johnny-" "-Sorry." Soap says as he sits up and wipes his tears. "God, I didn't think-, I thought-, I don't know." He let's out a wet chuckle. "I missed you...and us."

Oh. Simon realises now why John got emotional. It seems they did have something going on before he lost his memories.

"Sorry." John apologises again. "Don't apologise. Never apologise." Simon says as he pulls John in and rests their foreheads together. "I'm sorry I forgot okay? I noticed its been hard on all of you. Especially you, Johnny." He says and wipes away another one of Johnny's tears.

"I don't remember us being together, but I guess I got to fall in love with you a second time." Simon smiles and so does Johnny at those words. "Seems like you can't handle my charm, Lt." Simon chuckles. "Seems so."

Simon presses a kiss to John's cheek. "Forgetting us is what bothers me the most, but I'll remember some day again, all the time we spend together. I just need a bit more time."

"Or you don't remember." Johnny offers. "You told me that you've seen some shit. Things no person should. You told me it changed you and haunts you till this very day. Although it hurt to see you look at me like I'm a stranger, I'd rather have that than see the pain in your eyes every day. We could start over again. You could start over again."

"I don't have to start over. I know that if I remember that hell, that you'll be right there with me, holding my hand and catching me when I'm about to fall. You always got my six, right?"

"I do." Johnny quickly agrees. "I always got your six."

And then, just a few days later, Simon remembers everything again. The pain of his past, but also the friendship he shares with the other task force members. They are his family now, and Johnny? Johnny is the love of his life, his Sergeant that he fell for twice.

After he remembered again, it's much easier for Simon to open up to the other task force members, from private to captain, and the feeling is likewise. Forgetting has made him a lot more approachable and Simon hasn't forgotten the kindness shown by his team, even those he wasn't that close with.

It's easier to crack a smile now and those who were worried are beyond relieved. Worry was it that Simon would have a hard time remembering his past and although Ghost is back to being a strict lieutenant, a force on the battlefield and wearing his mask both day and night again, it seems they have been worrying over nothing.

Especially Johnny, who is glad that he got his lover back, doing better than he was before. Even though it hurt that Simon forgot him for a while, seeing the man for who he truly was inside and without painful memories plaguing him, was truly a brief blessing.

And Simon falling in love with him twice? Its a compliment that has him blushing and smiling whenever he thinks about it.

- End part 1 of 2

In the next part I'll explain my thoughts on what I think Soap having temporary amnesia would entail! Hope you guys are excited for that!

#doki writes #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #mw2 fanfic

[celemilii]

03; HOME SWEET HOME | NOT IN LOVE

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The sun was setting behind the horizon, painting the sky in warm tones while I was immersed in the complicated task of choosing the perfect gift for Alessia. His eyes would shine with that special sparkle when he unwrapped the package, and that was what he was looking for. But between the shelves full of stores and the pressure to find something unique, my mind wandered to another, more immediate problem.

My family in Spain had sent an invitation that, clearly, I could not avoid. An early party for my birthday. The reason? I still didn't fully understand it, but the simple idea of ​​returning to that home where the sighs outweighed the laughter filled me with anxiety. I was faced with a crossroads of emotions as I walked through the city, oblivious to the flickering lights of the stores around me. My relationship with my family was never easy. Although geographical distance had given me an illusory sense of freedom, the echo of disagreements resonated in every phone call.

My thoughts raced as I walked down the street, trying to evade the reality that was coming. Why, after so many years, did they insist on organizing something for my birthday? It was like my family was trying to force a connection that never germinated.

As I weighed the options for the perfect gift, the shadow of the family invitation lingered in my mind. Should I give in and return to Spain, facing the family I abandoned overnight, or look for a plausible excuse to stay and avoid that unexpected and uncomfortable celebration?

My steps slowed as I fell into deep thought. Despite the thorns in my relationship with family, a murmur of nostalgia and family duty began to take over my thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. Even when past experiences weighed on my back, a small inner voice whispered to me that perhaps the time had come to face them.

Arriving home, the bustle of Brackley was left behind, leaving me alone with my decision. The reality of the invitation became more tangible with each passing minute. I took a deep breath and, with determination, decided to give that family gathering a chance. After all, people could change, or so he wanted to believe.

As I opened the door, the homely atmosphere enveloped me, a mixture of bitter memories and the hope that this birthday could mark a new beginning. With my heart pounding, I headed to my room determined to face the situation. A quick search online and I got a flight for that same afternoon. The sooner I was there, the sooner I could get back to my routine.

The open suitcase on my bed was quickly filled with the necessary clothes. I wanted this trip to be brief, like ripping off a bandage in one go instead of slowly. The idea of ​​the early dinner for my birthday resonated like a clock ticking every second until my departure.

In the process of packing, my phone rang, announcing a message from Alessia. Her excitement when talking about her upcoming birthday reminded me where to buy her the perfect gift once she arrived in Spain.

The door to my room closed with a click, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and anticipation. The road to Spain stretched before me, and as I zipped the suitcase, I knew that this trip could change everything and, maybe, just maybe, we could become the family we pretended to be in front of everyone for so long. With a sigh, I headed towards the airport so that this torture would end as soon as possible.

The flight passed in a whirlwind of thoughts. I looked out the window as the plane descended over the familiar Spanish land. The nervousness grew with each passing minute, but I kept telling myself that this trip wouldn't last much longer than this weekend. Upon landing, the Spanish storm hugged my skin, a constant reminder that I was back home. I took a taxi to the family home, surrounded by vineyards that stretched as far as the eye could see. The aroma of fresh grapes filled the air, a mix of nostalgia and familiarity.

My parents, busy among the rows of vineyards, barely looked up when they arrived. Although part of me expected a warm welcome, I remembered that in the family, work was the priority. I entered the house, where the stillness mixed with the echo of my own steps.

The afternoon progressed, and I decided to take a walk through the vineyards. The sun cast golden sparkles on the green leaves, and the silence was interrupted only by the whisper of the wind among the vines. Every corner evoked childhood memories, some bitter, others full of innocence.

Upon returning to the house, the aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the air. I would love to say that it is my mother who is cooking but it is Carmen, the woman who took care of me throughout my childhood. By her side, as always, was Rocky with puppy dog ​​eyes, begging for some of what she was cooking. I whistle at my dog, who, when she notices my presence, runs towards me and starts jumping.

“Victoria!” greets the woman with emotion. He approaches me and hugs me tightly. “Come here, let me see you,” he asks, bringing my face towards the light. “Look how pretty you are but you are very pale. Have you eaten anything?”

"The sun doesn't shine much in England," I tell her.

“How is everything there?” I lie down on the floor to be at Rocky's height to hug her. When I left, I decided that maybe it wasn't good to put her through all the stress that comes with her traveling with the rest of the luggage, so I left her here.

“Pretty good, the work is good and I'm traveling a lot. I'm happy," I say with a sincere smile. “How is everything going here?” Rocky climbs over my legs and leans his body against my chest.

“As always, things don't change here. You were right to leave, I'm telling you,” she says while stirring the paella. “That boy... What's his name?

“My brother?”

“No! The one you were dating.”

“David.”

“David!” she remembers. “That one comes here and starts giving orders as if he were the king. I don't know who he thinks he is... After what he did to you, Victoria.”

“Yeah, it's the power that my parents give him, I guess.”

"Well, let everyone go off on it, I'm already tired," she complains. “I'm the next to go, listen to me.”

“How long have you been saying that?” I get up and go over to hug her while I watch her cook.

“I even lost count. How old are you?”

“I'm going to turn 33.”

“Well 35 then because they called me to take care of your brother and then you came to…” the kitchen door opens and I can see my mother, who is in charge of looking at me from top to bottom, as if she were looking for some mistake in me.

“Victoria, I'm glad you arrived” she comes closer and gives me two kisses. “Why don't you get out of the kitchen? You're going to be filled with the smell of food.”

“I'm fine here.”

"We have to talk, Victoria, please," he insists. I share a curious look with Carmen but it seems that she doesn't know much either.

We left the bustling kitchen, leaving behind the familiar aromas of dinner. The fresh stone floor creaked under our steps as we entered the vineyard, enveloped by the darkness of the starry night. The moonlight illuminated the vines, which spread like a green blanket before us.

"Victoria, I need to talk to you about something important," my mother began in a serious tone, interrupting the rustling of the leaves under our feet.

The tension in the air made me frown, and a mix of curiosity and apprehension washed over me. What could be so crucial that we move away from the comfort of the kitchen?

"You've been away for a long time, but there's something you should know about your brother Manuel," she commented, her voice carrying with it the weight of years dedicated to the family business.

My brother has always been immersed in the wine business. From an early young age, he had taken the helm with a dedication that I consciously avoided. The idea of ​​spending my life among vineyards and wine barrels was never attractive to me.

“Manuel has worked tirelessly to grow our legacy,” my mother continued, her eyes reflecting undeniable pride. “He has invested time and effort, and I want you to be aware of that.”

I tilted my head, not entirely sure where this conversation was going. Why highlight Manuel's achievements now?

“Victoria, dear, the reason I'm telling you about this is because I've made a decision. As a birthday gift, I have decided to give you my share of the company.”

My steps faltered. My mother kept walking, but my mind was caught up in the magnitude of her words. The family business, which never interested me, was suddenly being handed to me on a plate, or at least part of it.

“Why now?” I asked, seeking to understand the reason behind this sudden generosity. My mother never does something just for the sake of it, and I know there is something hidden behind all this.

“Because I want you to understand how important it is for us, for your brother. I want you to be part of this, to follow the path we have traced with your father,” she explained, her gaze searching mine with determination.

An internal debate broke out inside me. I always wanted to make my family happy, but that didn't mean immersing myself in the world of vineyards. Responsibility loomed over me, and I felt caught between the desire to please and the struggle to maintain my own identity.

We walked in silence for a moment, the shadows of the vines falling across the ground. Finally, my mother broke the silence.

“Victoria, I just want you to take your time to think about it. This decision does not have to be immediate but I would like to have your answer before you return to England. Your father's share will go to your brother”.

So it's not a gift, it's a division of power. “And if I say no, who will get your part?”

“Well, we were thinking about giving it to David so that the company stays in the family.”

“But David is no longer family.”

"David, Vicky," she pronounces maliciously, knowing the effect that nickname has on me, "is the brother that Manuel never had. You know he will always be family, no matter what.

The night breeze gently caressed my face as I absorbed my mother's words. In the distance, the city lights twinkled like distant stars, and in that moment of shared silence I found myself facing a crossroads that would change the course of my life.

Upon arriving at the house again, the atmosphere seemed tinged with nostalgia and expectation. My father, who was normally immersed in his own world of responsibilities on the phone, looked up and greeted me with a genuine smile.

“Victoria!” He exclaimed, extending his arms to hug me. “What a pleasure to see you here again!”

The warmth of welcome enveloped me, and for a brief moment, we seemed like a united family, like the one we always pretended to be. My brother joined the hug and, laughing, the distance of the months seemed to shorten.

“We are very glad that you decided to come, Victoria,” commented Manuel, his eyes reflecting sincere affection.

However, the calm was abruptly broken when a familiar voice echoed behind me. “Vicky, how long! What a joy to see you again!”

I turned around, and there was David, my ex-boyfriend, with a smile that couldn't hide his arrogance. Surprise and discomfort washed over me as he approached to greet me.

"David," I murmured, without hiding my confusion.

"Yes, my name hasn't changed at the moment," he said with a laugh that I found unbearable.

