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sofiaaaaaaaa03 · 3 years

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Title: Comms

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN! Teen reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: PG

Warning: Cursing, mention of wounds, blood, scared Mando.

Description: In an unexpected raid, Din finds himself unable to find his foundlings and searches for them.

Request: Hey! I love your stories and thought that I would submit a request myself. So this is about Din having a teen foundling/adopted child. They’ve known each other for a little over a year now and even if they don’t show it a lot they’ve grown attached to each other. So this particular story would be about the foundling nearly dying and Din being a scared Dad (I hope you get what I’m going for. Kind of a fluff/Angst story with comforting afterwards😅)

A/N: I'm so sorry this took forever to write, I've been travelling and my computer has been messing up so I have not had time to write at all. Anyways, here it is! I hope it's to your liking. It took me awhile for inspiration to hit but I am pretty happy with how it ended up. Enjoy!

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“Okay kid, what do we do when we get in trouble?”

“Call for help and signal our location.”

Call for help and signal your location. That was all you were supposed to do, the one rule Din gave for you before he took you along with him anywhere outside of the safety of the Razor Crest. He considered himself lucky that you rarely wandered off without letting Din know where you were going, and that you always seemed to be able to handle most dangerous situations on your own. Maybe it was because you fretted to be too much of a bother for Din, seeing as he took you in almost a year ago when he could have easily left you. Din didn’t see it that way, if he was honest. You were valuable to the group, taking care of Grogu and the ship when Din could not, and he believed it his duty to protect all on the ship. Only once or twice did you call for him, and he was quick to come to your aid.

He did not think that today would be the day where his timing risked your life.

The Mandalorian found himself aiding a local trading village with a raider issue in exchange for information about a bounty he’d been pursuing. He’d led a group of men over to what they’d suspected to be the raider’s hideout and set up for an ambush. The Entrance of the cave’s dunes felt barren, and only after the mens’ legs grew sore from crouching and backs ached from huddling in the dark was it that Din began to suspect something was wrong. The quiet environment was abnormal behavior to the raiders he’d encountered before, no doubt this specific group would be any different.

“They’ll see you!”

Startling the men surrounding him, Din shot into the air and stalked the vicinity. The dunes’ walls stretched for meters long as he kept his piece raised, occasionally scanning weak spots for life forms or any piece of equipment. He paused, frowning a moment when his scanner detected nothing.

That was the first sign that things weren’t going as planned that day.

“...hiss…”

“...m..do... v.llage... here…”

There was the second.

Din raised his arm to speak into his comms.

“Y/N?” Nothing but static came back from the comms. Din fidgeted and smacked it a couple times before grunting in frustration.

Damn, comms were jammed.

Wait, they were jammed.

And in a moment of a horrible realization, Din was quick to grab the men and make their way back to the village. When they arrived they found the village in chaos- buildings were burning, villagers running, and materials and pieces and bodies strewn across the ground. For a moment, Din froze in fear and worried that you were on the ground as well, your comms still ringing static and Grogu taken from you, lost to the raiders, or worse, the Empire.

Din quickly made his way throughout the village, barely rounding the first corner when a group of raiders assaulted him. He threw punches at the first raider, using their momentum to kick them hard into another. After several dodges and shots from his blaster, most of them were dead aside from one that laid on the ground and clutched his blasted leg.

Din marched over and pressed his blaster against the wound. “Where are the hostages being held?”

As it turned out, the raiders had no plan of keeping hostages. When Din finally tracked the building where captives were supposedly held, he was unable to remain collected when he found that you and Grogu were nowhere to be found. Instead, he stood before raiders responsible for the attack, their blasters disturbingly put away as they argued amongst one another. Din didn’t bother listening, he looked around but saw no sign of his foundlings.

“Wrong door.” He said simply before taking out his blaster and shooting the raiders.

Pocketing his piece Din ran out of the stronghold and went outside, calling for you and Grogu. He thought about the worst possible scenarios that could have happened to you two as he took out the raiders pillaging the village, until all but one remained, the leader. He found him in the main courtyard of the village, his face hidden though his body seethed with labored breaths. He stood there for several moments before Din heard one last labored breath before the leader’s legs buckled beneath him and he slumped to the ground with a sickening crack of skull on stone. Hm? Din didn’t know what to make of this, and further stalked over, hand on blaster, examining the body. Upon closer look a blaster wound to the stomach was made more visible. So, someone got to the leader before Din could. That leaves the question… who?

