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animehideout · 3 months

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL.

Part 7

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader.

check out part 8 here 🆕✨

check part 6 here

A/n: Hi I hope you enjoy this part! sorry if it's not long or interesting enough, I tried to focus on the main events so not much drama included. Lemme know your thoughts tho 🫶🏻.

Warning: not proofread

"Toji Zenin?" said Gojo and Nanami at the same time.

"Yea, the higher ups got some important information to tell, so that's why we need an urgent meeting, RIGHT.NOW"

"Sure we'll go to the meeting room" said Nanami.

"By the way Satoru! your wife, she shouldn't join this meeting, keep her out of this" said Principal Yaga.

"Huh? okay whatever" he answered, and walked inside the school to find Megumi.

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"Hey Gumi whatcha doing? hey listen buddy, Um Y/n keep her busy will ya?" said Gojo.

"why would I? you gonna cheat on her while she's busy?" said Megumi with a cold tone.

"Come on Gumi don't say that, you know I don't cheat" exclaimed Gojo rolling his eyes.

"Then why?"

"We have a secret meeting and principal Yaga said that Y/n shouldn't join"

"Eh? w-"

"Don't ask any further questions, I don't have much time, I gotta go, and don't tell anyone that, not even Yuuji..and make sure to stay inside the school"

"Alright ugh"

"I'm counting on you Gumi" Said Gojo with a playful tone.

.....

Megumi went to the common room to find you, you were there laying on the couch, playing on your phone.

"Sensei?"

"Oh Megumi-Kun?"

"Um I apologize if I'm bothering you, but Um, I feel like I'm lacking in some defense techniques–So I was thinking maybe you could help me with that!"

"Oh but Megumi-kun your defense techniques are amazing!!"

"You know, I really need some extra training, so I really hope you can train me?...please?"

"Oh- alright then?!? Um how about tomorrow morning?"

"NO LIKE RIGHT NOW!"

"Oh–! so you're in a hurry, okay then, let's go" you chuckled,

Megumi is a precious student of yours, and you definitely can't say no.

....

• In the meeting room •

Gathered in the wooden meeting room. Waiting for the higher ups to break the silence to explain and provide details about Toji's next moves.

"As you know now Toji broke free! and that's a great threat we're facing to say the less"

"How is it a threat? any one of us could finish him easily?" said Satoru with confidence

"I don't think you can easily Satoru! He knows a lot about our world, he knows a lot about Jujutsu, about your techniques! Him being back, means his new version is back, more powerful, more deadly and we can't risk that"

"So what do you suggest we do?" asked Principal Yaga.

"For the time being, I think all of you living in Jujutsu high dorms would be the better option, I'm sure he'll target you when you're alone, so it's better of you stick together"

"Funny! what a safety measure!!. Do you think we're scared of a non jujutsu murderer? do you think we can't defend yourselves?" exclaimed Gojo in annoyance.

"It's to ensure the protection of students, when you're away who's gonna protect the students from him? who's gonna protect Y/n?"

"Y/n?" said Gojo and Nanami in union.

With a sigh, one of the higher ups spoke,

"well the real reason Toji is back, is to kill Y/n!"

Silence fell over the room, letting his words sink in.

"Toji haunts sorcerers, why on earth would he haunt down Y/n, what threat she could possibly pose to him?, she's not even a sorcerer–"

"–yet! I think you underestimate your wife a lot Gojo! If I were you I wouldn't do that"

"haha and why is that? afraid that her fragile feelings may get hurt?–Ouch" mocked Satoru, only to get elbowed by principal Yaga.

Nanami glared at him, his mind racing with thoughts, why would Toji target you?so he said,

"can you further explain please?"

"I don't think any of you knows the real potential of Y/n!! once she becomes a sorcerer, she'll shake the balances of our Jujutsu world, she'll unleash an immense power. Toji doesn't want that to happen, that's why she's his main target."

"What do you mean immense power?" asked Gojo through gritted teeth.

"Is that what you care about now?? I think you should care more about her safety" said Nanami.

"If she has got that immense power as you say then all of this safety measure wouldn't be necessary, I think she could protect herself"

"I think you should be more responsible Gojo, it's your wife we're talking about! whether you like it or not" whispered Principal Yaga.

"We didn't figure out his plan yet, we don't know his next moves, he tends to be unexpected and full of surprises. He's like a ghost in the shadows. So you need to be careful, Y/n shouldn't wander alone, that's a must!"

"We'll do our best to keep Y/n safe" said Nanami woth determination, not noticing Gojo's death glares.

"Of course!! she's our hope!! by the way Gojo what's wrong with your face? did you get into a fight?"

"Yeah a fight with his wife!! she kicked his ass in their duel" teased Principal Yaga, it's been one of his purposes to make Satoru more humble since high school days and finally you managed to humble him.

"Oh you gotta be careful Satoru, if you wanna remain the strongest sorcerer, someone might snatch that title from you"

"Should we inform Y/n about the situation?" asked Principal Yaga.

"No! Don't stress her out! you can tell her about him but it's better if she remains oblivious that she's his target till we manage to solve the issue...and Keep. Your . Eyes. On .Her, she's your responsibility Gojo"

With that the meeting concluded, leaving them exchanging worried glances, overthinking, they dealt with Toji Zenin before and it wasn't the best experience.

"Bring your things here Satoru. From TONIGHT, you and your wife will start living here" ordered Principal Yaga.

"But sensei sh-"

"No buts Satoru, Y/n will be under everyone's watch, it's not just your responsibility, it's our responsibility as well to protect her, till she breaks the curse"

"Ugh sure"

"Why the curse didn't break yet, by the way?"

"It takes time and you know that sensei".

Principal Yaga nodded and left. He's genuinely concerned about your security, Toji is a vile man, no one can follow his attack patterns, he schemes and attacks the most sensitive spots.

"I know what you're thinking about Gojo" started Nanami "You're worried that once she gets her curse technique, she overpowers you"

"and your answer is ....TRUE, how long did it take you to guess this Nanami"

"you're unbelievable! if you're not gonna protect her then I will, Gojo" said Nanami with a stern expression, as he started to walk away, Gojo was too quick and grabbed him by his forearm.

"I told you a million times, stay away from her!"

"Why would I?"

"Cuz she's not your wife!"

"Look who's talking! If you're that jealous then I suggest you start treating her like a real wife"

"Hah jealous? Do you think I'm jealous? it's just I hate it when people stick their noses in my own business"

"I didn't know Y/n was your own business"

Remained speechless, Gojo knew Nanami's word were logical. Lack of words prompted him to burst into offensive laugher. Trying his best to cover his discomfort with humor.

"You're funny Nanami aah–but sure go ahead then and protect her....if you can" he said the last line with seriousness.

.....

...

"Meguuuumi! enjoying your training sessions huh?" spoke Gojo with excitement.

"Sensei? y-yeah , Y/n-sensei agreed to help with with some fighting techniques"

"Good, I see Y/n-sensei is finally doing something helpful" said Gojo with sass.

You rolled your eyes, wanting to punch him, but couldn't since you're still injured.

"Wrap it up Y/n! we're going home now!" he added.

"Eh? I'm not going home yet, go ahead I suppose you know the way home"

He approached you, grabbed your hand and started pulling you with him.

"Well I'm.not.asking. You're coming with me"

"HEY ARE YOU INSANE ? LET GO OF ME SATORU" you fought back.

He used all of his strength to pull you, you were moving like a fish from a fishing net trying to break free, giving him a hard time.

"Damn it Y/n stop"

He didn't find any other way, so he resorted to grabbing you by your waist and putting you on his shoulder.

In a matter of seconds you were home.

"What the hell?" you asked, still hanging in his shoulder.

He threw you on the bed like a ball.

"Full of surprises hm? I know, I know you don't have to say it"

"But h-how"

"It's related to my limitless technique no need to worry about it"

You were intensely staring at him, making him feel awkward.

"anyways, start packing we're leaving"

"Gojo Satoru are you fucking kidding me? you drag me home then when we're home you say that we're leaving? Are you mentally ill?"

"Damn my eardrums, you're so fucking loud! We're moving to Jujutsu High! Yaga sensei's orders!"

"what? why would we move there"

"To fulfill our duty as teachers! there's a murderer on the loose, he's targeting sorcerers and we need to protect our students!"

"A murderer?"

"What? Don't tell me that Y/n , the famous martial arts teacher is scared now? All talk no action?" he chuckled.

"Says who? the one who got his ass beaten and had to break the rules to land a punch on me? now don't make me laugh Satoru"

"I was going easy on you"

"Whatever – You want us to move to jujutsu high, then move your ass and start packing, enough of your gibberish" you rolled your eyes, it was useless to argue with someone like him, he's so full of himself and it annoyed you.

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• At Jujutsu High, night time •

" Welcome to your new home Y/n!" greeted principal Yaga.

"Thank you sensei"

"I think Gojo informed you about the whole situation?"

"Yes ! we will do everything to protect our students"

"Good!! there's no doubt in that.. anyways, you had a long day today, I'll give you your time to unpack! let me guide you to your shared bedroom"

"SHARED BEDROOM?" you and Gojo exclaimed in union.

"Um yes" said Yaga-sensei awkwardly. "anyways here's your room have a wonderful night" he added and then left in a flash for both of you to handle the awkwardness that he intentionally put you into, just so you can work on your relationship.

Gojo reached the knob and opened the door..

"AHH SERIOUSLY?– THOSE ROSE PETALS WEREN'T NECESSARY!!!" whined Gojo.

A king sized bed, for both of you to share. You took a deep breath, you weren't ready for this, not ready for the long night ahead.

"fuck" you muttered.

"Alright here's the deal, we take turns, tonight I take the bed you take the floor" said Gojo

"Hah what? you wish ! I take the bed, you take the floor" you fought back.

"No I'm not used to the hard floor"

"Oh are you that sensitive? I thought you were the strongest? or it's all words no actions?" again using his own words against him.

"You.Little.B–"

Nobara interrupted you,

"I'll be sleeping next door, sensei so please don't be too loud–"

"Wait what? NO" you said in union, knowing that she meant being loud under other circumstances.

Nobara closed the door that was wide open, leaving both of you there in complete silence.

"I think we'll share the bed, I'll make a line with pillows and don't you dare cross it" you said as you placed your bag down.

Thinking of how you'll change into your pyjamas when he's there, in the same room as you. Not only for tonight but for God knows how long.