I tried to hide my discomfort, but David's presence revived wounds that had not yet completely healed. My family smiled and were satisfied at the reunion but I couldn't feel worse.

During dinner, David joined the conversation as if no time had passed, as if he hadn't shattered my trust not only in myself, but in the world. He talked about his accomplishments and his travels, and although his presence was known, I felt like an intruder in my own home.

Discomfort settled on the table like an unwanted shadow. Every forced laugh and unnecessary comment from David echoed in my ears. While my family seemed to enjoy his company, I was sinking into a feeling of unease. Every time Carmen came to serve a plate of food, we shared a look filled with the same discomfort.

I dedicate myself to observing each member of my family and David, who is wearing an engagement ring on his left hand. Within a year he managed to leave me and get engaged to another woman, a record. As I spiraled into looking at my ex's ring, a warmth on my leg caught my attention. I look down and find Rocky's little eyes looking at me so I pet her.

"Victoria, please, we're at the table," she scolds me.

“Excuse me?”

“Don't pet the dog now, it can wait a little. There is a visit.”

"I thought David was family, I didn't think it counted as a visit," I counterattack.

"Don't put me in this position..." she warns.

“You were the one who started to give your opinion.”

“Well because it seems that you have lost your manners, girl. First I find you sitting on the kitchen floor with the dog and now you pet her on the table.”

“She's my dog, what do you want me to do?”

"Take her to England," my father looked at her surprised at that answer because he loves Rocky as much as I do.

“Don't worry, she's leaving with me tomorrow.”

“Enough, both!” my father says.

I inhale and exhale, ready to leave the matter behind but my mother won't keep her fucking mouth shut."I thought England would make it a little more civilized, I'm telling you," he exclaims into the air. I leave the napkin on the table and get up.

“I'm going to take a breath. Excuse me.” I went out to the patio of the house and let out the breath I had held without even noticing. Rocky went out with me so he curls up at my feet, like every time I get stressed. A few steps behind me make me sigh before speaking. “We're fine, Carmen,” I say, referring to Rocky's feelings and mine.

"Well, I'm glad you are, but I'm not Carmen," David says gracefully. “I wanted to know how it went for you in England.”

“No one has died from starting from scratch, right? At least that's what they say.”

“Yeah, but I bet it wasn't easy.”

“I've had to go through harder things with you, believe me,” I murmur and smile when I feel my eyes fill with tears. “But you got married. Who is the unlucky one?”

“Isabel, my…”

"Your secretary," I said for him. Now that I'm a secretary, I can't imagine how someone could end up involved in that way, especially when they have a partner. I couldn't touch Toto with a stick, not only because he's my boss but because he has a wife. I remember her well.

“You remember everything very well, eh?” he responds, trying to make the atmosphere a little lighter.

“I remember it very well, all too well.” I cross my arms and try to focus on the vineyard a few meters from the garden of my house.

“Are you dating anyone?”

“Yes, I married my job.”

“Being a secretary? Vicky, please, you know you can do more than that.”

“Well, your fiancee is a secretary, if I were you I would be careful what you say.”

“Yes, but she's not…”

“She's not what?" I ask offended. I don't like this Isabel, she cheated on me with her, but I'm not going to allow her to continue putting down each of the women in her life for the simple fact that she feels like the navel of the world.

“She doesn't have the same capacity as you.”

“Are you never going to change?” I question with pain. “Are you going to be the same idiot all your life who absorbs the energy of his girlfriends until they are left with nothing?”

As difficult as it was at the time for David to leave me, I realized that it was for the best because, in one way or another, it had followed the same pattern as with my previous relationship, which ended in an altercation with physical violence. David never raised his hand to me, I know he wouldn't dare, but he used me, minimized me and made me feel like the dumbest and most useless person in the world and that is also violence. As difficult as it may be, we must break the pattern before the pattern breaks us.

"I'm not going to discuss that with you."

“Why not?”

“Because I left you for a reason. You were unbearable and demanded too much." I look at him in disbelief as he lets out those words with resentment.

"Seriously, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, I hope that one day you grow up and are able to see everything you lost, David," I end the conversation. I entered the house and, as I walked away, he was left behind.

I would be lying if I said that his words didn't hurt me. That my heart wasn't twisting under my ribs trying to find a nook through which to escape and return to his side. It doesn't kill me that the idea that, after so much love and so many years together, this was the end of us. However, they say that time puts everything in its place. I just hope it helps me be me again.

Without saying goodbye to anyone, I go to my room, whose door I close with a sigh of relief. Dinner had been exhausting and the idea of ​​rest was tempting, so I got changed, opened the door for Rocky to sleep with me, and started searching for local news on my phone.

I was about to leave it and go to sleep but my eyes wandered to a specific note. The name "Fernando Alonso" caught my attention immediately now that I have seen the Spaniard. He is not a person that I like at all, but something about his media presence manages to capture my interest. With a hesitant gesture, I decided to take a look at that interview.

The dim light of the lamp illuminated the room as I immersed myself in the pilot's words. Although my initial intention was simply to browse, I surprised myself by reading every response, every detail of his life that was revealed on the screen.

Fernando Alonso, the man who tries to conquer me as if we were in high school, is a complete idiot. He couldn't deny his talent, but his attitude in the past had left a bitter and contradictory taste. Who goes to work for someone they don't even know?

As the interview progressed, I found myself falling into the trap of his charisma, unraveling layer by layer the mystery that surrounded his figure.

In the corner of my mind, I was trying to convince myself that I was an idiot, someone worthless, but my eyes remained glued to every printed word. Why spend time on someone who, in my own judgment, wasn't worth my attention?

The irony of the situation did not go unnoticed. I tried to convince myself that I didn't care, but there I was, immersed in the virtual pages of the life of a man who, in theory, should mean nothing to me.

At the end of the interview, I closed the screen with a determined gesture.

"It's not worth it," I tell Rocky, "it's not worth it," I tell myself.

I decided to push those thoughts aside and focus on what really mattered at that moment: the decision that loomed over me like a shadow. My parents were waiting for my answer regarding participation in the family business.

The night progressed, and as sleep caressed my eyelids, I faced a vital crossroads. The possibility of returning to England and leaving my mother's offer behind was always present, but something in the atmosphere of the house, in the look of my family, made me hesitate.

The next day, I woke up with a clear decision. My heart, although trembling, was inclined to accept the offer and, not because I was interested but because I am not willing to let an idiot like David continue to take anything from me.

I went down to breakfast with a resolution that was reflected in my eyes. My mother, seeing me, smiled with expectation, while Manuel and my father waited with serious gestures.

"I've made a decision," I announced calmly. "I accept the offer but I have several conditions that you will have to accept if you want me inside." My mother gestured for me to continue. I couldn't care less about wine. I will own half of the company but don't ask me to be here because I'm tired of you dragging me into your shit, especially you,” I exclaim, pointing to my mother. “Manuel has done a wonderful job and I find it disrespectful to barge in on him. On the other hand, I'm not going to leave my job at Mercedes if that was your intention.”

"Your mother and I will continue to manage everything," my father clarifies. “The only thing I would change is your signature on the contract but you don't have to leave anything.” The smile he gives me makes me understand that he means it.

“Where do I sign then?”

The silence that followed was broken by a relieved sigh from my mother and a proud smile from Manuel. My father nodded approvingly, and although the feeling of commitment weighed on my shoulders, a small spark of hope shone within me.

In the hustle and bustle, Alessia kept sending me excited messages about her birthday, reminding me of the pending task of finding the perfect gift. I think I already have it. Nearby there is a place where they sell handmade instruments, you could order a violin and have it carved with your name.

Finally, later that day, my flight would leave and, yes, Rocky would come with me. My parents, aware of my commitment to work, did not insist that I stay; I doubt they would have done so anyway.

Upon arriving in England, the familiarity of Brackley enveloped me. The city, with its familiar streets and warm afternoon light, reminded me of the decisions I had made and still had to face.

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[haihaihaitani]

Habit of Breaking My Heart ~ *Kazutora Hanemiya*

Summary: He's alway breaking your heart, even though you still love him. You decide you can't take it anymore, which just breaks your heart even more...

Pairing: Kazutora Hanemiya X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1216

Warning: crying, potential break up, hurt to comfort

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Kazutora had this horrible habit of breaking your heart. 

Every time you would go over to see him, he would ignore you and tell you to leave almost immediately. He wouldn’t even look you in the eye anymore. And as much as it hurt, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He was too important to you, even if he couldn’t see it for himself.

“You’re back.” Chifuyu said, surprised to see you back at the apartment he shared with Kazutora and Keisuke.

You nodded. “I am. But I can’t stay for long.”

“Kazutora’s not here.” Keisuke added as he saw you, earning an elbow in the ribs from Chifuyu.

Your breath hitched, but you acted like it didn’t as you nodded again. “That’s fine. Can I still talk to the two of you?”

Chifuyu nodded and led you to the couch. “That's fine. You look like you have something you want to talk about anyways.”

As Keisuke and Chifuyu sat, you continued to stand, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You really didn't want to have this conversation with your friends. But it needed to be done.

Keisuke gave you an encouraging smile. “So what brings you back here, huh? Here to plead for Toma to return your love?”

"Kei, I swear." Chifuyu snapped through gritted teeth. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't an apology, I will kick you out of here so fast. Don't think I'm bluffing."

"Sorry, Y/n."

You gave him a sad smile. You'd normally punch him in the shoulder for saying something so nasty, but you were already depressed from the message you were about to give them. His teasing couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting.

“I’m moving away. You will never see me again.”

Keisuke's small pout from being berated by Chifuyu was replaced with shock. “Really? Why? Where are you going? Why can't we see you anymore?”

"Y/n, please, tell us this isn't true!" Chifuyu added.

You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. “It's true. I wouldn't lie about something like this. Besides, I can’t stay here anymore. Where my place in the world is, I don’t know. But I’ll find it, I’m sure.”

"Please don't go!" Keisuke begged, dropping to his knees in front of you and shaking his clasped hands in front of you. "I thought we were your friends!"

"You are my friends!" You assured him. "It's just, I really can't stay here. There's no place for me here anymore. I need to forge a new path on my own."

"This doesn't have anything to do with the other roommate, does it?" Chifuyu asked carefully.

Your breath hitched again and tears pricked your eyes. But you wouldn't cry. You refused to cry over him again.

"It's better this way." You tried to explain. "I need to start over, on my own. I need to be away from any reminder of my past. I'm truly sorry."

“YOU’RE MOVING?!”

The shout coming from the bedrooms in the back of the apartment made you gasp. You then whirled around to Keisuke. "You said Kazutora wasn’t here!”

He bit his lip and looked away. “I lied. Besides, it’s not like he wanted to see you anyways.”

Chifuyu pursed his lips before saying, “You both have a lot to talk about. We’ll leave you alone. Come on, Keisuke.”

“But but but!” He whined.

“Now!”

“Fine. Don’t break anything.”

As they left, Kazutora grabbed you by the shoulders tightly. You swallowed your cry and kept your gaze anywhere but his face. “Why are you moving? Why are you leaving everything from your past behind? Why are you leaving ME behind?”

“I can’t stay where I’m not wanted.” You tried to explain, but he wasn’t listening.