A quick look around the area pointed out a trail of blood.

The Mandalorian followed this trail without any real reason behind it.

He found the remainder of the villagers at some point along the way. Sullen masses of faces mixed together, mourning the loss of their villages and lost ones but kept busy with treating the wounded. Women sat in huddles cooking with what food was salvaged and children sat quiet. One stood out apart from the rest in Din’s eyes, a large male leaning over a group of medics. Din recognized him as Cyrukee, the villager’s chief, who noticed the lone bounty hunter from the corner of his eye and stood up. In his arms was the most beautiful thing Din had seen all day, Grogu. The baby gurgled in joy as he walked up to the chief.

“There you are.” Din didn’t realize that he was holding his breath when he sighed in relief, taking Grogu into his arms.

“Sir.” Cryukee barely got a word out before Din turned to him.

“I’m looking for a youngling- my kid. Have you seen them?”

“Sir, please.”

“They’re this tall,” Din rears a hand near to your height, “they were with this little green baby. Your husband, he took them to the school. Where is he?” The Mandalorian made a full turn around to look for the red robed headman who was last responsible for your care. He reached for his comms and tried to reach you again. His voice rang back at him, and in a terrible moment of realization he realized that that was your comms.

“Where are they?”

“Sir, let me explain.” Cyrukee wore an exasperated expression and looked as though he was about to speak before one of the medics from the group he was with requested to speak with him. He spared a glance at Din as though he struggled whether or not to say something. And then, Din followed his arm towards the medics he was just with. Din didn’t know what to make of it, not able to recognize any of them. The Mandalorian took one last look at the chief, whose grave expression gave him reason to worry, and slowly walked towards the group of medics. He buzzed through the comms, trying to pinpoint your location. As he got closer he heard medics speak in soothing voices and their patient hyperventilating. Had it not been his own voice coming from the center of the personnel he would have moved on, instead he could not find the will to move. Grogu looked at him expectantly.

One medic in particular took notice of the beskar-armored man. He and some others quickly got up and pushed Din away before he could force his way through the medics to take a look at you.

“Hey, wait-wait-please.” Din grunted at the force and staggered several steps back. He took a moment to collect himself and Grogu sneezed in his arms. Dust must have gotten into his nose during the scuffle. “Please, my ward- my kid. That’s my kid.”

“Just a moment,” one of the bloodied nurses kept her hands on Din’s chestplate longer than he would have liked. He didn’t push her away though.

“I need to see my kid.” Din looked her in the eye, hoping that she could see his desperation through his helmet.

His kid. When Din looks back on this he would think about how he’s never referred to Y/N as his own before. He would have liked to think he said that so the nurses allowed him to pass easier. But deep down, he knew it was because of how much he cared for them.

“I understand but please let me explain. Sir, Sir!” Din retreated in defeat on his second attempt to get past her and the other nurses. She stared into his eyes and patted his shoulders, Din didn’t know whether she was trying to comfort him or control his movements. “They’re traumatized enough right now, and you moving around in that armor of yours will only make it worse.”

“What happened to them?”

“They had an encounter with Jetwal,” Din’s blood boiled at the recognition of the raider’s leader who’d died before him. “according to the children, your child was leading them to the outskirts when he found them. They killed him, he was threatening the children, and they shot him. Now, listen to me. They did get injured. Several blaster wounds to their limbs and upper torso- sir, listen please I cannot allow you to go to them just yet- they’re still panicking right now but I assure you their wounds are being treated right now. They’ll be fine, but disrupting our work will only inhibit us from treating them properly.”

She watched his gaze linger to the sound of your crying. “How much longer until I can see them?”

Din was not pleased to find that he was only allowed to see you when the nurse came for him herself. Reluctantly he walked a little farther away from the medics when asked to give them more space, and sat down with Grogu bouncing on his knee next to a young Twi’lek running their hands over their lekku to soothe themselves. Between glancing at the medics to keeping Grogu entertained, Din didn’t realize how much time had elapsed before noticing the nurse had come to his side to collect him.

She took a seat next to him. “They’re hurt very badly, but with time their injuries will heal. All they need to do is rest. You can see them now.”