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miguelschamp · 3 months

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paper rings

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader

summary: stiles can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you

warnings: none

it was your 11th birthday and you were beyond excited.

your mom had been planning your party for weeks. making sure the theme you wanted was going to be perfect. she invited all of your friends from school, including your two best friends, scott and stiles.

you met scott and stiles in 2nd grade. you tripped and fell onto the wood chips as you were running toward the swing set. as tears blurred your eyes, you heard rapid footsteps coming toward you.

two boys bent down beside you and asked if you were okay before scott ran off to find a teacher. stiles stayed by your side reassuring you that you were okay. and from then on, you guys were friends.

you came down the steps in a pink dress covered in flowers. your hair done and jewelry littering your arms and hands. your mom smiled as you came down the steps.

“scott and stiles are here.” you say running toward the door

“how do you know ?”

“i saw them through my window.” you say swinging the door open. a smile spreads across your features as your friends walk toward the door. you run out towards them as your mom walks out onto the porch.

“happy birthday !” they say as you run toward them. you giggle as the three of you collide in a huge hug.

“thank you.” you smile pulling away. “today’s gonna be so much fun.”

“definitely.” scott says

“happy birthday, sweetie.” melissa says walking up behind the boys

“thank you, ms. melissa.” you beam. you feel your mom place her hand on your shoulder

“why don’t you guys go out back and play until everyone gets here ?” she says

you squeal as you and the boys run around to the backyard.

it was darker out now and your party in full swing. you’ve opened presents and had cake. now, everyone was mingling around until they decided to leave.

you had been up since early that morning and you were exhausted. you were running around all day and playing with your friends. ensuring that everyone felt included and was having fun.

now, you sat on a bench that you had in your backyard. everyone was running around in front of you and parents were laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

you look to your left as someone walks toward you. you smile brightly, “hi, stiles.”

“hey.” he says sitting beside you, “are you okay ?”

“yeah.” you nod, “i’m just really tired. i was awake really early this morning.”

“oh, well you had fun today, right ?”

“of course.” you smile before you lay your head on his shoulder. he lays his head on top of yours as you sigh, “today was the best day ever.”

stiles smiles before taking a deep breath, “y/n/n, i have another present for you.”

you sit up, “really ? you didn’t have to. the teddy bear was more than enough.”

when opening your first gift from stiles, you couldn’t believe he had gotten you a bear you had been talking about for months now. your mom had been looking all over for it and couldn’t find it. but, of course, stiles did.

“well, i just wanted to get you something extra for being my best friend.” he says. you smile softly as he digs in his pocket.

he holds his hand out to you. in it was a ring made out of paper. the “diamond” was colored in to imitate the shininess.

“i made it because my dad wouldn’t let me get an actual ring.” he says as you take it from him.

“i love it.” you laugh. it truly was amazing considering an 11 year old boy made it. as you slid it onto your ring finger you held your hand out to him.

“perfect.” he says, “maybe one day i can get you an actual one.”

you smile at him before wrapping your arms around his neck. he quickly hugs you back with a small smile on his face.

•••

you and stiles laid back against his jeep on the outlook of beacon hills. the sun was setting and stiles always made it his mission for the two of you to catch it since you once brought up how you loved them.

it was something that he’s tried doing since the two of you started dating. you guys had been dating for 3 years now. since freshman year of high school and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

your 4 year anniversary was coming up and stiles had something up his sleeve. the ring he gave you for your 11th birthday held significance for the both of you. he remembers you actually wearing and taking care of the ring for a couple of weeks before the “band” ripped.

you were devastated and thought stiles would’ve hated you for ruining his gift. safe to say he wasn’t and was actually shocked at how long the ring lasted.

so, you kept the ring in the box with the other jewelry you were collecting. it now sat in the back of your phone case. it was squished now, but it didn’t matter. it was your favorite.

you watch as he sits up before looking over at you. “yes ?” you say in a sing song voice

“i have a present for you.” he says. you furrow your brows as you sit up.

“okay.” you ask, “wait, our anniversary isn’t for a few months.”

“i know, but i couldn’t keep it from you anymore.” he chuckles as you smile, “y/n, you are the most amazing person i’ve ever met. you mean the world to me and going into senior year, i just want you to know how much i love you. i don’t think scott and i would’ve made it this far with our heads still on our shoulders without you. especially me.”

you laugh as tears behind to gather in your eyes. he lays his hand on your thigh, “you remember the ring i gave you for your birthday.”

you nod as you pull out your phone turning it over. showing off the old gift. “yeah.”

he says nothing as he digs in his pocket pulling out a box. you place your phone down as he holds it out to you. “stiles.”

“open it.” he says as you take it. he watches in anticipation as you open the box. you gasp as you see a shiny ring with a small diamond in the center.

“stiles.” you say softly. you turn to him as he smiles.

“that’s what the paper ring was supposed to look like.” he jokes

he gently takes the box from you. he takes the ring out before grabbing your left hand. he slides the ring onto your ring finger.

“it’s a promise ring.” he says as he rubs your knuckles, “for now until i can replace it.”

you look up at him as a tear falls onto your cheek. he takes no time in wiping it away before cupping your cheek.

“i love you so much.” you say as you sniffle

“i love you more.” he says before leaning in and kissing you gently.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Misconduct

SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: trevor gets ejected from the last game of the season, so y/n goes to deal with the damage

warnings: cursing, not so fluffy but there is some ish

word count: ~1k

you were out of your seat the second the scrum in front of the bench ensued. you loved a good fight, and frankly, trevor had every right to retaliate. it was no longer exciting when you saw trevor still arguing with the linesman in the box. last time he did that he ended up with a two minute unsportsmanlike misconduct, so you could only imagine what price was being set for him to pay.

the second trevor was escorted out of the box you knew you had to go see him to try and settle some of the dust. you got up and barely said a word to jamie, but you knew he was following you to ensure no one stopped you from getting back there.

“are you gonna-“

“you don’t wanna know, drysdale,” you cut him off.

“i’m staying outside?”

“you’re staying outside,” you confirmed.

trevor was going to be mad. you were going to be there for him, and you were going to be sweet, but first you had to dial him down. you couldn’t gauge the situation yet, but you were prepared for the worst.

you didn’t bother knocking, because if he was 0.2 seconds away from exploding, a knock wasn’t going to be heard.

“trevor zegras, what in the name of hell happened out there?!” you shouted as you flew open the door. trevor whipped his head around over to you. he was still in his jersey and pads, but his bucket and gloves had been thrown into his stall.

“what happened out there?! you saw what happened out there! i was checked and ended up with a penalty! the linesman—“

“i saw the shove, z! i get it, i really do. but you still fought, and that’s what gave you the roughing minor! which isn’t a big deal! danault got two for roughing with you! i don’t know what the fuck grant did, but at least he accepted his!”

“i didn’t—“

“uh huh, no sir, i am not finished!” you growled. trevor was still fuming, but he stood down. “what happened to the heart to heart with dallas, huh? you came home and had one with me about cutting down on your penalty minutes, too! tripping, hooking, interference, i don’t care about those! i know i post about your penalties and cheer for the fights; and fights are okay, they happen. it’s the arguing with the linesman and refs that is getting you in trouble and puts a damper on your name.”

“i know that,” trevor sighed, finally sitting down.

“do you? do you know how much it hurts seeing people talk shit about you online? calling you immature? when older players act the way you do, it’s encouraged. but you know what they don’t frequently do? argue with linesman. get multiple unsportsmanlike misconducts. you deserve to be angry right now, but you need to realize that the second half of what you did tonight was not okay. you are one of the best people i know, and have been since the day i met you. you can be sweet and nice! i’ve seen you have casual conversations with linesman! but they pick on you and give you extra penalties that might not be deserved because of this reputation you’re building.”

trevor didn’t answer. he saw in his stall with his head down, hands clasped, and right knee shaking like a storm. you sighed and knelt down in front of him.

“can i touch you?” you asked gently. you took his hands and pulled them apart to hold them in your own when he nodded. “i’m upset with you. i’m not mad, but i’m not all that happy. and i hate that you’re angry right now because this isn’t how your last game of the season should be and i’m so sorry that it is. you deserve better than this, my love, but to get better, you have to be better.”

trevor squeezed your hands and nodded.

“i know,” he said low.

“can i sit next to you? or are you still cooling off and need me in front of you?”

“i want you to sit next to me.”

you squeezed his hands again as you stood up. trevor scooted over in his stall and put his head on your shoulder the second you sat down. it was a bit uncomfortable with his shoulder pads, but it was worth it. you traced up and down the veins on his arms and breathed with him in silence to help him calm down.

hearing the silence, jamie took the risk of cracking open the door, “hey, is everything okay? jonesy and carrick have been out here for a while now.”

“what the hell did they do?” you laughed.

“we fought a little too much!” you heard jonesy yell, getting a laugh out of you.

you allowed the three of them to enter, giving a kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek as you got up to allow the boys to do whatever they needed in the locker room in peace.

“do we get kisses, too?” jonesy joked. you rolled your eyes and stood on your toes to kiss both of the newly ejected ducks, and gave one to jamie, too, before slipping out.

“will we make the post?!” carrick called out.

“you’ll make the caption!” you yelled back.

all you heard were the cheers and high fives as you walked out the door. it was a mess of a season, and this was a mess of a night, but at least your boys had their team.

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amyispxnk · 6 months

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Be strong like you should've been.

Summary: You're grieving already and you almost lose Joel. You're not gonna let that happen.

A/N: if I can be bothered and people care enough I might make this into a multiple part slowburn thing

Joel Miller x f!reader, platonic!Ellie Williams x f!reader

Word count: 2009

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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Frankly it was embarrassing.

Embarrassing when you would be walking through the forest, Ellie's puns from that dumb book becoming muffled as your thoughts clouded your mind once more, and the two of them noticed you were crying before you did, the realisation making you quickly wipe away the tears you pretended didn't even spill.

Embarrassing when you bolted upright from your sleep in the early hours of the morning, panting heavily and feeling the dried tears on your face as you saw her staring at you awkwardly, averting her gaze as soon as yours met it and staring into her can of food. You didn't miss the feeling of his gaze burning holes through you either.

Embarrassing now as you sat before Joel, fumbling for a med-kit or anything of use in your bag.

"Shit!" You cursed as the latch on the box came undone by itself, causing the roll of gauze to unfurl across the floor.

Ellie was scrambling to help get it back together as he groaned in pain, fingers digging into his palms.

"I'm so sorry, fuck, okay it's gonna hurt. I'm sorry." Your voice quivered at the end of the sentence as you choked on a sob, willing the tears away as they gathered at your waterline.

"You gotta hurry up!" Ellie said in a panicked voice, hands already reaching for your pistol as you tried your best to tend to Joel's wound. It wasn't anything detrimental, but they got him in the leg with a bullet and thats why he was currently on the floor, feeling useless since he genuinely couldn't move or get you both away from the danger.

