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thisapplepielife · 4 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

3AM

Prompt Day 14: Angst with a Happy Ending | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Post-S4, Self-Sabotage, Post Break-Up, Hurt/Comfort, Making Up, Eddie POV

it's all gonna end, and it might as well be my fault

Eddie can't sleep. Hasn't been able to in weeks. Not since Steve's been gone. Eddie ran him off for good this time, he's pretty sure. You can only push someone away so hard, for so long, before they actually listen and stay gone.

Steve has stayed away this time. And Eddie's been too stubborn to just call him, and say he's sorry. That he didn't mean it. That, of course, this thing between them is something real. The look on Steve's face when Eddie'd argued that this was just fumbling hands and mouths, just fucking, just bullshit, is seared into Eddie's mind. He can't see anything else but that look on Steve's face. That hurt.

That hurt, he caused.

Just because he was scared. He pushed Steve away before Steve had the chance to leave on his own. Jesus H. Christ, he's a goddamn idiot.

He rolls over onto his other side, and decides that's not any better, and rolls back again. He looks at the clock, and it's three a.m. It's useless. He climbs out of bed, grabbing his cigarettes and lighter. He walks out onto the porch, and lights one up. Inhaling deeply.

He looks down the street, and sees a familiar car parked along the curb.

Eddie's barely dressed, just a t-shirt and his boxers, but he heads down the sidewalk. He leans down to look inside the car, and Steve is looking back at him.

Eddie flicks his cigarette away, knowing he can't smoke in Steve's car, and slides inside.

"What are you doing out here?" Eddie asks.

"Couldn't sleep," Steve says quietly, leaning his head back against the headrest.

"Same," Eddie says.

"Sorry for lurking," Steve says, eyes closed.

Eddie just hums in acknowledgement that he heard Steve.

"Is this ever gonna get better? Between us?" Steve asks.

"There is no us," Eddie says. And it's mean. Too mean. He's just tired.

"Yeah, trust me. I'm aware you don't want me around. That's a signal I actually read loud and clear."

"Steve."

"I know. Don't bother. I'm bullshit."

"You're not bullshit. Stop saying that," Eddie says, cutting a look his way.

"Then why don't you love me? Why doesn't anyone ever want me to love them?"

All Eddie wants is for Steve to love him.

"Steve, this has nothing to do with you."

Steve laughs, low and dry. It's cynical.

"Yeah. It's not me. Right. It's never me."

Eddie reaches over and touches Steve's thigh, "It's not. It's me. You're too good for me. You're going places."

Steve laughs, a little unhinged. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But you could. You should. Run. Flee. Get out of this town and never look back."

"Well, that's not happening. So, I guess I'll just stay here and be miserable. And you can stay and be miserable, and we'll both just be miserable."

Eddie hates to hear Steve sound this weary.

"You don't want me," Eddie says.

"You're all I want! How do you not know that?" Steve yells in the confined space, scrubbing his hand over his face, pinching his nose. He's worn out. Exhausted. Eddie can tell, and he hates it.

"Steve, I don't-"

"No, it's fine. I shouldn't have been out here. You don't have to talk to me. You don't have to do anything with me," Steve says, turning the key over, bringing the engine of his car to life.

It's Eddie's cue to go. Eddie knows that, but he can't seem to make himself budge. He thinks if he does, that this might be the last time he ever sees Steve Harrington.

And as much as Eddie doesn't want to drag Steve down with him, he can't seem to let him go. Not again.

"Steve," Eddie tries again, and Steve's put the car in drive and has pulled up the few feet to the little house they moved into after the trailer collapsed into that split in the earth.

"We're at your stop," Steve says, eyes forward, not looking at him.

"I just want-"

"Either get out now, or I'm leaving and you're coming home with me."

Eddie crosses his arms, not reaching for the door handle, and true to his word Steve pulls away from the curb.

It's a quiet ride back to his big, empty house. When Eddie gets out, he's acutely aware he's in his underwear and has no shoes. But he follows Steve into the house, and straight up the carpeted staircase.

Steve pushes open the door to his bedroom, and starts undressing. Stripping down to his underwear, crawling in bed.

That's when he finally looks at Eddie, and stretches his arm out. An open invitation.

Eddie takes it.

He slides into bed with Steve, and buries his face in Steve's chest. Steve wraps both arms around him, and holds him close. Resting his chin on the top of Eddie's head.

"Are you done being an idiot?" Steve finally asks. Soft and quiet in the darkness.

"Yeah," Eddie says, because he is.

Eddie's quiet for a few seconds, then laughs, "You kidnapped me."

"Guess you shouldn't get into cars with strangers, then," Steve says, teasing, pulling him closer, "See you in the morning."

And Eddie knows it's Steve's way of saying Eddie better be right here when he wakes up. Eddie understands that fully, and he will be. He's done running. He loves him too much. Even if deep down, Eddie thinks Steve would be better off without him.

Eddie's eyes are heavy, the lack of sleep hitting him hard. He closes his eyes, and that's it.

The sun is streaming through the windows, and right into Eddie's eyes. He whines, and rolls over, cuddling against Steve who is still sleeping through the onslaught of sunlight ushering in the brand new day.

They have a lot of things to work out, Eddie knows that, but he is also certain that he never wants to run from Steve Harrington.

Notes: Title and lyric at the top is from Matchbox Twenty's song 3AM. Thank you Spotify for feeding this to me when I didn't have an idea for this prompt, lol.

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archivallyfound09 · 10 months

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Back in the Cockpit, pt. 1

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (no y/n, callsign is Voodoo)

Summary: An old pilot friend of Nat's comes to town to party away some of her stress, but decides to get more tangled up than she intended.

Warnings: Everything is Mature, I'll mark explicit. Swearing, drinking, 18+ only.

A/N: I seem to have a few fluffy things going on at the same time. This is not one of those :) Let me know if you'd like to see more than just Hangman involved.

"Nat! Nat! I swear to GODDDD, I know you can hear me!!" You banged a bit harder than intended on the bathroom door, the sound of a woman on the other side humming to herself, wholly unphased.

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyyyy," you groaned and slid down the door. No sooner had your ass his the floor than the door behind you opened, laying you out halfway into the bathroom. An amused Natasha looked down at you, smirking.

"You're sorry for..." she prompted.

"I'm sorry for saying that F/18's are the stupidest planes."

"...and?"

You groaned and closed your eyes, throwing your forearm over your face in agony.

"AND," you growled, "Navy pilots are better than Air Force."

Nat grinned and all but slammed the door in your face.

"Get in here and brush your teeth, loser. Can't have you reek of Air Force bullshit if you're coming out with me tonight..."

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You looked down at yourself, pleased with the choice of attire: short, distressed jean shorts and a white tanktop. Nat had chastised you for wearing a bright red bra under it initially, and now, seeing not just pilots but a few higher ranks, you were glad you had listened to your old roommate.

"Oh good, they already took over the pool tables in the back. Want a beer?"

You looked at her incredulously which earned you a hard shove to the arm. You rolled your eyes and pushed past her, heading to the very full bartop. As you waited, you looked around, shocked that one a Wednesday night it was this crowded. When Nat finally appeared next to you, you were pleasantly surprised that you jumped the list to get your drinks.

"Thanks Penny. Oh, this is an old friend of mine from way back. She ended up abandoning the Navy to fly with Chair Force," Nat made a gagging noise and Penny laughed as you took her hand in a polite shake.

"My disdain for water meant the Navy didn't care if I could fly- they cared that I wouldn't land on a boat," you offered, earning another laugh.

"You might be the sanest one in here," Penny muttered, giving you a wink and handing you both pints, the condensation already dripping down in the warmth of the bar. You nodded and raised a glass to her as you then turned to Nat.

"You sure you want to do this? I could tell horrible awful stories about you in boot and all about that one time with the rear admiral's son and-"

She knew you were rambling and was quick to cut you off.

"- and I could tell them about your summer spent with the same rear admiral's son. Dude, relax. Just work colleagues bonded over trauma and terror. Besides, how often if it that I actually get to see you? If they suck, we'll leave and get drunk and watch Law and Order or something."

You rolled your eyes, but took a deep breath. You weren't exactly know for having a ton of friends around. Once the party girl now the military pilot, you were known for getting a job done, celebrating the job well done, and then going home to decompress. Only Nat seemed to be able to bring you out without the prerequisite of a job.

You hadn't realized that you had been slowly shuffling through the crowd behind Nat and you had finally landed at the pool tables in the back.

"Yo Phoenix! Who's your friend?" mixed immediately with "Hello, Legs! Haven't seen you around here!" "Please GOD don't be military!"

Phoenix shot the crew of three off to your right a death glare. You'd late learn that the very harmless catcalls were from Fanboy, Payback and Coyote. You smirked, grateful for the somewhat warm reception. What you weren't anticipating was seeing another friendly face that you recognized.

"Bob!" The entire group froze, two pilots parted away like the Red Sea to reveal a very embarrassed WSO sitting on a barstool, his beer gripped in two hands, glasses starting to slip off his nose. In a few quick strides you had entered into the pit of Naval aviators and were hugging a now standing Bob.

You were sure of the blush on his cheeks and confirmed it as you pulled out of the tight hug. He smiled with a gulp and the softened under your gaze.

"Nice to see you again, Voodoo," his small voice piped out. Your callsign got a few head turns and someone groaned "oh god, she is military...."

"So, Bobby boy, you gonna introduce me to your friends?" You looked around the group that was now surrounding you, smirking at Nat as she sipped on her beer, happy to see you settle in so quickly. Bob quickly stumbled through all the callsigns around you and you earned a few overcharming responses from Harvard, Yale, Fanboy, and Rooster.

As you started to answer a few questions about your background and how you knew Nat from training before you transferred branches, when you heard a voice near the bar that caused everyone around you to groan.

"Well, well, as I live a breathe...Bobby's got a cute little thing here, doesn't he?" He clapped Rooster on the shoulder who immediately shrugged off and sidestepped away. You watched in amusement from your perch, splitting the small stool with the WSO.

"S-she's not with me, Hangman."

"Yeah, she's with me."

Nat's voice rang out, but the tall blond gentleman in front of you didn't move his eyes from yours. He quirked an impressed and amused eyebrow, but never wavered in his gaze.

"Good for you, Phoenix. Glad you finally found someone who can make you happy." Your met his smirk and rolled your eyes. You noted the Texan drawl that oozed out of his lips and soon found yourself staring at those rather than his emerald eyes.

"Name's Voodoo," you automatically roze up, hand outstretched, a coy smirk on your lips. His hand quickly engulfed yours as he looked down amusedly at you. You treated him to one more gratuitous eye roll before striding past him with a small shove of your shoulder.

"Move it, Hangman, I've got another beer with my name on it and you're in the way."

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It became abundantly clear that even though there was training tomorrow, this crew knew how to drink. You were pleased that you hadn't stopped laughing after your second beer. You had officially gotten worse at pool (much to Nat's enjoyment), but your dart skills had gone up a bit. After some friendly drinking wagers, you decided you needed some air.

Your head started to swim a bit as you leaned against the railing, watching the moon reflect in the crashing waves, the rest of the world looking nothing but black. You sighed- you had been in Colorado as an instructor lately and missed the ocean. Your sabbatical break had led you all over, but you were most excited to be back with Nat and near the water again.

"Hey there."

You whipped around on instinct, ready to clock whoever had just interrupted your nice drunk time with the ocean. It wouldn't have been the first bar fight you had been in, but, no longer being 22 meant it would hurt a lot more in the recovery. You were met with the same arrogant blond as before. You couldn't help the relief you felt, but you showed it as nothing more than a smirk.

"What do you want, Bagman?" You opted for Nat's nickname for the cocky pilot. He chuckled, but didn't more, standing almost too straight. Your face softened a bit and you would forever blame the beer-ga-rita that Coyote had convinced you to try.

"What do you-"

You hadn't even gotten the words out when, in two quick steps, Hangman closed the space between the two of you, hands on either side of your chin, lips smooth and hot against yours, noses pressed together tightly. Normally, this would've earned him a hard box to the ears or at least a slap and a kick to the groin, but your body reacted faster than your brain.

Your hands flew into his hair and immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue searing and tasting like beer against yours. You couldn't help the small moan that escaped when one of his hands dropped down around your neck, fingers imperceptibly tightening. He logged the information away, smiling into the kiss.

You both pulled away breathless, his hair looking disheveled, eyes blown to be almost black, cheeks tinged pink. You noticed quickly that both of your heaving chests were in sync and that one hand still rested near your throat. He started to caress your throat and you fought the instinctive reaction to close your eyes.

It was then that you heard your name called from inside the bar. The reality of your situation and location was flooding into all your senses. You took a step back from Hangman, a quick flash of fear shared, and then he turned to the balcony and you started in for the door.

"Where the hell you been?!" Nat laughed, the loudness of her question betraying the drinks she had consumed. You laughed, blocking her from going out to the patio.

"Right here! Just needed some air, Nat, no worries."

She paused, not sure if she believed you, but after a side hug and you starting for the door, she tuned out the voice in her head. She knew you were working through some things (career-wise, life-wise, love-wise), and she knew it better to give you some space.

As long as you weren't jumping in bed with someone again.

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palestporn · 6 months

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Gamzee: Say it

"For my own fucking good, he said," you say, and the words you had said at you so many times taste like rotting sopor in your mouth, sugar and cold motherfucking comfort. "All the reason any motherfucker would ever give, just. Better if you stay here, for your own good. Better if you hush up and watch your mouth and dull your claws down and mind your manners. Better if you don't try to sneak your sign on shit, little dumbass like you are you can't tell what's not safe--better if you can stop flashing your fins when you're worked up--"

"So you did have--" Karkat says, quiet, and thank fuck he doesn't make like to touch the scars again, because if he tried you might not be able to stop from biting him this time. You're already mangling up your own words, on growls and the flex of your jaw trying to snap at something.

"--Not safe if you can't keep your shit under wraps, motherfucker, if they're gone you can't fuck up anymore and it'll be good, that's why he won't see you and it's not fucking good yet--"

Karkat's growling a little too, quiet echo under yours, and his fronds knead at you as helpless as your jaw cramps to bite.

"Do you still...want him to--?" he says, and your claws drag blunt at his back.

"I'd tear that motherfucker in half if he fucking tried it," you say, and then catch up with the words and cringe down on yourself, freezing still. In his descendant's claws, half-grown and already a warlord like old trolls used to be, and you making threat at the emperor--

"Yeah," says Karkat, and squeezes a hand up to find your jaw, steers clear of the scars and rubs strong and deep at meat of snapmuscle, soothing the cramp, humming low in his throat. "Yeah, I bet you would. I mean, I'd have to pull you off, but. I'd let you get a good hit or two in."

Gets a laugh out of you enough to break the growling a second, and his hand softens, palm and callus petting at your cheek and your posture-column, making long sweeps down. Playing cautious not to touch the gillslits you've not got anymore.

Fuck, but that feels nice. You've felt little hints and hums of how it's meant to feel--that deep-down-inside warm shiver-purr when another troll touches you soft and talks to you gentle, how your pusher slows and everything gets easier. But it's been all just fast touch and pulled away, to make instruction at you how good you might get to feel somenight. Seems like "somenight" is tonight.

Your eyes got wet and you don't remember when. But the growling's dying off for now, even if the rage stays burning.

"I'm not letting him sneak something like this past me again," Karkat says in your hair, determination like a troll twice his size and four times his age. "He's not figuring out this haunting situation by himself. I'll kick the fucking door down and scream my throat bloody if I have to. We're going to be there." He rumbles discontent. "We can go talk to him in the evening."

The evening is too long to wait and not nearly far enough away, both at the same time. But it simmers the rage back on down some more, at least the tiniest of bits. How he says "we'll talk to him".

"Real tired," you say, muffling off in his shoulder, so you don't have to hear your own self. "--Real damn tired of big motherfuckers putting me down, and going 'stay there, be good, pupa' and fucking off, and not telling why. I coulda been plenty good. Motherfuckers just never told me why."

"Well, when you're good for me," says Karkat, firm little general voice, and comes up to your cheek again, pap pap. "You'll get my phenomenal natural talents in a pile that definitely won't be shown up by actual sweeps of professional training. So that's 'why'. Briefing for future situations pending what kind of bullshit we're wading through that night." He coughs, looks away from you like he can't leave sweet-talk like that in the air. "So. What non-bullshit stuff did they teach you? And. Did they teach you how to teach somebody else."

Gamzee: Hands-on scholarly demonstration

==> Nerve distribution of caudal sensory protrusions ==> Auditory sensory stimulation and autonomia ==> Standardized somatic intimacy scale

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #I see that plenty of other people share my deep baggage about the concept of ''I Know You Hate This But It's For Your Own Good'' lol #you're valid we're all valid #plus that kind of encompasses the other choices tbh so good general coverage #I have to go eat dinner so take your time deciphering that nonsense

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silent-raven13 · 2 months

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I finally got to see you, again!