Grogu giggled and played with the nurse’s finger that was threateningly wiggling on his little tummy. “Can you take him for a moment?”

Din stood up and gave Grogu a pat on his little head and rubbed his large ears out of habit. Something you used to do to calm the little green alien down after a terrible meltdown. Even under his helmet Din smiled at the alien before dredging towards you. You laid on a pile of fabrics that functioned as a makeshift cot, but you looked like you had a pile of fabrics on you with the amount of bandages that wrapped your body. You didn’t notice Din approaching you as you stared straight into the sky. Din wondered what you were thinking. What could you be thinking? From his knowledge, this was your first time dealing with major injuries from blasters. It must have made this whole ordeal so much more frightening to you.

Maybe Din was too light on his feet, recoiling instantly when you jolted at his touch and groaned in pain.

“It’s me, it’s me.” His voice was soothing, even more than normal which surprised him.

A sort of wheeze escaped your lips and you coughed. “Mando.”

“Hey kid.”

“I tried calling for you.” A gasp. “They jammed the frequencies.”

“Your message barely came through, kid. But it made us realize what was going on. We got here before more damage could be done because of you.”

Your form relaxed. “Good, good. Grogu?”

“With a nurse.” “The one with the sweet voice.”

“Yeah.”

“I liked her voice-” A cough. “Sounds like my mom’s. She was nice. She helped calm me down.” At this point Din had stared at you long enough to realize how puffy your eyes were from crying. He didn’t stop himself from reaching over to brush your H/C hair out of your face. You leaned into his touch.

“I’m pretty fucked up, huh?”

Your eyes were already locked onto his when he met your gaze. A tick passed, and Din’s eyes fell to the wounds you were referring to. He shook his head. “No, kid. That’s not what you are.”

“Feels like it.” Din scowled at your words.

“There are too many fucked up people in the galaxy, kid. You´re not one of them.” You look at him with a raised brow. “Y/N, you barely have any combat experience yet you took on Jetwal? What were you thinking?”

And you said something that surprised him.

“I was thinking of you.”

And Din couldn’t find any words. He cleared his throat and you continued, “We were alone and I had no idea when you’d come, I was scared something had happened to you because I couldn’t get a hold of you through the comms and that guy was coming at us and-” You inhaled sharply, wincing at what Din assumed was a jab in one of your wounds but he didn’t know how to help. You calmed a moment later, closing your eyes and furling your brows together. “I thought about what you would have done if you were there. You always looked like you knew what to do.”

To say that Din was proud of you would have been an understatement, he was beaming wonders underneath his helmet but realized that you couldn’t see through the beskar.

“I thought I’d lost you both.” Din admitted. “But I’m very proud of you. You saved lives, Y/N. That’s no easy feat for someone of your age.”

You grinned at him and laughed. “Did you do something like this when you were my age?”

“Yes, but I didn’t end up as fucked up as you did.” “Hey!” Din laughed and raised his forearm to block your playful hits.

A moment of silence falls between the two of you before you look at Din again. “Do you know how long we’ll be here for?”

“With your injuries, no clue. I’ll talk to the medics and Cyrukee to see what is to be done.”

“Okay.” You nodded, your fingers twitching involuntarily. Din’s hands find their way to your hair again. “Mando, I’m tired.”

“Rest. I’ll be here with you.” He watches you half-heartedly nod at his words and doze off in a matter of seconds. The injuries have taken a toll on your body, Din suspects, and he pulls a sheet over you. He sits with you, watching villagers talk amongst themselves, speaks with those who come by to thank him for his help, and accepts Grogu from the nurse when she comes over, thanking her for all she’d done for you. She told him that a thank you was not owed to her, and that if you were to need anything she was only a call away.

And when he was finally left alone, Mandalorian took one look to take account for his two foundlings. They slept soundly and with luck, heads full of dreams. Most importantly, they were safe in his care once again.

Din realized he’d been holding in a breath, and exhaled a sigh of relief.

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen [chapt. 6]

[Donnie x reader]

sfw, chapter 5 here

Come on, save it, save it, Donnie chanted to himself later that night, at home and tucked away in his room trying to figure out how to neutralize the situation. He paced along his bed back and forth, phone in hand as he wracked his brain thinking about how he'd get her to let it go. He could tell her that she was...overtired? Go the stereotypical route and say it was just her eyes playing tricks on her? Try to play it off as human teenagers messing around on the roof?