"No, Ellie listen! Just give me that. You stay here, okay? I'm gonna get them away and then you-"

"Absolutely fucking not." He gritted, already reaching for his rifle.

"Joel, you can't move. I need to get them away." You argued, handing Ellie the supplies as you got up. He couldn't really stop you now and you all knew it.

She nodded slowly at your instructions, feeling a little weird since she was going against Joel's order by doing so, but taking the med-kit anyway and accepting your pistol as you told her it was 'strictly for an emergency' and to 'just focus on getting out of here'.

You waited until the pair had safely made some distance before you left the barricaded room, sneaking outside the other way as you hid behind a crate. The gunfire had quietened down when the raiders lost you, so you figured the best way to go about this was to kill them as quietly as possible.

You listened out for their voices and footsteps and crept up behind your first victim, jumping up and clasping a hand over his mouth before driving the blade into his neck, laying him on the ground and quickly moving on.

You did the same with three more, until you got to the fourth one. You had just stabbed him and you were holding him up until he died when another one of the men came behind you, foolishly stepping on a bottle and giving you just a split-second extra of time to evade his attack. You quickly moved to the side and dropped the man, leaving him to choke and gasp on the floor as you reached for your gun, firing it rapidly at the man across from you. He fell to the floor as you heard the shouts of at least a dozen other men once they'd heard the gunshots. So much for being quiet.

You darted out the door, running across the outside of the building and quickly looking around for Joel or Ellie, seeing neither of them. Good, you thought. That means they got away.

After ensuring they were safe and far enough from the building, you made a break for the forest nearby, praying that that was where they went. It would be the most logical decision, as Joel couldn't get much further fast enough.

You fired blindly at this point, just wanting to hit anything to slow your attackers down, barely even stopping when you got to the forest until you noticed a marking on a tree. It was a little design that Ellie noticed on a patch on your backpack one day, asking you about it. It was something from before the Outbreak even, an old design on it which lead to a long enthusiastic conversation about life before the world ended. She had remembered it and wanted you to be able to tell they were nearby without anyone else knowing. Smart girl.

You concealed yourself behind a few trees as you waited for the sounds to dissipate, reloading your ammo and wiping your knife.

It must've been almost 2 hours before you finally got back to them, immediately going back to worrying over Joel, and Ellie now too.

"Did you get hurt when I was gone? Did you stop the bleeding? I should've told you to clean the wound too, did you do that? Fuck." Words spilled out of your mouth as you frantically checked the two of them for injuries, until you felt Ellie's hand on your shoulder.

"It's fine. We're fine. I stopped him bleeding and neither of us got hurt. Chill out, man." She chuckled slightly at the end as you finally calmed down.

"I'm so sorry." You sighed, standing up and going to get some food out of your bag.

"If he can't move, then we'll have to stay here for the night. Can't say it'll be very safe, but I'll stay up and keep watch, okay?"

"I can walk fine." He countered, getting up with a heavy groan of difficulty before leaning against the tree.

"You sure about that old man?" Ellie teased, finding his struggle kind of amusing now that you were all out of danger and okay.

He gave her a look before turning to you.

"C'mon, gimme that." Joel reached for his bag, making you swiftly pull it away from him.

"Absolutely. Not. It's gonna make you even slower, and if you want to move we have to do it quick." You said, gesturing to the sun which was already making its descent to below the horizon.

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After that you got quiet. The three of you found an empty house which you barricaded before giving Ellie and Joel some food before she went up to bed and it was just the two of you in the living room.

"Y' should eat somethin'." He muttered, breaking the silence which had enveloped you after Ellie left.

"And you should get some rest." You argued, your back to him as you stared through the window, hands ready on your gun to shoot at anything you didn't like the look of.

You had been too weak lately. You let it get the better of you, and you got distracted. Now you were paying the price. She would've been disappointed in you.

You had lost your older sister almost 2 months ago now, and it still hurt just as bad as it did on the day. It was right before you left the QZ when you had snuck out with her to go watch the snow by your lake, wanting to enjoy it without the sound of gunfire and the bothersome guards on your ass every 5 minutes when you were outside and not doing something useful.

She had taken you there spontaneously, normally you would have planned a little better for this trip but neither of you expected it to snow so beautifully and she really wanted to take you.

But it was truly amazing, and definitely worth the risk, you concluded. The lake was still slightly frosted over as January was just coming to its end, tree branches and bushes had dustings of snow adorning them, and you both had a lot of fun building snowmen and making snow angels that night.

On your way back, you had to go through an old town which you had cleared last month.

It wasn't clear anymore.

One second you were creeping through a house and the next rotten teeth were sinking into her flesh as you watched in pure horror. Horror which quickly turned to rage as you raised your gun and shot the clicker once, twice, three, and four times in the head, watching it twitch before crumpling on the floor.

She had forced you to kill her so she wouldn't end up like that.

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You shook your head, shuddering at the memory before getting up and walking over to him.

"Let me check it." You told him before slowly pulling up his left pant leg and undressing the wound. Ellie had clearly done her best at patching him up, but it needed to be fixed up a little.

You worked quietly as he watched, tying the final bit of gauze and cutting off the excess before standing up again. You looked down at him.

It had been too close. Too fucking close. He literally fell whilst you were running away and you had to pick him up again, dragging him to the nearby room whilst shooting at the hunters. Blood poured out of his leg and you thought he was really going to die. You fucking blinked and he was on the brink of death. Just like she was.

"What's up with you lately?" He asked, having noticed the clear change in your attitude. You had known him before this whole adventure began, having done deals with him a few times and him having known your sister too. He didn't actually know she was dead though, having asked where she was when you turned up at his place one day and all you responded was that she had to leave for something, leaving it at that.

Then Ellie came along and you set off for the Fireflies, almost halfway through your journey now.

"I'm fine. You should honestly get some rest Joel."

"You're not fine." He said, grunting as he got up and walked over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You can talk t' me. I don't know if you're scared or what, but don't be. 'm here for ya." He assured you. He wasn't great at this whole comforting people thing, but he'd try for your sake.

"Cassie, she-" you began after a brief pause and he immediately tensed. Of course he sensed something was wrong all those weeks ago when you turned up without her, it wasn't like you to go anywhere alone but there you were, alone at his door.

"She's gone, Joel." Your voice cracked again as you finally let yourself cry, your entire body shaking with sobs as he turned you round and pulled you tight into him, rubbing your back soothingly and shushing you.

"Oh, sweetheart.." He didn't know what to say. You and Cassie were as close as sisters could be, he knew that. He knew how much you loved eachother and how you had stayed so strong these past 8 weeks amazed him.

"I'm sorry." You choked out. "I should've been faster earlier, I- I let you down."

"Shh, you didn't. You were so amazing out there. Don't say that." He said softly, moving back slightly from you and brushing your tears away with his thumbs. "You did the best you could, and that was enough. You didn't do anything wrong sweetheart, okay?"

You nodded slightly, gaze moving to the floor before he tilted your head upwards and looked at you.

"You should really go to sleep." You mumbled.

"I'll stay up with you." He offered.

"It's not gonna do us any good if both of us are tired tomorrow."

Joel sat back down on the couch with that. "Well I'm gonna stay up until you fall asleep, 'cause I know you will." He teased, making you let out a watery laugh before wiping your face again.

"Okay, I'm gonna go clean my face then."

"I'll be waitin'." He responded as you walked up the staircase.

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Thank you SM for reading, I hope you liked it! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller angst #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller x f!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou hbo #joel miller hbo #amyispxnk fics

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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Hello smooches! Before I begin, I wanted to say I LOVED your fragile reader story! And I can’t stop rereading everything you write about dottores beloved because it makes me feel so fluffy inside🥹🥹. Though I was expecting a sad ending it still made me cry like a baby and now I wanna fight but also hug you for how freaking talented you are!!! I swear I wish I could write as amazing as you do!

Now back to business, (ANGST) I had this random thought of fragile reader going blind due to their illness. Like it started slowly, so reader would randomly bump into things or trip causing Zandik or the clones to lightly scold them for being so clumsy but also make sure they’re okay. Or struggling to read one of the stories to little zandy due to how strangly blurry the words were.

And once one of the clones who was assigned to check their health, quickly noticed the deteriorating sign of the readers sight. This of course led to Zandik doing multiple tests and scans, coming to conclusion this was part of the disease fragile reader has. Preforming eye surgery on his beloved wasn’t an option either due to how frail their body was and it would cause far too much strain, therefore deemed too risky.

This would of course lead to fragile reader going fully blind and more in an upset state. Now officially no longer able to see those beautiful red eyes of his, or marvel at his creations.

Dottore however, despite being disappointed by this new obstacle, he doesn’t give up finding a cure. Going the extra mile to have fragile reader escorted around the halls of the lab by one of the clones and having them memorize the place so they don’t bump into walls or randomly end up in dangerous rooms. They would even round some of the edges of tables and desks so fragile ready couldn’t hurt themselves by bumping into it and ensuring all dangerous objects were out of the walk way. Though fragile reader wouldn’t be able to go in the lab anymore due to so many sharp objects and tripping hazards they always find themselves somehow inside leading to the clones panic and escorting them back to their room.

I like to imagine zandy too holding readers hand while escorting them around or even foxttore tugging on reader’s leg and leading them back after getting lost.

Dottore or one of the clones would have reader place their hands on his face allowing them to feel every scar and crevice, and brushing their fingers against his fluffy hair. He would even take fragile readers hand and place it over one of his creations (the safer ones), allowing them to figure out what it is.

Anyways have a wonderful year and thank you so much for the Dottore thoughts I’ve been inhaling them in as of it were oxygen. 💝💝

AHHH!! ❤️❤️ Thank you so so much!! I'm really happy you enjoy my Dottore hehe the goal is to make you feel very very fluffy!! >:) Here's my obligatory *hugs you* ofc ewjfbww I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY BUT PLEASE. I JUST LOOKED AT YOUR ART AND IT'S SO DELICIOUS I'M GONNA EAT IT?? I WISH I COULD DRAW LIKE THAT DOTTORE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING?!?! (BUT REALLY YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME FOR THE DOTTORE THOUGHTS!!)

But omg this whole brainrot is just... 💔 It's just one of those things you'd never thought would happen to you. Your illness had already taken so much from you, that you thought it couldn't steal anything else... you were wrong of course, fate had never been kind to you. You didn't pay much attention to the developing blurs or black spots, just chalking it up to being tired or whatever. However, the segments are extremely attentive to your sudden changes and don't let anything slip by them. Although this time it is already too late. There is nothing that can be done that wouldn't hurt you even more, and so you lose your visual window to the world. And though the segments and Dottore try to comfort you, what can they say that could make it better? Nothing would ever make up for losing such a crucial part of your life. They can only hold you as you cry about how scared you are to lose them. And how you want to wake up every day to them but now a part of that is taken away, no longer being able to see their beautiful faces.