(A different take on "It's Great to see you!" A more happier ending! Beginning part is the same from the other one-shot.)

Miles had a lot to think about. The two were have more fights, they were distant and unhappy. They seem to talk about the future but ending it without no resolution.

When the two decided to go to this burger joint, Miles knew what he had to do. Hobie came by to pick him up, they weren't making any conversation.

They ordered milkshakes, burgers and fries. Hobie casually said, "I'll be going to a national tour, luv. I won't be able to see you for a while."

"It's really happening, huh? You're famous." Miles softly spoke.

"Hahaha, yeah. Hopefully get bigger than simple 'Hey, I know you'," He chuckles, "I hope you can see one of my concerts. I can book you to California, that's the last stop. You and me, we can spend time and look at the apartments."

Miles giggles, "Long distant relationship?"

"Yeah, you know you're only for me." Hobie stares at him with loving eyes.

"Hobie... I have to tell you something." Miles gulps being nervous, "You know, I love you and what we have it's pure, Special! You're my other half, mi alma! Mi amor!"

"Yeah?" Hobie looking concerned, he sat up straight from the booth he's sitting on. Across his beautiful partner.

"You know, we are having a drastic change in our lives. I'm finally gonna graduate and I got three schools already accepting me. Another one on the way," Miles sighs being so shaky, "I know, I'm going to be super busy with school. I know you are doing all these tours, making music, and seeing and meeting new people. Heck, I'm sure at times you're holding yourself back because of me, the same with me to you."

"What are you saying, Sunflower?"

"I think we should break up." Miles finally said.

It went silent, Hobie's eyes widen in disbelief. "Hahaha, funny Sunflower. Don't joke like that." His voice forced into laughter sounding joyful then his hand touches his face getting worried. "You got me." A weak tone.

Miles finally look at him with those serious honey-brown eyes and pout. "You're not joking? You really want to break us up?" His boyfriend in shock being panicked, "Why? Is that fucking Ben bloke?"

"Hobie, no. You know, this is more than just Ben." Miles finally said, "I think we need to separate. We won't be able to survive if we keep going. We keep arguing, distant- I... We need to be single."

"Need to be single. This sounds like you want to shack up Benny boy, eh?" Hobie getting mad.

"Hobie, you are going on tour! You're telling me you're not tempted with all those pretty girls and hot guys? Hobie, I know you want to go crazy and party to your fullest."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too and it's not enough! Where we're at is not enough and if we go down this path- I just know we'll regret it." Miles hugs himself, "I wanna have fun, too. Go to college parties, make friends but I don't want to be your boyfriend then all of sudden, I catch you cheating on me."

"It won't happen. I swear!"

"What about the concert? The VIP? If you really cared about me being there you would've answer my phone call and be there." Miles sighs, "Hobie, it's the little things, too. I miss you and I don't want a long distance."

"Okay, so you're blaming me? What about you? You got mad for every moment about your study time and I can see why, because of Ben!" Hobie scowls.

Miles sniffs going to grab a napkin, "How can you be so fucking mean?" He wipe his eyes, "Why can't you see the truth? I'm eighteen. Your nineteen! You're going to be a famous rock star while I'm going to college! We keep fighting and fighting and I'm tired of this. It's not fair. Okay! I can't even have you at prom because you're busy! I want to have fun, have my experience! I know, you feel the same way."

Hobie held back his tears, "I can't believe this is over. What happens to love conquers all and this bullshit of being together in the future."

"So you're telling me, you'll be fine giving up the partying, the sleeping around, while focusing on me? What if I have a special event on your important concert or you win an award? Or we make plans and it's always push aside! You know, this is a lot?" Miles wipes his final tears. "Hobie, I love you so much. You don't know how much I love, you're my Moonflower, mi amor. I want you to be happy, but I know I can't make you happy- not right now." He grabs his boyfriend's hands, "You will always be my soulmate."

He looks into those dark eyes seeing his Hobie filled with hurt. His punker sighs looking exhausted, "I know. I'm sorry, Sunflower. Things haven't been well with us." His hand gripped tightly on Miles's hands, "I thought I was being selfish... I wanted us, I love you. You are my everything. You're my Sunflower- fuck, I even wrote that song of you."

"Sunflower became your hit single." Miles giggles, smiling at him. "Hobie, I know. I know. But we'll be fine."

"What if we never see each other again? Or we just... never got back together?"

"Only time can tell." Miles softly said, "Even if all that happen, your still my soulmate."

"You're mine, too." Hobie nodded, "I fucking love you so much."

"Me too."

Hobie saw their food on the table, "Let's go back to my place and I wanna show you how much I love before... before we officially end it."

Miles giggles, "Alright."

The two left the burger joint with their take-out. The two spend their times in Hobie's bedroom kissing, touching, feeling each other one last time. Hobie pulls away from their kiss, he smells his boyfriend's scent, "You smell good... sweeter."

"Heh, really?"

"Yeah, you're so soft." Hobie worries Miles was stressing over his classes, maybe gaining weight because his muscles were much leaner. He feels so soft.

"Bad?"

"No, never. You're always beautiful to me." He purr kissing him back.

Miles let out a purr with his arms wrapping around his boyfriend's neck, the bed sheets semi-covering them. They were in love, in passion, it was bittersweet. It was the last time they share their bodies, showing their love.

After that, Miles graduated from high school, Hobie had sent him a bouquet of Sunflowers with a letting saying, "I'm proud of you, Sunflower. XOXOXO Hobie." Miles smiles happily at the gift that he had the sunflowers dried up and made it into a necklace. He got a full ride to Princeton University.

As for Hobie, he went on tour, soon his popularity sky rocket with a much large fanbase. His charms, his looks got him into modeling, and movies. He was involved in a lot of collabs with famous artists, celebrities and talk show host. His band had reached the top Billboards, winning many awards.

Yes, the two had achieved their dreams, over time they forgotten about each other. Life, new friends, new drama got them so focus that anything about high school became a memory. Yet from time to time, they feel they lack in the love compartment. They would think back wondering the 'What if?'

-Ten years later-

The Punk star was busy walking in a mall being twenty nine years old, a tall man wearing leather jacket and pants, thick combat boots, and shredded crop top. His hair long in dreads and gold cuffs. New piercings on his face and ears. Wearing thick Sunglasses, "Oi, what does Manny want? I'm at the mall I'll buy him- what do you mean no? Don't be like that, Mindy! Ugh, ain't you a peach, darling." He scowls at his Smartphone, "Oh, so it's about the check, huh?"

The Punker was getting looks here and there, luckily there was barely anyone in the mall. It's a school day and it's morning, Hobie kept walking still on the phone. Then without a thought, someone passed him, with a very familiar scent.

A scent of fresh tropical shea butter, coconut and floral perfume. It took him a moment trying to figure out where that scent came from, or who does it remind him of someone. Hearing his baby's mama on the phone, he said, "No, 'am listenin'."

Once he speaks, the person that pass him by quickly turns over, "Hobie?" An odd feminine voice, he never heard before yet it felt familiar.

The Punker turns around, his eyes on the female figure. She had long box braids hair, wore a mint green long sleeve, and blue jeans with some white shoes. She looks at him with a kind smile as she hold the brown strap of her purse. "Long time no see." She had this big beautiful smiles with those gorgeous big honey-brown doe eyes.

Hobie's eyes widen from shock, he stares at the figure as if time was froze. No words came out of his mouth, the voice of his baby's mama ring his ear. The female figure gave a weak shrug. He quickly hung up his Smartphone slowly going up to the woman, "Sun-sunflower? Oh my god... is that really you?" His mouth opens before thinking.

"In the flesh." She giggles.

Hobie hugs her tightly having to twirl her around, "SUNFLOWER! It's fucking good to see you!" He could smell her scent, delicious tropical coconut scent!

"Ahh," She squeals being picked up and twirl making her laugh, "Moonflower! You causing a scene!" Some people had their attentions on them.

"So-sorry." He put her down, his hands on her shoulders, "Wow. Just wow!" HIs Miles... is a woman! "Luv, your-your a bloody lass?" He asked out loud still in shock, "I hardly recognize you."

Miles giggles, "It's Mimi, now. Actually, I'm a trans-woman, Hobie."

"What? Since when?" Hobie gawks at his Miles completely look like a woman.

"Um..." She bites her bottom lip, "After we broke up, I think? I actually started taking hormones at the end of my senior year. I didn't tell you because I was still figuring myself out."

"You know, I would accept you, Sunflower. I would've been supportive." Hobie frowns at this, "Is this why you were wearing make up, tight clothing, dresses?"

"Yeah! You're a fast thinker, Hobie Brown." She smiles at him with her honey-brown eyes gleaming with joy.

Hobie felt his body going pink, his beautiful Sunflower. "You're gorgeous! As a man and as a woman."

"Awe, you're making me blush." Mimi could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her hands sweaty. It been so long, she did miss her Hobie.

"You're so beautiful, I knew I smelled you when you passed by me," Hobie's eyes can go heart shape, his heart beating against his chest. His stomach filled with butterflies. Old love rising again. His soulmate is right here.

"Ohh creepy," She teased when she raised her left hand. That's when Hobie saw an engagement ring.

"Wait... you're married?" Hobie asked, his eyes squinting at the ring. Looks cheap. He felt upset seeing that. Not when his Soulmate was finally here. His hand quickly took Mimi's left hand to have a good look at the ring.

"Oh, this." She forced at smile at her ex-boyfriend, "Um... actually it's a long story!" Then rubs her ring being content with it.

"Well, there's a cafe over there and you can tell me all about it, hmm?" Hobie put his arms around her shoulder, he noticed at Mimi gotten shorter, and her shoulders weren't broad like when she was Miles in high school. "How 'bout it, luv?"

"Alright. A cup of coffee would be nice." She giggles, as she walks with him close.

Hobie wanted to know if she was married or engaged. He didn't know what to do if she is. What if she is in- "I'm divorced, y'know." She finally said as the two waited in line to order coffee.

"Huh?" He asked.

"After all these years, I can still know when you're anxious. Hehehe you're so funny, Hobie." She giggles, "I'm giving you a peace of mind."

"Divorce, you say?" He gave a small smirk, "So single?"

"Very." She added with her eyes on him. "I'll pay for-" He took out his black card with a big grin on his face, "I got this, Sunflower." He saw her putting back her wallet into her purse. "What do you want?"

"Iced Americano." She tapped her bottom lip seeing the menu. "I'll have a danish pastry, too."

"Alright." Hobie put his shades on the collar of his shredded white crop top. The tall punker got in front of the barista, "Ello luv, I'll have two iced Americanos, large and one danish pastry and a blue berry muffin."

"Alrighty, coming right up. It'll be fifteen, seventy five." The barista said, putting up the price on the register.

Hobie pays for it through his black card, and got his receipt. The two went to find a table to talk, they were sort of the only ones around. There was one student doing homework in the corner. Another side is an old man sipping his coffee while reading the newspaper. Then, two young adults talking about a movie.

The Punker chuckles as he lay back on his seat, "Does that remind you of any one?" He moves his chin upward to mimic pointing at the student in the corner.

"Oh gawd, not your throwing shade on me." She rolled her eyes, "But that was so me when I got my Masters."

"Oh look at you, being a scholar." Hobie chuckles with a smile on his face, it felt like he was happy, again. All this time, he was on autopilot with his emotions. "Not going for a PHD."

"Uhhh, maybe. Who knows." She had her fingers rubbing her wedding finger, the ringing move side to side. She's nervous. "Heh, my divorce was a bit expensive. My wallet was crying paying for my lawyer."

"Oh? What did the bloke do- More so, who is this bloke?" Hobie asked then he frowns, "Don't tell me, it's Benny boy."

"Oh my gosh," She burst out laughing while tucking her box braids behind her ear, "You remember him?"

"Hmpfh."

"After all these years you're still jealous?"

"I'm telling you, he had a thing for you."

"Oh yeah? Well, the reason he was around me so much, he's trans!"

"What?"

"He's a transman and he was giving me advices about what I should expect and stuff at the time." Mimi giggles at Hobie's facial expression, "He's living his best life, right now. I work with his cousin and my ex-husband."

"Wait, you're telling me a lot of stuff right now. You work with your ex?"

"Oh sorry, I-" The barista called out, "Number 38!" Hobie check his receipt then turns to his ex-partner, "Wait just a moment, luv. I gotta get our order."

Mimi nodded, before going to check her phone. A text from her ex-husband appeared on the family group chat.

Miguel: Are you going to take Gabriel for the weekend?

Mimi: Of course, we had plans to go to a cat cafe. ☺️

Gabriella: WHOA! I wanna get the choco-cat cake! -sends a cute photo of a chocolate cat with a frosting shape of a black cat sleeping on it.-

Miguel: Alright. Are you home safe?

Mimi: I'm meeting with an old friend.

Gabriella: Is someone we know?

Miguel: Send location, plz. Need to know your safe.

Mimi: -send location- No, he's an old high school ex of mine.

Miguel: ??? How did this happen?

Gabriella: 😲 Are you on a date? See, old man! You should start dating, too.

Mimi let out a giggles from her mouth seeing how her step-daughter likes to poke fun at her dad. They were married for three years and dated two years, overall five years of history. Shame how their love wasn't the same as the beginning of their relationship. Thus a divorce happened. Don't get her wrong, she loves her step-child as her own, this is why she has partial custody. Only every two weeks on the weekends.

Hobie came back with their drinks and snacks, "Hey, what are you laughing about?"

"Oh," She set her phone down on the table with a smile on her face, "My step-child, she was scolding her dad."

"So you married with a kid in the fam?" Hobie sat back down as he handed her iced Americano and pastry. "Who is this bloke that let you get away?" He flirted at his Sunflower, because what kind of idiot would let her go. HIs Miles, His Mimi that is so beautiful so perfect.

"Awe, Hobie." She shyly tuck her box braid behind her ear, she does this when she's flustered. Hobie's lips slowly turning to wide smile, seeing her like this... it makes his heart flutter. "Well, I've been with Miguel for five years. We dated for two and married for three. Um... we met at work. Turns out Ben has this cousin name Peter that got me a job at Alchemax, while I was trying to finish my BA. I had trouble finding internships because you know, me being trans and getting discriminated. Luckily, Peter being so kind to me got Miguel to hire me."

"So you married your boss?"

"You can say that. We work in genetic engineering, and I helped him with getting the reports handed out and check on our projects. We kinda clicked and dated." She felt so nervous talking about this. It's like she was caught cheating from her Hobie, and now she has to speak the truth. It felt weird. "Miguel is a great man, husband, and dad. He helped me through my transitioning." She finally said.

"So you actually... cut it?" Hobie asked being curious. "Sorry if that sounds rude, luv."

Mimi nodded, "Hehehe, your good, Hobie. I have a vagina now. I never felt so happy being me!" She smiles at him. "I feel complete like this is what I always yearn for."

"Well, you look beautiful, luv. You are glowing." His eyes on her, "I wish I was there to support you. I can't imagine going through that. Wasn't it traumatic?"

"Well, I had at the time my husband supporting me, our friends, his daughter... I went to therapy for it. There's times where I do think about my organ being cut and if I didn't go along with it. But my surgery was fine, Miguel made sure I had the best doctors and so far, I'm at peace with myself." She sips her Iced American through a straw. "Mm. So, what about you, Mr. Punk Star? You been making waves ever since?"

"OH me? Nah, nothing is interesting." Hobie scoffs, "Same ole' Same ole'." he didn't want to talk about himself. He wanted to hear more on Mimi's life, her journey. His Soulmate is here and he didn't want to blabber about his stupid years.

"Ohh, come on, I've told me my story."

"Mmm?" He hummed thinking about it.

Mimi did her cute puppy eyes, "Please, Moonflower?" She's so curious to know.

Hobie couldn't say no, his heart burst with love. "Alright. Alright. You still have a hold on me, Sunflower."

"Hehehe. I can see." She snickers.

"Well, I am a dad... got a little sprog named Manny if you haven't follow those nosy podcasters about me life." Hobie finally admits, he pulls out his phone.

She gasps being surprised, "OMG, Hobie Brown, you're a dad? I don't believe it!"

"Here. My lad." He handed her his phone to show his photo of his three year old son.

"Oh my god, he does look like you," She smiles happily. "And the Mrs.?"

"Baby mama, and no we're not together. We been on and off, she just always seems to care about the child support." He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you planning to stay with her?" Mimi asked having to feel envious for the woman, she got her Hobie.

"Nah, we never work out..." His eyes yearning for her instead, "besides, I think I'm interested in this one specific person."

"Oh?" Her heart pounds rushing all the blood through her head being excited, she kept calm, "Who is this specific person?"

"A beautiful Sunflower." His hand touches her, "You know, not a day goes by when I don't think about you."

"You're such a flirt. You couldn't possibly think of me while you're out partying and being famous." She giggles.