She'd gone to bed already. He hated that he couldn't pursue the subject until morning, her morning, but by then, he'd be tired. When she woke, he slept. But he needed to get it resolved as quickly as possible, so he reckoned it was time to pull an all nighter. Luckily, that wasn't anything he wasn't used to.

He figured he'd get the preliminaries out of the way so he could get right to it when she eventually texted back.

"Good morning

I know you're not awake yet but I figured I'd get an early start today.

I want to know, what exactly did you see last night?"

He shut his phone off and set it down on the bed, fingers rubbing his temples. Depending on her answer, this would either be difficult, or near impossible.

The rest of his time was spent just waiting around for her to finally wake up, dodging all his brothers and trying to occupy himself with something. He was fiddling with the radio he kept on the floor next to his bed when his phone notified him of a message. Turning the volume up, some old-school rock played softly. He didn't always keep music on when he worked, which was what he was doing felt like, but something needed to fill the silence. It also made it feel more casual to have the radio on, for both himself and for whoever might stop by his room.

"Good morning to you too

That was...sudden??"

How nice it was to read those words coming from someone who wasn't his family. Not that they said it like that often anyway, but the small gesture hit differently.

"I'm just really curious about what you said you saw."

Curious? Not quite. More like dying to know, and not because he fancied himself some cryptid hunting.

"That's fair I guess

But don't laugh, ok?"

"I'd never, [y/n]"

"Well

Okay

They were big

But no like not the overweight kinf, not even just 'tall guy' kind of big

kind*

You know?"

Yeah, I aware. I'm 6'8" and have a giant shell on my back.

"They?"

He was hoping she'd only seen one of them. Maybe it would have been easier, but, of course, that wasn't the case.

"I think there were two

Idk it just looked really weird, it was dark but the silhouette from the light made them look bulky, I don't know what it was"

Lips pursed tight, he looked up from his phone, and all of a sudden that music in the background was suffocating. He quickly reached over and shut it off. He needed to be able to divert all of his attention to one thing. Except, even though he should have been spazzing over her spotting them (even if just for a split second), a concern crept up in the back of his mind that made him scoff at himself. The need to know was too great.

His eyes fell on his scaled, three-fingered hand as he typed.

"Did it scare you?"

Perhaps it wasn't what he should have been focusing on. But he was. He knew she hadn't seen much, but what if she quipped that it was frightening, or gross, or…?

"I don't know, Bo

I guess it was kind of freaky

Uh, do you actually believe me? That I saw something?"

"'Freaky?'" he repeated to himself in a whisper, brow ridge furrowed. What was I expecting?

He had to shake himself of whatever was going on in his head at the moment, because there were more pressing matters at hand. Like what he was going to answer her question with. Theoretically, he could go two routes; one, invalidate the experience and try to walk on the line of telling her that it was not real without making her feel crazy. And then probably get mad at him. Or two, go along with it, if he didn't have the heart to do that to her. The answer was already here; he let out a deep sigh. Two, it is.

Nothing could make him want to make her feel that way, even if it meant he'd have to put in a little extra effort in fixing his mistake.

"I wouldn't doubt your judgement, [y/n]."

"Thanks

That makes me feel a lot better

You're a really good guy, Bo :)"

Freezing, he sat and stared at the screen before slowly taking the phone away from his face, lips moving, but no sound coming out. He had no idea what to say; all he could focus on was the fact that the girl he undeniably liked thought he was a good guy. And that, presumably, it meant she might have liked him as well. Big on the "might", he realized as the logical part of his mind took over once again. Regardless, he licked his lips and got to preparing a worthy response. He didn't want to come off as flustered as he felt. Donnie was aware he was not particularly suave—he took solace in the fact that she couldn't see his face or hear his voice. He contemplated on acting a bit more "cool guy" than he actually was, but wanted her to like him for him, not a facade. Which was a major contradiction to all that he had done up to that point, but the least he could do was be the person he was on the inside!

"You there?"

"Sorry, I got distracted…

You really think so?"

"That I think you're a great guy?"

"Well...yes."