“You’re so selfish! You’re turning your back on your family and your friends! You’re the worst kind of person I’ve ever met!” He spat with such venom, the tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“I’m selfish?” You shot back, as the tears finally started to fall. Though you wanted to stop, reign your emotions back in, you knew you couldn't. He finally needed to hear everything you've been bottling in ever since he decided to abandon you. “Kazutora, you are the one who can’t even look me in the eye because I remind you of your past! I know you’ll never admit it, but you believe I’m one of the reasons for all of the troubles in your past with Mikey and that gang. You blame everyone for what happened back then, not realizing you're pushing people away in the process. You’re destroying yourself over something no one could control. I hate watching you do this to yourself. So I’m leaving, because I can’t do this anymore.”

There was a long pause and Kazutora’s harsh, bruising grip on your shoulders loosened. However he didn’t let you go. You understood why. Deep down, you always knew that he felt the same way you did and that if he let you go, you would slip away from him forever. So you didn’t move. You couldn’t, because you didn’t want to slip away either.

“I-” His voice was strangled, as if he was trying not to cry. “I don’t know what to say.”

You nodded, your heart heavy in your chest. “I understand. I’ll go now.”

“No.”

The sureness in his voice made you freeze. You finally looked at Kazutora to see him looking at the ground. Angry tears were flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor, but he looked so determined and focused. When he looked at you, he sniffed before continuing.

“I can’t let you leave. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice shook but he pressed on. “I have been the worst person to you because I couldn’t accept how things ended back then with the gang. I still can’t, but I know now that it is not your fault. I cannot promise to be perfect, but I can say that I will strive to do better, for you. You’re the most important thing in my life right now and I can’t lose you too. So please, I beg of you, don’t leave me.”

Now it was your turn not to know what to say. Everything you’ve wanted to hear from him just tumbled out of his mouth. And despite his words, you did have a choice. You could go and leave him behind, keeping the two of you broken for the rest of your lives. Or you could stay and try to repair the broken bond between you.

The choice was clear.

With tears in your eyes, you held him close and pressed your face into the crook of his neck. “I can’t leave you. I didn’t want to in the first place. I just couldn’t live with seeing you so broken. I can’t break you anymore than you are. My heart won’t let me.”

He held you equally as tight and you could feel his tears. “I promise not to hurt you anymore than I already have. I promise to try and do better. We’ll get through this together, somehow. I know now you’re what I need to get through this. I need no one else but you.”

“I love you Kazutora.”

“I love you, too.”

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[kywaslost]

Two days and i'm done with scho(hell)ol !

If it suits you could you write a platonic Hawks with a reader feeling sad dou their low abilty to focus, +the indistinguashability (sometimes it feels like being surrounded with monsters)

Comfort angst advice anything as long as it's Hawks showring a kid he randomly picked from the street studen with love, thanks !

Focus, Dove - Hawks

A/N: OMG HI RON!!!! It’s been a while, how have you been?! I’ve missed you so much!!! <3 I hope this turned out ok. It kind of reminded me of the fic I wrote, I think I called it ‘Forgetting Something’ where Y/N forgets about their boiling water for several hours and then beats themselves up over it. As usual, Y/N is basically Hawks’ non biological child in this, much like all my other platonic Hawks fics.

I’ve also learned that my vision is bad enough to where I still read what I write but I cannot tell commas from periods anymore without my glasses but I have no idea where they are right now and have no will to go find them, so if there are errors I apologize lol

Cold rain battered against the window, somehow adding to the weight of your day. With every raindrop that hit the window it felt as though it was adding to the pressure you felt on your shoulders. You weren’t quite sure why you were feeling this way. You hadn’t been doing much. Maybe that's why you were upset. You simply couldn’t get anything done. You didn’t have patrol today but went into the agency to try and work on reports, yet when you arrived you had a hard time paying attention.

At first the lights were too bright. Then the leather of your office chair didn’t feel right against your clothes so you picked up your things and moved to Hawks’ office. He was out on patrol so you had the room to yourself. When you sat down to finish your small pile of reports you were immediately distracted by the way Hawks’ chair tilted to the side. You spent the next 5 minutes tilting the chair from one side to the other. Then you shook your head and picked up your pen to get to work. Not much time had passed before you began taking apart your pen and then putting it back together. You scowlded yourself for losing focus yet again. Deciding today wasn’t the day, you returned the papers to your office and headed home.

It was almost noon when you got home so you tried to make yourself pasta for lunch. Setting the pot of water on the stove, you turned the setting all the way up to high. Then you decided to get some laundry done while you waited. You gathered the laundry from your bathroom and from Hawks’, starting to separate them by color or material. Dragging the several-baskets worth of laundry to the laundry room, you started a load of Hawks’ hero uniforms.

You began making your way to the living room when you saw the pot of water on the stove out of the corner of your eye. Spooking yourself, you run into the kitchen, staring at the pot. What were you making again? You remembered drinking the last of your favorite tea that morning so you dug out tea bags and added them to the pot. You turned the setting down a bit and walked away.

Finally making back to the living room, you plopped down onto the couch with a sigh. Today was not a very good mental day. Good thing you didn’t have to patrol. You were sure you’d lose concentration quickly if you did.

You sat in silence for a moment, thinking of things you should get done. You thought through your school schedule, going through your mental checklist of homework assignments. You grumbled when you realized you had an Anatomy and Physiology paper due in a few days. Standing to go find your computer, you thought about what you still had to get done. You have finished all of your research, recording the links and their citations. All you should have left to do is write the paper itself and format it properly.

You sat back down on the couch, laptop and textbook in hand. If there was one thing you were going to do right today, it was going to be this essay.

Long story short, things did not go the way you wanted. When Keigo came home a few hours later, he didn’t know what to expect. He set his keys, headphones, and goggles at the kitchen counter, noticing the burnt tea bags on the stove. He rushed over, turning the stove off and throwing the tea bags away. Then he set the pot down in the sink. “Birdie? You forgot about your tea again!”

Hawks waited for a response as he rid himself of his shoes and coat, setting them next to the front door. There was no sign of you though, but Keigo was sure you were home. While, yes, you were forgetful, you were not the type of person to leave the stove on while no one was home. So he called again, “Birdie?”

Keigo’s golden eyes scanned the kitchen, dining room, and then into the living room where he saw you sitting motionless on the couch. His senses immediately heightened, hoping you were alright. Were you caught in a panic? Or were you just daydreaming? He had no idea. Sitting down beside you, Hawks placed a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N? You ok, dove?”

When your hazy e/c eyes met his soft ones, Hawks’ heart shattered. Tears brimmed your eyes, a few already escaping all the way down to your chin. “Kei?”

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Hawks asked desperately. “What happened?”

You aggressively shook your head, wiping your eyes with your sleeves. “I can’t.”

Hawks tilted his head to the side slightly. “Can’t what, love?”

“Focus!” your voice cracked. He could hear how frustrated you were with yourself. This also wasn’t exactly the first time Hawks has had to help you through something like this.

Keigo pulled you into a warm hug, holding you against his chest. “Y/N, love, remember what I said last time this happened?” He ran a hand up and down your back, saying, “It’s ok if this happens. You’ll get back on your feet soon enough. There’s no sense in beating yourself up about it.”

“I was making noodles,” you whimpered into his shirt.

Keigo tilted his head again, except this time it was in confusion. “No, dove, you were making tea.”

“I know!” Wow, Hawks didn’t think you would respond like that. You were becoming even more upset.

“So why are you upset?”

“Because I was supposed to be making noodles!” You sniffled, shifted to be more comfortable in Keigo’s hold, then continued. “I went to the agency to finish up some paperwork but couldn’t focus enough so I gave up and came home. I hadn’t eaten yet so I was going to make pasta. I started doing laundry as I waited for the water but when I walked back into the kitchen I couldn’t remember what I was making so I made tea instead.” You took a deep breath, finishing up with a, “and then I tried to write this essay but I just can’t see the screen.”

“What do you mean?” Hawks asked calmly, beginning to comb a hand through your hair.

“I look at the screen and I can’t focus on it.” You were getting frustrated again. “Like my eyes just can’t focus on what I’m supposed to be working on.”

Your laptop was still resting on the couch beside you, blank google doc opened on the screen. “How about this,” Hawks suggested, reaching over you and closing the computer. “We stop working for now. I’ll go make us something to eat while you pick a movie to watch. We’ll spend some time calming down and resetting our brains, then we can go from there, yeah?”

You sniffled and pulled away from Keigo, offering a small nod. “Ok. I can do that.”

The rest of the night was spent watching a movie with Keigo as he held you tightly against him. He even let you doze off on him for a few hours before waking you up to try to help you with your essay. As a way to keep you focused, Keigo asked for updates on your paragraphs, or for you to read out what you had just written for him. Needless to say, he helped you stay focused enough to finish your essay that night and get it turned in with some time to spare with your best friend :)

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[theonlymadmanonmars]

It's cold out. Willy hates the Cold. It makes his joints hurt. Every part of him feels stiff. It reminds him of his mortality. Despite everything, His power, His plans, The fact that he can kill a man with a mere thought, Despite everything he's still Mortal. It's Infuriating.

He lights a fire and holds it in his hand. It does nothing to fend off the frost that's biting at every piece of his skin, but it's nice to be reminded that he can.

The castle is old and Creaky. Despite the renovations they've done to it nothing can account for the lack of insulation. Whatever. It's not like it matters. Willy is well aware of who he is and the power he holds. Mortality is temporary after all. Or at least it will be when he's done.

As if his day couldn't get any worse Barry decides now is the perfect time to approach him. Lovely.

“Hello William,” He says In an infuriatingly cheery voice.

“For the millionth fuckin Time it's just Willy!” Willy sighs and waves his arms dramatically ”W. I. L. L .Y! Willy. Not William!” He pinches the bridge of his nose exasperated. Barry has this unique talent for getting under his skin.

“Of course, of course,” Barry pauses his Grin spreading to his eyes “William,” He lets out a small chuckle.

Willy shoots him an icy glare. Of course Barry just keeps smiling at him, his zen masquerade never faltering.

“Do you want something?” He says bubbling with irritation.

“Well not particularly Dear, I just wanted to give you this”

He hands over a shiny crystal Cup that immediately starts shaking in Willy's grasp nearly cracking.

“Dont fuckin call me that–” He sticks out his tounge slightly as if the nickname has left a bad taste in his mouth– “What the hell is this?” Willy glares down at the cup. He sniffs it still slightly annoyed.

It smells like Apples and Pine. He read somewhere you should never accept a gift from an elf, But it is Barry. He doubts the man would ever stand against him and regardless he's sure that if he did Barry would not survive.

“It's Apple Cider, Dear.” He enunciates the last word as if to prove a point. “I know you don't drink”

He's right of course. Willy doesn't drink. His dad drank himself to death when he was twelve. The idea of drinking hasn't appealed to him since then. Of course he used to. When he was alive he let Ron pour his whiskey. Unlike his father however Willy was always a sappy drunk. That vulnerability did not appeal to Willy in the slightest.

“Why are you giving me this?” He looks up at Barry skeptically.

“It's winter Solstice Dear. The start of Yule. We're celebrating the return of light.” He swirls The liquid in his own cup around gently. “Me and Autumn used to celebrate together but as of recent events… Well drinking alone is no fun if you'd care to join me.”

Willy looks over at him confused. Him and Barry aren't exactly friends. Are they?

“Why would I celebrate with you?” He glares over at him. He really doesn't want to spend anymore time with him than strictly necessary. Barry's smile faulters slightly.

“It was just an invitation William. You don't have to accept it.”

“Fuck it. I don't have anything better to do” Willy doesn't want to spend time with Barry but there's not much worse than stewing alone in the cold.

Barry's smile meets his eyes. He tilts his head to the side as he offers a hand out for Willy to take. Willy promptly smacks his hand away and stands up on his own. Barry simply turns and starts walking to his room with Willy in tow.