"OKay, that might be cheesy. But luv, I never met anyone like you. You are my Soulmate." Hobie explains, his hand holding on to her, "Its not the same. What we had? I could never found anyone like that- these feelings- Even right now, I'm taking all my will power to not kiss you, hold you, feel you." His hands started to do more than hold, he's massaging her feeling her soft skin.

Mimi's eyes sparkle with love, it felt like she was in high school all over, again. "Hobie..."

"Luv, let's try again. We're older, and free. Your single. I'm single. What could go wrong? You miss me too." Hobie's voice low, deep with a certain charm.

"Mi amor, your famous and I'm... I'm trans, you would get hated and-" Hobie snorted, "Fuck it. I finally got to see you, again and I'm not planning to let you go."

Mimi couldn't help but let a flustered smile, her cheeks warm, "You wanna take that leap, again?"

"I do." Hobie felt her hand holding onto his a bit tighter this time.

Later, the Punker walks with Mimi back to her apartment. He wanted to be with her till she got home safely. The two took their sweet time getting there. They stop at old places they use to date, ate lunch, heck they even took a stroll in Central Park. They were holding hands, and cuddling feeling like nothing has changed, their love felt so fresh.

Mimi got to her apartment in Brooklyn, "Well, here we are!"

"Heh, you don't live too far from your parents."

"Hey, Billie have to go somewhere else than stay at home." She mentions about her little sister. Billie is only ten years old, "and she always have my dad dropping her off here and Gabi is always coming by whenever her dad is so busy." She got to the top steps while Hobie stood along with her.

"I guess, this is it, eh?" Hobie finally asked.

"Wo-would you," She felt his hands around her waist, "like... if you want, since you must be busy... and it's cold today- would you like to come inside?"

"Is that because I'm cold or something else?" He lowly asked with his lips getting closer to her mouth. Eyes slowly closing as he felt sweet tropical scent.

"Maybe something else." Mimi's eyes slowly closed as she felt Hobie's lips on her. Her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a heat passionate kiss.

Hobie swept her off her feet as he felt his old love burning like a dim candle suddenly burst into its bright flames. He never felt so in love. They share tongue, feeling every part of their mouth. God, it felt so right. It's like they were the missing piece into their puzzle. Mimi took her keys struggling to open the front door, being so busy kissing her ex.

Hobie helps her unlock her apartment door, they went in. Somehow they made it to Mimi's floor and her apartment. The doorknob struggles to open, while Hobie chuckles. "Someone is eager."

"Oh hush you too." She felt her lips swollen, "Unless you don't want too-" Hobie quickly kisses her like a hungry beast, "I do! Luv, don't be cruel. I was joking." They had their sloppy kisses when they enter Mimi's apartment. Hobie kick the door shut when she got her keys out.

The next thing happens, the two fell on top of the couch with clothes being tossed around. Mimi's wearing a b-cup size laced pastel cream bra. Hobie had no time kissing those beautiful breasts, her neck... every part of her body. Same did Mimi, she kisses Hobie's pierced nipples, his six pack, and belly button. They were in love, their passionate sex was gentle, romantic, holding hands to the point they refuse to let each other go. It felt like their love for each other never went away but became like an addictive drug.

When their passion ended, Hobie kisses his beloved's shoulder as the two were wrapped around a thin blanket, "Mmm, that amazing." He mutters.

"Mm, it was." She kisses his lips feeling his hands wrapping around her waist, "I love you, Hobie."

"I love you, too, Mimi."

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse

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II.

The tension present on the rooftop was unbearable. You had known that Merle was a fucking idiot but the fact he cut off his fucking hand was insane. Daryl had drawn his crossbow on T-Dog and in exchange Rick had pulled his gun out in Daryl.

“I won’t hesitate.” Rick tells Daryl, “I don’t care if every walker in the city hears it.”

Daryl sees the look on Rick's face and knows he isn’t bullshitting. So he lowers his crossbow from T-Dog.

“You got a do-rag or something?” Daryl asks T-Dog.

T-Dog passes Daryl one, he picks up the hand and places it in the rag.

“I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs.” Daryl says, “Ain’t that a bitch.”

“I’m shocked he didn’t bleed out,” you tell the group.

“He must have used a tourniquet… maybe his belt.” Rick explains, “Be much more blood if he didn't.”

You wanted to say how you thought Merle was too much of an idiot to know how to use a tourniquet but you didn’t. It would have gotten Daryl too riled up. So when Daryl notices a trail of blood he doesn’t hesitate to follow it.

“Hey, Daryl you might want to prepare yourself for what we might find.” you tell Daryl.

“Naw, Merle is too stubborn to die like that.” he tells you, but you know that there is a likely chance that Merle will be dead.

We all follow the blood into a kitchen with the stove still lit. You all find a lot of burned skin, but no Merle. And no body. You all soon realize that Merle had taken his chances out on the streets with the geeks.

“Daryl you can’t just leave us,” you tell him, “It’s much safer if we stay together and search for him.”

“Just like how y’all left him?” he argued, “You can’t stop me.”

“I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel.” Rick explains to Daryl, “He can't get far with that injury. We could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head.”

“I could do that.” Daryl tells Rick.

“Only if we get those guns first.” T-Dog says, “I'm not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?”

So there you all were listening to the plan Glenn made to get back the guns.

“You're not doing this alone.” Rick argued with Glenn. His plan would have sent him by himself with no protection

“Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much.” Daryl says.

“Yeah Glenn,” you agree with Daryl and Rick, “This seems like a bad idea.”

“It's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out. If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast.” Glenn explains. He draws a map of the street on the ground and marks the tank and the bag of guns.

“Look. That's the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That's the bag of guns. Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met. That's where Daryl, Y/N, and I will go.” Glenn continues.

“Why us?” Daryl asks Glenn.

“Your crossbow is quieter than his gun and Y/N can handle a knife pretty well so she can watch your back while you watch mine. While Daryl and Y/N wait here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag.” Glenn tells Daryl.

“You got us elsewhere?” Rick asks.

“You and T-Dog, right. You'll be in this alley here.” Glenn says pointing to an alley a few blocks down.

“Two blocks away? Why?” Rick asks.

“I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to them. I'll go forward instead, all the way around to that alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here.” Glenn says, finishing his grand plan to get back the guns.

“Hey, kid, what'd you do before all this?” Daryl asks Glenn.

“Delivered pizzas. Why?” Glenn tells Daryl.

So there you, Daryl, and Glenn were. Standing in an alley preparing to get the guns.

“I just wanna say that this seems like a bad idea still.” you tell Glenn.

“Why?” Glenn asks.

“You are going out there with no one to watch your back and no offence you aren’t the best fighter.” you tell him.

“Well this is how we get the guns back and nobody else had a better plan, so…” Glenn stated.

“Whatever, just be safe.” you tell Glenn fearing for his safety.

“You got some balls for a Chinaman.” Daryl tells Glenn, you roll your eyes at his racism.

“I'm Korean.” Glenn tells Daryl.

“Whatever.” Daryl responds, and then Glenn runs into the street.

“Daryl just so you know I am sorry for leaving Merle there. I may not have liked him but he didn’t deserve to have to cut his own hand off.” you tell Daryl hoping to at least keep some kind of good relationship with him.

“I just don’ understand how you just left him there.” he says, “y’all didn’ even try to get him out.”

“I was gone with Rick and Glenn,” you tell him, “I didn’t want to leave him there as soon as I found out but it was too late for that.”

“Whatever.” Daryl tells you.

Then another person came out from the alley and you alert Daryl. He targets his crossbow onto the kid.

“Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?” he asks.

“I'm looking for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You seen him?” Daryl questions

“Ayúdame!” the kid yells.

“Shut up! You're gonna bring the geeks down on us.” Daryl barked at him, “Answer me.”

Instead of shutting up the kid keeps on shouting for help. That's when two other men start running toward you in the alley. Then Glenn comes back with the bag and a hat.

The men run towards Glenn and try to take the guns, but they are unsuccessful. They instead take Glenn. Daryl then shots one of the men in the ass.

“Get off me! Get off me!” Glenn shouts, “Daryl! Y/N!”

Then a van pulled up and the men shoved Glenn into the van. The van then drove off with Glenn but with no guns and no whoever the fuck this is.

Daryl was pissed. He started kicking the kid and yelling at him. Normally you stopped this behavior but you liked Glenn, and Glenn was taken by his friends.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Stop it.” Rick told Daryl.

“His friends took Glenn Rick,” you tell him, “he’s fucking gone.”

“Chill out.” T-Dog tells you.

“They took Glenn. That little bastard and his little bastard homie friends. I'm gonna stomp your ass!” Daryl shouted at T-Dog and Rick.

“Guys! Guys! We're cut off!” T-Dog shouts down the alley.

“Get to the lab. Go.” Rick tells you.

“Come on. Damn, let's go.” Daryl says making the kid move.

Rick grabs the bag of guns and the hat that Glenn brought back.

“Those men you were with, we need to know where they went.” Rick asks the kid.

“I ain't telling you nothing.” the kid says.

“Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?” T-Dog asks Daryl.

“I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped us.” Daryl says fuming.

“You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault.” the kid says.

“They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too.” Daryl reasons.

Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle.” the kid says. Daryl goes to start kicking the kid again.

“Damn it, Daryl. Back off.” Rick says, stopping Daryl.

“Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” Daryl asks the kid, then he pulls out the severed hand, “Start with the feet this time.”

“Why don’t we hang him by his hands and cut off pieces of his feet then feed it to him? The only way that you will get out of it is when you've eaten so much of your own body that the shit doesn’t come out of your ass anymore, but it comes out of where your lower body is supposed to be.” you tell him taking the hand and shoving it further into his face.

“The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out.” Rick says trying to reason with him.

Later the kid decided that protecting where his people were was not worth risking his life. He took you straight to where they were.

“You sure you're up for this?” Rick asks T-Dog.

“Yeah.” T-Dog assures him.

“Okay.” Rick confirms.

“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know.” Daryl tells the kid.

“G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know.” the kid tells Daryl.

“G?” Rick asks

What kind of nickname is that?” you ask the kid.

“Guillermo.” the kid tells you, “He's the man here.”

“Okay then. Let's go see Guillermo.” Rick tells the kid pushing him forward towards the door. When we get closer the door slides open and out comes a man. You can only assume that he is Guillermo.

“You okay, little man?” Guillermo asks the kid.

“They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal.” he tells Guillermo, “That lady even says she will feed my own body to me.”

“Cops and ladies do that?” he asks both of you.

“Not him. This redneck puto here. They cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me.” the kid tells Guillermo.

“Shut up.” Daryl tells the kid. Then another man walks out of the building, you recognize him as the man who Daryl shot in the ass.

“Hey, that's that Vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow. What's up, homes, huh?” the man tells Guillermo.

“Chill, ese, chill. Chill.” Guillermo tells the man, “This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man.”

“We were hoping more for a calm discussion.” Rick explains to Guillermo.

“That hillbilly and the lady jump Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.” Guillermo says to Rick.

“Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made on both sides.” Rick tells Guillermo looking at you and Daryl.

“Who's that dude to you anyway?” Guillermo asks Rick, “You don't look related.”

“He's one of our group, more or less.” Rick says, “I'm sure you have a few like him.”

“You got my brother in there?” Daryl asks Guillermo.

“Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys.” Guillermo tells Rick, “But I've got Asian. You interested?”

“I have one of yours, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade.” Rick says.

“Don't sound even to me.” Guillermo replies.

“G. Come on, man.” Miguelito begs Guillermo.

“My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?” Guillermo asks Rick.

“Guns?” Rick asks Guillermo.

“The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns.” Guillermo tells him.

“You're mistaken.” Rick declared.

“I don't think so.” Guillermo says to Rick.

“About it being yours. It's my bag of guns.” Rick tells Guillermo.

“The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word?” Guillermo asks Rick, “What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?”

“You could do that. Or not.” Rick says as he points to the wall. When Guillermo looks at the top T-Dog has the sniper rifle pointed at him.

“Oye.” Guillermo shouted to someone. Two men then appear on the roof with Glenn.

“I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks.” Guillermo suggests, “Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood.”

The men then walk back into the building and so do the men who are holding Glenn.

“Rick what the fuck are we gonna do?” you ask Rick, “We can’t exactly give them the guns but we can’t just leave Glenn.”

Rick doesn’t answer you and instead starts passing out guns to the three of you.

“Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for that kid?” Daryl asks Rick.

“If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree.” T-Dog says to Rick, “But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?”

“You calling G a liar?” Miguel asks you.

“Are you a part of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?” Daryl says to the kid before slapping him upside the head.

“You guys can’t be serious about leaving Glenn here?” you ask them, “Glenn risked his life to bring back them guns.”

“Yeah, but we don’t even know if after we hand over the guns Guillermo will even give back Glenn.” T-Dog tells you.

“Question is what are you willing to bet on it?” Daryl asks Rick and you, “Could be more than them guns. Could be your life. Glenn worth that to you?”

“What life I have I owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I.” Rick tells Daryl and T-Dog.

“So you're gonna hand the guns over?” Daryl asks Rick.

“I didn't say that. There's nothing keeping you two here.” Rick tells Daryl and T-Dog, “You should get out, head back to camp.”

“Yeah you both don’t have to stay here and risk your lives.” you tell both T-Dog and Daryl.

“And tell your families what?” T-Dog asks both of you, “What am I supposed to tell Jesse? That I left his sister in Atlanta?”

“Come on, this is nuts. Just do like G says.” Miguel tells you.

So you all go back to the Vatos hideout and prepare to fight them. You had a gun in your hand and you had your knife in your back pocket. Rick pushes Miguel to the sliding doors and you walk in.

“I see my guns but they're not all in the bag.” Guillermo tells you.

“That's because they're not yours.” Rick says to him, “I thought I mentioned that.”

“Let's just shoot these fools right now, ese.” the guy who Daryl shot in the ass says, “All right? Unload on their asses, ese.”

“I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.” Guillermo tells Rick.

“No, I'm pretty clear.” Rick tells him before he cuts Miguel free, “You have your man. I want mine.”

“I'm gonna chop up your boy. I'm gonna feed him to my dogs. They're the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale.” Guillermo tells Rick, “I told you how it has to be. Are you woefully deaf?”

“No, my hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded.” Rick then points his gun at Guillermo, “Okay then, we're here.”

Everyone prepares to start fighting. You raise your gun pointing it at one of the Vatos. Then an old woman comes out from behind the group of men.

“Felipe! Felipe!” she shouts.

“Abuela, go back with the others… now.” Felipe tells the old women.

“Get that old lady out of the line of fire!” Daryl shouts to the Vatos.

“Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now.” Guillermo tells the old lady.

“Mr. Gilbert is having trouble breathing. He needs his asthma stuff. Carlitos didn't find it. He needs his medicine.” the old woman tells them.

“Felipe, go take care of it, okay?” Guillermo tells Felipe, “And take your grandmother with you.”

“¡Abuela! Ven conmigo por favor.” Felipe says to his grandmother.

“Who are those people?” she asks.

“Por favor, ven conmigo.” Felipe begs his grandma.

“Don't you take him.” the old woman begs to Rick.

“Ma'am?” Rick asks, confused.

“Felipe's a good boy. He has his trouble but he pulls himself together. We need him here.” the old woman tells Rick.

“Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson.” Rick explains to her.

“Then what do you want him for?” she asks.

“He's… Helping us find a missing person. Fella named Glenn.” Rick tells her.

“The Asian boy? He's with Mr. Gilbert. Come. Come, I'll show you.” she says, grabbing Rick's hand leading him deeper into the compound, “He needs his medicine.”

“Let 'em pass.” Guillermo tells the other Vatos.

You follow the old woman into a large gymnasium where there are other elderly people. As you approach the other old people you see a man having an asthma attack.

“All right. All right. Nice and easy. Just breathe. Just breathe. Just let it out. Just breathe. Just relax.” Felipe tells the old man.

“What the hell is this?” Rick asks.

“An asthma attack. Couldn't get his breath all of a sudden.” Glenn says.

“I thought you were being eaten by dogs, man.” T-Dog tells Glenn.

“But don’t get us wrong we are happy you are safe.” you tell him.

“Y/N?” someone says from behind you. When you turn around you are surprised.

“Carla?” you ask, looking at her in shock.

“Yes! Oh my god! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe that you are alive.” she tells you.

“Is Meghan here?” you ask her.

“Yes! I brought her here to come and get my mom, but we stayed when we realized that it was safe.” she tells you.

“Hey, Y/N. Who is this?” Daryl asks you.

“This is Carla. She was one of the moms of the kids at the daycare I worked at.” You tell him.

“Wait are you the guys that took Miguel?” she asks you.

“Uhhhh… yeah. We are.” you say cautiously.

“Guillermo said that you guys threatened to cut off Miguel's feet and feed them to him?” she says wondering why you would say that.