"Totally. 100%"

His heart was going, he was stammering to himself, and a new feeling enveloped him. He was no stranger to the different emotions; he'd gotten familiar with many of them. Because though he didn't always show it, he had a lot of feelings. These, he felt most viscerally. But he had to get back on track. If he could push last night's incident under the rug, all would be well. More well than it already was, considering.

"Thank you, [y/n]

To be honest, I've never had a friend like you

So, do you want to talk more about what you saw? I know I'm switching tracks quickly, it's just very….interesting."

It was a jarring and awkward subject change, he knew that, but he desperately wanted to get it out of the way. The sooner, the better.

"I suppose

You seem pretty interested in it"

Maybe she wasn't hanging onto the experience like he'd thought she would. There were so many tales of people seeing inexplicable things and becoming enraptured by the experience that he guessed he should only expect the worst, but it appeared that she was not so obsessed. Crisis averted?

"Not too much, I was just wondering

We can forget about it."

"Oh, I'm not going to forget about it, Bo"

There it is, he thought, not surprised.

After thirty minutes of attempting to throw her off without coming off as suspicious himself, he had to take a breather, reorganize his mind. Only to come back and find that she had to go take care of things, and that she'd talk to him later. He'd done as much fixing as he could; at that point, it was as good as it was going to get. The thought of being looked for by his unknowing friend loomed about in the coming weeks as they did their patrols, when they would pass by her residence, and the times that he snuck off to stop by himself. Sometimes accompanied by Mikey, but he tried to keep it as solitary as possible. Soon, watching her on her balcony from that roof became part of his routine. He vaguely thought sometimes that watching her like that could be considered creepy, but that ship had already sailed.

For the third time in the last month he was there yet again, on the same roof, watching the same balcony, watching the same girl. Sometimes they texted, sometimes they didn't. The times he wasn't talking to her as he sat there were the times he daringly crossed the threshold onto the fire escape. There were only a few instances of that. But did he still feel out of his mind doing so? Yes. The window only looked into part of the living room and kitchen, but he felt scandalous to do it. Most of his time there was spent only with his shell against the wall next to the window, just out of sight. He could always hear her faint but noticeable footsteps coming and could easily vault the railing and climb up or drop down. She couldn't get past his keen hearing unless she knew to tread lightly.

Mikey was with him once again, this time out to look for scrap rather than patrol. He'd been buddied up with his younger brother more often ever since their talk that night in Donnie's room. They only stopped by because they were already out and had a viable excuse.

"Does she know about us? Like, me, Leo, Raph..." rambled Mikey, curious, as he practiced one of his new moves with his skateboard. He kicked up onto the ledge of the roof and skidded before hopping off, tucking the board under his arm. "You guys have been together like, what, two months? And she doesn't even know your name."

Fiddling with the strap reaching around his shoulder, Donnie replied matter-of-factly to hide the embarrassment that was ailing him at the thought, "Okay, for starters, we're not 'together'. And secondly, she hasn't mentioned voice chatting in a while."

"And?" He got back on his board, zooming by Donnie.

"My name? It just hasn't come up," Donnie shrugged.

"Call her, then!" Mikey smiled, still preoccupied with his board and trying out his new tricks. Donnie gave a light scoff and shook his head. His brother passed behind him where he sat leaned against the water tower.

"I don't want to just call her out of nowhere, Mikey, she might be asleep."

He also didn't want his brother there when he did.

"You gotta not be so shy!...oh, look, in the window. Right there. See? She's up," he quipped with a small smirk. The curtain was drawn, but the light had turned on at some point, and they could see her silhouette moving past. Donnie looked over his shoulder to say something but felt a hand slip into his pocket on the other side, stealing his phone right off of him. He was fast, but Mikey was faster in jumping into his board and gliding all the way to the other side of the roof with the fussy turtle hot on his trail.

"Mikey, quit it!" Donnie barked, lunging toward him for the phone.

"You'll thank me later!"

The two wrestled for the phone, Mikey holding it just out of reach as he tried to navigate the screen without dropping it.

"Come on," grunted Donnie as the tussle led them near the edge, where Mikey held it precariously over the alley below. His glasses were jostled off his face when a stray hand bumped them, causing them to fall amongst their feet. Squinting, he partially knelt down and searched for the pair while still looking at his brother and his phone, trying to stretch his arm long enough to snatch it. "Really?" he groaned, "just give me the phone!"