The room is Infuriatingly well furnished. A large Bed with a Gold encrusted Wooden Frame sits directly in the middle of the room. The frame twisting and turning into one of his stupid perfect symmetrical trees. Surrounding the bed are all sorts of plants. Pink and Red Roses are littered throughout the entire room growing directly out of the floorboards. The walls have almost no empty Space on them. Each section is invaded by shelves holding Crystals and Candles that light up the room warmly.

Overall it's incredibly pretentious. Incredibly Barry. Willy isn't sure whether he should be impressed or annoyed.

Barry doesn't say anything he just sits on the bed and pats the area next to him.

“Did you just fucking Pat for me to sit down? Are you fucking serious?!” Willy glares at Barry, the pretentious Fuck continuing to smile at him.

“I didn't mean anything by it dear. I simply was inviting you to sit with me.” He says calmly.

Barry stares at him. Willy stares back. He realizes now that Barry's eyes are the exact same color as the leaves of the trees he's curated. A deep green with small flecks of Gold inside. They match perfectly with his impossibly long blonde hair.

“Are you going to sit down or not?” Barry asks prying Willy out of his thoughts.

Willy reluctantly sits down next to him.

“It feels like… even after almost four years of knowing you I know nothing about you,” Barry says as that genuine smile returns to his face. “So I think we should play twenty-one questions”

“That's intentional, That you don't know anything about me I mean,” Willy grumbles

“I'm aware,” Barry says simply “However I think we should get to know each other. Wouldn't it be valuable for you to have some Intel on me?”

He's right. He usually is. Not that Willy would ever admit that. It would just boost the man's already exceptionally high ego.

“Fine,” He huffs sitting up against the bedframe.

“Do you want to go first?” He says polite as ever offering Willy a large bottle of Apple cider. “Or do you want me too?”

He moves to sit next to Willy, sliding a hand onto his shoulder. Another thing Willy hates. The way Barry touches him feels consuming. It's almost Terrifying. Willy thinks It would be to anyone else. This man- Who's more monster than man really- Trying to devour him whole with just a touch. It’s Corruption, Abuse, Violence, Everything that Willy himself is. He doesn't move Barry's hand.

“I will.” Willy sighs.

He pauses deep in thought. There are so many things about Barry he doesn't know. What could be useful? You need to know everything about a beast before attempting to tame it. Especially one that plans to eat you whole.

He's thinking too hard. Willy has never had a friend before, and the man before him was one of the most annoying people he'd ever met. But… They were similar in a way. He could relate to Barry on a level he can't any other men. Monsters often find solace in each other after all.

“How do you know what this game is? Do you have this stuff in fae rune?” He finally settles on a more simple question.

Barry looks at him like he's a particularly interesting ant in an ant farm. Willy glares at him.

“Bill told me about it.” He explains. “He wanted to play it with me but-” he cuts himself off politely. “Well you know how Bill is.”

Willy snorts rolling his eyes. Bill was, to put it lightly, the most annoying person Willy had ever met.

“My turn then.” Barry says

He starts stretching. His casual yoga has always pissed Willy off. He pretends to think for about a minute, Putting a finger up to his lips.

“What's your astrology sign?”

“I'm a Scorpio.” Willy knows the bare essentials of Astrology. He learned very quickly that when it comes to magic, if Barry believes in something it’s probably not complete bullshit.

The Half elf grins his pointy teeth on full display. Every part of Barry is sharp in some way. His sharp chin, his pointy teeth, his long slender fingers ending in perfectly manicured claws, his pointy ears- the most pointy Willy ever has seen on a halfie, and his sharp cutting words. Every part of him is dangerous, a ravenous monster waiting for its next meal. Despite himself it always seems to leave Willy wanting more. More of him.

“-Compatible.” Is all Willy hears when he snaps back into the moment.

“Compatible?” He repeats dumbly not sure what else to say

“Our Zodiac signs. You’re a Scorpio and I’m a Leo. We’re compatible!” Barry says cheerfully as ever.

“What do you mean compatible?” He asks a slight snarl to his voice, his words dripping in a false venom.

“I didn’t mean anything in particular. It’s just an astrology fact” He says shrugging.

“Hm.”

There’s a long silence between them for a long moment Barry’s striking green eyes focused on Willys. It takes a long moment for Willy to relive why the talking has stopped.

“Oh. It’s my turn. Okay… Why did you marry Autumn?”

Barry grins seemingly much more satisfied with this question than the first one. He pulls his floor length blond hair out of the braid it’s usually confined in and plucks the flowers out one by one.

“Autumn and I were…” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “Dreamers. She wanted to change the world, as did I. I liked her quite a lot—“

“—Not loved?” Willy asks, cutting him off for the second time this evening.

“No. Not loved. I don’t believe I’ve ever loved anyone.” He cards his hand through his hair now shaking out any excess plants. “Regardless, I liked her quite a lot. She was my best friend. I showed her the beauty of nature and she taught me about the stars, tales of Gods old and new, and told me her dreams for peace among men. I promised to make those dreams come true. She loved me and I was very fond of her. So we were married.”

Willy looks at Barry for a long time. The way he speaks of his wife now is far more fond than any time he has in all the years he’s known him. It makes Willy’s whole body tense up.

“Things are different now of course. Had Autumn turned out differently the two of us could have ruled the world together” He lets out a deep sigh. “But unfortunately she found a way to disappoint me. Just like everyone else I’ve met except…” He cuts himself off.

‘“Except?” Willy inquires.

“Except for you.” Barry looks away from him staring intently at the Wall that infuriating smile still plastered onto his face.

“Hm” Willy doesn't say anything beyond that leaving unsaid words dangling in the air above them.

“How about you? What was your wife like?” Barry asks.

“She was an absolute bitch. She thought she was ‘chronically ill’ or something and did nothing but lay in bed. She was a lazy Bitch. She didn't ‘approve of my parenting style' but never wanted to help raise the little pussy.” He grumbles a familiar bite to his words mocking his now dead ex wife.

“She doesn't sound like she was the right match for you” Barry says gently.

There's something strange tugging at his words. As if there's more to the sentence. But Willy doesn't ask and Barry doesn't tell him.

“Yeah well she wasn't. She was… I don't know. It was better before she got sick. She was a bitch though.” He says definitively.

Barry tilts his head slightly to the side and hums softly.

“What's your favorite thing about yourself?” Willy asks with a smirk.

Barry can go on for hours about how great he is. How much better he is than anyone and everyone around him. He's insufferable about it. Right now, However, it could come in handy. He'd rather listen to Barry ramble on than reveal more information about himself the Half elf will definitely use against him.

“My intelligence. What's your favorite thing about me?” Barry quickly flips the question.

What the hell? Barry loves to talk about himself. He has a deeper agenda here. Something that Willy can't see. It's enraging.

“What are you playing at?” Willy questions, ignoring Barry's question?

“What are you talking about?” Barry asks plainly.

“What's your game here Oak?” Willy asks again. He sighs, Willy hates repeating himself.

“Whatever do you mean?” Barry isn't asking. He knows. He's playing with Willy.

Willy snaps. He flips around pinning Barry to the bed snarling down at him. Barry shudders under him, his practiced smile never wavering.

“You know exactly what I mean, you self righteous prick.” Willy growls out.

Barry does something unexpected. He grasps at the back of Willy's shirt the fabric rough against his fingers and pulls him down into a hungry kiss.

Everything about Barry is sharp. His kiss is no different. Sharp teeth desperately bite at Willy's Lips as Barry Claws into his back trying to swallow him whole.

It's messy it's terrible. It's terrible the way that Willy wants Barry to cut him open to lick his intestines and Bite his heart in two. To dig his fingers into his chest and pull out his ribs.

Barry has always been a beast. He has no empathy, He cares about nothing but himself. He's a ravenous monster all sharp edges and sharper words. So what could Willy do but let him devour him?

Barry pulls away gently Willy chasing his lips.

“What the fuck was that?” Willy demands

“We can talk about it tomorrow.” Without another word Barry pulls Willy down to lie on his chest.

Willy thinks about leaving, Walking out now and never having to face what just happened. Then again Barry is wrapped around him, hard edges softening. It fills Willy with an unfamiliar warmth. He settles into the bed wrapping an arm around Barry. He can stay, just for the night. After all, Willy hates the cold.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads fanart #barry oak #willy stampler #Warbear #warbear #Willy/Barry #purple trees #dungeons and daddies fanfiction #dndads fanfic #dndads fic #dndads Season 1 #dndads 1 #dndads s1 #im begging you to see my vison #please

[ellievickstar]

Unmasked (Azriel angst)

Warnings: Earing disorder(kinda), Depression, disassociation???? Vomiting and stuff

Summary: The reader has always been living breathing doormat so what shall she do when the great shadow singer wants her to finally be herself :0

A/N: Before you ask any questions read the damn one shot.

“Thanks Rhys for paying,” I winked at my best friend as I closed the door to my room, he chuckled in return remarking that I barely ate anything and he was mostly paying for himself. I let out a laugh, ensuring that it would be heard, before sighing and sitting on my bed. Finally.

I dropped the smile that made my cheeks hurt as I washed away the glamour that was on my face. It melted away to reveal me. I was nearly unrecognisable. My cheeks had sunken in and my eyes looked hollow, my lips instead of the plump pink they used to be had now thinned to the point of being a straight line.

I looked dead. Felt it.

I was tired of going out everyday and being that…that woman. The unrecognisable woman who was to say the least, intolerable. She was happy, at least everyone thought she was.

But every one saw her. Not me. Not this girl who looked I’ll, who looked dead. Inside out. I scowled at myself in the mirror as I decided to take a bath.

Disgusting. Self-centred. Freak.

I shut out the words. The voices. I knew that I was letting myself go but who would care. Rhysand might but he was busy with Rhys. Az looked more interested to follow Mor around like a lost puppy. Mor had her own problems. Amren did not care about anyone and Cassian. My brother has his own things to deal with. Especially with the war.

I rubbed my eyes as I got out of the bath. I was fine one my own. Just fine. I think. I shook my head. No I would not bother anyone with my problems that’s being selfish, besides, they had enough on their plate.

As I settled down in my bed I avoided looking at the mirror that I had once placed in my room, reminding myself to ask Rhys to bring it away whenever I could think of a valid reason. I had had enough of looking at how my body had thinned and hollowed out over time. I didn’t need to looked at my rib cages as they protruded out from the skin. I was afraid that I would gain weight but looking at my body, I knew I needed to eat, knew that this was unhealthy but I couldn’t help myself.

I was glad when the darkness overtook me. Glad when the intrusive thoughts was silenced. Even if it was for a while.

Later that night . . .

I woke as I ran to the bathroom and vomited out acid. Groaning to myself as I sat beside the toilet. I felt pathetic. I gagged again and there was my excuse of a dinner tumbling out of my mouth. Again, again, again. Until blood came out. I had burned my throat with the acid I had vomited out.

My throat was bleeding.

I sighed. The would would close up thanks to Fae healing but I needed to eat something. So against my better judgement I went down the staircase, crossed the halls and went looking for something to eat. On the counter there was some pieces of bread. Nuala and Cerridwen knew of my plight so they often left food there. Though I made them promise to never tell anyone of my plight. Even Azriel.

That’s when I heard movement from behind me.

I was instantly alert, spinning around, daggers in my hand ready to be thrown. Azriel was there, his eyes widened as he lifted his hands in surrender. I immediately put the daggers down.