“Well I was just trying to intimidate Miguel. I promise that I wasn’t actually going to.” you tell her hoping she understands.

“Carla, you know this lady?” Guillermo asks her, coming up to where you were standing.

“Yeah, she used to teach Meghan at her daycare.” she tells him, “She was one of her favorite teachers.”

“Why, don’t you stay here? We have a few other kids that still need to be in school.” Guillermo offers you.

“Oh, no. I have family at my camp and I like the group I'm with.” you tell him, “Plus if I’m being completely honest I hated working at the daycare. It was only so I could get through school.”

“Well you know where we are if you change your mind.” he tells you.

“I doubt I will,” you say, “but thanks for the offer.”

You follow the rest of the group into a back room with Guillermo and Rick. They start talking about the guns and such.

“How was I to know? My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage… appearances.” Guillermo says.

“Guess the world changed.” T-Dog says to him.

“No. It's the same as it ever was.” Guillermo explains, “The weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The Vatos work on those cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city. But most can't even get to the bathroom by themselves, still, it keeps the crew busy, and that's worth something. So we barred all the windows, welded all the doors shut except for one entrance. The Vatos, they go out, scavenge what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter night and day and we wait. The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why.”

“Because they can.” Rick tells Guillermo.

After that we leave. As we are walking back to the van you and Daryl start talking.

“I didn' know you were a teacher.” he says to you.

“Not a lot of people do.” you tell him, “It was just to get me through school. I really hated the teaching part of the job.”

As you all approach the train tracks where the van was something is wrong. The van was gone.

“Oh my God.” Glenn says.

“Where the hell's our van?” Daryl asks.

“We left it right there.” Glenn insisted, “Who would take it?”

“Merle.” Rick answers.

“He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp.” Daryl tells you.

All of you start running back to camp hopefully to beat Merle there and warn the rest of the group. You continue to run for what feels like hours until you are back in the quarie. That's when you hear it. A gunshot.

“Oh my god.” Rick says running faster to get to the camp.

“Go. Go.” Glenn tells you to rush you faster.

When you arrive back at the camp you hear a lot of screaming and you see a lot of the dead. That's when you realize that a whole group of zombies has attacked the camp when you were gone. You start killing the geeks with the others in your group.

“Baby! Carl! Baby!” Rick shouts for his family

“Dad!” Carl shouts back at his father.

“Carl!” Rick shouts and runs to his son.

“Jesse! Gracie! Adi!” you shout for your family.

“Y/N!” you hear Jesse shout.

You turn around and see him holding Gracie and you don’t see Adi.

“Where is Adi?” you ask him, “Where is she!”

“Y/N?” you hear from behind you.

“Adi?” you ask, “Are you hurt? Did you get bit? You get scratched?”

“No I’m fine.” she tells you.

“You need to stay with Jesse and Gracie,” you tell her, “You can’t get hurt. Okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” she tells you and you draw her in for a hug.

“Y/N what happened?” Jesse asks you, “Where is Merle?”

“It was not what we expected.” you tell him.

After that the rest of the group starts bringing all of the dead to the front of the camp where you can properly dispose of the bodies. In total you count 15 deaths including Ed and Amy.

The rest of the night was spent burning the bodies of the geeks and making sure the group that was dead stayed that way.

Daryl was standing with you destroying the brains of the dead. Glenn had convinced the group to bury our dead instead of burning them. Daryl was about to raise the pickaxe he had to smash Ed’s brain when Carol came over.

“I’ll do it.” she tells you, “He’s my husband.”

She takes the pickaxe from Daryl and swings at Ed’s head. His head splatters all around where he was. She swings again at his head.

Later you help Daryl get all the bodies into the truck to the gravesite that Jim had dug up the day prior. When you both arrive at the gravesite you could tell Rick and Shane were arguing with each other.

“I still think it's a mistake not burning these bodies. It's what we said we'd do, right? Burn 'em all, wasn't that the idea?” Daryl asks Rick.

“At first.” Shane tells Daryl.

“The Chinaman gets all emotional, says it's not the thing to do, we just follow him along?” Daryl asks, “These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are.”

“There are no rules.” Rick tells Daryl.

“Well, that's a problem. We haven't had one minute to hold onto anything of our old selves.” Lori says, “We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do.”

After the group holds a funeral for Amy, Shane suggests that some of you sweep the forest for the dead. You volunteer to go with Shane, Rick, and Dale. You and Dale are in a group while Rick and Shane go off on their own.

After a while of not finding anything Dale suggests that you head back to find Shane and Rick. When you head back to where they were you see Shane but no Rick. Shane is pointing his gun at something and when you get closer you realize that it was Rick.

“Jesus.” Dale says after Shane notices the both of you. Shane chuckles.

“I know. Gonna have to start wearing reflective vests out here.” Shane says, covering up what you and Dale both know he was doing, “Seriously. Come on, man. Come on, man, let's go. Nothing out here.”

You and Dale make eye contact. Like a mutual agreement that what you had just walked up on was not Shane confusing Rick for the dead.

When you all get back to camp Shane starts a meeting deciding on what to do next.

“I've been, uh… I've been thinking about Rick's plan. Now look, there are no… There are no guarantees either way. I'll be the first one to admit that.” he tells the group, “I've known this man a long time. I trust his instincts. I say the most important thing here is we need to stay together. So those of you that agree, we leave first thing in the morning.”

“Okay?” Rick asks.

You all go to your individual campsites for the night. Jesse ignores you, Gracie goes to sleep easy, and Adi chooses to sleep on her own with a blanket next to your cot.

The next morning you leave the campsite but not before Rick leaves a note for the ever mysterious Morgan and Morales and his family decide to leave the group.

“You sure?” Rick asks him.

“We talked about it. We’re sure.” Morales tells the group.

We split off from the family after giving them a gun and some ammunition. You and your family are split up into different vehicles. You and Adi are in the RV when the radiator hose bursts again.

“I told you we'd never get far on that hose. I said I needed the one from the cube van.” Dale tells Shane and Rick.

“Can you jury-rig it?” Rick asks him.

“That's all it's been so far. It's more duct tape than hose. And I'm out of duct tape.” Dale tells him.

“I see something up ahead. A gas station if we're lucky.” Shane tells Rick.

Shane, Jesse, and T-Dog go ahead to check out the gas station. While Rick deals with Jim. Jim decides that he doesn’t want to continue on the road anymore and chooses to stay where the RV brokedown.

When Shane, Jesse, and T-Dog get back to the RV Shane and Rick move Jim to the side of the woods. Everyone says their goodbyes and we leave to go to the CDC.

When we arrive at the CDC we see dozens of dead bodies. Some of them military and others civilians. We all move towards the building to attempt to get inside. When we get to the door it is locked. Shane pounds on the door to try and get anyone to see you.

“Walkers!” Daryl shouts alerting the group to the fact that there were in fact walkers heading over to where the group was. Daryl and you take down a few walkers that were getting too close to the group. Walkers kept coming while the rest of the group argued about what to do next. Rick wants to stay and try and get in while Shane and Lori both want to leave and head toward Fort Benning.

“The camera… it moved.” Rick says.

“You imagined it.” Shane tells Rick.

“It moved. It moved.” Rick says repeating himself.

Rick and Shane continue to argue eventually Shane had to get Lori to help drag Rick away from the door. Rick escapes out of their grasps and continues to bang on the door.

“Please help us. You're killing us! You're killing us! You're killing us!” he shouts at the person who may or may not be there.

Just when the rest of the group is about to go back to the cars, the unthinkable happens. The doors open.

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#Daryl Dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon #The Walking Dead #fanfiction #reader #y/n

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It’s that time again, who were the best waifus of 2022?

I kept operating under the idea that this might end up being a slightly larger list but the truth is I don't think I got into as much as most people, at least not yet, so this might be a bit more manageable and contained than I thought.

Or I'm lying. We'll see.

Mirko:

My Hero ladies tend to just be an automatic given because everybody involved be knowing what they're doing so I will just narrow it down to as far as I'm concerned THE girl of the bunch for 2022.

Himeno:

I know the streets seem to be down bad for Makima, and I totally get it, but ultimately Himeno was the one that stood out for me. Now would I let what happened in that restaurant happen to me? I don't gotta answer that.

Jolyne:

I enjoyed the absolute hell out of Stone Ocean and I really liked what they did with her story, her character and I appreciate that she got that prison workout in during the summer because when she pulls back up in the 3rd batch with them super shoulders the streets were in awe.

Meadow:

I'mma be real, she caught me slipping. Wasn't expecting to but then had my ass out here seeing stars in Entergalactic.

Lucy/Rebecca/Dorio

Edgerunners got me with the hat trick. I can't even sit here and act like it didn't. Many evils were committed by this show and I respect it.

Dolores:

There are words and none of them I feel comfortable saying out loud other than I just really think she’s neat.

Ima:

Absolute utter and irredeemable bitch BUT.....I don't need to explain myself. However..

Mira:

She secured her MVP spot in more ways than one. Ride or die to the ultimate degree. If you don't put a ring on it then you're the fool. Your only excuse is to actually be dying.

Marian:

She was a W when she was in that shop then and she is an absolute beast in these streets now.

Callisto:

I would have also jumped into a strange world blindly. "Oh, you counting on me? Guess I'll die then".

Junker Queen:

I can't tell you how many times I rage quit the bullshit that is Overwatch just to have something that would eventually pull me back in and she pulled me back in. However, I did recently rage quit the game again just to keep the tradition going. I'll never quit Junker Queen though.

Coco Diablo:

From moment one she just absolutely solidified herself and if I was Velma I would have switched teams mid-game too.

She-Hulk should be on this list but they let her down. They let everything down from top to bottom and I'm never going to be able to forgive them for that. But I'll carry on and try to keep being that friendly neighborhood MrAwkweird because I know that's what she would have wanted.

#My Hero Academia #Chainsaw Man #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Entergalactic #Cyberpunk: Edgerunners #The King Of Fighters XV #Primal #River City Girls 2 #Strange World #Overwatch #Trick Or Treat Scooby-Doo

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Roswell, New Mexico: Missing My Baby (4x08)

I am so predictably easy lol. Literally you give me angsty Michael freaking out about Alex, and I'll forgive you anything.

Cons:

I really enjoyed this episode, but I'll of course try and step back and be objective about it! I think my main overarching complaint is that certain things in this episode would have been fine normally, but I feel a little weird about the pacing. I know that's a common refrain from me, but there are only five episodes left of this whole show, and it's a little concerning how we're still sort of lining up key pieces. Mostly, I'm talking about the Tezca stuff. It feels so late in the game to only now be clarifying the basic motivations and positions of our new characters. Clyde was my least favorite part of this episode, because the sinister reveal that he's the bad guy doesn't really hold weight when we saw him toss Dallas and Bonnie into quicksand last week. And what about the fact that Tezca is the one who quicksanded Alex? I just feel like the season spent quite a long time meandering before leading to this nexus point, and that does make me worried about what we'll be able to fit into the final episodes.

The big character thing that I need to mention this week... it's our girl Liz. I love Liz, I like having a female protagonist who is allowed to be messy and make these big mistakes and all that jazz, but this week she really, really rubbed me the wrong way. She's going around acting like she's the one who has the right to make big decisions on other people's behalves. She's the one who decides to keep Alex's disappearance a secret from Michael, and her reasons of "Michael might react poorly" and "I wanted to spare him from pain" are just... not good enough excuses! She also feels like she has a right to what Max chooses to do with his body and his powers, which is not a good look. And finally, after all the lessons she's supposed to have learned about the ethics of her alien scientific exploration, she goes ahead and takes Shivani to the pods, without running it by Max, Michael, and Isobel, and then Shivani finds out Max is an alien because of it! That's a huge secret to let slip, Liz. This is a big deal and it's super annoying that she's behaving in such an irresponsible and self-righteous way.

And then on the Echo front... you know how we're all pretty sure there's a wedding at the end of this season, because of the behind the scenes pictures? And how this season has the whole Echo proposal thing, and it keeps getting talked about? I am in the position right now of actively hoping these two are not going to get married at the end of this season. Unless the finale has like... a significant time jump and they've really worked on their bullshit together. Because right now? They are not in a marriage place, they're in a "we barely seem to know each other or how to interact with each other" place, and it's super bizarre to see them behaving like this so close to the finale.

It bothers me that we had to spend time in this episode with Liz getting sage relationship advice from Shivani and Michael, with Max angsting about Liz to Michael as well, when I'm sitting here thinking that the two of them are such awful communicators, it's frankly stretching credulity that they're even managing to stay together at all. This isn't how I want to feel! Unlike with Michael's character, who I feel has really grown and matured over the years, Liz and Max seem to be falling back into the same patterns we've seen a thousand times, with no sense of them understanding that their behavior is toxic. I want to root for these two, I've always thought Echo was a really good ship with a lot of angst and complexity, but I am just really struggling to connect to them right now.

As a last note and in the interests of thoroughness, while I am overall very pleased with how the Alex stuff was handled, I do think there were some awkward momentum killing moments that seemed odd to me. People were acting all urgent about Alex one minute, and then Rosa is talking about stopping to have pancakes with her dad first, and Michael is giving Liz relationship advice, and Liz has time to work on the cure for Michael and Max instead of focusing on her missing friend... it seemed like once they knew he was in trouble and actively reaching out for help, there should have been less time to sit around and have idle brooding conversations about other topics.

Pros:

So, let's start with the other plots before I dive into the Michael and Malex stuff, because you know that's the main thing I want to squeal about.

As I said, I wish the Tezca revelation had happened a bit sooner in the season, for pacing reasons, but I honestly really liked the material with Isobel and Tezca! The reveal that she was in fact an unwitting tool, a victim, of Jones, instead of an ally, was one that worked really well for me and that I never would have seen coming! I loved the tension between the two of them, and Isobel's determination to find answers. She really carried the main plot forward in a way that I found satisfying. Isobel's romance entanglements in the first half of the season left me feeling a little cold, so I'm just having fun seeing her back in the thick of things, fighting for answers.

And honestly, despite everything I said above about Liz, I thought the final scene of this episode with Shivani dropping the canister, was one of the best Liz scenes of the whole show. Great performance from Jeanine Mason, as we watch Liz grapple with the horror of Shivani's loss, and the lengths she's willing to go to save her dead daughter, coupled with the fact that she, Liz, is a hypocrite and she knows it: she got Rosa back, and she saved Max, and Shivani is right to point out the inherent unfairness of that. Why is Liz the only one who gets to bend the rules to be happy? Why can't she use use the incredible scientific miracles at her disposal, to save other innocent lives? You can see the pain on Liz's face as she tries to get through to an increasingly rattled Shivani, all leading to that moment when the canister drops and doses them both with the alien mist. I was honestly on the edge of my seat for that whole scene!

And now, for the whole point of this episode... the Michael and Alex stuff.

I want to start by saying that sometimes, honestly, being in this fandom can be kind of a bummer for me. When I was looking in the tags and seeing people's reactions, I saw a lot of anger and disappointment over this episode. I can only assume people's expectations were too high, that they'd talked themselves into hoping Tyler would be in the episode, or that they just wanted an even more extreme reaction from Michael, more anger, more urgency. I... get that, I get being disappointed that we've seen so little of Alex this season. But the part that makes me feel kind of bad whenever I check the tags is that everyone seems to take this lack of Alex as a deliberate choice on the part of the writers to undermine him, as opposed to them writing around a medically necessary absence of the actor.

Malex is my favorite part of the show! Truly, I get wishing things were different. But to pretend that anything not spent on Alex is a waste, that the show is pointless without him and that dragging out his absence is making the show terrible, is just not a justifiable position as far as I'm concerned. This has never been a show about Michael and Alex. If it's a show about any two people, it's a show about Max and Liz! I wish people could temper their reactions and appreciate that given the actor availability issue, they did what they could to build up the suspense about Alex's absence, and then to unleash a hell of a reaction from Michael on us when the time was right. Personally speaking, I was quite thrilled with what we were given.

To start with, I like that we get Maria, and Liz, and Rosa, all giving a shit about Alex. I wish this was something the show would do more often, I definitely think that Alex's friendships and connections with characters outside of Malex have been pushed aside a lot, especially in seasons three and four. But when they do give it focus and attention, I'm not going to complain, I'm just happy to see it! Rosa showing up to help Maria channel her potential new abilities was really satisfying to watch. Just everything about Rosa, the way she's come into her own, settled in her skin, makes me so happy. This is exactly what I would have wanted for her, and it's a lovely way for her to pay it forward, after Isobel helped her with her powers back in season three.