Donnie slung out his staff and used the other end to whack his wrist from underneath just as he pulled away from the edge, losing his grip on the phone. Mikey tried to catch it but it bounced off his hand, going right over the side of the roof and plummeting down into the alley.

Mikey froze. Donnie finally found his glasses.

Laughing nervously, Mikey turned back to him, "Whoops…"

When he didn't immediately find the phone on the ground, Donnie knew what happened. He looked over the edge, and there it was, sitting on the pavement in the alleyway. The building wasn't incredibly tall, but enough to do some major damage. He'd have to switch for one of his spares if he didn't want to deal with a busted-up screen.

"I don't need your 'help', Mikey, so leave it alone next time," Donnie said and gave him a narrow-eyed look, huffing as he leaped down to retrieve it.

Mikey may have been insistent, but he knew then it was time to stop. All he wanted to do was help. For his shy, flakey brother to come out of his shell (no pun intended). Donnie, at that time, had the biggest shot out of all of them for something unique and good. He hadn't yet worked out the logistics of how to bridge the gap between the two, but it was a calling of his to help him along.

Donnie watched for people from behind a corner before creeping out to get the phone, which was face down on the concrete. No doubt cracked to all hell if not completely shattered, though it did have a case.

But as he got closer, he heard a voice. From the phone.

He picked up the phone timidly and shot a glance up at the roof, where Mikey was peeking over the edge in apprehension. Without a word, Donnie activated the taser in his staff, pointing it at his brother and zapping it briefly. He flinched and retreated out of sight.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Bo?" she asked again, tone riddled with confusion. "What was that?"

"Uh, yes—hol—hold on, please," stammered out donnie, flying around the corner and pressing flat against the wall as a group of laughing people passed by the alley. "Just one second," he said nervously. Above him, Mikey was rapidly motioning for him to get up there, eyes wide and body trying to stay low. Baffled, Donnie gestured back at him, mouthing at him to keep his pants on for one more minute while he made his way up.

"Hey, what's going on there?" she inquired, concerned.

A street cat abruptly skittered out from between his legs from the dumpster he stood next to, and he had to stifle a startled yelp. He hopped up onto the nearest fire escape, trying to control his breathing. "Hey, hello…[y/n]," he half-chuckled, distracted by working up the building one-armed as he kept as quiet as possible.

"What was all that? And who's 'Mikey'?"

There was suddenly a shout—Mikey's shout—and his stomach did a jump. He sputtered as fast as he could, "I'm sorry [y/n] but this really isn't a good time, and I mean it really isn't," he pulled himself up onto the roof, and there was Mikey, fending off men clad in black, "so I have to go, but—"

"Don, dude! I need help over here!" cried his brother, sliding out of the way as a sword was jabbed towards him. He countered with a harsh uppercut to the man's chin, sending him stumbling backwards. The blade fell to the concrete with a clank.

"'Don'? Bo, what the hell?! Who is with you? And—"

Donnie jumped into the battle, a mix of nine or ten armed men with swords other weapons, and Mikey trying to stave them off, swinging his chucks with nothing short of reckless abandon. But he still didn't hit himself with them.

Ending the call, he secured the phone in his pocket. He wailed the guy closest to him in the side of the head with the heavy staff, then kicked him in the chest. The man fell to the blow, and Mikey ducked underneath the length of Donnie's weapon just in time as the two came together. Stray bullets flew past them, some colliding with their shells as they spun around for protection.

"How was it?!" Mikey yelled over the clamor, breathless. Donnie sidestepped from the rapid hit he sent towards the human to his left.

"What are you talking about?!" Donnie loudly questioned, flummoxed of what could have been going on in his brain during a fight. "We're kind of in the middle of something here!"

"Your phone call!"

"Yeah, the hell's the talkin' about, Don?" a gruff voice cut through the jumble.

Both of the boys whirled around to see their older brothers there, weapons drawn.

"Oh, right. As soon as I saw those bad guys coming, I let them know," said Mikey casually to Donnie, throwing his fist into the face of the man coming up behind him. "You know, standard biz."

With the rest of the team there, the fight was over twice as fast. Some groaning in pain and some unconscious bodies littering the area, along with their weapons. Leo finished the last one and sheathed his swords, eyes on their tallest brother while Raph kept watch around them. Donnie swallowed as Leo approached him.

"Don, you said you were going out for scrap metal," Leo stated.