“Sorry, I just came down for food, didn’t mean to wake you or anything,” Azriel studied me as I tried to apologise, my cheeks reddening. “Does Cassian know?” His voice was sombre, gentle like a midnight bloom.

“Know what?” I feigned innocence. I knew what he was talking about, I knew that he knew because of the shadows that whispered to him. He frowned at me, not buying my façade.

“No, no one knows. No one is supposed to know,” I relented. He just nodded before questioning me further, “Why not?” “It is none of your business,” I snapped. My patience drawing thin. I did not have the energy for masks, not now.

He simply narrowed his eyes at me. “It is my business that my sister is starving herself to near death, that she is throwing her guts up and the only thing that comes out is acid. It is my business that you are dying on the inside and that your not letting anyone help,” His tone turned firm. He approached me, but I backed away, shaking my head.

“I don’t need your help,” “You do and you know it,” His voice was still that gentle calm, a siren calling almost, stern as it was. I tried to turn away but he caught me by my arm. “Don’t let it eat you alive, please,” He breathed but the desperation in his voice was clear as day. I shook my head again, clearing the voice that pleaded me to take his help.

“I’m fine,” I gritted my teeth, tears wriggling their way through and rolling down my cheeks. He wiped them a way with a thumb. “Please, let me help you, don’t lie to yourself, you can lie to me but not to yourself,” He was begging now. I could hear it but I ripped my arm free from his grasp, tears streaming down my face. I wiped my eyes as I finally said one last time, “I’ll be alright.”

And maybe. Just maybe. It was more to convince myself, then the male that watched me walk back to my room.

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[yookimi]

𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 / ?

one . juvia joining fairy tail was not a direct cause of her infatuation with gray . and it was not an immediate decision on juvia ' s part . it took at least a few weeks to a month for her to finally decide to join fairytail , which was not an easy decision for her . however , seeing how they fight for eachother compared to the argumentative and hostile nature that phantom lord had , really opened her eyes and gray is why she saw fairytail in this positive light , even after the fight between the two guilds . juvia was forced to think about her part in all of phantom lord ' s crimes , and reflect on what she wanted for herself and who she wanted to be . she joins fairytail shortly after cutting her hair ( a symbol of the end of her phantom lord era . ) .

two . returning to juvia ' s fight with gray , i want to highlight something that is essential in my portrayal of juvia . IT IS NOT LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT LIKE HIROSHIMA MAKES IT SEEM !!! juvia finds gray attractive and is intrigued by him but she does not love him immediately . i won ' t deny that she definitely has romantic feelings for him like a high school crush maybe , but by no means is she so in love with him the first time she meets him that she turns into this obsessed stalker . instead ! i like to think that after she joins fairytail , she spends more time around him and it develops from there . reminder that i do not write juvia as if she ' s obsessed with gray . she respects him and the boundaries he sets .

NOTE : i respect gru.via and find the appeal in the ship , and while i do ship them, by no means do her feelings for gray mean that i want to jump into any ships . especially if it ' s gru.via . every relationship deserves the right amount of development and i ' ll be prioritizing that . i do ship her with other characters and am open to talking about dynamics .

three . i hate the avatar arc so much . it left a bad taste in my mouth after reading / watching . first of all , you ' re telling me that juvia and gray were LIVING TOGETHER and he didn ' t trust her enough to let her know that he was going away for a while for a secret mission ??? he didn ' t have to include any real details .. so i ' d like to think that he at the very least told her that much . secondly , the way hiroshima handled her feelings was incredibly invalidating . she was happy ? to see gray and fight alongside him . nah that ' s not happening here . it doesn ' t make sense to me for her to be happy . i understand being relieved he ' s okay , but she has the right to be upset !!! let her be upset and show her emotion . not to mention Hiroshima continuously uses juvia as nothing but sex appeal / fanservice and as grays love interest . she is more than that as a dynamic character and will be treated as such .

MORE TO BE ADDED AS I THINK OF THEM .

#new juvia tag tba

[krizaland]

It’s the thought that counts Chapter 1

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Note: This was supposed to be a one shot but I got carried away.

Summary: After learning that Bao Li missed her favorite cookies, Wukong decides to try baking.

It was a cool summer afternoon as MK made his deliveries.

Just one last delivery then it would be time for more training with Wukong!

Despite the address being unfamiliar, MK still puttered along the route.

It wasn’t long before MK was led to a large, somewhat fancy, looking house.

MK parked then scurried up to the door.

DING! DONG!

When the door opened, MK blinked in shock.

“Bao Li?! I didn’t know you liked Pigsy’s.”

“Of course I do! Their noodles are simply the best!” Bao Li giggled as she carefully took her order from MK.

“True but, aren’t you a princess? I thought princesses only ate like fancy food.” MK noted as he tilted his head.

“Well back in my younger years, I almost never left my palace. Every meal I had was always something fancy or weird. Ever since I moved away from my palace, I’ve fallen in love with more simple things,” Bao Li explained, “A bowl of Pigsy’s noodles has more flavor than any of the fancy stuff I was fed.”

“Really? Cool!”

“Indeed. The only food that I miss from my Royal life is Ruby Almond Cookies.” Bao Li mused.

“Ruby Almond Cookies?”

“Yes. They were simply divine! But…Ruby almonds are exclusively grown in my kingdom. It’s pretty much impossible to get ahold of them. And well you can’t exactly make Ruby Almond Cookies without Ruby Almonds.” Bao Li explained as she rubbed the back of her head.

“Bummer! But maybe you could get some when you visit your kingdom again!” MK chirped.

Bao Li sighed and shook her head.

“I’m afraid I can’t return to my kingdom. Let’s just say…I’m not exactly welcome back there.”

MK looked at Bao Li incredulously.

“Wait! So you were exiled?”

“No. Not exiled. It’s…complicated. I’d rather not talk about it if that’s ok. Thank you for the noodles.”

And with that, Bao Li went back inside and gently closed the door behind her.

MK let out a sympathetic hum before making his way back to Pigsy’s.

After changing out of his uniform, MK immediately rushed off to train with Wukong.

At Flower Fruit Mountain, Wukong sulked away in his shame temple.

He played with a small pink gem and let out a somber sigh.

He could practically see Bao Li’s smiling face in every facet of the gem.

“I know I screwed up but…I’d do anything to get things back to the way they used to be…”

“Monkey King? Where are you?”

The sound of MK’s voice jolted Wukong back to reality.

“Crap! I forgot about training today!” Wukong hissed as he bopped his forehead.

He looked out towards the entrance and called out,

“Just a minute!”

Wukong put the gem away and dashed out to greet MK.

“Hey, bud! Glad you could make it!” Wukong chirped with a wave.

“Don’t worry! I would never miss training! MK cheered as he scurried up to his mentor.

“Never?”

“Never ever! I even made sure to go super fast with all of my deliveries today!” MK boasted as he put his hands on his hips.

“Super fast huh? I hope you at least still stayed safe right?” Wukong mused cheerfully.

“Don’t worry! I’m always safe! Well on my deliveries anyway…Oh! That reminds me! I delivered some noodles to Bao Li today.” MK rambled.

Wukong’s ears perked up as an excited grin spread across his face

“You did?! I mean- you did? That’s cool-” -Wukong cleared his throat- “She uh, didn’t happen to mention me or anything…did she?”

“No she didn’t mention you.”

Wukong’s face fell a bit.

“She really only mentioned these cookies that she missed from her old kingdom.” MK stated casually.

“Oh, I see- Wait! What kind of cookies did she say they were?” Wukong asked a bit too eagerly.

“Uhh, Ruby Almond Cookies I think. Why?”

Wukong’s eyes lit up as an idea graced his mind.

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say! Alright, kid! How about we take a field trip to Bao Li’s old kingdom?”

“Field trip?! That sounds awesome-Wait! Bao Li mentioned she can’t go back to her old kingdom.” MK noted as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Bao Li may not be able to go back but we can! That’s why I was thinking we could surprise her.” Wukong chuckled as he threw an arm around MK.

“So we’re going all the way to Bao Li’s old kingdom just to get some cookies?” MK huffed as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Better! We’re going to get the Ruby Almonds needed to make those cookies!” Wukong explained as he pointed to the sky.

“Ok, so we’re going to get almonds?”

“Ruby Almonds, kid. Ruby Almonds. They’re an extremely rare delicacy that’s only grown on the outskirts of The Crystal Kingdom. The trees are heavily guarded and the kingdom won’t give those almonds to just anyone. So we’re just going to have to borrow a few.” Wukong explained as he spread out his arms.

“Oooh-Wait what do we need Ruby Almonds for anyway? Are we gonna make those cookies?” MK asked as he raised a brow.

“Nope! I am going to make those cookies! Bao Li probably hasn’t had Ruby Almond Cookies in forever! I was thinking it would be a nice surprise for her, you know?” Wukong explained with a shrug.

MK’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re going to try to use those cookies to get Bao Li to like you again, aren’t you?”

“Pssh! Nah! Platonic friends bake cookies for each other all the time. I’m totally not trying to get back together with her.” Wukong lied as he flicked his wrist

MK simply gave Wukong an unimpressed look.

Wukong let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Look. Do you want to help me beat up some guards or not?”

MK let out a low hum before perking back up.

“Sounds good to me!”

“Great-”-Wukong summoned a cloud and hopped on- “-Now hop on!”

And with that, MK joined Wukong on the cloud and they headed off to The Crystal Kingdom.

After a long journey and battling armies of guards, Wukong and MK had successfully returned with the Ruby Almonds.

“Great job today, kid! You took down those guards in seconds! Your speed is really improving” Wukong cheered as he took the bag of almonds from MK.

“Wait? Really?!” MK squealed as his eyes sparkled.

“Yes really! You’re making great progress! Which makes sense since you’re being trained by me.” Wukong chuckled as he gestured to himself.

MK let out a happy cheer as he jumped into the air.

“Now let’s make those cookies!”

“Not so fast-” -Wukong covered MK’s mouth with his tail- “-I’m the one that’s going to make the cookies, remember?

“But I helped you get the Ruby Almonds! Can’t I help make the cookies too?!” MK whined as he pushed Wukong’s tail away.

Wukong was about to protest when another idea graced his mind.

“Actually, I think there is something you can do to help.”

Next

#lego monkie kid #lmk wukong #lmk mk #lmk oc #lmk oc x canon

[elliesirlgf]

Mutual Feeling. Pt.8

A/n: Everyone clap and praise me for not taking 5 months to come out with part 8!! I’m beginning to warm up to this series again :) p.s. this took me forever because I kept going back and forth. </3

Warnings: Spoilers, Fluff for like a second, angst, language, Some dialogue is pulled straight from the game, I got lazy at the end.

Getting Joel’s body back to Jackson was something of a nightmare. The constant reminder of who’s body lay under that sheet made you sick to your stomach. You shared glances with Ellie every few seconds; in which she never returned, reasonably.

As much as you and Ellie didn’t get along, you felt bad for her. You’d known a bit of the relationship between Ellie and Joel, remembering that they were close when arriving in Jackson but that eventually came to an end; due to reasons they never spoke about.

You rode on your horse slowly next to Jesse, His head down as he tried to comprehend everything. You felt like speaking up to break the tension in the air, but you decided against it. It wasn’t the right time.

Arriving to the gates of Jackson, they quickly opened, and you looked up to see the worried and confused expressions from the people guarding. One of which were Maria.

Fuck.

You could see the worry in Maria’s eyes, even from the distance.

This wasn’t gonna end well.