Then there's Michael's emotional journey through hearing the news. At first he's skeptical, and he actually stays pretty calm until it dawns on him that everyone, including Liz, Max, and Kyle, were all in on the fact that Alex might be in trouble, and that he was kept in the dark. At this point he rightfully freaks out, but what I love about the way that this was written and performed is that clearly, so much of his anger is actually aimed at himself. His guilt is clear the whole way through: Rosa points out that maybe Maria was the only one listening to Alex, and Michael pushes back, saying that he was thinking of Alex every second he was risking his life with the dark triad. And maybe that's true, in a sense, but I think it's pretty clear that Michael knows his focus wasn't on Alex. Then again with Max: he punches him, he says some awful things to him, and I don't really blame him for being pissed at Max, but he also says "I could have been looking for him," which feels like a condemnation of his own distraction as much as it does a condemnation of Max keeping the secret. Michael is realizing that Alex has been in trouble for days now, and that he hasn't even noticed. His friends were wrong for keeping it from him, and his anger is therefore justified. But the guilt is real too, even if he's perhaps being a little hard on himself.

And I love this. I love that even though it's not Michael's fault, that he had a lot of other things on his mind, and perfectly good reasons to think Alex was fine, that of course he'd go to this place of guilt. It's tied up so much in everything he's been learning about Oasis, this life-long yearning for his original home coming back to him in such a big way. Alex is away for one week, and he's busy fantasizing about leaving the planet? Of course he's a mess when he realizes Alex has been in trouble and trying to ask for help! He tells Liz that he lost sight of the home he was trying to build here with Alex, and I think we'll see his focus stay on that from this point forward. God, honestly, for all the issues this season has had up to this point, Michael's stuff has been my favorite all the way through. Such a delicious way to deepen his character.

Speaking of his character development, we then see that Michael's initial burst of rage cools off, and he makes amends to those he's wronged. I saw some people annoyed that Michael offered apologies to Max and Maria, when in fact they were in the wrong, but honestly I love that this happens. First of all, Maria and Max also express remorse, as does Liz. It's not like the show isn't acknowledging that they were in the wrong to keep the truth from Michael. But let's put this in perspective: Rosa and Liz found out last night. Max finds out maybe like... two hours ahead of Michael, at the most? It would be a different story if they'd been lying to him for days, but as much as I think Liz was wrong for doing what she did, I also think it makes a bit of sense to want some more definitive information. It's a misguided decision, but it's not totally monstrous.

Same with Michael's response: totally reasonable to lash out in that moment of fear! But it's a great sign of his character growth that he's then able to pause and reflect, and work together with his support system to find Alex, instead of tearing off on a rampage with single-minded focus on Alex and nothing else. Sure, it was fun to watch him lose his shit in season two, tying people up, building bombs, all to get Alex back, but Michael has grown as a character since then. He's learned to lean on other people. That's a good thing.

So many great lines from Michael this week that I want to call out. I really liked the way he talked to both Liz and Maria about Alex. He has that line to Liz about how you can't hold onto sand because it will just slip through your fingers. That's basically his way of saying that a relationship won't work if both people don't want it to. Such an important lesson that Malex had to learn together, as they took it in turns to be ready for one another, but had to wait until they were on the same page for things to finally click! And then one of my favorite lines of the episode, said to Maria: "I know you love Alex too. And that means we are always on the same side." Like!! Amazing. Perfect. No notes. I know most of the fandom vehemently disagrees with this viewpoint, but I wish more of the show was about Michael, Alex, and Maria, and the entanglement of their relationships and feelings over time. Obviously Malex is my OTP, but I love Maria's friendships with each of the guys and I loved this moment where the two of them were united in focusing on their love for Alex.

Alex playing "Would You Come Home" on the piano? Michael joining him on the guitar? The pendant glowing on Michael's chest? The lights leading them to a map? All of this shit was the CHEESIEST thing in the world, and I mean that absolutely as a compliment. Give me all the over the top sappy romance stuff, give me Michael looking like his heart is cracking open as he hears the song start, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he plays along... I was absolutely eating all that shit up, and I think it followed so beautifully from his initial anger reaction.

Another favorite moment of mine is Vlamis's performance on "I HAVE TO HELP HIM", as he's about to jump into quicksand after his boyfriend, with absolutely no plan. "I wasn't listening to him, I wasn't paying attention." Like, fuck me up, that's so powerful. His sheer desperation, and then the way he breaks down as Max pulls him into a hug... wow. I got a little choked up.

Speaking of Max! I loved all the brother stuff this week, I was hoping that the secret Max kept from Michael would be about Alex (since we knew about that from the episode description), and honestly the way this all played out was exactly what I would have wanted it to be! The initial anger, the punching, Michael absolutely ripping Max to shreds for putting his relationship issues above Michael knowing the truth about "the man he loves"... The line "I hope the wedding's worth losing a brother" is absolutely incredible, that went so hard.

Then we get Max showing up just in time to save Maria from the quicksand, and he also stops Michael from diving into the sand after Alex. I love that he was the one to talk him off the literal ledge. Max has always understood that Alex means everything to Michael. He compared Michael's feelings for Alex to his own feelings for Liz, back in season one, and he has been the one character on the show to consistently and repeatedly make such comparisons, actively paralleling their relationships with their respective significant others at key moments. So I loved that as a continuation point, and also just as a big ol' fan of all the sibling feels, watching Michael bury his face in Max's shoulder and cry was... very good. And it just gets better, with Michael apologizing for hitting Max, Max apologizing for hiding the truth from Michael, Michael talking obliquely about his own guilty feelings, and then affirming that all that matters to him is getting Alex back. Max calling Alex the love of Michael's life was also... very nice.

Wow, I really talked on about this one, huh? Could have guessed that would happen. If I had to say it succinctly, it would be this: sure, there are things I wish could have been different in this episode, even including the Michael stuff. Yes, absolutely I wish that we had more time with Alex in our final season. I'm guessing we see him again in episode ten, but who knows how active a role he'll play in the endgame? It's a bummer, and I do get that. But this was a PRIME episode for all my Malex feels, and I bet when the show is actually over and people can re-watch over the season without the suspense and uncertainty coloring their opinions, they'll have to agree that watching Michael break down and scream and punch his brother and play the guitar with the ghost of his missing lover, is all pretty dang satisfying to see.

8/10

#review #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico review #malex #rnm

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truthandconsequence · 2 years

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Capter 3

"So you mean to tell me all ya'll do is get high and what else exactly?"

"Funny Amaya but don't disrespect the process."

"The process, seems like bullshit to me..."

Lamar starts to laugh but covers his mouth instead looking away...

"Look I'm sorry, that came off way more disrespectful than I meant it to."

"Please Amaya you aren't hurting my feelings." He scoffs turning his attention back to the screen.

"So I was wondering, when can I start on this interview?"

"Are you forgetting something?" He asks not turning around.

"What?"

"My offer from earlier."

"I have a job Abel."

"Yeah and you're about to have another."

"Why are you so hung up on me working for you?"

"You seem like you're good at what you do." Someone snorts in the corner but Abel ignores them continuing. "If I help you, you have to help me too."

"Fine Abel you have a deal." I sigh rolling my eyes.

"Ya'll fucking or something?" His friend Hawk asks making me blush burying my head in my hands.

"No jackass Mya's gonna be doing P.R."

"Amaya," I say correcting him. He was doing this shit on purpose...

"So your first assignment will be working with Cash on my website, after that I'll need advertising done for my tour. He'll be able to go over everything that's been done so far."

"Ok great, and the interview will be when exactly?"

"Let's see how you work with Cash first..."

"Is he an asshole like you?" I ask annoyed.

"Can ya'll give us a minute?" He asks the others, who then get up leaving the two of us alone in the room.

"You know you got a smart ass mouth." He says getting up and getting directly in my face.

"Yeah well I stand by it. You're acting like an ass this shit is a two way street! I may need you but you need me too." I say standing my ground. It takes me a minute to realize how close he is. I'm damn near pinned up against the wall already...

"Let's be clear here I don't need you for shit, I'm trying to give your difficult ass a chance you should be thanking me!"

"You know what, fuck you and this interview, I'm out." I say pushing past him and grabbing my stuff. I manage to get to the door when Lamar calls after me, making me turn around. "What?" I ask with a little more attitude then I meant to, Lamar was innocent in all this...

"Look I'm not condoning his behavior but Abel's been through a lot these past couple of month's and I think it's starting to get to him. He's not so bad I promise."

"I don't know..."

"Look we could really use someone who knows the business, who can help with his image."

"Why is this so important? It seems like this whole being a mystery thing is working for him."

He hesitates for a moment about to say something when Abel walks out looking around until he spots us.

"Lamar you coming?" He asks not even looking in my direction.

"Uhh yeah." He says giving me a pleading look before walking away.

"Abel wait." I sigh walking up to them. "Look I'll do it ok I apologize."

"Thank you. I apologize also. I'm not trying to be an asshole I guess this shit is stressing me out..."

"It's ok, so what time should I be here in the morning?"

"Don't you have work?"

"No, not anymore. I'll do this full time but the pay better be worth it."

He laughs shaking his head. "Don't worry it will be."

▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ "So you're quitting?!" Sasha says angrily slamming her hand on the desk.

"I'm not quitting really I just need it to seem that way. If he knows I'm working on this expose' he may not trust me enough to give the full story."

"Which is what exactly? There are bigger celebs then him out there!"

"Yeah but it's something his friend said to me yesterday, I think he's hiding something. That's why he's so hung up on being a mystery."

"I don't know Amaya you don't want to get yourself into something you can't get out of."

"Look I'll be fine, and besides this could blow all the other news sources out of the water! We'll be on top!"

"Fine Amaya how much time will you need?"

"Well I told him I was quitting. So maybe another month or so?"

"Ok and what if he decides to sue us?"

"He won't I'll make sure of it..."

To Be Continued...

#the weeknd #abel makkonen tesfaye #abel tesfaye #xotwod #fanfic #wattpad #mentsl health #beauty behind the madness #ryan destiny #wattapad #blacklove #mature audiences only

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the-era-of-shadow · 2 years

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Innate Affiliation

Written by Ash Rose

Cover by Ash Rose

Chapter 1: A Guaranteed Vacation by Unconventional Means

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: Swearing

[Next]

As a new day got its start, Amy silently beckoned for some peace as she dreamt. She had had enough of fighting bad guys, she had had enough of her malicious relatives' antics, she simply wished to be able to enjoy a day of nothing happening.

But before she could even properly awaken, Amy was jolted up from her bed by a sudden crashing sound.

With Tsunami at the ready, Amy's hammer was summoned as she dashed to the main room of the Sky Patrol, seeing that a huge hole had been made through one of its walls. Once she got there, it was then she realized who it was that was causing the Freedom Fighters trouble at this early hour.

"About time, Amy!" Sonic sneered angrily, which Amy simply rolled her eyes in response to.

"Awww! The damsel in distress has become the damsel in defense now, has she??" The Freedom Fighters' current threat said snidely. Sonic couldn't help but react to such a remark with a chuckle, which really pissed Amy off.

"What, scared that I'm not so helpless anymore, Eggman??" She asked with a growl.

"Hmph! Why would I be? I'll still tear you into chunks of meat regardless!" The so-called "Eggman" answered, just as angered. "And might I add, as I always seem to have to do, that my name is NOT "Eggman"!! I am Doctor Ivo RRRROBOTNIK, and you WILL respect that name!"

"Since when have you deserved respect?" Sonic inquired sarcastically.

"And here I would've thought that you two would perhaps understand why names are so important!" Ivo grumbled.

Sonic and Amy stared at one another, taking in what Doctor Robotnik had said to them.

"He has a point, you know…" Amy noted.

"Oh, now you're siding with Eggman, huh??" Sonic lashed out immediately.

"What?? No?? I'm just saying that-" Amy tried to argue back but was interrupted in her attempt.

"Bet you want him to robotize you and everything, huh??" Sonic continued.

"What are you even??? Where did that come from??"

"Well, since you clearly aren't a good heroine and you wanna stand out from Shadow so much-!"

"Excuse you??? I've done way more than you have as of late! Sure, I didn't get Whisper's wisps back, but at least I fucking TRIED!"

"Well, maybe I would've been able to try if you didn't fucking defenestrate me and break my fuckin' legs!"

"Oooh "defenestrate"? Did ya have Tails read a thesaurus to you recently?"

"Hah! I bet you don't even know what that word means, do ya?!"

"Well, I certainly know that I'm not siding with Doctor Robotnik!"

"... Should we just sue them for the damages…?" A voice unknown to Sonic and Amy asked Ivo Robotnik as the two hedgehogs continued to argue.

"I don't know if we can… Amy's still only sixteen afterall…" Ivo responded.

"Should I say something to them?" The unknown man suggested.

"Not now, Stone. I'll handle this."

"How about you try actually beating up a bad guy, huh? Then we'll talk!" Sonic challenged Amy.

"Oh, wasn't me taking Zero down not enough to prove my power to you?" Amy protested.

"That was like eight years ago!" Sonic argued back.

"Exactly! I've only gotten stronger since then!"

"Then prove it! Oh, let me guess, they don't deserve your violent ways, but I do, huh?!"

"When did I ever say that Doctor Robotnik doesn't deserve to get his ass handed to him??"

"You know who else made excuses for the bad guys?? Shadow!"

"I am nothing like Shadow!!" Amy yelled, now feeling personally attacked.

"Oh yeah? Your genetics would argue differently!" Sonic shouted, matching Amy's shift in volume.

"You're arguing that I'm like Shadow when you're reusing the same bullshit Eclipse spouted at me??????" Amy questioned in disgust and shock.

"Alright, what are you two fucking talking about???" Ivo suddenly blurted, annoyed and confused by Sonic and Amy's argument.

"None of your business!!" Sonic and Amy both hissed back at the Doctor.

"Then let's move on to something that IS my business, shall we?" Ivo snapped back. "You two loathsome hedgehogs and the rest of you "Freedom Fighters" DESTROYED our café!!"

"Maybe we did. What are you gonna do about it?" Sonic responded nonchalantly, causing Amy to glare at him.

"You're gonna pay; that's what! Pay with your LIVES!!" Ivo declared, his small aircraft turning into a robotic monstrosity, sprouting elongating, twisting metal arms with sharp claws ready to tear Sonic and Amy to shreds and releasing dozens of badniks for dramatic effect.

"Hold on now!" Amy cried out. "Don't listen to him! We didn't destroy your café! We haven't done anything to any piece of your property since the Resistance disbanded back into the Freedom Fighters and our separate allies!"

"Well, if it wasn't you… then who did?" Stone queried.

"Hmm… Maybe Shadow did? They have a much more recent track record of ruining your plans. Remember what happened to Infinite?" Amy suggested, periodically looking over to Sonic with a smug grin.

Ivo and Stone looked at each other, both of them processing and considering the thought Amy had brought to them.

"Infinite was the youngest high-ranking member we had… it was a shame that his future was taken from him so soon…" Stone recounted.

"I know all that already! What are you trying to say??" Ivo questioned.

"I'm saying that we should avenge him! Even if Amy's lying, and Shadow isn't responsible for the destruction of the Mean Bean Café, we know they're responsible for the loss of Infinite! There's no reason we shouldn't hold them accountable! It's common sense, sir!" Ivo took a moment to consider it, but in his heart, he knew Stone was right. Oh, what would he do without him?

"Alright. BUT!" Ivo sharply turned to Sonic and Amy. "If you're lying… you're as good as SCRRRRRRRRAP METAL!" He warned before de-transforming his aircraft and taking off.

"You know Stone, you don't have to call me "sir." Ivo informed his ever loyal companion.

"Right right, of course."

Sonic chuckled, hearing the two despite the distance.

"Alright, who had Eggman gets a boyfriend" on their bingo cards??" He asked loudly, wheeling away from the scene of the encounter.

Amy stood before the huge hole in the Sky Patrol's side, not sure how to react.

"Oh dear… that's quite a big hole, isn't it? " Tsunami queried, concerned.

"I'm sure Tails and Rotor can patch it up… We'll probably have to land somewhere to do so, though." Amy responded.

"I completely agree… I think we're coming up close to the Mystic Ruins, though; we can land somewhere in the jungle." Sally added, walking up to the scene from behind Amy. Amy turned to face Sally, startled slightly by the mobian princess' sudden presence, and Tsunami did the same, catching Sally's attention.

"Oh, uh, this is Tsunami! She's a ghost! Specifically a ghost of my mom." Amy hastily explained, to which Sally chuckled.

"The one you had in your dream?" She questioned.

"Yeah… that dream was her way of reaching out to me, actually!" Amy explained, Tsunami nodding in agreement.

"Well, this certainly wouldn't be your first time dealing with spirits!"

"Oh, not at all! Though it's a bit funny that after having encounters with Tikal two times that it isn't her the third time around! I wonder how she's doing…"

"Ah, pardon my interruption, but I do think I met this Tikal you speak of when I asked Chaos for assistance… she's quite pleasant! … Reminds me a bit of my mother… " Tsunami said, entering the conversation.

"I see! I'm glad to hear she's doing well." Amy replied, smiling.

As Tails saw the three ladies enter the Sky Patrol's control panel room, their ears perked up with excitement, and they revved up their twin tails to fly over to them.