In the beginning, without your sight, you have the need to either consistently hear Dottore's voice or hold a part of his body to feel reassured, otherwise, you feel terrified and alone. You don't want to be by yourself, you end up falling asleep on a segment or Dottore every night. It's very hard for you to navigate but thankfully your lovers are very patient and understanding. You miss going into the lab and bothering them with the experiments but at the least, you can listen to their voices. Their voices become much more special to you after losing your vision. You really start to notice how each of them has different tones, pitches, inflections... and how these things can change. Since you can't read their expressions or body language anymore. You love each of their voices immensely. And their warmth too... it makes you feel reassured. (They make sure to warm their hands just for you.) Unfortunately, the places you can walk around to are a lot more limited due to the fact that Dottore's lab in general is a whole safety hazard. Good thing is that Zandy is always willing to help,, I imagine he's always the one to read to you now... maybe you can't see his drawings anymore but he always takes your hand and places it over them... excitedly telling you about his childish drawings that you love so much!! Giggles the Puffttores as well... dozens of them crawling up your leg to stop you... they and Foxttore will defend you to the DEATH.

You definitely become a lot more touchy, and the clones won't stop you from touching them all over if that will make you feel better. Aww you guessing his new inventions 🥹 It would totally become a guessing game and he'd refuse to give you any hints! And even though you may not be able to see his beauty anymore, you vow to never forget the picture of him in your head.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #when i read this for the first time i just died (for good reasons)#soft... im imagining the fluff where reader gets their vision back nowww 😭#BUT THANK U AGAIN UR WORDS AND THIS BRAINROT MADE ME SMILE VERY MUCH

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scarisd3ad · 1 year

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To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader]

Chapter one - the archer

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

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Fifty-four days it's been fifty-four days since the initial outbreak. I am trying to remember how I got here with this group by a quarry just a bit out of Atlanta. It's all jumbled together: how my roommate got infected, how I got out of the city, how Shane found me stumbling towards their camp. There were many people here, enough to keep each other protected. We had a couple cars and tents, guns and weapons. Some of us go out for supply runs every now and then just to pick up food and other essentials.

There's a couple kids here too. I don't know how they can play around and be happy-go-lucky after what they've seen. All the people here are lovely except for a few I don't bother with because I'm scared of them. Like Daryl and his brother Merle, those two motherfuckers scare me. They both have heavy Southern accents, and I swear they do drugs. Since we were running low, Daryl, Shane, and Glenn had gone into the city to grab some extra food for the camp.

It was starting to get dark. I'm sitting in a lawn chair by the fire with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. They had been out for about 3 to 4 hours when we heard the sounds of cars pulling up. Everyone turns around to ensure it's them and not some random person. It is them, though.

They all get out with backpacks full of things like food and water. If we're lucky, they'll bring back some toys for the kids, new clothes, and even random little gadgets. Some kids ran up to the cars as the three men got out. I turn back around, staring at the fire.

I don't know what day it is, what time, or what month. It's starting to get dark. The walkers are way more active at night, so I always try to get into my tent as soon as the sun begins to go down. Amy walks over and sits next to me. Amy and I get along well because we're the same age. "You alright?" She asks I shrug in response. Sometimes, I just think, think, and think, which makes me go down the rabbit hole of asking myself, why me? Why was I here? Why was this happening? What did I do to deserve this? "Just a bit hungry, y'know?" I whispered.

We don't get to eat three meals a day like we used to anymore, and my body was still getting used to the scarce amount of food. "Me too," she whispers back. I watch as Shane walks back towards camp with Lori and her son Carl. Carl has short brown hair, blue eyes, and freckled cheeks. You'd often mistake them for a family, but they're not. Apparently, Shane was a cop and was Lori's husband's partner before the outbreak. Lori's husband died, so Shane's taking over. Carl has a brand-new toy car in his hands, which he's showing off to Sophia, Carol and Ed's daughter. She's got an almost strawberry-blonde bob, brown eyes, and freckles.

"Hey." I see Daryl standing before me with a package of instant noodles. My brows furrow, confused because I've never really spoken to him. His hair is short, like he had a buzz cut, but it's grown out, and he has blue eyes. I wasn't going to lie. He was a handsome man, just kind of scary at times. "Hi?" I say in more of a questioning tone. "I, um, got ya this while we were out," he said, tossing me the package. I smiled. That was sweet. "I heard ya talkin' bout missin' it, so I just..." he said, trailing off. "Wow, thanks, Daryl," I say with a giggle. He nods but quickly walks off to his brother. "That was cute," Amy says, and I roll my eyes. "Okay..." I sigh as I pat the package of noodles. "...I will admit that was actually really sweet." I sigh as I lean my head back. The sun is getting lower. "you gonna head out?" She asks. I nod as I push myself up out of the chair. "Night Am's," I yawn as I walk toward my tent.

I unzip my tent and step in. I try to make my tent feel as comfortable and at home as possible. So, I have bunches of pillows and blankets I've brought and collected throughout the month or two we've been going through this. I sit crisscrossed on my sleeping bag and zip my tent back up. I sigh as I lay back, placing the package of noodles with all of my other belongings. (Books, clothes, and other things I managed to grab before fleeing my apartment.)

I began to think about Daryl, realizing I never expected him to be that sweet. Especially to someone he's barely talked to. He was usually hot-headed. Both he and his brother had unpredictable tempers. That was Nowhere near the Daryl I had spoken to earlier. I don't remember falling asleep, but I shot up in a cold sweat. I don't even remember the dream, but I instinctively grab my knife. I listen closely to make sure I don't hear any walkers before unzipping my tent and crawling out. The fire is still blazing, and I can see Glenn sitting in front of it. It's definitely early morning.

I could tell by the sky. I walked through the overgrown grass, it tickles my lower legs as I did so. I sit next to Glenn and sigh as the heat of the fire hits my face. "Hey," I say quietly. He looks up at me and smiles. "Hey, y/n/n. Can't sleep?" He asks. I nod slightly as I lean back in the chair, I'm sitting in. "nightmare," I whisper. He nods. "Same, can't close my eyes without seeing a Walker. "I lean my head against his shoulder. Glenn was the first person I was open to talking to once I got here. I was too scared of the others, but Glenn was the sweetest guy I've ever met.

"Do you ever think about how it was before?" I ask, and he nods. I think about it all the time: what if this never happened? Would I still be going to college; would I still be living in my shitty apartment. Sometimes, I think about how I would've never met Glenn or Amy if this had never happened. "Yeah, all the time," he whispers as he grabs my cold hand, warming it up. "Do you miss it?" I say, turning my head. He nods. "of course I do..but if this never happened, I'd never have met you." I nod with a smile and a laugh. "You're like my best friend, y/n," he says, and I laugh as I bury my head in his shoulder. "You should go back to bed," Glenn whispers. I nod, lifting my head off his shoulder. "I'll see you later," I say, pushing myself off the chair. "Love you!" Glenn shouts as I walk away.

"Love you too!"

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mirkwoodmunson · 1 year

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So I don’t know if you write for steve or not but if you do, could you do a steve x sick reader please? I have the flu and I’m dying

i’ve never written for anyone but eddie so i hope i do steve justice!!! thank you for the request, anon, i hope you feel better soon!!

“anything funny, just… the dumbest comedies you can find…”

“…’dumbest comedies?’”

“don’t question my needs, harrington, i just gotta numb my brain out… oh, speaking of, can you pick up some tylenol on your way?”

“that i can do. might have to ask robin about the comedies… what exactly counts as, ‘dumb comedy?’”

“i dunno, like… howard the duck, toxic avenger…”

“…those are comedies??”

“steve!”

“okay okay okay! i got this, i got this. hang tight, i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”

you hang up the phone and cover your face with the crook of your arm, spread out in your bed. despite your discomfort, you couldn’t help the grin — steve always had that effect on you. he’d called to check in on you, see if he could bring you anything after his shift at family video, and aside from your other requests, really all you needed was him to rub your back. maybe pet your hair a little.

the thought of it was enough to lull you to sleep, as the next thing you knew it felt like you were waking into a heavy dream, that familiar weight at your back scritching comfortable spirals against your spine to get you to wake up.

“steeeeve,” you whine, and his response is a soft breath of laughter.

“got that right,” he murmurs, and then you hear the sound of a plastic bag rustling, rattling of tapes in their cases, followed by soft footsteps padding around your carpet as steve heads to your little vcr tv.

in no time at all he’s got airplane! playing on the screen, before heading out of your room for a few minutes and returning with a large glass of water and meds cupped in the other hand. he sets it all down on your bedside, and then coming to your side he kisses your forehead, tucking hair over your ear.

“think you can sit up for me?”

your response is a tired whine, to which steve just chuckles before kissing you again. he aids your slow movements in shifting up and leaning back against the headboard, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and pulling another over your legs. rather than watch the movie, you just smile softly and watch him.

his face is set with determination, a light pucker of focus at his lips as he ensures your comfort before picking the water and medicine back up, handing you the meds first and then the glass of water once they’re in your mouth. he grins when you wash it all down and take some extra sips.

“there ya go! robin said this was the good shit, so. get ready to feel… y’know. not sick. hopefully.”

“can’t wait,” you murmur weakly with a thumbs up. steve breathes a chuckles and strokes your hair before turning and picking his things up as though he’s getting ready to leave. you pout.

“steve,” you mewl with nasally insistence. he turns with a raised brow. you pout harder, holding your blankets open in silent invitation. at the sight he grins and shakes his head a little, like he can’t believe how cute and sweet you are. he comes to you with another kiss to your cheek.

“thought i was just gonna leave you like this? no way. i’m making you soup and crackers, and we’re watching dumb comedies all day. i’ll be right back. promise.”

he picks his things up again, procures a can of your favorite soup from the bag, and then heads out of your room for a short while.

and he keeps his promise, of course. he nestles into your blanket cocoon beside you, holding you into his side as you slurp your hot soup and watch the small screen with heavy eyes. he has to act fast at one point to catch the empty bowl as it begins to slide from your fingers, setting it aside before leaning forward a bit to check your face.

you’re passed out against his chest with the most serene expression, snoring gently with your lips cracked open, cheek pressed into him. steve slides down a bit to lay you back, holding you against him all the while and tucking his warm smile into your hair, slowly dozing off with you.