Not at all.

Almost in nothing more than a blink, she was in front of all of you, Jesse quickly getting off his horse to speak to her.

“Who’s is it.” Maria knew,, She just wanted to make sure. Make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“Maria..” Jesse said, reaching out to touch her arm, which she quickly snatched away and used to fold both of them. “Tell me.”

“Joel.”

“Runners got to ‘im”

Your eyes shot up, stunned and shocked at the lie. Why would he lie about something like that? I mean, she deserved to know. But,, You guessed it was just to avoid any more confrontation for the day.

All you saw was blurry snow, Tears filling up your eyes as you looked at Marias worried face.

But all Ellie saw was red.

She wished she would’ve done more.

She wished she wouldn’t have treated Joel the way she did.

She wished.

And wished.

And wished.

But nothing would bring him back.

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Ellie couldn’t do so much as blink. She was,, gone. Spacing out constantly no matter how hard she tried to picture everything she saw in that room aside from Joel. Her bloodshot eyes burned as the moonlight crept through her window. She was sitting in silence.

Until she heard a rather loud knock at her door.

“Ellie! I know you’re there! Let me in!” You yelled, being Immediately angry at yourself for being so stupid. Where else would she be, y/n?

You rattled the door knob after standing in the cold for what felt like minutes upon minutes.

To your surprise, it was open. So you invited yourself in.

Walking over to Ellie’s bed that wasn’t more than 10 feet away from the door, you looked down at her, sympathetically. “I brought you food..” you trailed off, Noticing she wasn’t gonna budge. “Look, Ellie-“ “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Ellie said, Harshly. Her back facing you.

“We don’t have to… We can play video games… or read your comics… You can play guitar the guitar.” You needed to shut up. You brought up the one thing that Ellie had that reminded her of Joel. Dammit, can’t you just stop talking?

Silence.

“Ellie… atleast let me clean your wounds.” You said— more of demanded as you set the wrapped up bowl of food on the bed.

Heading to the bathroom, you gathered all the supplies you needed— or, had, really.

You crawled onto the bed, slowly, as you sat behind Ellie, Tugging softly at the bottom of her grey hoodie.

As much as she didn’t want to, She needed some kind of comfort right now, so she obliged, Grabbing the back hem of her hoodie and pulled it over her head, with a bit of help from you. She had nothing underneath, so your eyes quickly fell to a bare back. Bruised, with cuts left and right.

You didn’t like her, she didn’t like you.

But you were still a person with feelings, and so was she.

It pained you to see her in pain.

“This’ll sting a bit…” You said quietly, Ellie only nodding subtly as you touched her cold back, Holding back tears of your own.

“Maria wants to make sure you’re eating..” you slid the bowl closer to Ellie’s side.

“She can’t stop me.”

You needed to break the ice. You overheard Tommy and Ellie talking earlier, You knew she was planning to go to Seattle. To search for that woman.

“Ellie..To have the guys that you would need... to do this smart...you’d be leaving Jackson vulnerable.”

You were the last person Ellie wanted to talk to about Joel, But she was stubborn, and wasn’t going to listen to you. So she argued back.

“So they just get to get away with this?” Ellie shifted to turn her head slightly, still not completely looking at you.

“Nobody wants that.”

“Yeah, but that’s what happening.” Ellie said, sounding frustrated and somewhat out of breath.

“What if you get hit by hunters again? or- or, hoards?” You argued, a bit louder this time.

“Is this you talking, or is this her?”

You always listened to Maria. Always.

“It’s a valid point.”

“If it were me, or Tommy, or fucking— Maria, Joel would be halfway to Seattle already.” Ellie got more and more frustrated with each word that came out of her mouth.

“Ellie, no he wouldn’t.”

“He absolutely fucking would be—“

“Ellie, we don’t even know for certain they’re from Seattle!”

“ Washington Liberation Front. That’s what you said was on those patches!” She spat, pulling away from your light grasp on her to look at you.

You immediately felt guilty, seeing her black eye, seeing her red eyes. But in all honestly, no matter how much you hated her, you didn’t want her to get hurt. She had no idea what she was walking into.

“What if they stole those jackets?” You spoke, eyeing Ellie. You knew the chances of each of them wearing a “WLF” jacket but not being apart of it was stupid, but anything to prevent Ellie from leaving.

“Thats…”

She paused.

“This is so fucked! You can’t stop me. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Ellie, do you have any idea what you’re walking into—“

“I don’t care. You can’t talk me out of this.”

And she meant that.

@iriecourtney here’s part 8, love <3

#tlou2 angst #lesbian #ellie williams #thelastofus2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #elliewilliams x femreader #tlou part two #the last of us #the last of us part two

[ajvocals43]

By Day & Night, Part 2

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Pairing: Warnings: Mentions of death, suicide violence, trauma, and general angst (idk all the things, I’m sorry), slight swearing 

Summary is here: masterlist

When I woke up the next day, the last thing I wanted was an email from Oscorp, the company my dad worked for. I had already suffered through enough with them trying to keep me from pressing charges since it was a fire in their lab that killed him. Their equipment that “malfunctioned”, causing the explosion that somehow only hurt one person. You could say I was bitter but that would be an understatement. I hated Oscorp. They killed my father and barely batted an eye at losing the life on their staff, one of their most valuable assets. 

I hesitated opening the email, dreading what I was about to read but I was unprepared for what I found inside. 

Dear miss Stark, 

Oscorp would like to offer our condolences once again for the loss of your father. We apologize that we could not do more to prevent this, though, as we are sure you are aware, accidents happen. It has come to our attention that we are in possession of a personal item belonging to Tony Stark amidst the wreckage of the accident that seems to have survived. If you are interested, please let us know a time when you would be able to come pick it up or if you would prefer that we mail it to you. 

Regards, 

HR Team at Oscorp Industries

I really, really never wanted to step foot in that place again. I didn't want to be reminded of who I’d lost or that no one really cared but me. But if there was something of my father’s left, I should try and retrieve it, if for nothing more than to make sure that it doesn't get thrown out. 

So, much to my dismay, I packed my things for the day and sent back a return email. 

Oscorp, 

I'll be there later today to pick up my father’s things. Thank you. 

Regards, 

Y/N Stark

I hit the send button as I walked out the door, ready to start my freezing trek to my job a few blocks away at the library. As soon as the door opened I was immediately hit smack in the face with a freezing cold gust of wind that cut through my layers of clothes, chilling me to the bone. But, nonetheless, I continued on the routine path, willing myself to start my week again. 

…

How many times can one reshelf the same book before they lose their mind? Because I think I'm about there. By the end of my shift, I am dead on my feet from pushing the same cart of books around the massive library, running up and down stairs to somehow reshelf the exact same book more times than I could count; not to mention helping people find their books and having to plaster on a smile and wave a bright “Have a great day” to every person who checks something out. And I haven't even gotten to the worst part of my day yet. I still had to catch the subway to head over to Oscorp to get whatever of my father’s had survived the fire. 

On my subway ride over, for some reason I couldn't help but think back to my meeting with Peter. Probably because I was heading into the seventh layer of my personal hell and my meeting him was the one bright light in my life recently. I felt bad that he lost his girlfriend. I knew that pain all too well. Though I hope for his sake, it wasn't exactly the same loss I had. 

Because no one should have to go through that. Watching the person they love kill themselves because you decided to take a break. 

Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly the reason why but it was a big factor. I hadn't realized everything that was going on under the surface. All I knew was that I was starting to feel suffocated in the relationship and that we weren't seeing eye to eye on things anymore. All I asked for was some space. I just didn't expect that space to be a 70 story drop. 

I was only partially out of my own head when the subway came to a screeching halt, jerking me to the side, despite my apparent death grip on the pole. The automated voice mumbled through the speakers, alerting me that this was my stop. When the doors opened, it took me a second to detach myself from the pole to start walking toward the last place I thought I'd be visiting. The walk seemed to drone on forever, and yet, at the same time, it flew by. Suddenly, I was standing on the sidewalk, staring up at the sprawling tower that bisected the fog looming over the freezing city. 

Oscorp. 

Someone met me as I walked in the building but I quickly brushed them off. I knew this place like the back of my hand. I almost could’ve laughed. I used to love this place. My dad would bring me here to watch him work sometimes. It was where I finally understood my dad’s love for science. I might not have shared it but I could understand it. Watching him work and the lightbulbs that went off while he did; it was amazing. This place became like a giant playground. 

And now it was my own personal hell. Filled with reminders of all the happy times that I’d had here with dad. Except no one but me would remember them. Now all that was left of that was apparently some charred “affects” of my dad’s. And this place was just a cold, office building that I wanted to be done with as soon as possible. 

Though as I made my way down the winding staircase leading to the lab, I couldn't help but place myself back into the mind of my younger self. How I would sneak down here to “spy” on my dad while he worked. I might not have understood his love for science and technology but when I saw the way he worked… it was almost like I could. It made me feel closer to him. But of course, he always caught me. Or rather, his A.I. system did. It seemed to be ever evolving, always catching my presence earlier and earlier each time I went down there. And once it did, it was almost like a switch flipped. He went from scientist to dad in less than a second, giving me the biggest hug and tickling me until I couldn't breathe. He would ask me about my day and we would talk about whatever project he was working on. Then it would be time for homework and sometimes, he let me stay in the lab with him while he worked. Those were some of the best days. We didn't even say much, but hearing the sounds of my dad working, while I worked on my own. It was the kind of comfort I hadn't found hardly anywhere else. 

 I found myself smiling in spite of myself at the memory.  But it quickly faded when I reached the bottom of the stairs to find what was once my father’s engineering lab, reduced to rubble and ashes. I could hardly walk through the burnt debris covering the floor. The scent of smoke filled my nostrils, matching the scorch marks on the wall. The feeling that hit me almost brought me to my knees and it took almost everything I had to hold back the tears pricking the backs of my eyelids. 

Anthony Stark was always supposed to be the biggest name in technology; not some measly engineer for Oscorp. There was no way that this was what was left of everything he had worked for. It couldn't be. 

 Fighting through the wall of emotion threatening to take over, I tried to wade around the damage clouding the room. Something seemed…off. Not just that everything my father worked for had been destroyed but… looking around, something was different. I scanned the room around me. I was alone. But my gaze fell on the far wall. The scorch marks were different there. 

Why? 

As I got closer, I started to notice minute details that were different from the rest of the room. Not visible to the average eye but to someone who had been in this room more times than a classroom? Night and day. 

I knew that Oscorp had secrets. It was too big of a place not to. I'd heard stories and for a laboratory, they sure did have a lot of security. But could my dad really have been part of that? I couldn't ever remember him being threatening or looking scared about what he was doing when he came home. He was always just…tired. Like he had worked the whole day. Which he had. Though as I stared at the wall, I felt that childlike excitement rush through me. My dad loved to tell me stories of superheroes. He even came up with this group. The Avengers. A team that took down bad guys and aliens and anything that threatened our world. The only superhero I ever needed was him. But ever since then, I had wanted to go on a superhero mission. 

So I couldn't help the words under my breath as my hands searched the wall. “Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door. Please be a secret door.” My right hand sunk in. “Yay!” 

Suddenly the bricks in front of me started sliding apart and a hissing noise sounded. A blue light shined on my face as the fog cleared around a glass tube. And inside? 

Nothing. 

Well, not quite nothing. I realized upon closer inspection that it was actually a… necklace. On a skinny, waist high pedestal was a small, silver chain upon which hung a silver diamond with a blue stripe across it. It was beautiful. I couldn't resist putting my hand up to the glass, almost as if I could touch it. I gasped as the glass slid open. 