"I've got good news and even gooder news!"

"Better news, Tails! We talked about this!" Rotor piped up teasingly.

"English is a living language! It changes like every other living thing!" Tails argued back, maintaining the non-serious tone that Rotor started the argument with.

"Alright, fine. Tell them your good news, and "gooder" news, too!" Rotor responded, rolling his eyes. Amy and Sally couldn't help but giggle, but Tsunami did not join them.

"Well, the first good news is that we've found a great landing spot!"

"Good to hear! We've already got enough damage sustained to the Sky Patrol already." Sally exclaimed.

"And the other good news..? " Tsunami asked, curious and yet oddly cautious.

"The landing spot I found is only a few miles away from the Mystic Ruins Chao Garden!" Tails answered happily, to which Amy practically jumped for joy.

"That's wonderful! A visit to the garden is exactly the thing we all need after all the fighting we've been through!" She declared.

"Chao… " Tsunami echoed, the gears turning in her ghostly brain.

"Do you not know what chao are, Mom?" Amy questioned genuinely.

"I think I do, actually… I remember seeing the sweetest little creatures with adorable little halos and wings surrounding Lady Chaos when I consulted her… I remember that she referred to them as "Chao"... What lovely little things. " Tsunami recounted.

"Ah! I love hero chao! The way their little halos jiggle around when they move really is adorbs!" Amy replied, giggling slightly. "But the type of chao housed at the Chao Garden at Mystic Ruins are baby and neutral chao; they don't have halos."

"I see… "

"Maybe if we're lucky, we'll be able to swing by Ms. Vanilla's place, too! Hopefully she'll have some baked goods to share with us!" Tails added.

"Ms. Vanilla is the main caretaker of the garden. Though her daughter Cream and Mr. Big help out sometimes." Amy explained to Tsunami.

"Is this "Mr. Big" related to the other two in some sort of way? " Tsunami inquired.

"Not really, no. Big lives in a hut in the jungle parts of the Mystic Ruins, and one day, when Cream was just a toddler, she met him while he was visiting the chao garden. He's like, a family friend, I guess." Amy answered.

"Everyone, get prepared for landing!" Rotor announced over the loudspeakers strung throughout the Sky Patrol.

"Should we find somewhere secure to be while the ship lands? " Tsunami suggested.

"Good idea."

"I hope this little vacation of ours is the goodest vacation we've had in a long while! We all sure need it!" Tails said in a snarky tone over the loudspeakers as Amy and Tsunami dashed to Amy's room.

"Oh, now you're just trying to piss me off, aren't ya, you little rascal?!" Rotor pouted jokingly, going in to turn off the microphone, which was connected to the speakers. Amy started to laugh quite loudly from that exchange; she even snorted a few times! But then she looked over to Tsunami and saw she wasn't laughing along,

"Is something wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm fine… "

"Just not your type of humor, then?"

"No, it honestly kind of is… it's just that… Those two remind me quite a bit of my friends. "

"Oh, I see. Is… is that a bad thing?"

"Well… My friends of old… they kinda were the founders of… y-you know. "

Amy was left shocked. She knew what her mother meant but never quite expected such a revelation.

"You can have solice in knowing Talis and Rotor aren't the type to found a crazy-alien-murder-cult or whatever, I-I guess." Amy attempted to respond.

"Oh, but of co-. "

As the Sky Patrol made its landing, it created a loud thumping sound that spooked Amy so bad that she curled up into a ball as if she was about to perform a spin dash. This would prove to be a mistake, however, and the momentum of the landing propelled Amy around the room like a pinball machine, and yet, as she felt the ship stabilize itself, she excitedly got up to look outside her bedroom window. She stared out in wonder at the myriad of exoctic-looking trees that now surrounded the outside perimeter of the ship, and began to race to the exit in excitement, with Tsunami following after in a desperate attempt to keep up with her daughter.

"Landing successful! Welcome to the Mystic Ruins. Enjoy your vacation, you guys!" The happy voice of Nicole, the artificial intelligence that helps keep data for the Freedom Fighters, echoed throughout the ship.

#teos #the era of shadow #sonic au #sonic fanfiction #amy rose #amy tag #tsunami tag #sonic tag #ivo tag #stone tag #tails tag #sally tag #rotor tag #undescribed #writing tag

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casspurrjoybell-24 · 15 days

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My Mate - Chapter 5 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Looking up from where I was sewing my bag, I watch Jasper chuckle at something Kelly Webb was whispering to him.

I had the urge to stick fabric pins in her but that was a morbid thought and I'm a better person than that.

Thinking it wasn't as bad as actually doing it though.

Right?

The prick of the needle going through my finger mad me hiss and I lifted my foot from the pedal so the machine would cut off.

Sticking my bleeding finger in my mouth, I looked back up at Jasper.

He really is beautiful.

He had this prettiness about him.

His lips are full and a soft pink, his eyes a little wide and made him seem interested in everything that was said to him.

Sighing dreamily, I wondered how it would be to kiss him.

I bet his lips are soft.

I hate having to wait a whole week until my birthday.

Why did we have to wait until we're eighteen anyways?

Oh right, perverts.

There's been some cases of Werewolves luring unknowing pups by telling them they're their mate.

That's why these days it's one of the first things we learn.

No one is able to find their mate until they're eighteen.

It's just the way things are.

"Get to work, Mr. Frey."

Looking up, Mrs.Ellis was glaring at me and I quickly got to work on finishing my bag.

After class, I hurried to pack up and followed Jesper out into the hall, determined to follow through with the plan I'd thought up in my head.

It had taken a lot of thought.

Keeping me up last night thinking of all the ways it could go wrong.

"Jasper," I called, gaining his attention before he could disappear in the crowd of giants.

He turned around and I waved my hand so he'd know it was me calling him.

He politely waited and even smiled at me.

"Hey Torin."

I almost purred like a stupid cat.

"Hey," I paused to take a deep breathe after running that great distance to get to him.

"I was just wondering... well," biting my lip nervously, I sighed.

"Do you maybe want to hang out?"

Would it be weird to pat myself on the back?

I'll do it later.

Jasper looked down at me with a raised brow before looking up when someone called his name.

I turned around to glare at Bradley down the hall.

"Ugh, sure, text me," Jasper said, patting my shoulder, before walking down the hall to join his stupid friend.

I bounced on my toes quietly squealing.

Why didn't I do this sooner?

It was so easy.

Plus he touched me.

I'm going to faint.

Walking through the halls with a huge smile and a new pep in my step, I exited the school to make my way home.

I'm going out with Jasper Killian.

It has to be perfect.

What should I wear?

Maybe something a little suggestive but not too much so because I'm modest, I promise.

Before we know it, we'll be mated after having a huge ceremony, then we'll get a big family home and fill it up with six pups.

No more, no less.

"What has you looking so smug?"

I was so far gone in my thoughts, I didn't even see Robert as I walked around his shiny car to cross the street.

I turned around and moved closer to his car so I wouldn't get run over by some teenager.

They drive worse than the elderly.

The Alpha male was surrounded by high school girls all eager for his attention and I watched them with distaste.

Robert crossed his arms on top of the car, that stupid smirk on his lips.

They didn't look as soft as Jasper's.

"Oh nothing," I said, still smiling.

Nothing was going to wipe this smile off.

"Jasper just agreed to go on a date with me."

Not in so many words but same difference.

Robby didn't need to know that.

"Bullshit," he laughed, unbelieving.

I gasped and placed a hand over my chest dramatically.

"Don't curse at me, Robert."

"With every day that passes, you turn more into your mother," the big idiot said, laughing up a storm.

My smile slipped and in place was a glare I directed at him.

"You're... you're just jealous," I snapped, stomping my foot.

Robby raised a brow and opened his mouth but before he could get any words out, I rushed to change the subject.

"What are you doing here anyways, daydreaming about the good ol' days?" I sassed.

"Actually, I'm here to pick up my brother. Want a ride?"

"No," was my immediate answer.

I've decided that I can't stand him.

He's always around, not to mention the groping and scenting in my mom's kitchen.

She'd have a heart attack if she knew what that Evil Alpha Werewolf did to her pure pup.

"Not even if Jasper's going to be in the car?" he taunted.

I pouted, knowing he'd changed my mind.

He smiled, knowing this too.

Every since he discovered my crush on his brother, he's used it against me in some way.

Robert walked around the car and opened the door for me, moving the seat up so I could crawl in the back.

He didn't move back and I had to squeeze between him and the door to get in, the whole time with a clear look of annoyance on my face.

He only laughed while fixing the seat and sliding in behind the wheel.

My Mate better pamper me with love for all the times I've had to deal with his insufferable brother.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

I pulled my backpack off and sat it on my lap, digging through it until I found what I was looking for.

The doctor said to give them to someone who needed them.

Who needed them more than Robert?

"I believe you need these."

I slapped the bag of condoms against his chest and waited until he grabbed them.

Robert looked at the bags contents before turning in his seat to look at me.

"What are you suggesting, Tory? That I should use these...with you?"

He seemed to be dead serious.

My face burned as I sputtered out nonsense and shook my head in denial.

Robby watched me do this before bursting with laughter.

"Aren't you going to need these? After all, you have that big date with Jesper," he teased, tossing the bag back at me.

"No. I don't do those things," I cried, fumbling with the bag as some spilled out.

"Sure. There's no telling what you think up in that dirty mind of yours."

"My mind isn't dirty," I yelled right as the car door opened.

I was pretty sure my face was going to catch on fire as Jasper ducked down and glanced between us curiously.

Then his eyes lowered to the handful of condoms I'd picked up off the floor.

My mouth opened and shut.

"Torin wants to know what size you wear," Robert said to his brother with a straight face.

That was it, in that moment, I decided I was going to kill Robert Killian.

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Chapter Six: To the Mountain Village

It took us about two days to reach the base of Air Mountain, so we decided to camp out at the base of the mountain instead of trying to make the flight right before dusk.

“Hey, are you guys able to go and get sticks?” I asked while putting the tents up with Nightshade

“Ya me and Eclipse can,” Nightmare said while walking off with him

“Nightmare you don't need to do this” Eclipse said while picking up sticks “I’ll be fine in a little bit”

“Eclipse you haven't talked in two days, we are worried about you, please we are here for you,” Nightmare asked pleading with him to talk to us

“I have enough sticks so I'm gonna head back,” he said while walking back with his head down

“Hey, where's Nightmare?” Cyrice asked

“Oh he's getting some more sticks,” Eclipse said while dropping the sticks by the fire

“Oh okay”

“Well I'm going to go to bed,” he said while going into his tent

“We are going to have to get him through this” Nightshade said looking at the tent

“We can try,” I said while lighting the fire

As the four of us sat around the fire we couldn’t help but start talking about the past.

“Oh my god do you remember when Cyrice jumped off the waterfall, drunk” Nightshade laughed

“How could I forget he landed on Nightmare who was the one who dared him to jump” I said equally laughing

“Or that time Dad found us drinking and just walked away like we were invincible” Cyrice chuckled

“Or when Starlight gave Nightmare a makeover”

“Nooo stop reminding me of that,” he said while covering his face “god I miss your moms cooking,” he said while looking at the stew he had made

“Agreed she always managed to make it taste so good” as Cyrice started to serve out the stew

“I'll go try and take some to Eclipse,” Nightshade said while getting up

“Okay we'll be waiting for your guy's return”

Eclipse never ended up joining us, we ended up going to bed not long after. Once morning hit we decided to pack up right away and fly up the mountain side.

As we got to the top of the mountain we were greeted by tall angular buildings with some beautiful teh bright colors on the cottage roofs and on the door and windows and the tall building really made everything interesting to look at.

We started making our way down the street, the bright colors contrasting the light exteriors of the buildings. We were most intrigued by the tall building which seemed to stand alone.

“Excuse me, do you know where an inn is?” I asked a passing child

He just pointed at the eye-catching building, before running off. As we approached the odd building it seemed to stand out even more, we could see someone standing outside yelling.

“I refuse to take lessons from a woman, now where is the real teacher” the man screamed at a woman standing in the doorway

We continued to walk up to the house just watching the argument play out.

“Your loss,” she said leaning against the door frame

“Excuse me, we were wondering whether or not the inn is open, oh and I would love to have a female teacher,” I said walking ahead of everyone, stopping to stand next to the guy

“Your crazy man,” he said without looking at me

“I'm not a man, you would know this if you took your head out of your ass and faced me when talking,” I said ears up in annoyment “Plus you should apologize for your abhorrent behavior”

“Never,” he said while having bags that had stuff half haphazardly thrown into them

“She clearly let you into this place to stay, and you decided to repay her by yelling in her face, your are truly a sad man,” I said shaking my head in disappointment

“Well I'm not going to apologize to someone who shouldn't even be able to fight in the first place,” he said a little too proudly

“I'm sorry I just thought I heard some absolute bullshit, either way, I think my friends are getting tired of standing out in the cold so if you could move,” I said while gesturing at everyone else

When I turned to look at the doorway she was still standing there, her beautiful red to orange eyes with a yellow shimmer reminding me of fire and I was speechless. I guess she noticed since she walked through the door, with us following.

“Sorry about getting involved with your situation, but I would like to have a female teacher,” I said while walking through the doorway

“Silver we should focus on getting rooms first,” Nightmare said looking at Cyrice to proceed with that

As Cyrice stepped in front to discuss the room stuff me and Nightmare started bickering and Nightshade was looking around.

“This place is so homey and warm,” Nightshade said

Eclipse wasn’t saying much and stayed pretty close to Nightshade.

“What can I do for you” she said while looking at Cyrice

“Do you have available rooms?”

“I do, what are you looking for?”

“One double and a triple”

“Are you sure you don't want two doubles and a single?” she said smirking at us

Cyrice was so shocked that he didn't say anything, Nightshade just stared blankly while Eclipse’s face slowly started to turn red. Me and Nightmare just looked at each other while he looked embarrassed. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

“Ummm no just a double and a triple,” he said now looking a little lonely

“Okay,” she said with a smile on her face “Where are you guys coming from?” she asked while turning around with the keys

“We were at the fire village for a bit for the tournament and festival,” he said grabbing the key she handed him

“That must have been fun, I hear the food from the feast is mouth-watering”

“Ha I wish we were stuck in the medic tent for the entire feast,” Nightshade said moving forward to grab her and Eclipse’s keys

“Oh that is very unfortunate”

“I still can't believe none of them would bring us food from the feast” Cyrice grubbled while paying the lady

“Hey sis we should probably head out or we are going to be late,” a girl with dark grey hair said while grabbing a coat

“Your right I hadn't realised it was that late already,” she said looking out the window “Umm your room is on the second floor and your guy's room is on the third, we had already made food the kitchen is the last door on the right, I will be back in the morning to answer any more of your questions, I'm sorry again and have a good night,” she said grabbing her coat and walking out of the door

“I wonder where she's going so late, and in such a rush as well,” I said heading up the stairs

“Aren't you going to come have food?” Nightmare asked getting ready to head down the hall

“Ya I'll come back down I just want to drop my bag off,” I said disappearing up the stairs

As I walked down the hall and into the room I felt this odd sense of wanting to get out, when I reached the room and opened the door the room looked very nice, the beds were made up in deep blue sheets with a comforter and fluffy end blanket. When I put my bag down and was looking for something, the note that the barkeep had given to me fell out. As I sat down and opened it for the first time a wave of guilt overwhelmed me.

I know this note is probably not finding you well, however I am so happy no matter what happened to me. Eclipse has never really had a family or friends to rely on, and I have never seen him laugh or open as much as he has with all of you.

Please no matter what happens in the long run or how moody he is, please be the family he never was able to have. I trust that you will keep him safe after seeing the tournament and I wish you much luck and safety.

P.S don't do anything stupid anymore, especially drink

Thank you,

The Bartender

As I finished reading the letter, it went up in flames. Like of course he wouldn't let me take the note to Eclipse. I finished putting some stuff away before heading back downstairs to have a meal with everyone. Once we were done with dinner we headed back up to our rooms, i decided it was probably a good idea not to tell Eclipse about the letter. When me and Nightshade got it to the room she started putting some of our stuff away into the dressers while I put up protection ruins.

When we got up and headed down stairs we started to notice how much of a home this place looked like, from the picture on the walls to the furniture in the living and dining room. It's almost like it's here to get you to lose your senses and let your guard down, like a pretty picture of a family home.

“Oh, good morning,” a girl said from the couch

“Hi,” Nightshade said eagerly while walking over to her

“I’m Windstorm, it's nice to meet you” as she stuck her hand out to shake hands

“Nightshade,” she said while shaking hands

“Have the boys gotten up?” I asked now sitting on the couch

“No, or at least they haven't come down yet”

“Okay thanks,” I said while getting up and and heading back up the stairs

“Silver I'm gonna go check out the market” Nightshade yelled up the stair

As the door down stairs closed, when I was looking for the boys I came across what looked to be a door to the attic however it was locked. I guess one of the guys heard me giggling at the door knob, because one of the doors down the hall opened shortly after.