#i’m so sorry this took me a bit and it’s so short i’ve been in such a brain funk the last few days!!!!!!#i hope this is okay anon and thank you for waiting!!!!!!#and for the request!!!!#might be the one and only time i write steve i feel like i’m just in eddie mode the whole time and steve’s personality doesn’t make it thru😞#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington sickfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #mine

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spectralquartzafterdark · 6 months

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Okay you're gonna drop that without Ratchets fantasy??? 😤 come on give up the goods!!

Ask and ye shall receive.

Hungry Eyes - Ratchet's POV

She’s wearing that dress again. The short one with the strawberries on it.

Ratchet’s optics follow Rosie as she runs from one side of the room to the other. She’s so beautiful…

Focus, Ratchet thinks to himself as he turns back to the report he’s working on. Meanwhile, Rosie is at his pedes chirping and humming away before running back to her station once more. She’s hyper today, running around with no signs of stopping. Ratchet is trying to work, he really is, but he can’t help but look back at her while she works.

She runs up the stairs to a platform, where she’s optic-level with Ratchet. She doesn’t say anything to him but he once again looks up from his own work. He wishes she would notice him, give him the time of day. He even got a new paint job to impress her. Even his comrades all complimented him that day. But he will never admit those feelings out loud.

His optics wander to her legs. Rosie’s dress leaves little to the imagination. Her thighs are so thick; Ratchet wonders if they’re as squishy and as soft as they look. How he would love to grab at them and squeeze them as he spread them apart. He wonders how they would feel squeezing his faceplates-

Focus, dammit. His thoughts are getting harder to ignore. This report needs to be done by tonight.

Rosie runs off again and out of Ratchet’s line of sight. He stretches for a moment then turns his mind back to his report. Tonight was not a good time to fantasize…

As soon as Ratchet’s report is complete and sent off he turns to leave. The other mechs in the room pay him no mind as he slips out.

His thoughts about Rosie returned the moment he sent that report. There was nothing to stifle them anymore, and he has nothing left to do for the day. Ratchet glances around him to ensure he isn’t being followed and heads down a hall that rarely gets used. He turns a corner and leans against the wall there; he’s out of sight but he can still keep watch. He’s finally alone. His vents are loud in the silent hallway. He nearly overheated while filing his report but he couldn’t let the others know what was happening in his mind.

“Ohhh, Rosie,” He whispers to himself, “You don’t know what you do to me…”

His body moves faster than his mind for a moment. His spike is in his servo before he even realizes what’s happening. The waves of pleasure running through him encourages his fantasies.

Would Rosie’s tiny body be able to take his spike at all? Surely Megatron or Bumblebee have found a way. Or perhaps they can only use their digits. Maybe she gets so stretched full just from that. Ratchet imagines her whining with pleasure on his digits. Her tiny valve feels perfect; he’d love to feel it on his spike. Humans are so warm, it’s probably the most wonderful feeling.

Ratchet can feel his own valve starting to drip as he strokes his spike, but he is not in a place where he can deal with that extra mess. His valve will have to go ignored for now.

He lets out a sigh, trying to hold back the moan that’s threatening to spill out of him. No one usually comes in here, but he’s still not taking chances. So he keeps quiet though his mind is so, so loud.

The image of Rosie being filled with his spike is at the forefront of Ratchet’s mind now. She’s bouncing desperately, chasing after her building overload- no, for humans it’s called an orgasm. He wonders if her valve contracts around his spike, too. Such a tight, warm little hole, being filled up with his spike and his transfluid. His servos squeeze at her thighs and her backside. She’s so soft-

A moan slips out of Ratchet’s intake, bringing him back to reality briefly. He picks up his pace, chasing his own overload now. He’s so close. He imagines the sounds she makes, crying out his name, and it’s enough to push him over the edge.

Ratchet cuts off another moan, knowing it would be too loud while he rides out his overload. Another softer moan escapes him but he lets it go. He gives himself a moment to regain his composure and then heads further down the hall to a supply closet to clean up.

Now I can get back to med bay and work in peace, he thinks while he heads back up the hall to rejoin the others.

As soon as he walks through the door he’s slammed against the wall, an arm against his throat.

“Do you think I’m stupid?!”

“Ack! Megatron?!” The medic reacts. Megatron looks ‘royally pissed,’ as the humans say. How did Megatron find him? Ratchet ensured that no one followed him. Surely Megatron hadn’t caught on… Ratchet struggles against Megatron’s grip, but Megatron doesn’t back down.

“You can’t be bothered to show Rosie any respect to her face but you think you can get away with sneaking off to fantasize about her?!”

I underestimated him, Ratchet thinks. He remains silent while Megatron let his rage out on the Medic.

“She fixed me by herself when you were perfectly content with letting me die on that table. She assumes you hate her for that and she was still willing to fix you when you were nothing but a helm and a spark.”

… She thinks I hate her…?

“Yet you continue to disrespect her and treat her as if she’s inferior. And then you stare at her with so much lust you have to excuse yourself.”

Ratchet isn’t struggling anymore. He’s still processing that Rosie thinks he hates her for saving Megatron.

“You will never have her,” Megatron continues, his voice dropping low, “You will never know her gentleness the way I do. Or her strength. You will never get to know how soft her thighs are, or the little sounds she makes, or how she tastes. She will never want you, and she will never love you.”

Megatron’s old cruelty snaps Ratchet back to reality, his anger bubbling within him.

“Can’t say a warlord like you deserves her either,” Ratchet snaps back. Megatron presses his arm harder against Ratchet’s neck.

“At least I’m not a damned hypocrite.”

The two mechs stare at each other for a long time, neither wanting to give in and walk away.

“Why do you care what I do on my own time? It’s not like I’m pursuing her. She’s still all yours, Lord Megatron.” Malice and sarcasm drips from Ratchet’s voice when he uses Megatron’s former title.

“You’re disgusting,” he replies, “Next time I see you trying to look up her skirt I’m ripping out your optics myself.”

“Don’t make empty threats. I know Optimus has you on a leash.” Ratchet finally pushes Megatron away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.”

Ratchet walks away without looking back. He knows Megatron is bluffing. He knows Rosie will probably never see him. But he wonders if Megatron is telling the truth, about Rosie thinking he hates her. The thought scratches at his mind and won’t leave him alone. He’ll have to face this eventually. For now, he has more work to do.

#transformers #valveplug #ratchet #jules writes

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beware-of-eels · 1 year

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Rajbow AU where Bowie and Emma go ice skating during free skate hours at the rink Raj and Wayne work part time to help cover hockey costs

except instead of being bad at it, Bowie fully knowing how to skate- instead faking a minor (graceful) fall so that the cute rink employee with the eyebrows comes over to help him up and check on him. And maybe get his number

Got carried away thinking about this in detail so if you want the longer babbly almost-a-fic version it's under the cut lmao

[disclaimer: everything ik abt ice rinks is from going to the one at the mall like. maybe three times in my life bdbsbnxnd. I live in Texas] [i've also literally never written fanfic and so am not much of a writer but this kind of possessed me when i was bored at work so if the dialogue is bad or ooc and the tense is all off.... no its not lmao]

Anyways - Emma's decided she's going to invest in hobbies that she DIDN'T share with chase, something completely separate and away from him -- chase thinks its to impress him bc of course he does. someone send this boy to detention--and drags Bowie along "so she's not alone, obviously"

good friend that he is, Bowie goes with, and especially bc Bowie DOES know how to skate - pretty well actually. he's no figure skater/hockey player/etc, but if Bowies going to do anything in public he's going to do it well. he can make his way around the rink with ease, manage a little fancy footwork when he wants to, enough to pull a minor trick out of his hat. besides, what's the point of doing something if you can't show off a little bit? never hurts to catch someone's eye, or establish yourself to your peers as someone who knows what they're doing -- and really, Bowie's counting on his reputation to ensure those prom votes.

what Bowie didn't count on was the cute hockey boy that was handing off skate rentals to blush and stammer so sweetly when he flirted with him for the hell of it. and he really didn't count on said cute hockey boy having a shift change and heading onto the rink to fill in as ice monitor pretty soon after he and Emma start skating. Even in the flourescent lighting the boy is cute, and it doesn't take a genius to see how hockey has bulked him up - and he really was so endearing when he was flustered- so Bowie figures why not try his hand at a little more fun. And really, what better way to shoot his shot than to fake needing a little extra help from a buff hockey player?

Naturally Wayne and Raj work their stations together - their manager had tried to separate them once and was QUICK to never make that mistake again - so when they've switched out with their coworkers handling skate rentals, they're immediately out on the ice together, as loud and rambunctious as they can get away with without reprimand

if Raj is a little (not-so) secretly excited to maybe see the cute boy that winked at him earlier - Yknow, bc it made him feel excited! ...whatever that meant - then that's between him, Wayne, and the hockey gods. otherwise hes just pumped to be on the ice with his best bud. They're making their rounds, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous or against the rules that they might have to intervene, and otherwise yelling hockey metaphors and mutual encouragement as loudly as they can get away with

and right when Wayne has to slip away to separate a couple of kids trying to trip eachother, Bowie decides to makes his move

He gives emma the heads up that he's gonna slow down and try something, and does his best to fall as gracefully as he can - maintaining the look of competence is still important after all - while still doing so loud enough to garner the cute hockey boy's - Rajie?- attention. He sits on the ice a second longer than he strictly necessary, and by the time he's ready to stand back up Raj is there holding out a steady hand, bushy eyebrows pulled together in concern.

"oh my god are you okay - here I'll help you up" He looks so worried for a moment that Bowie almost feels bad for lying. Almost.

"well i'm much better now" Bowie throws the boy another wink, earning him the exact flustered face Raj had responded with before. Forget subtlety if that's the reaction he was going to get by being forward, "but I do think my ankle could use a little TLC - care to help me get somewhere to sit down?

"Uh yes! Yes of course, thats. thats what I'm here for!" Raj can feel his face heating up as he stammers under the gaze of the boy in front of him "I'm Raj, uh by the way"

And isn't he just too cute "I'm Bowie, it's nice to meet you"

Raj quickly signals to Wayne the general situation, and then solidifies himself into position to help Bowie up without falling himself. after that it doesn't take too much finagling to get bowie back up to his feet and leaning heavily on raj's shoulder and the two of them start to slowly make their way back off of the rink. Bowie can't help but smile a bit- he was absolutely right about Raj being buff, and he couldn't wait to see what else he had in store.