I wasn't planning on taking it, but I started to hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Whatever this was, my dad obviously didn't want anyone to know about it. I had no idea how these things closed so I grabbed the necklace off its pedestal and ran out across the room, praying that the door would close behind me before whoever was coming got here. I closed my eyes in relief when the bricks slid back together right as my dad’s old boss came down the stairs. 

“Y/n? Is that you?” He smiled as he saw me. “They told me you were stopping by but I thought I had missed you. How are you doing?” 

Shane Meyers. I painted on my regular, polite smile and said “I’m okay.” 

I had never liked my dad’s boss. He always thought so high of himself. He always belittled the people around him, especially my dad. In hindsight it was probably because my dad had a natural genius that was hard for other people to understand. But when I was a kid, it was hard to watch my dad be constantly brought down and shorted because of his boss. He’d try to hide it from me, but I always heard. 

“What are you doing down here? I had someone bring his things upstairs. No one should be down here, it is dangerous.” He held his hand out for me to take. 

I started forward but I didn't take his hand. He didn't seem to care and followed me up the stairs. He led me to a conference room on a higher level that I had rarely been in. Most of my time was spent on the ground floor or underneath it in my dad’s area, I had rarely come up to the corporate side of things. It was bright up here. Despite the fog, the entire perimeter of the building was made of glass which allowed the sun to shine in from the higher levels. 

 I felt out of place in my simple jeans and sweatshirt, everyone else here was in some kind of expensive suit, some with lab coats over the top of them. I hurried behind my dad’s old boss, following him into the room, where at the end of a long table was a closed box. 

“Would you like me to stay here with you while you go through it?” he asked. 

“No, thanks.” I moved briskly across the room to pick up the box. “I have something I have to get back to. I'll just take it with me.” When I turned to leave, he stepped in front of me. 

“Are you sure? You could stay here to go through it if you want. You don't need to race out of here.” 

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to stay but I wanted out of here as soon as possible. 

“I’m good. Thanks though.” I moved around him as quickly as I could. I was trying not to look behind me as I walked out of the room but I couldn't help it. And when I found Shane’s eyes still on me, I picked up my pace as I went down to the ground level. I nearly sprinted out the front doors. 

Somehow I forgot that I lived in New York. My panic had me checking over my shoulder, every couple of feet, so I didn't see the person I was headed straight towards. My head was facing the other way when I walked straight into something. I was knocked off balance, the box flew from my hands and I was spun around, falling backwards. I braced myself for the impact of the pavement and…it never came. 

It took a second for my body to register the arms wrapped around my waist and back and the heat pressing against my right side. I opened my eyes to see…

“Peter?” I asked. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

It took a second for those words to compute. “Y-yeah.” I stuttered. 

He slowly brought me upright. "You sure?" He asked. "You looked pretty worried." 

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks though." I went to detach myself from him now that I was steady on my own feet. 

He leaned down next to me. "You dropped this." He straightened and handed me the box that had somehow landed perfectly and stayed closed. 

"Thanks." God, why did I keep saying that? Yes, he was cute, but that didn't mean my brain had to completely shut off. 

And…now it was awkward. 

"So," I started, "how are you?" Really? That's the best you can come up with? 

He chucked slightly and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "I'm good, I guess.” He paused before, “Where are you headed?” 

“Home.” I answered simply. 

“I’m sorry.” He seemed to genuinely mean it, though I didn't know what he was apologizing for. 

“For what? Keeping me from a concussion?” 

That I made him laugh pushed aside the embarrassment I felt at that statement. But then he gestured to the box in my hands, seemingly at a loss for words. It took a second for me to put two and two together. 

“Oh! I didn't get fired. I don't-didn't work there.” I looked down at the box. “This was my father’s. He was an engineer for Oscorp.” 

He seemed surprised at that. But then he got a look on his face that made me think that maybe this was not the best subject to bring up the second time you ever talk to a person. I was about to say something else; what I'm not sure, but he got a call. 

“I’m sorry but I gotta take this.” He held the phone up to his ear, but paused to say, “It was nice seeing you again, Y/n.” And then he was off down the street, talking to someone on the phone. 

“You too, Peter.” I said to his back. 

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[as-the-stars-foretold]

the rise of icarus

In which Icarus decides to take revenge.

TW: talks of death, descriptions of blood, yelling/fighting

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The air was metallic and warm. The smell filled every inch of your sinuses and invaded every receptor. It was damp by the edge of the forest and the metallic smell clung to the humid air. It was like breathing in a furnace full of iron.

“Mica? Mica? This isn’t funny anymore,” she said softly, shaking the man who now lay in a crumpled heap in her arms. “Wake up, please. Your sister is waiting for you and- and Epi was going to help you make your mom’s favorite dinner. You said we could watch a movie after!” He didn’t respond.

“Please! Mica, wake up! This isn’t fair!” Their sobbing echoed through the empty street, a cacophonous chorus of hiccups and pleading. “You were just two months older than me and your birthday was coming up! You were supposed to turn twenty-four! The rest of us were supposed to make a cake for you and you were supposed to hate it because basically none of us can bake!” His body was cooling far too fast and touching him scared her. But not touching him, not giving him this company for the last time scared her more.

She had sat there for hours, cradling his body, begging for him to wake up, calling his name. She begged and prayed and bargained, but the impassive Universe did not heed her wishes. It never did. He was cold now, and the rosy flush to his skin was gone, but he still wore a soft smile on his face. Tears, both his own and his friend’s, stained his cheeks and shirt. Nyx kept brushing them away, even though two more would replace the one removed. She picked his body up, struggling a little at the weight but determined not to drop him. The recorder was in her pocket, a heavy reminder of what the intel had cost. They left the bodies of the mercenaries at the mercy of whoever, whatever, found them.

The journey back home was the worst thing they’d ever had to endure. Nyx walked slowly, careful not to miss a step. A missed step for her meant nothing, but a misstep for his broken body meant dishonour. She couldn’t keep Mica alive, but she’d be damned if she didn’t honor him. But worse than that, they knew, was going to be telling the others. As soon as she realized that, she gasped. “Shit, shit, shit!” Gently setting Mica’s limp body against a tree, Nyx fished out their communicator. Cody immediately picked up.

“Boss! You just- just stormed out. Is everything okay?”

“No. Is Mica’s sister there or did she go home?” She waited as Cody yelled something inaudible to another person. Oh, how she dreaded what the next questions were going to be.

“She went back home. Why? What happened?” They sighed, trying to keep their voice from shaking too much.

“Cody. I need you to promise me something. No matter what I tell you when I get back, you need to keep your calm as much as possible.”

“...Alright? Wait, what did you mean by when I get back—” She disconnected the communicator, shaking once more. Cody was clever. He’d figure out what happened quickly enough, probably before they returned. And they dreaded that. How would they explain to Mica’s childhood friend, to his little sister, to his coworkers… What had happened?

Nyx picked him up again, numbness creeping in where dread had been minutes before. They’d have to tell them one way or another, just like they had to tell their friend’s family that their only daughter died. It wasn’t fair. No person should have to tell loved ones about the deaths of their beloved children, siblings, parents so many times. But this had happened often enough that she had grown numb to it. Except this time was different. It was rawer, just like the first time, but angry too.

Anger, anger, anger… they were rather familiar with that emotion. Not in themself, of course, but in their best friends. Or, as the Universe would have it, ex-best friends. The Torchbearer’s drive came from righteous morality and anger. Delphiniums’s power came from anger at their injustice. She was the only one of the three to not have harnessed that anger, to not have burnt their enemies to the ground. Instead, Nyx… watched. She watched the flames dance around the town, sometimes reveling in their hypnotic movements and other times grieving what once was. She knew better than to let her anger control her. But times were a-changing, and the Flamebringer had a path to light.

Standing at the threshold of the Neutralist Headquarters, they shivered. Panic, desperation, guilt, fear—it pulsed and swirled under their careful mask of numbness. Nyx kicked the door three times, holding tight to Mica’s body. The door swung open seconds later. Cody looked at them, worry slowly turning into shock. He stepped to the side silently, a numb invitation for Nyx. She entered and heard the door shut behind them. It sounded like the safety of a gun. They ignored the stares of their agents, instead moving swiftly to the couch and setting Mica’s body down. Kneeling next to him, she bowed her head. Taking a few calming breaths, she spoke.

“I want everybody to report to the Main Hall immediately. This is urgent.” Cody was at her side as soon as she finished speaking. They didn’t look up at the mechanic, but they knew his hands were shaking. He knelt next to her, softly touching Mica’s cold hand. He moved silently as the other agents filtered in. He fixed Mica’s hair, which had come undone somewhere in the fight, scraping out dried blood with his bare hands. He adjusted the necklace and repositioned his arms. Something to keep his hands moving until Nyx could explain what had happened.

A few minutes later and everyone was there. Reactions ranged from shock to horror, sadness to blankness. Cody had moved back into the crowd by now, leaving Nyx to stand alone by Mica’s body. Taking another breath, she spoke softly. Her voice still echoed.

“3:51 PM. Mica was at site three to gather the intel I had talked about a few weeks prior. He accidentally got the attention of Metaphor Mercenaries. He alerted me to that and I agreed to be stationed halfway away. He finished getting the recording, but the mercenaries met him outside the building.” It wasn’t the time for her to grieve. It was the time for her to be the leader her agents needed.

“He held them off for a few minutes while I got to the site, but by then… it was too late,” she took a shaky breath, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “It was a quick death. One bullet to the heart.”

Silence met her. A few shaky breaths and a couple whimpers were the only things that broke it. She waited for them to say something, anything. And finally, a voice rang out.

“What happened to the mercenaries?”

She smiled at that. A dangerous, vicious smile. “Dead.” That word seemed to alleviate some of the tension in the room. Satisfaction that Mica’s murderers had gotten what they deserved. They knew it wasn’t enough.

There were no questions after that. Nyx dismissed everyone, giving them three weeks off with full pay. Some people left quickly, glancing just once at the body. Others took their time, whispering to him or holding his hand before leaving. Soon enough, the only people left in the building were Nyx, Epimetheus, and Cody. Epimetheus was in their office, likely running through various programs to see which one would help them handle the news the best. This left Cody and Nyx.

They were on the roof, sitting on the edge. Neither of them said a word. Nyx stayed quiet, knowing that Cody had something to say. But when he said nothing, she decided to start the painful conversation.

“I need to tell his sister about him. Should she stay with us or would sending her to her parents be the better option?”

Cody didn’t say anything for a moment. As the silence stretched on, Nyx grew anxious. I need to tell him the context, at least. He needs to know what I have planned for the organization. I need to give him closure. Finally, he responded.

“Send her back. It’s not fair to keep her in the city where her brother died.” Nyx nodded, looking at the horizon. The city’s golden glow, which used to comfort her, now just made her angry. This wasn’t her city, their city anymore. It was a tyrant’s city. It was a ghost town.

They fell back into ruthless silence. Nyx resisted the urge to tackle Cody in a hug, to apologize to him until the sun came up. It wouldn’t do either of them any good. Cody wasn’t that type of person. When he wanted to speak about what was bothering him, he would do so.

“Nyx, I need to ask you something.”

Dread.

“Yes?”

“Why… Why did you let him go on the field mission? Why did you even announce that to us? You never used to before.” She sighed, turning to look at Cody.