“Hey, Silver we and down here,” Cyrice said from the room doorway

As I turned around and walked to Cyrice I could hear someone moving around behind the door.

“We had also tried the door but it didn't budge,” NIghtmare said when I walked through the door

Downstairs in the Kitchen:

“Sis they tried to open the attic door,” Windstorm said while cooking eggs

“I’m aware since the boys had tried last night” she answered after drying a plate

“We should tell that me they are here,” she said finishing the eggs

“I want her help before we tell him”

“But sister, I don't want to die”

“I know but I should try and help the women before we leave or get killed”

Back Upstairs:

“You heard that right?” Nightmare asked

*We shouldn’t talk out loud if there is someone in the attic* I said looking at the door

*okay fair* cyrice said nodding

Ellipse just sat there silently reading a book.

*we aren't going to do anything do you understand me* i said mostly looking at Nightmare

*scoff, im hurt Silver* he said hand on chest

*if you didn't do stuff anything that time I wouldn't have to say something now*

“Hey where is Nightshade” Eclipse asked now putting down his finished book

“Oh she went to look around…. OH FUCK!!!” i said running down the stairs and out the door

It took Nightmare and Cyrice a minute or two to realise what I said but as soon as they did they also ran out of the inn.

Eclipse perspective:

I just got up from the bed and grabbed my coat, then proceeded to calmly walk down the stairs and outside where I leisurely walked around.

“Welp I can't wait to see what bullshit she has gotten herself in this time”

As i walked around i noticed how pretty this place is however i also noticed some really weird stuff as well. People wouldn’t approach me even if it looked like they had something to say to me, and the women wouldn't really leave their houses. Well the boys were running around playing with swords. I didn't see any girls around anywhere.

When I got closer to the town square I could hear the commotion, once I got through the crowd and could see what was going on I was pretty annoyed with the sight before me.

Nightshade was standing on top of someone while blocking and pushing back others, I guess she noticed me because she smiled and waved at me while holding someone in a headlock. As people kept jumping at her, you'd think that they would catch on and stop attacking her in vain.

“Nightshade, what are you doing?” Silver yelled from the other side of the square

“Nothing Silver” she answered while continuing to block and throw people

“Nothing, are you sure?” Cyrice said appearing from another street

“I don't think that's nothing,” Nightmare said completing the square

As I started to shake my head at the ridiculous situation I found myself looking at, Nightshade came over and grabbed my arm. I couldn't do anything but pat her on the head while looking at the mess she had caused.

“Sigh, Nightshade you have got to stop doing this,” I said looking tired as shit

“But it wasn't my fault this time”

“We need you to hand that woman over,” a guy in armor said while pointing at Nightshade who was behind me

“Ummm no,” I said putting up my hand

“Sir she has cause quite a commotion in the town square and has attacked multiple people she must come with me” he said reaching for Nightshades arm

“Sir I don't think that a good idea,” Silver said while grabbing his arm

“Excuse me who are you to stop me,” he said looking up and seeing my murderous gaze pinpointed on him

“We will keep a closer eye on her,” she said while leading the guard away

As the guard started walking away from Silver we decided to just head back to the inn to avoid any more mishaps today. The walk back was shrouded in awkward silence and it didn't get much better when we had finally reached the inn, when we went inside we decided to sit in the living room. As everyone sat down the innkeeper put drinks on the table and the silence was deafening.

“You better have a very good explanation for this Nightshade” Silver said while leaning forward and taking a sip of her tea

“I'll tell you what happened but you can't run out afterward” she answered leaning back

Nightshade’s account of the events:

I left for the square right before Silver had seen you guys. I was a little surprised since none of you would let me go anywhere by myself. For obvious reasons.

When I got to the square and started looking around, I was pretty intrigued by the number of hairpins and fabric that were everywhere, and they were amazing. Everything was so new to me that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ended up bumping into someone.

“Hey watch where you are going mutt,” the guy said brushing his clothes off

“This is why women shouldn't be allowed out alone,” the guy next to him said

“Excuse me,” I said getting ready to stab the jackass in his manhood

“Now, now my students you shouldnt be rude to foreigners who don't understand our customs”

“Oh I am so sorry that I wasn't more accommodating to your outdated expectations” as I bowed slightly in apology

As I came up from my “bow” I gave a light smirk as I went to walk away.

“I didn't say you could leave” as one of the guys grabbed my hair

“I understand that I have been rude but if you don't let go this instant I will make sure you can never use your hand again,” I said glaring at him

As the man lets go and goes to take a step back, the old guy pushes him forward and signals to his students to start attacking me. He was not too impressed that I could intimidate his people.

“And ya you guys showed up about 15 minutes later,” I said finishing my drink

End of Nightshade’s account of the morning:

“Nightshade your right you didn't start the fight and it wasn't your fault,” I said dumbfounded

As Nightmare, Cyrice, and Eclipse just said in unbelievable silence.

“See, see I told you,” she said waving her hands around

“Well I and Nightmare are going to go to the food market to get stuff for dinner and you three are going to help Windstorm clean up the inn before the innkeeper wakes up,” I said getting up to grab my coat and bag, then walking out of the door

As we made our way to the market we came to the realisation that we would have to go to several subsections of the market to get everything we would need.

As we made our way to the garden section, we could really see how lively this place could be. We ended up getting onions, celery, potatoes, and carrots. We then made our way to the butcher to get beef and on our way out of the market got broth.

On our way back to the inn we saw some more questionable stuff going on, but after what happened with Nightshade this morning decided that for now we would try not to interfere to the best of our abilities.

“Hey Silver, why are you cooking dinner?”

“The innkeeper seemed really tired so I offered to cook today”

“Oh okay”

As we reached the inn we could see how happy everyone was from outside. If I didn't know any better I would say we were coming home after a long day. However that's not what's happening here, and at some point we are going to have to leave.

“Hey we are back, I hope you didn't cause too many problems,” I said heading to the kitchen

“We didn't” Nightshade respond getting up to help me

“Oh good”

As we walked into the kitchen the warmth really was in the whole house. It was starting to become evident that even though they were going to eventually rat us out the illusion of warmth was real. We could tell the person in the attic was probably here to just keep an eye on them, however, it did appear that someone else does or did live here.

“Silver, what should we do?” Nightshade asked finishing up cutting the carrots

“I don't know yet Nightshade, but i would like to not put these people in even more harms way” I said while stirring the stew

“We will go and do whatever you feel best Silver we aren't here to hinder just help” she answered putting the carrots into the stew

“I am well aware Nightshade” I smiled

It took a little longer than we thought to finish the stew, but it worked out since everyone was pretty hungry.

“Hey guys food ready,” I said putting the pot on the table

“Yes finally” Cyrice said appearing to drool in the doorway

“Cool I am so fucking hungry,” Nightmare said sitting down

As Eclipse and Windstorm came in we started to dish food and eat. We talked a lot and laughed at each other's stupid stories, till the innkeeper woke up and joined us for a bit. It was a little awkward at first but Windstorm helped to break the ice.

“Oh ya what is your name We can't keep calling you innkeeper,” Nightshade asked while dishing herself another bowl

“It's Ivor” she said putting her bowl down and looking out the window “we should probably get going you two” she said getting up and heading to the doorway

Me and Windstorm just looked at each other while we stuffed our faces with what was left in our bowls that got up and ran after her.

“I'll be back later don't destroy the place while we are gone” i said closing the door

“She doesn't have much face in us huh,” Nightmare said finishing his bowl

“I can't imagine why,” Eclipse said with the you know what you've done face

As we started making our way to the town square, I noticed that there wasn't anyone out, which after coming from the fire village that seemed to always have people up and about this was eerie. As we reached the square however there were people standing around chatting in groups.

As we made our way into the square it became pretty clear that everyone here was feminine presenting and that they absolutely adored Ivor.

“Teacher you here,” everyone said almost seeming to light up as they approached

“We were a little worried that this wasn't going to happen anymore after all of the commotions in the square this morning,” one of them said concerned, I just looked away guilty since my party was the one she was talking about

“Wait, what happened this morning?”

“Oh some people saw a black and blue-haired wolf fight those assholes students, and beat the absolute shit out of them in the process,” she said with much glee and distance

“Oh they did, did they,” she said looking over at me

I just continued to look in whichever direction was not hers, as more people came to greet me.

“Okay everyone let's get to work,” she said clapping her hands

As everyone began to line up with staff in hand it became pretty evident that not many people knew what they were doing. They started by doing downward sword slash training but were using staff, they then transitioned into doing more staff-like training but were still failing pretty miserably.

As the night continued they changed to sparing which wasn't horrible, most of the people here understood how to put into practice what they had learned. They were able to defend pretty well but their offence sucked.

As we hit the three-hour mark they started to slowly change into physical combat training, and well in practice what they were doing was correct, in an actual fight they would probably get beaten to all hell. As they got into basic kicks everyone was doing a lot better than when they were punching air. That went on for a while till they changed to sparring again which this time wasn't very good, nobody knew how to block and everyone was incredibly sloppy.

“So basics,” I said looking at Ivor

“Yup basics,” she said sighing pretty heavily

“How long has this been going on?”

“Two to three months,” she said looking over everyone

“Okay, I can't stand this, can I help?” I asked looking over everyone

“Sure”

“Hello everyone, my name’s Silver, and I'm going to be helping with your training from now on,” I said making sure I got everyone's attention

“Please treat them the way you would treat me”

“I will start tomorrow since it’s almost dawn,” I said looking at the sky lightning

As they continued a couple of other people started showing up. As they got closer it became pretty obvious that it was the same people from this morning in the square.

‘Oh look at this your group is still going” the older guy at the front of the group said while everyone behind him started laughing

“It isn't even dawn yet why are you here?” Ivor said walking up to confront them

“It doesn't matter what time it is Ivor this is our training ground and we are being incredibly generous by letting you women use it at night”

Well, he was talking. One of his students decided that it was completely reasonable to start physically hitting on one of our people.

“Let her go,” I said while walking toward him

“Nah” he said continuing to grope and grab at the person

“I'm sorry I wasn't clear enough that wasn't a request that we demand,” I said grabbing his wrist and starting to break it

“Let me go you have no right” he said starting to hear the cracking noise coming from where my hand was

“Silver let him go” Ivor said right before i had fully snapped his wrist

“Fine” i said letting him go begrudgingly

“Is this how you repay our kindness, by sicking your dog on my students” he said while pointing at me

“Excuse me,” I said now changing my attention to him as I walked over

“Oh I'm sorry could your heightened senses not catch it, I called you a dog you half-baked mutt”

As I let out a murderous aura that made everyone back away from me whether it was directed at them or not. To anyone it felt like I would kill everyone indiscriminately.

“Silver you should calm down” Ivor said while putting her hand on my shoulder “you are scaring everyone” she said looking behind us

“I’m sorry i couldn't control myself” as i turned to everyone and proceeded to bow the deepest bow i could as an apology to everyone i frightened “i will try not to do it again” as i turned around and punched the guy in the face

“Silver!!!” Ivor yelled

“I challenge you to a duel, you sorry excuse for a man,” I said spitting on him

“Teacher!!” everyone behind him yelled

“Fine, tomorrow at noon don't be late,” he said holding his nose as he got off the ground

“Silver, what have you done?” Ivor asked shaking her head in her hand

“He called me a dog I'm gonna beat the ever-living shit out of him legally,” I said starting to help the others clean up

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blindedbythedarkness · 1 year

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Hi there future me,

How are you doing? What's the world like now? Things seem so bad right now and feel like they're tipping into worse. But I thought maybe, with a bit of luck, by this time next year I'll be able to look back and see that things are getting better. I don't rate my chances, but I have to hope, right?

Life right now is a constant battle, internally and externally. Covid is everywhere, it's worse than ever and everyone is also getting sick with secondary infections because it's ruined their immune systems. The hospitals are overrun here in the UK, as well as the US, Canada, Ireland and Australia. Probably in the rest of the Western World too, but the language barrier means we don't hear from them as much.

I have at least 4 things I could do with seeing a doctor about, but none seem to be a risk to my life or limbs right now, so it seems safer to wait. I cancelled an op a few months ago for the same reasons- the hospital just wouldn't be a safe place to be unconscious and maskless. I often toy with the idea of going private, but it's so damn expensive. Besides, I wouldn't know what to prioritize. I just accept that for now this is the body I have to work with and pray every day that I (or people I love) don't need a trip to A&E.

It's scary knowing there's no real safety net left. Ambulances take hours if not days to arrive. People are dying in the back of them once they get to hospital because there's no room inside. People inside are lying on the floor or sat in chairs when they need a bed. People are dying who could be saved with enough staff, but there just aren't enough. It's horrifying, but what can you do but hope you don't become part of it and shove it to the back of your mind?

Uni is both brilliant and a constant struggle. I love the course and the content. I hate that the people who run it seem to believe that no one should be protected from Covid and that my need to avoid it is pathological. Even as a clinically vulnerable person, they make no accomodations for me. It's illegal, but what can I do? I wouldn't know where to start with a lawyer. I've tried talking to the SU and thought I was getting there, but once the messaging they put out has been filtered through 10 layers of denial and minimalism, it's the same old bullshit. It feels like wading through treacle and screaming at brick walls most the time just trying to access education without being exposed to The Brain Eating Bat Virus.

I refuse to give up though. I can't, I have to have something to hope on or I think I'd just collapse. So I'm going guerilla with public health. I'm setting up a website just to try and get the message out there- the Covid basics, in the hopes that some people are simply ignorant and not entirely apathetic. I'm gonna make some posters too, with directions to the website for more info. We'll see how it goes. It seems no one else is going to do it (*side eyes at official public health agencies*).

Things are very scary right now as the latest messaging is that everyone has "immunity debt" and needs to get sick to build up their immune systems. It's bullshit, obviously. But it means that not only are people not staying home when ill, you actually can't trust them not to actively be trying to make you ill. They think they're doing you a favour. It's terrifying.

China is currently in the middle of a major wave after removing lots of protections. Maybe the reasons why they did it will become clear, because it's just devastating right now. A real heartbreak as well as they were one of the few left not bowing to let it rip policy. They think a new, very bad variant might emerge and there's lots of predictions about it affecting supply chains. I'm bracing myself, what more can I do?

Weirdly, some countries (so far us, the US, Italy and Spain) have placed restrictions on China due to all their Covid, despite zero mitigations within the country. Either it's a (kind of racist) political move, despite them encouraging China to let it rip, or they know something very bad is coming. I guess we'll find out.

Right now mum and dad are both on 1 infection each. Technically better than the current national average of 2, but still not great. Both have substantial lingering fatigue. I worry especially about my dad as he seems the perfect candidate for a Sudden Post Covid Death- male, in his 60s, high BP, family history of heart problems. Nothing I can do though. Plus I worry that they're both getting lax about their Covid safety, it seems to be what happens 2-3 months after a first infection. I reckon its brain related- they can't make risk assessments anymore. But it's just speculation. All I can do is keep them informed on the risks and hope they still have enough about them to protect themselves.

So yeah, things are very bad. Could easily become worse. Every day is a struggle. As has been the case for a while now, the hardest part is others not giving a fuck and not doing their part, than the need to shield itself.

If I could, I would beg 2023 to be better. But for the most part these things are changed by people and their choices, not just luck and natural phenomena. So, we'll just have to see.

I just hope I've survived, intact, and I'm as healthy as possible. And my loved ones too. So keep going man, you've made it this far. Keep on going. I know you can do it. You're so fucking tough, even though I know you don't want a reason to be.

I love you,

#dear future me #c rambles #future me #covid #covid19 #pandemic #shielding #coronavirus #thoughts #feelings #depressed #depression #rambles #isolation #grief

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alectology-archive · 3 years

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something about a woman stealing powers that she has no right to... taking more power than she was due as vengeance... choosing the power as opposed to being born to it... it really is such an attractive concept.

#it's such a shame that sjm failed to act on it #it seems I'm back on my bullshit but we'll see if I'll be able to articulate ANY of the thoughts I have #anti sjm #anti acosf #text #pro nesta #EDIT: I had a specific fandom in mind when I wrote the post but this clearly applies to a bunch of other women :////

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megthemewlingquim · 3 years

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someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

no...

no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest.

and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

and that’s when it hits him.

persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

he pities you. you seem lonely.

loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

“hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

“it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

“what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

“yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

you shrug. “she loves me.”

“and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

“smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

“we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

“damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

“you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

“yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

“my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

“think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

“i'm twenty—one.”

“and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

“so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

“don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

you say your name, your voice quiet.