Raj, nervous about having a cute boy so close to him suddenly, does what he does best - fall into Hockey talk - or in this case, hockey adjacent. Hockey could be a dangerous sport - he'd helped teammates with ankle sprains plenty of times! It would probably help Bowie feel better to know that Raj has this handled "We'll have to check which part of your ankle hurts once we sit you down - just to make sure it's not a fracture. You can lean on me more if you need! its uh, you don't want to put too much pressure on it until we can take a look at it. I should have some extra stuff in my bag to wrap it up if its a sprain, and then I can see if we still have ice packs in the first aid kit! Hopefully it's just a sprain, but dont worry if it's worse I'll still make sure you're okay! When me and wayne - that's my buddy - were kids, I fractured my arm pretty bad at practic-"

Bowie had seen already that Raj was a little nervous talking to him, if plenty enthusiastic. But the sweetness of his scramble to comfort Bowie for an injury that hadn't even occured - not that he had to know that - was invigorating none the less. There was a genuineness to the boy that was refreshing, and he was sure if he was actually hurt, he would be feeling calmed and comforted by his babbling. If not for the talk about first aid, then for the earnestness in Raj's telling of his own past injuries on the ice.

Raj doesn't realize he's still talking until he's helping Bowie sit down on a bench outside near the skate rental area. "oh sorry if that was too much - I'm gonna go get the first aid kit then I'll be right back!"

He walked off quickly, glad for the chance to take a breather, and keep his head from being clouded by sharp eyes and quit witted flirting. Not to mention the bold choice of Bowie to wear a crop top to go ice skating. It certainly did look nice on him

Once Raj returns, he leans down and carefully begins checking Bowies ankle for anything serious - slowly pressing on the skin and rotating the foot to gauge maneuverability. Satisfied with Bowie's assessment that the pain wasn't too bad, he got to work wrapping his foot - Raj wasn't going to let shoddy first aid exacerbate the problem.

Looking down at the hockey player in front of him, Bowie gets to work on his own interests. "Thank you for all your help - usually I consider myself a pretty good skater, but oh well. I guess one person can't be fantastic at everything all the time," he punctuated with a large sigh, wiggling his toes when Raj motions for him to.

"Oh I'm sure you're always fantastic! I've been skating since I could walk and even I still take a tumble from time to time - that doesn't mean you aren't great! I guess mine usually come from bad checks though eh? Oh because I play hockey! I don't remember if I told you that-- A-anyways, I didn't really get to see you skate before you fell but I'm sure you're incredible. I mean you seem incredible. At skating! I mean"

Raj finally cuts himself off, hoping to end the awkardness of his own rambling. All he had to do was finish wrapping up Bowie's ankle and exit the interaction with minimal blushing - he could do that! He could hear Wayne's voice hyping him up in his head - was a snow owl, he'd faced goons bent on injuring and cross checks more than even made sense for a highschool league - he could handle getting through a conversation with a cute boy. Even if said cute boy had long eyelashes and a knowing smile and a pearl necklace expertly framing his neck.

Bowie of course could not be more pleased - it seems Raj was more than just fun to fluster. He was sweet and earnest and clearly passionate about hockey - enough that Bowie found himself actually looking forward to hearing more of Raj's confusing hockey lingo, if it meant seeing that focused look in his eyes when he started getting carried away.

"Well if you really think so, maybe you'd like to see how incredible I am some other time - when you're not working, of course"

"For sure dude! That sounds like loads of fun!" Raj's agreement comes out enthusiastic, until he look down at Bowies ankle in his hands, freshly wrapped and now with an ice pack to match "But not until your ankle's healed up - skating's great but you won't be able to if you hurt your ankle worse by pushing it." The sudden intensity of his expression betraying how seriously the boy takes his sport.

Bowie stifles a laugh "It really doesn't hurt that much, but deal. Maybe you can show me some of your fancy hockey moves while we're at it" he said liltingly. and theres that blush again, hard to see on his skin but clear as day to the boy who triggered it "in the meantime though -can I get your number?"

Raj answers without even taking a beat "Oh I'm number 8! On the snow owls, I'm actually alternate capt-" he's cut off by a gentle hand on his own where it's still holding the ice pack.

"I actually meant your phone number" bowie's ecpression is nothing but kind, so Raj doesn't feel quite so clueless when he manages out a

"Right! yes, right - here let me see your phone"

the two boys quickly exchange numbers, as Bowie continues his previous thought "But I'd love to hear all about your hockey team on our date"

"Yeah! ha, that sounds good."

The two of them stay a moment just to smile at one another, before the moment is broken-

"RAJIE! Are you doin okay there bud? Do you need some help?" "Don't worry Wayners! I'll be over in a sec!"

Raj turns back to Bowie, sheepish "I uh, gotta get back to work, do you have somebody that can take you home safe?"

Bowie presses a quick peck to his cheek, "I've got a friend here with me, no need to worry about little ole me. I'll see you soon though, handsome"

And again that blush. Raj manages to stammer through a goodbye before trudging back to the ice - doing a quick lap around at full speed to release some of his energy before returning to his best friends side. He'd tell Wayne all about it later, for now he was just doing his best not to smile too hard.

Eventually Emma finds her way to Bowie sat on a bench, carefully tying his shoes back over a newly bandaged ankle.

"sooo how'd it go? you didn't really hurt your ankle did you? because you know I'd feel awful for bringing you here if you got hurt and didn't even get a cute boy's number out of it"

"No on the injury, Yes on getting his number - let's head back to your house, I'll catch you up on the ride home"

"Yes! well I'm glad one of us had a good time - after you left Chase walked by - how did he even know we were here? He's so -"

Bowie tunes out the rest of his friends rant, he'd heard this before, and he was sure she'd forgive him for not listening if he told her he was thinking about his upcoming date with Raj. The boy really was too good, and Bowie hadn't even really had to work very hard to find that out. He found himself throwing in an occasional remark to keep Emma going as they walked, thinking about the intensity with which Raj clearly loved sports, about the simple sincerity in the way that he talked. This really could be the start of something special

Yep, the trip to the ice rink had gone better than imagined. He just needed to admit to Raj that he had fallen on purpose and all would be well.

After they were on their date, of course.

#hhhh idk if this is any good but i had to get it out of my system #td spoilers #i guess?#td reboot #td 2023 #total drama #rajbow #td raj #td bowie #total drama island #mine #if this sucks dont tell me n dadvndadk #i started this at lunch today bc i had no new orders to work on #and have spent WAY too much time tonight writing it #so im not proofreading again lmaooo #ok enough self deprecating here is a thing i did #long post

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zonerz · 11 months

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OKAY IK THIS IS A TEXT BLOCK BUT DONT PANIC! We are good JKSDKJL

So it’s been about a month since the last chapter update, my b 💀🙏BUT I have good reasons, and I realized that while I mentioned it in an A/N on the fic itself, I probably have people following me here who haven’t seen that 😭👍Better late than never tho! Putting it under a cut bc it’s a bit long my bad

I’ve had a good chunk of chapter 39 completed since I uploaded 38, but as I was writing and reviewing my stuff to ensure consistency and such, erm, well 😭I’ve hit a point where the problems I’ve had on the backburner are no longer avoidable. Additionally, by nature of how long I’ve been working on this story (4.5 years mama mia 💀💀💀) I’ve had time to think about and enhance some #Lore 😳!

Reflecting on all of this, I really think that in order for the upcoming bits to be at their best and most impactful, I need to revisit the much older chapters and make some revisions. Which I know can sound beyond frustrating, but I would rather do this and make the whole experience much more consistent and satisfying than shoehorn in a bunch of stuff late-game and feel like a rugpull yk???

The main thing that pushed me over the edge is Hiro because the track that I’ve been on regarding his background/power set up is gonna lead me into an unsatisfying and unfun corner, and that’s not what I want. So I’ve been rattling that man around for months tryna figure smth out AND I FINALLY GOT IT! His character and personality won’t be changing so no worries there! Nor will introductions or roles, but I’ve finally got something set up to explain his powers a lot more reasonably as well as being able to have a bit more classic HB callbacks :]

Essentially I’m gonna do what I did in 2021 where I have a little laundry list of things to tweak and add so that the story is at it’s best! My writing abilities have definitely improved and grown since I first started writing this fic, so I’m finally able to add or depict things I simply didn’t have the skill level for before which is SOOOOO SATISFYING !!!

Currently all chapters up to chapter 14 have been updated with new action sequences, conversations, and grammatical/pacing issues resolved to be much closer to how I always intended for them to be--also some fun little 1.20 snippets that just fit in a way I’ve always wanted! Those cherry trees were too good to not mention 💖

When I’m done I’ll be uploading the real chapter 39 in the place of the A/N one and will denote which chapters got the most notable changes :> They’ll mostly be the ones from about 8-15 I’d say tho solely because of Hiro 😭 Love that bastard but he has been a MIGRAINE to sort out for YEARS

Anyways that’s all I’ve got 😭��Thank you guys sm for reading and for your patience and apologies for the change-up, but I do think this is a good thing to do for the health of the story even if it takes a lot of extra effort and time. It’s worth doing. Very funny to feel like I’m adding patch notes to a fic tho KLJSJKLDJ Answers HD 1.5 Remix moment

anyways ty and have a good one !!!

#mcsm #minecraft storymode #answers mcsm #zone chats #sorry for the kingdom hearts joke it will happen again 💖#pulling a Nomura with these retcons by going back and putting their fixes in like they were always there ooOOoo /lh

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tvreadsandsleep · 1 year

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» Regular People AU || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » Also a high school AU. «

Attuma wanted something. Okoye could tell, immediately, from the way he’d traipsed up to her favorite table in the library, all long limbed and awkward with that goofy smile of his putting his dimples on full display. She turned away from that grin, burying her head in the textbook she’d been reading before his noisy entrance had distracted her.

He’d had a growth spurt over the summer, and, clearly, hadn’t yet gotten used to the extra inches that had been added (and seemed to keep accumulating) to his frame. She wasn’t accustomed to them either, a flush forming on her face and sometimes—okay, most times—feeling butterflies in her stomach whenever he, and his changing body, were in her presence. Like now, with him looming over her workspace.

She recalled how unnerved she’d felt when they’d first reunited toward the end of their summer break. They’d met to exchange stories of their family vacations and compare their school schedules for the upcoming semester. Instead of looking straight into his ebony eyes, their height once of equal proportions, she’d had to tilt her head back to look up into his, no longer quite as boyish looking, face. It was then the jittering in her stomach had started, the muscles cramping as her mouth had opened and closed, wordlessly.

“I know, right? It feels like I grew two feet overnight,” he’d gushed, voice pitched much lower than she’d remembered.

‘Who is this man-shaped person, and what has he done with my friend?!’ She’d posed the question, silently, in her head before pulling herself together.

Punching him in the shoulder, in an attempt to dispel her discomfort, she’d laughed.