“I let him go because it’s what he wanted. He told me he was bored, that he felt useless with nothing to do. I didn’t think… I didn’t think tha—”

“You don’t ever think, do you?” She flinched at this, meeting his eyes for the first time in hours. His eyes blazed with a fury so violent it almost made her want to cry. “You don’t think! Prometheus, it’s always the extremes with you. Either you don’t let any of us on field missions or you get someone killed on one!”

“I didn’t want him to go!” She yelled, standing up on the ledge. “I was telling him he was underprepared, that he should have me come with him! He wanted to feel useful? Fine! But it would have done him no harm to let me go with hi—”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU?!” She paused. He was right. Why didn’t she? “I’LL TELL YOU WHY! BECAUSE YOU’RE A GOD DAMNED PUSHOVER!”

“Cody—”

“No, don’t you dare interrupt me! You don’t stand up to anyone, Nyx! Not even your own agent, your own friend. If you felt that going with him would have been the better option, why didn’t you force him to take you?! You were his boss, and more than that, the man would have done anything for you!” Cody paused, breathing heavily. Tears were building in his eyes and Nyx wanted nothing more than to apologize a thousand times.

“In fact, he did do anything for you! When Epimetheus disappeared, he shouldered on twice the responsibility so that you wouldn’t have to! So that you could focus on being the leader the rest of us needed.” He scoffed, glaring at her. “You didn’t even do that. And not to mention him changing his code after that… that night with Torchbearer.”

He had noticed. He had noticed her spiraling. That shook Nyx. She had tried to hide it from everyone, especially Mica. And he had still noticed and cared enough to signal to her that he noticed.

“I’m…” she sighed, shoving down the apology for later, “I know. I wasn’t, and haven’t been, the leader you all need. I regret that so, so much. You’re right, I should have forced him to take me with. Hell, I shouldn’t have announced the mission in the first place! I should’ve just found another way to keep him busy, happy. You’re right.” Cody stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue. She looked back towards the horizon.

“I’m sorry. I was pretending to be strong enough to lead you all and that illusion failed. I wanted to protect you all but I couldn’t fight for us. I’m sorry. I was just… lost. Confused, scared. I didn’t know what I was doing, and honestly? I still don’t. But, Cody,” she said, meeting his eyes, “I do know one thing. And that is that I will die for you all if- when the time comes.”

He stared at her. Then he laughed. Loudly, heartily. He bent over, clutching his sides. They stared incredulously at him, anger and fear merging into one. “Oh, Prometheus,” he cooed, wiping tears from his eyes. “Valiant speech, boss. But you haven’t acknowledged the elephant in the room yet.” He met her eyes again, and she was taken aback by the near hatred in his warm brown eyes. “You were the cause of his death. It’s your fault.” Nyx blinked. Then she scoffed.

“I know that, Cody. Obviously it’s my fault. I was the one who sent him on the mission, I was the one who didn’t get there fast enough to save him. But you’re not talking about an important piece of the puzzle,” she leaned down to look at him face to face. “The Mafia is the man behind the murder. Sure, it was my mission that killed him, but the reason for that mission? The Revolution. The reason for the Revolution? The Metaphor Mafia.” She stopped at that, considering her next words. Cody, and for that matter, the rest of the Neutralists, didn’t know of her… rather personal connection to the Mafia.

“And the reason for the Mafia, Cody? Delphiniums.”

He looked at her, frowning. He knew all that, so why was she telling him? They sighed.

“Let me give you some context.”

♠♠♠

“When I was younger, maybe not even an adult, I began my work with the Mafia. My two best friends worked for the Mafia as well. One of them was Wolfsbane. The other? Delphiniums themself. Now, believe it or not, I was rather mouthy back then. I talked back to Delphiniums and they did not like that. They told me I’d be given a punishment for that. I didn’t believe them but… well…

A few days later, I was getting lunch with a friend. She was the sweetest, kindest soul ever. We were sitting outside the restaurant, catching up when suddenly, she keeled over. Understandably, everyone was freaked out. Before people started crowding around our table, though, I grabbed the dart that was on her. It had a little note attached to it. ‘Rule #3: Don’t talk back.’ I knew what had happened, then. I’d been dealt my punishment.” She paused, looking at Cody for permission to continue. When he nodded, she spoke again.

“That was the first death I experienced caused by the Mafia. After that, it sent me into a sort of… paranoia spiral and I pushed everyone away. And then, after Wolfsbane defected with a bang, I started working with the Rev and the Mafia. Around that time, Hephaestus, is when I formed the Neutralists. I will confess, the Neutralists were originally a way for me to play three sides of the game at once, but then you all morphed into… my own, I guess. My friends, my allies, something I needed to protect. Failed a bit at that but…” Cody nodded, leaning back. She glanced down at him, but the man was unreadable. She felt a flicker of pride at that. He was an open book before joining, but now he could mask his thoughts better than she could.

He was silent for a long time, before finally looking up at her, understanding drawn on his face. “So what you’re saying is that technically… the entire thing is the Mafia’s fault?”

“Not technically. Explicitly.”

“Right. But it’s also your fault in that you were forced into this ‘game,’ as you called it, and the game wrapped you up in strings too tight.”

“Precisely. I was forced into this, into… being a pushover, as you said, by Delphiniums.”

“But why didn’t you fight back?” That’s what she liked about Cody. He was always asking why? Why couldn’t they take direct action? Why didn’t Nyx fight back? Why?

“I was in a bit of a precarious situation,” she explained. “Delphiniums had a lot to hold over my head, so I pretended I just… didn’t have any attachments. And that act seeped into me, and became a bit of my reality. Plus, I had Torchbearer’s secrets to keep.” Cody nodded, finally seeming to have calmed down a bit.

“And, one last thing—” he looked at her as she sat down next to him, “—none of what I said was to absolve me from guilt or blame. Mica’s death was still hugely my fault, but I wanted you to know that there’s more at play here than you think.” He frowned a little, confusing her.

“By the way, boss, I just wanted to say sorry.”

“You were right, though.”

“I may be right, but you’re grieving too. It wasn’t fair of me to say all of that when you literally saw your friend die.”

She smiled kindly at him. “You needed to say it. I’m glad you did, regardless of the questionable timing. I needed to hear it from one of my own anyway.” Cody smiled back.

He looked exhausted, but Nyx had one more thing to bring up. He beat her to it.

“We’re working with the Revolution again, sorta, right?”

“Yeah…?”

He turned to her, fury in his eyes again. Only this time, the fury was directed at someone else.

“So why don’t we… pay the Mafia back, if you will?”

A grin spread over her face, venomous and eager. “Do you remember the protocol we had set in place for a death or serious injury?” Cody nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes.

“Protocol N3M.” She stood up again, looking like a proper leader for the first time in years. Pulling out her communicator, she paged everyone. They all picked up.

“Protocol N3M is in action,” Cody said, before nodding at Nyx. She smiled.

“We are Nemesis.”

#mmvstr #c!nyx #c!prometheus #cody allard #c!hephaestus #the metaphor mafia #the neutralists #aw man this was fun to write #especially the scene where cody breaks down at nyx #funnn #mica bouchard

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Yumekuro • Link (Rainbow-coloured Wedding Road) Sun Route Meister Story Translation Part 3/3 (with Story CG Spoiler)

(A/N): It is recommended to read the story with in-game voiced lines ! Beware of spoilers and enjoy reading ^_^

⚠️ STRICTLY NO REPOSTS !

Special Connection.

The empty and quiet cathedral, is now filled with no one but silence.

To retrieve the equipments and data we left behind, me and Link returned to the cathedral.

Emma : The wedding and reception were really beautiful. The wedding dress made by Adele looked amazing too.

Link : Lagoon’s parade car has gotten a good reputation. The bride and groom were happy, I’m truly glad for that. 

Link : That reminded me. Before we head back to the apartment, can I check out some of the videos we took?

Emma : Sure.

Sitting together on one of the benches in the cathedral, he checked the videos in the medium that was used for the recordings. 

Emma : Huh? This is the only data that isn’t labeled. 

Link : What is, this?

*the video plays*

Priest : The groom, Link. You will take Emma as your wife—

Priest :In sickness and in health, do you pledge to support one another with love?

Link : Yes, I swear.

Gob : Woof!

Emma : Thank you, Gob.

Link : Emma, put your hand on the basket. Smile and keep your eyes on the camera. 

Emma : Like this?

Link : I'd like to be a little closer to you…… like this.

*video stops playing*

Emma : The video from the modeling gig…… I don't know how it got mixed up.

Emma : I did check the equipments thoroughly, but maybe not when I was checking the data…

Link : …….

Emma : Link, what’s wrong?

Link : Ah…. nothing, it’s probably too late now. Raising the bride’s veil scene, I just realised we don’t have that one.

Emma : You mean the veil-up? Yeah, this time the veil was designed to only cover the back of the head. 

The veil-up ceremony, in which the groom lifts the veil that is covering the bride’s face before the kiss of vows. 

Emma : I’ve done a lot of research, on how to produce a wedding……

Emma : By lifting the veil, it’s meant to break down the wall between us (the bride and groom) or something like that. 

Link : Woah, it seems you’ve studied a lot.

Emma : I had a lot of fun while researching for it. There was a bit of a longing to do it too. 

Link : …… Since I’m here, we could give it a try.

Emma : Huh?

Link : I don’t have the real veil, but Adel-san gave me a piece of lace fabric. 

Link : They were going to throw them away halfway through the process, so I figured I'd use them to make some props.

Emma : Fufu. It's not every day you get a chance to come to such a beautiful cathedral, so I might as well give it a try.

Link : Ahahaha, sure. Well then, I’m going to take it in a minute. 

Link pulls out a piece of lace fabric and a hairpin, from a bag filled with props.

Link : Just for a moment, stay still alright. 

The gentle touch of his fingertips on my hair, it made me feel a little bit nervous. 

Eventually, the lace fabric was softly lowered in front of my face. 

Link : Here you go. You're fine to move now. 

Emma : Wah… Amazing, it looks like a real veil.

Link : I’m glad you liked it ♪

Link : It’s time for the veil-up, let’s do it. Emma, this way.

Prompted by Link, I stood in front of the altar so we could face each other. 

Emma : (As of now, I’m getting super nervous……)

Link : ……

The veil is slowly lifted. 

When I looked up, I saw Link’s bright smile right next to me—

Link : …….Like this. What do you think? 

Emma : I find it, kind of emotional……. I think? Cathedrals at night feels so solemn, maybe that’s why I could feel the emotions way more than I should. 

Link : I feel deeply moved too…… I’m certain I’m feeling that way?

Link : Look at you now. You look so beautiful. 

Emma : Oh!

After hearing the straightforward compliment, my cheeks immediately started to heat up.

Link : After observing today’s wedding, a thought appeared on my mind. 

Link : It had to be him. It had to be her. 

Link : They love and care for each other so much, to the point where they decided to be together forever—

Link : —With someone whom they can connect with so deeply, and I find that wonderful. 

Emma : Ah… I agree. 

I was so happy when a radiant smile appeared on Link’s face, it was very contagious it made me smiled too. 

Link : I've never met someone that made me feel that way yet, unless…

Emma : Unlesss? 

Link : …… Unless the 'someone' could be you?

Link let out a chuckle, and softly touched my cheeks. 

Emma : (Was he joking around? Or……)

Eventhough I wasn’t sure myself, I was truly glad when I heard Link said that. 

I had a faint feeling that something is about to happen, it was pounding againts my chest with my quickening heartbeat—

Finished.

(A/N): If there are misspellings, mistranslations etc. please let me know and excuse me. 🙏

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