“much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

“okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

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crashdevlin · 3 years

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Swan Song

Author’s Note: This is part Twenty-six of The Best Laid Plans series

Summary: Y/n is living life without marks and without alpha influence...but the End is nigh...sacrifices must be made.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, mentions of Alpha!Dean x Omega!Lisa

Word count: 3583

Story Warnings: angst...A/B/O dynamics, canon divergence, mentions of physical violence against the reader, canon major character deaths and resurrections

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"So, where are we this week, girl? Hawaii, Puerto Rico?" Bobby asked and you smiled, looking around the dirty Canadian dive bar.

"Santo Domingo. Gotta love the Dominican," you lied.

"Where you really?"

You took a drink of your beer and picked at the peeling vinyl of the table top. "Saskatoon. Cursed church bell, drives people to suicide when they hear it."

"Need help?"

"Nah. I've got this. Just need to convince the vicar to let me melt down a bell that's been part of their church since the 1800s. No big deal." You sighed and scratched at your turtleneck. "How are they?"

"Thought you didn't wanna know about them, Y/n."

"Didn't want to be attached to them. Not the same thing."

Bobby sighed. "They took a trip through Heaven a few days ago...got a message from the big man Himself."

"God? They talked to God?" you asked, eyes wide.

"Talked to someone talks to God...and God said they're on their own."

"Sounds like God...handle it yourself but worship me for 'guiding' you." You rolled your eyes. "Sam isn't taking that well, is he?"

"Dean's taking it worse."

"What? Dean doesn't care about God."

"Think it's more that God was the last hope and He ain't playin'. What are we even supposed to do now, right?"

"Right." A hopeless Dean Winchester was a problem. No telling what he might do. “I’m sure everything will work out. If God isn’t worried, then I guess we shouldn’t worry.”

"Well, I hope you're right, Y/n." You nodded. You were hoping the same. "I'll call next time we got something new."

"Okay. Good luck, Bobby."

"You too."

You slid your phone into your pocket and took a drink of your beer. Things would be fine...or they wouldn't. Only time could tell.

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You didn't answer when the call came in from Dean's number. You didn't answer five minutes later when the call came in from Dean's other number. You pulled off into a gas station when your phone dinged with a voicemail message.

"Shoulda known you wouldn't answer...but I really wanted to hear your voice, Y/n. Guess your outgoing message will have to do." He cleared his throat. "I've been thinking about you since you left. Nothing is ever right when you're gone. I think you need to know that. I know why you left. I know I was never really good at being with you. I didn't give you a reason to stay. I should have. But you...you had to leave. You had to make that hard decision and I love you for that. Nobody wanted you to make that decision, to free us, but it was the right choice and I love that you made it. I love you for calling me out on my bullshit. You always did that for me." He sniffled and you could imagine him wiping at his eyes. "And you always kept tryin', even though I pushed you away all the time. You should have given up on me a long time ago and you didn't. I love you, Y/n. I should have said it a long time ago...but more I should have showed you. I should have showed you."

You wiped at your eyes and bit your bottom lip. "I really hope you got to see the world, but if you're on the home continent…stay away from the Midwest. I don't know how big the fight's gonna get."

"Oh, God. Dean, what are you doing?" you whispered as you clicked out of your voicemail to call him back. He didn't answer. "Damn it, Winchester!" You called his other cell, but still didn't get an answer. So you called John's cell. "Where’s Dean?"

John sighed. "Indiana. He's on the goodbye tour."

You rolled your eyes. Indiana meant Lisa. Of course. "He's going to say 'yes', isn't he? After everything, he's going to give up?"

"We aren't going to let him. Sam, Castiel, and I are on our way to stop him."

"You better. He does not get to give up."

"We won't let him," John promised.

"How?"

"We've got an angel on our side, remember? And Castiel really isn't happy about Dean throwing away his sacrifice. We'll keep him safe."

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "Let me know if anything bad-"

"Don't worry. We're gonna take care of him."

"Thank you, John."

"Maybe you should call him, though."

"I tried," you responded. "He didn't answer." You shook your head. "It's fine. Get his head on straight. It'll be okay."

"Right. It'll be okay."

"Bye, John." You hung up and set the phone on the passenger seat. You looked up at the sky through your windshield. "I know you don't care about what your angels are doing, but please don't let Dean say 'yes'. Please. I don't ask for a lot but please give me this."

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"You should come to Detroit." Bobby's words didn't seem worried. Everything about the tone said it was past time to worry.

"What happened?"

"Sam said 'yes' and-"

"What?!"

"It was supposed to be the end of it, Y/n. He was supposed to get control back from Lucifer and jump into the Cage. It was a good plan. Dean and John even approved it, much as they could, ya know, and it-"

"He really thought he was gonna get control from the Devil? Of course it didn't work!" You ran your hand down your face and dug your fingers into your collarbone through your shirt. "So Lucifer has his perfect vessel...what about Michael? Dean didn’t…"

"No, but John's other son did. Heaven brought Adam back from the dead."

"That was nice of 'em. The dumbass said 'yes' because of course he did. So...the fight is...is happening."

"Yeah." He waited a moment. "Come to Detroit."

You sighed. The End. The end of the fight. The end of trying to stop it. The end of the End. "I'm on my way, Bobby."

There was a dark cloud over the city when you pulled the Firebird in next to the Impala in the alleyway outside their hotel. You could feel the hopelessness in the air as you opened the door Bobby indicated in an earlier text and walked in. Dean's eyes raised to meet yours as Bobby rushed to you and wrapped you in a hug. You dropped your duffel and wrapped the redneck in your arms, happy to see him up out of the wheelchair.

"Since when do you walk again?"

"Oh." He looked down at his body as he stepped back. "Demon deal. Added perk. It's a long story."

"Family tradition, those demon deals. At least you got something good out of it."

"Fer a few days."

You patted his shoulder and smiled. "Comes down to it, all we got is a few days at a time."

Dean stood and stepped toward the doorway. "Hey."

"Hey. I'm sorry...about Sam. I know you were all hoping-"

Dean opened his arms but didn't hug you. He waited for you to step into the embrace, green eyes shining with unshed tears as he waited for you to make your choice. There wasn’t a big choice there. Hold a grudge...or hold the man you love. You stepped into him and wrapped your arms around his chest. His arms closed around you and you felt warmth and anguish in the way he held you. There was pain in his scent, anger and hopelessness, but there was a little niggle of comfort as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

There wasn’t a lot said. It was the first time it really felt like a last night on earth. Even the Angel seemed to recognize that things were done. The fight was over. Everything was about to be over.

“I want you to know,” Dean whispered as the sun started going down.

“I know,” you answered. You knew what he would say. It held different significance on a night like that one.

“No. You don’t. You really don’t know...I’ve apologized for pushin’ you away, Y/n, but I need you to know...I thought I was doing the right thing for you. I love you.”

“Dean. I know. Shhh.”

“You’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Everything you ever wanted Sam to have,” you corrected. “Now, shush.” The silence lasted for a few minutes before Dean left, saying he needed some air.

“We did everything right and it doesn’t even matter in the end,” John said, staring at the ceiling.

“Nah. We didn’t do everything right...and it does matter. What we do is more important than anything.” You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your knees. “I should have gone to Thailand.”

“Don’t you want to be here with us in your last moments?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah. But I wish these weren’t the last moments.”

Castiel nodded in agreement, before standing. “We should go down...Dean is-”

“Leaving,” you guessed, rushing down to the alleyway without waiting for the others, approaching as he looked in the trunk of the Impala. “Dean?”

“You goin’ someplace?” Bobby asked. “You’re goin’ to do somethin’ stupid. You got that look.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Sam,” Dean answered, heading for the driver’s door.

“You just don’t give up,” Bobby chastised.

“It’s Sam!”

“If you couldn’t reach him here, you’re certainly not going to be able to on the battlefield,” Castiel tried.

“Well, if we’ve already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?” Dean reasoned.

“Boy, this is a bad idea. I don’t wanna lose both of you,” John said.

Dean shook his head. “Too late.”

“I just want you to understand...the only thing that you’re gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother,” Castiel said.

“Well, then I ain’t gonna let him die alone.”

You watched Dean drive away, knowing that he was on his way to his death. “Fuck. We should follow him, right?”

“No. We need to figure out how to even up the chances a little,” John offered. “Hail Mary brainstorm session. Come on. Let’s do this.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So...we’re all gonna die,” you said, looking around the room. “We are going to this fight...the fight...to pull distraction long enough for Dean to maybe get through to Sam long enough for Sam to sacrifice himself and throw himself and Lucifer into the Cage. We’re going to die.”

Everyone took deep breaths and nodded. “It’s our only shot,” Bobby said. “For the whole planet, Dean is our only shot.”

“And like the boy said...if we’ve already lost, what do we have to lose?” John said.

"Might as well go down doing something potentially beneficial,” you whispered. “Okay...let’s do this.”

Castiel teleported you to Stull Cemetery just in time to hear Dean tell Michael that he needed five minutes with Lucifer. “Hey, assbutt!” Cas called out, holding up his Molotov cocktail of Holy Fire. The bottle exploded as it hit Michael and he went up in flames. The Angel didn’t last long after that. Lucifer didn’t appreciate the Angel from the lower choir ‘dick’ing with Michael. Castiel exploded into blood and chunks of Angel.

Dean demanded Sam’s attention, but only Lucifer could hear. He grabbed Dean, intent to beat him to death, but Bobby shot at the Archangel, which earned him a snapped neck. John launched himself at Lucifer next and he was thrown across the cemetery, hitting a large stone angel statue. Michael reappeared as Lucifer was beating Dean’s face in with Sam’s fists. You grabbed Adam’s jacket, trying to keep Michael from stopping the altercation. Dean was getting through. You could see it in the hesitation on Sam’s face. You couldn’t let Michael stop it.

“You stupid fucking monkey!” Michael growled, wrapping Adam’s hand around your throat. You sputtered and kicked as he clenched his fist around your neck, cutting off your air. The sound your hyoid made when your throat was crushed like a soda can followed you into the darkness.

So did the sound of crickets. But that wasn’t right. There shouldn’t be crickets in Heaven.

Your eyes blinked open slowly, a sky full of stars greeting you before being filled in by the vision of hazel eyes and a smile. “John? Why are you in my Heaven?”

“Not Heaven, kid. We’re alive, Y/n. Castiel brought us back.” He offered you his hand and you sat up, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

“Who brought Cas back?” you asked. “Because didn’t Lucifer blow him to shit?”

“Yeah. Can only assume God brought him back, just like last time he was blown up by an Archangel.”

“Well, that’s...very nice of God considering that he...didn’t want to help.” John nodded, but he seemed distracted as he let his fingers move to encircle your wrist. “What’s wrong?”

“You...smell really good,” he whispered, his cheeks going pink. “I should…” He cleared his throat and stepped back away from you. “Think everything got renewed.”

You reached up and gingerly touched the area where your concave scars were. You were met with plush, plump skin under the fabric of your turtleneck. When you pulled the shirt away from your neck, you were met with completely smooth skin. No marks, no scars. Pristine.

"I'm…"

"Omega again." John licked his lips and stepped further back. “Unmarked, pure omega.”

“I’m...this is insane. I can’t believe he just...made me...a normal omega again.”

John nodded and cleared his throat. “I think it’s a real good thing, don’t you?”

You nodded and smiled. “I think it’s an amazing thing.”

“Why don’t we go ahead and see if we can find Dean.”

You smiled a bit sadly. “I know where Dean is.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Watching Dean through the front window of Lisa Braeden’s Cicero home made your heart crack. The pain was immense, a longing taking up residence in your chest as you watched Dean hold her, his nose buried in the crook of her neck. Scenting her...his omega.

“You could knock,” John suggested, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. You were sure he was trying to keep from physically comforting you. As much as you wanted the comfort, you appreciated John trying to keep his distance more. “You know he’d be happy to see you alive.”

You shook your head. “No. He’s dreamed of this, John. He dreams of her.” You clutched at your shirt collar. You'd changed into a v-neck on the way to Indiana, excited to show Dean but you knew now that it didn't matter. "He deserves her...and the kid...and any kids she might give him of his own. He deserves to be happy. Let's just...let's go."

"Are you sure?" John asked as you turned away.

"My car is in Detroit. Let's go."

You stared out the window as John drove. It was a blow but not one you couldn't overcome. Dean wasn't ever going to be yours and it was best for you to recognize that and move forward. You were a brand new omega. No marks, no scars from cutting the old marks out. No Dean. No Sam. John, well, he was being nice now but it was going to be best for you to stay away from him, too. You would do best by yourself just like you had since you cut your marks out. You were better alone.

"Don't leave yet," John said as he pulled the stolen car in beside your Pontiac. "You should get some sleep. Get a room, get some rest. Don't drive on this."

You reached over and set your hand on his cheek. "Underneath it all, you're a good man, John. I really appreciate it when you let that man out for me." You swiped your thumb across his cheekbone and smiled. "I'll get a room...but not here. Detroit is not a good place...it's where we lost Sam. Get some rest yourself, though."

"You've got my number. If you ever need anything, Y/n, I'll be there."

You nodded and smiled tightly. "I'll try not to need anything." You got out of the car and headed for yours. Maybe you'd actually travel the world this time. Maybe you'd just hunt the same as always. But you were going to try to not need a damn thing.

You drove out of Detroit and headed South, not stopping until your eyes began to vibrate with lack of sleep. You pulled over into a rest stop and turned off the car, lying the seat back and curling up on your side, waiting for sleep to take you.

Dean would be happy. That was the important thing. Dean was going to be happy with his normal life and you could be happy saving lives...without an alpha. Without anyone. Just you and the road and a good hunt...until you died.

You dreamed of Dean. You dreamed of taking Lisa's place in the normal life...so that you could be what Dean deserved. But even in your dream, Dean made excuses. "I love you...but I can't mark you." "I love you but I can't be with you." "I love you but…"

You blinked your eyes open a few hours later and gasped to see a figure in your passenger seat. You sat up and stared wide-eyed at Sam. "Am I still asleep?"

"Well, I'm not Dean so I'm guessing you're awake."

You ignored the gut shot about Dean and reached into the back, quickly splashing holy water on him and waiting for the sizzle that never came. You pulled your silver knife next and Sam dutifully offered his hand. "Why do you idiots always go for the most nerve-heavy extremity when getting cut? Take the jacket off and give me your bicep or roll your damn pant leg up, you jerk," you snapped. Sam just smirked as he pulled his jacket and flannel off. You were really expecting him to burn with the silver but he didn’t...and moreover, he smelled like Sam. He was not a ghoul. You laughed as you dropped the knife in the center console. "How in the world did you get out of the Cage? I know how hard it is to get out of Hell, but you went into Lucifer’s Cage."

"Can't tell ya." Sam shook his head. "Just woke up in Stull Cemetery, went to check on Dean, saw you and Dad...decided to follow you."

"Why didn't you say something in Cicero?" you asked, analyzing Sam's face. He seemed off. Why would he follow you instead of talking to you and John? Talking to Dean?

"You were with Dad...and I could smell you from across the street, Y/n...I knew you came back all new and improved. Wanted to see what you would do about that. Turns out...nothing."

"You didn't tell Dean you're back?"

"Neither did you." Sam tilted his head and smirked. "He thinks we're both dead...and that means he's gonna stay in Cicero with Lisa. He's going to live a normal life with a normal woman. He's not going to die on some job before he reaches forty. He deserves that...and that's why neither of us knocked on that door."

"So, you're just gonna dive back into the work headfirst and...forget about Dean?"

"Forget? No. But I'm going to leave him the Hell alone. He left me alone at Stanford for years until Dad disappeared and Jess died. Don't you think he deserves the same treatment?"

You looked away and pulled your seat up straight. "Of course he does. He deserves everything.”

“So, we’re going to let him have it, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Sam reached out and set his hand on your knee. “And we can have what we deserve.”

You looked down at his hand, disgust filling you. “Remove it, or I will remove it for you.”

“Come on. You don’t really have a reason to deny me. Not with Dean with Lisa.”

You reached down and pulled his hand off of you. “Dean is not the reason I denied you, Sam. Why are we backtracking here? You seemed to understand this before.”

“We had fun before, didn’t we?” Sam asked.

“It doesn’t matter if we had fun...because the fun stopped mattering as soon as you marked me.” The discomfort you were feeling in his presence made you slip your hand under your seat and pick up your pistol. “You were going to rape me, Sam. That kinda ruins any future fun.”

“You would have liked it, Y/n. I wasn’t planning to hurt you too much.”

Having him admit to it so nonchalantly, with a smirk on his lips, filled you with an angry fear. He didn’t even seem to care. It was worse than when he was hopped up on demon blood. You pulled the pistol out and pointed it at Sam’s temple. “Get the fuck out of my car, Winchester.”

He chuckled and put his hands up. “I’ll see you when you get your panties out of that twist, Y/n.” He backed out of the car and turned, a bit of a skip in his step as he walked away. You hit the lock on your doors and turned the engine over. You’d have to do your best to avoid the resurrected Winchester...just like his father...just like his brother. Best to stay alone. Best to get away.

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