“I guess your brothers can’t call you shrimp anymore.”

“Yup, Aapo is so upset that I’m as tall as him now,” Attuma had gone on talking, hands gesturing as he’d enthusiastically spoke about his family’s month-long beach getaway.

Okoye had only half listened, making sounds of interest when appropriate. Really, she’d been observing him, watching to ensure that the boy she’d known so well, having lived next door to one another since infancy, was still there.

She was finding that, though his body was maturing, his habits and personality had remained the same. They were two months into the semester, and, like always, he spent more time, in each class, passing notes and joking around, with his other friends, then he did paying attention to their teachers.

“What do you want, Attuma?” She inquired, annoyed with his leaning over her table. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled up, flashing her the forearms that had begun filling out with his increased time in the weight room. She groaned internally, mentally slapping herself to keep from checking out her best friend.

“Okoye, my bestest friend in the world and the prettiest girl to walk these hallowed halls—”

Groaning, this time aloud, she rolled her eyes and pushed her chair back from the table, cutting off his attempt to butter her up.

“Bestest isn’t a word,” she informed as she turned her body to face his. “Just ask your favor. My free period will be over soon, and I have to finish reading this.”

“Okay, okay.” Straightening up his posture, he clasped his hands in front of his chest. “Please, pretty please, let me copy your homework for AP Biology. I was gonna do it, but the guys wanted to go out after soccer practice and then I was too tired to get it done,” he begged, his words rushing out.

Okoye glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Please, Okoye! Ms. Udaku threatened to talk to Coach M’Baku about not letting me play in the next game, if I missed another assignment. Please!”

This caused her to soften to his plight. Attuma loved soccer, the game a passion shared by everyone in his household. She knew that he even dreamed of one day playing professionally. Though, she wished he would take his schoolwork more seriously, it would pain her to see him miss out on his favorite activity, even for just one match.

He must have taken note of her crumbling resolve because the earnest expression that had blanketed his face, during his begging, broke into a broad smile—Okoye, again, graced by his dimples.

“Please,” he sang, having the nerve to fall to his knees before her. His hands hooked onto her arms, still crossed along her chest, and he shook her gently while smiling even wider.

How that was possible, she wasn’t sure, but the indents on either side of his cheeks had deepened—crater-like and apparently dug by God to hold her backbone and pride since she could never deny him when they made their appearance.

“Get off me, and stop making that face!” She demanded. Her outburst drew the ire of the librarian, who shushed in their direction.

Okoye nodded her head in apology, mouthing the words at the woman before returning her attention to Attuma. He’d stood, also giving the strict school employee a contrite look. He then settled across from her, at the table, retaking his enthused expression: his lips upcurved with an expectant look in his eyes.

“You know I can’t resist when you smile like that,” she muttered. Frowning, she reached into her backpack. Assignment in hand, she continued speaking, voice now clear, “Don’t ask me again. I’m not going to let you copy off me anymore.”

They both knew that wasn’t true, but Okoye bluffed, putting on a semblance of control.

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #okoye #attuma #black panther wakanda forever #mywriting #attoyedailyprompt #regularattoye #THIS MAKES 30!!

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First off, happy one year! 🥳 How exciting! And a classic Poe ask game for the occasion? You know I'll be bothering you with both the girlies 🤭

Though you already know her, we're re-introducing Zenie McGlamery, a young, mixed-race Indigenous woman from the rural south who disguises herself as a man to join the paratroopers. Though Zenie herself is rather shy and reserved, her alter ego, Thomas Driver, allows her to become herself in more ways than she thought possible. Loyal until the end, Zenie is determined to make it through the war without losing anyone else that she cares about - and she just might find something more along the way. You can read about her in Like A Girl (Like A Man) on tumblr and AO3!

Thank you in advance beloved! ❤️

okay, I know we have made so many jokes about Daisy and Zenie being girlfriends however, they would be friends and no one can change my mind. Daisy knows a thing or two about keeping secrets (for better or for worse) and it's the sense of camaraderie and friendship that fuels their later actions. The foundations are there. That being said, you can all find Like A Girl (Like A Man) here on Tumblr and here on AO3! It's a great read. Now here's Zenie getting a certain combat nurse in her corner as well.

[ THE ONE YEAR INBOX GAME! ]

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Shocked was Daisy’s immediate feeling, and then shortly thereafter, impressed.

It’d been one of her and Gene’s murmured secrets, the situation that “Tommy Driver” found himself in — like the ones she and Joe were more often likely to share within their foxholes. Although, this wasn’t a matter of late-night trysts and a lack thereof; rather the basis of someone’s identity. She grabbed extra tampons and health sponges at the hospital and said nothing of it when Ginny gave her a confused look and asked casually about heavy flow.

Sure, let’s go with that, is what she wants to say, but since this isn’t exactly the time for sarcastic quips, she just nods and pretends to look miserable about the whole affair.

Second Platoon’s outpost is easy to find, even if every bombed out building in Haguenau looks exactly the same. Scurrying along quickly to ensure she isn’t bombed to hell is her first priority, so when she reaches the door she slips inside without a second thought. Sitting in foxholes in the frigid cold waiting for another round of artillery to hail down upon them was hardly the environment for “shooting the shit” — so to see them sat in rickety old chairs with cigarettes and candy bars was a pleasant change of pace.

“Sergeant Driver?” Her voice has a few different gazes shifting to her, to which she waits, expectantly. As usual, Joe’s the first to be spurred into action, calling up the stairs with a ‘Tommy, you’ve got a visitor!’ that practically shakes the house.

It takes a few moments, but he, or rather, she, comes down the stairs, shaggy dark hair peeking through his cap, helmet discarded somewhere. She gives him a smile and a wave.

“Gene wanted to do a follow-up just to see how your stitches are holding up.” A safe enough lie, Gene told her that the rest of the guys thought Tommy was just “shy”, and wholly committed to not stripping in front of the men

That was definitely a way of looking at it. But Tommy looks at her, and then nods all the same, confusion only flashing across her face for a millisecond. Daisy gives her what she hopes is an easy smile.

“Shouldn’t be too long. You boys just move around way too damn much.” She’s turning on her heel, knowing he’ll follow, and walking briskly to a building only a few doors down which she knew to be empty.

Tommy keeps step with her, and they’re quick to enter the next building, its windows caked with dirt and dust, cracks spider-webbing across concrete walls and paint peeling. Daisy waits for the door to shut before taking in a measured breath, turning on her heel. Expectantly, Tommy’s looking around for Gene.

“Okay, there’s really no way to put it delicately so I’m uh… I’m just gonna say it.” Rummaging through her bag, eyes fixed on it, it’s something to do with her hands. “Gene told me about your… your thing,” Finding the bundle of toiletries, she holds them out. Tommy looks up at her, conflicted.

“He did?” An echo, probably trying to scramble for words, an explanation probably. “I know it’s—”

“Brave,” Daisy finishes quickly, giving what she hopes is a supportive smile. “I mean it would’ve been nice to know earlier, of course. I probably would've done more. But it’s brave,” She presses the products into the other girl’s chest unceremoniously. “I also managed to snatch these from the field hospital. I don’t know how yours are fitting but they might be a little more comfortable.” The standard issue underwear that they gave to the combat nurses, which was probably a better fit.

Tommy takes those too, holding them in her hands and then lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Lieutenant Clarke,” Something about her seems to shrink, and Daisy just smiles.

“Don’t you go getting shy on me now. It was Daisy all those days in the woods, none of that has to change.” She insists. Tommy lets out a small chuckle, like she’s loosening up again, which is a pleasant sight to bear witness to. He may not have been as loud about it as Bill or Joe — but she knew Tommy was there and keeping an eye on her like everybody else.

“Zena McGlamery. Or Zenie,” she says after a moment, when they lapse into an easier silence. “That’s my actual name.” And to that, Daisy smiles — a piece of her being given over voluntarily. Daisy mutters the name under her breath once, to commit it to memory, then nods before reaching to muss up some of Zenie’s hair.

“We’ll stick with Tommy ‘till it’s just us again.” And Zenie rolls her eyes, trying to duck out of Daisy’s hand. “Pretty name though.”

When Zenie smiles at the compliment, Daisy isn’t sure how she could’ve missed something like this before. But the more she dwells on it, she concludes that it doesn’t really matter — Tommy and Zenie were evidently, one in the same, and that’s all that really mattered to her.

#. sbt’s one year #poet’s mail box #poet’s notepad #. daisy clarke #yeah this was almost 1k words #can we tell im going a little buckwild?#shifty watch out before the nurse steals your girlfriend

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Rewatching season 3 and remembering that the fight was never about Will not liking girls. Or even not playing games or staying exactly as they were forever. It started with a mention of Dustin, after all. And it’d been two years since we even saw them play DnD (which adds significance to it in season 4 but that’s besides the point). It was never about “did you think we’d stay in my basement playing games forever and not spend less time together when we got girlfriends”. It was never about “we can’t be best friends as if we’re life partners forever”.

It was “Did you really think we would all be friends forever?” That’s what hit. That’s what I felt rewatching and remembering how that seen actually felt to watch again - especially in context. To Will, Mike wasn’t saying “I need to prioritize my girlfriend sometimes too”. He was saying “this - us; all of us - was only ever going to be temporary. I knew that. Everybody but you knew that.”

It hit extra hard because of the girls line. And in hit extra hard because it was Mike. But what it was really all about was Will feeling betrayed by the idea that everybody but him thought knew that their friend group would eventually grew apart. And it’s like they left him out of the loop. And then were surprised when it hurt.

And along with that, it was like Mike saying “This was inevitable. And now it’s here.” Even if he had worried ever before, this was some confirmation - like “this isn’t just a fight or a rough patch. This is the inevitable end of our relationship.”

They made up, but still - it’s hard to recover from that. It ALSO adds weight to Will’s line at the end of the season: “What if you wanna join another party?” “Never.” He’s clarifying with Mike. This isn’t gonna end if he has any say. And Mike smiles wide. And that tells him that Mike doesn’t want it too either - or maybe that he certainly not ready to yet.

But then - again, from Will’s perspective - Mike didn’t call. And they may have sent him back into doubt: “Maybe he did mean that he weren’t at that point yet but he still believes that it’ll come. He still believes that he wants too keep me now but that there isn’t any future for us.” And so he tried when Mike visited. He was excited to see him and prove himself wrong like last time when Mike had smiled. But Mike was weird. And didn’t talk to him. And maybe that smile had just been the courtesy of a nice goodbye - not just to Lenora but their friendship. Maybe what Mike meant all along was that he loved their friendship but he was just gonna run with it and if anything came up (between them, not like monsters), he wasn’t gonna work for it. And their fight about how he didn’t keep in touch just confirmed more of that with his avoidance and shifting of blame.

But then Mike apologized. And Will even tried to take the blame - maybe because he still thought too much work and Mike would bail. But Mike didn’t take it. He took responsibility and he explained himself. He said I felt like I lost you as in I don’t want to lose you. period. And even just in apologizing like that made it clear that he was willing to put in that work. This is also why he’s speaking so casually and not looking up until the point that Mike starts saying “hey, no, I’m putting in the work to ensure that our relationship does have a future and I’m not okay with you just stalling an end.”

So now Will is more relaxed, more trusting. Before, the painting might have been an outlet for him missing Will and maybe even an offering for their friendship again - get something talk about, remind him of the good ol’ days of D&D, just stall that inevitable end a little more. But after that conversation, it was just a gift. Before it served a purpose, but what it became was just an expression of love. Which adds even more to the speech he gave - because he didn’t mean to originally give it but now that’s all the painting was for. At it means even more - hurts even more - that he gave that up. He had that security now. That’s what he couldn’t afford to lose. But he can afford to hide his love.

Even in the van scene, he says “hey, what if we had this silly, crazy future of games and riches. And it’s an unrealistic fantasy - but the riches are the unrealistic part. Not the future, right?” And when Mike said “yeah” absentmindedly, Will still felt secure enough to know not to assume that it was about that idea and instead turn to “what’s wrong - because that’s the only reason you would have responded so apathetically”.

tldr: Will and Mike’s fight in season 3 is about Will hearing Mike say that there is an inevitable end to their friendship and this is it. Their makeup comforts Will but may feel just like stalling that inevitable end when combined with Mike not calling after the make up. Then he’s excited because he wants to prove himself wrong and he makes the painting as a conversation starter or a rekindling as well as just an expression of missing him but seeing Mike again and their fight just worsens those fears - especially because he feels like if they fight again, Mike will just dart at the first sign of having to work for the relationship if he feels like it’s “run its course”. But then Mike apologizes and takes responsibility which makes Will feel secure enough to take the painting, now just as an expression of his (nonspecific) love. He mentions their future again in the van, now with enough security to check in with Mike when he’s apathetic rather than assume it’s a reaction to what he said, and he gifts the painting is El’s name because he feels like now that he’s gained the security he wanted from it, it’s just the same as hiding his love the same way he did before.

#sorry my tldr's are always ALSO long #will byers analysis #van scene #airport scene #will byers sexuality analysis

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gonna need these all for Flatline if that slides, i am doing research <3

Hello and welcome to Flatline & Love 101, I will be your lecturer for the evening. Please take a seat.

Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know?

It really depends on who I’ve decided to ship him with at the time. In terms of other OCs, I have a few ships with some friends’ OCs, but strangely nothing involving another OC of my own with Flatline. But if there were some poor random Vehicon with a crush on the mad doctor, Flatline would have no idea. It’s never his first thought that someone might actually have a thing for him, because his reputation is not particularly flattering.

Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?

Bringing him energon to make sure he refuels (eats) properly. He often forgets to take breaks while he’s working, and bringing him some fuel is not only a caring gesture, but it’s relatively unobtrusive as well. Also, please take an interest in his work, he’s itching to excitedly explain what he’s been doing and it’d make him so happy.

What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else?

From Flatline’s perspective, staying close to his beloved during a fight and making sure their injuries are dealt with quickly and efficiently is very romantic. As is getting retribution on whoever caused those injuries in the first place. Referring specifically to ShockLine, that time Flatline left Shockers an extra cube of energon and made sure he was taking breaks (Flatline’s a hypocrite, as we know).

What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC?

Being gifted a test subject when he was having trouble with a specific mixture felt super romantic to him. But also, whenever he’s firmly reassured by his partner that they refuse to recoil or run away from him in fear (even despite his best efforts), that means soooo much more to him than even he can properly process.

How successful is your OC at flirting with others?

When he tries (assuming the person he’s flirting with isn’t an especially stoic individual), Flatline’s pretty alright at it. It’s fairly rare for him to flirt with somebody though, especially initiating it, unless he’s particularly head-over-heels.

What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love?

Praise. Lots and lots of praise.

What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love?

Going out of his way to ensure that someone else is protected and safe. Flatline has made a careful circle of self-preservation for himself, and by expanding that circle to include somebody else, it shows he truly cares about them.

What do you love most about your OC?

Everything. He has rewritten my brain chemistry. Mad scientists/mad doctors are my favourite character archetype, he’s hot, and I get to enjoy putting my own robot guy amongst the other fun robots.

Does your OC have any romantic traditions?

Nothing specifically romantic, but Flatline does have a habit of coming up with a gift for someone he’s recently taken a liking to (whether that ‘liking to’ is attraction or plain admiration). Usually, this gift is something he’s cooked up in the lab to suit the recipient’s needs, because Flatline prides himself on his scientific skills.

Does your OC have a “type”?

Big weird guys!! Give it up for big weird guys!!! If they spark his curiosity (pun intended), have a noticeable amount of strength, and especially if they have some intelligence to go with it, you can bet that Flatline will have a thing for them.

How does your OC feel about public displays of affection?

Small displays are okay, he tends to act lovey dovey around his partner/s and some physical affection comes with that. Bigger displays of affection though, he would rather reserve for private moments.

What is your OC’s favorite nice thing to do for themselves?

Flatline’s favourite thing to do for himself is to curl up with a cube of hard grade and a nice book or something equally relaxing. He likes the peace and quiet - not to mention the privacy - of doing this little routine of his every so often.

How does your OC determine that they’re attracted to someone?

That rush where his spark pulses so fast it might burst and the air rushes from his ventilation systems. He keeps being drawn to them, and he’s utterly fascinated with who they are and what makes them who they are. He wants to know them inside and out.

Does your OC believe in soulmates?

Flatline believes that soulmates are made, not assigned. You find the person you love, and you forge that connection, with your bare hands if you have to.

What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic?

Destroying each other’s enemies and serving their heads on a silver platter. A gift-wrapped case of military-grade corrosive acids. Flatline is a Decepticon scientist, so as you might expect his tastes are generally a little unconventional.

#Flatline (OC)#thank you for asking!#I LOVED ANSWERING THESE TY FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY GUY #I hope they're helpful to whatever research you're doing :)#long post #tagging just in case

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LEGO On A Budget 2024 #8: 60428 Space Construction Mech & 31145 Red Dragon

Peak has been acquired. Although we still got 2 more blogs after this, I think nothing will top what you're about to see right here. Just watch.

LEGO City - 60428 Space Construction Mech

Okay first of all, how cool is the space theme? Honestly, every time I go to the Kruidvat and see the more expensive Space sets, like the 4+ Spaceship and Asteroid Discovery one or better yet, the Insterstellar Spaceship, I have to pinch myself to ensure I don't throw away another 18 bucks then and there. This one didn't seem as compelling at first, but that's the budget life, baybee.

This is just the Ninjago set but better. I mean. The fact you got a couple extra small builds instead of merely some minifigs definitely adds to the experience to me. You may miss the cool swords, yet you get compensated plenty with how unique many of the pieces are. In terms of the mech itself, I find them to be fairly even, though considering the Space Construction Mech's more formidable amount of pieces, I am giving the edge to this one. It manages to be a bit more stable to stand upright, and it has the cool little gimmick of being able to move the left hand's fingers more or less freely.

Ninjago felt more unique, yet this was ultimately the more fun set to put together. A 'stellar' finale to LEGO City's pretty stacked budget lineup of early 2024. Haaaa.

LEGO Creator - 31145 Red Dragon

Oo hoo hoo. Hoohohohoo. Hohohoho.

Yeah I love Creator 3in1. Such a novel concept, essentially tripling the value of your purchase by giving ya 3 things to build. Of course, the two builds that aren't the focus are gonna be smaller, but all that matters is what design you prefer. You're still getting your money's worth.

Gonna start off with the smallest and my personal least favorite, the fish. And even THEN, this one is still excellent! It feels rather nice and chunky in the hands, like it's definitely a substantial build. Plus, there's plenty of movable parts too, like, everything you expect to move *does*. Certainly left a solid first impression, and this is the bottom.

The bird is certainly a bit less unique as there's plenty of LEGO birds around I feel, and the idea of it flapping it's wings isn't AS compelling to me. The extremely adorable design more than makes up for it though. Look at it. Lil goofy cartoony bird. I really liked having this as a lil decoration for a couple days while I was busy doing birthday things.

But here comes the bingus. The dragon from the cover. He thwarts all with his imposing (not actually imposing) size. Flexible arms and legs that look better than any other one so far. Flexible tail and wings, too. Hell, you can even open and close his mouth as was shown on the box. Extremely impressive and very cute to boot! The only mild concern is that it doesn't stand upright as easily as some earlier sets. Oh well, at least it ain't one of those Friends minifigs.

Current rankings:

The Space Construction Mech would've been number 2 at worst if it wasn't for the absolute delight that is the Red Dragon and co. It's a very cool set, maybe a touch boring for a Space theme, yet still very flexible and solid, with loads of unique pieces. Well worth adding to your extraterrestial collection.

LEGO Creator is quite handily my favorite theme, though. The value for money is rather extreme. For 9 bucks, you get two slightly smaller builds that look goofy and fun, AND a similarly cutesy dragon that can be messed with however you desire. 100% my favorite build by a long shot, it's not even on the same level as all the others. If there's any budget set to buy, it's this one. Same with most other Creator sets, honestly.

Creator - 31145 Red Dragon

Friends - 42608 Tiny Accessories Store

City - 60428 Space Construction Mech

City - 60411 Fire Rescue Helicopter

Marvel - 76275 Motorcycle Chase: Spider-Man vs. Doc Ock

Ninjago - 71805 Jay's Mech Battle Pack

Super Mario - 71428 Yoshi's Egg-cellent Forest

Friends - 42606 Mobile Bakery Food Cart

DREAMZzz - 71471 Mateo's Off-Road Car

Friends - 42607 Autumn's Baby Cow Shed

City - 60401 Construction Steamroller

City 4+ - 60410 Fire Rescue Motorcycle

City - 60400 Go-Karts and Race Drivers

Friends - 42612 Cat Playground Adventure

Minecraft - 21251 Steve's Desert Expedition

City 4+ - 60399 Race Car

Just two more sets left that I could actually review very soon. I'm excited to be done, my retro games have been giving me a stink eye for like 3 months now. The final FINAL post related to LEGO is scheduled for a later time, when i've already resumed the reviews of that OTHER major hyperfixation.

#minuy600 #review #lego #lego review #lego city #lego creator #lego space #ranking list

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