In the background, Mikey grabbed his skateboard and was going to try to kickflip over one of the knocked out guys, but Raph yanked the board from him, growling. He checked all of the men to make sure they were down and would stay down.

"We were...just on our way back?" Donnie answered. Nearby, there was a small pile of scrap he'd collected, though definitely not enough to justify being out that long.

"So you stopped at your friend's place?" Leo deadpanned, crossing his arms. "Didn't you think that this could get her in trouble, too? Her apartment's right there, dude!"

Mikey budded in and corrected him, "Ah, we stopped by [y/n]'s. And nah! It's all good."

Donnie's face twitched. "Of course I thought about it! That's why I've only come here three times since, and only thirty minute intervals!" he bit back, throwing his hands up. The rest of his brothers all looked at him and his specificity. "I'm not naive, Leo."

The leader pushed past the both of them, signalling that it was time to leave, and they followed. Not before Donnie got what little metal he had collected and put away his staff, tucking the stuff under his arm. Raph joined alongside Donnie as they ran. "What's with all the secret' stuff, Don? First, ya hide it to begin with, then, ya make out like you were done, and now you get jumped by Foot guys by her place when you shoulda been gettin' scrap!" he said. "How were we supposed to cover for ya if you're lyin' even after we let you off?"

"Technically, I did get some!" Donnie remarked. He held up a piece of the scrap for him to see, and Raph snorted. "But..."

Well, his question would be a little harder to answer.

Next block was the nearest manhole, where each turtle swiftly jumped in, knowing by heart (and years of wandering) most of the sewers and the way back home. In some tunnels was Mikey's telltale graffiti, but it was scattered throughout the place enough to not be a giant arrow to their hideout. In the last portion of the run was the tunnel they always slid down, and once they were actually home, Donnie knew what was coming. Master Splinter was already waiting for them by the time they arrived.

"Uh-oh," Mikey said upon seeing him, sinking behind his brothers. Raph pushed him back up front.

Dropping the scrap in his arms, Donnie squeaked, "That's not good." He quietly cursed how high pitched his voice became when he was nervous.

"Yeah…" Leo cleared his throat, looking down at his hands clasped in front of him. The situation had an awkward tension for everyone in it, save for Raph, who was immune to it by then and Splinter himself. "We took care of the soldiers," he added more seriously. "Got out of there before too much attention was drawn.

"The police may be able to handle them from here, but it will not make a dent in the Shredder's forces," explained Splinter, grave as he paced along the line of brothers. "He owns the city. Until I say so, there will be no venturing to the surface. You are all lucky to be unharmed."

"That ain't it," Raph piped up. "But they'll be bringin' the big guns, next time."

"Oh, I am well aware."

"Um...of which thing?" the nervous turtle questioned, exchanging glances to Raph and then Mikey.

Splinter raised his brows knowingly, and that was all it took for Donnie. The floodgates of his signature anxious chatter opened. He grabbed the edge of Mikey's shell and pulled him over into the spotlight with him, "I met someone over an online game and we started texting after a few weeks, and—and Leo found out and I said I would stop, but we never told you," he gestured toward their brother in blue, who refused to make eye contact, "so I told her that it was through and then Mikey somehow convinced me to go back on it," he sucked in a breath, and Mikey grinned uncomfortably, "and then we started talking again and I don't know why, but I went back there to her apartment building and it was just…stupid."

There was a cumbrous pause. Donnie was stiff as a board, Mikey couldn't look at any one thing too long, Leo stood in his polite but awkward stance, and Raph started to whistle.

As poised as ever, Splinter spoke. "I know."

All four pairs of eyes shot to their father.

"What?"

"Uh..."

"Huh?"

"Wait."

They expressed their collective confusion at the same time, and Splinter chuckled. Donnie wanted nothing more than to be able to retreat into his shell, but that was physically impossible. "Nothing gets past me, especially not you and your nervous habits, Donatello. You are scratching that spot on your neck again, son."

Flinching, Donnie pulled his hand away. He'd be damned; Splinter was right.

But unbeknownst to them, there had been spectator of their fight on the roof that night.

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shh do not think too deeply about this my children

a/n: haha plot device go brrrr

i need to finish this cursed fanfiction

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yamaoni · 3 years

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The Second Great War of Remnant has begun. Once more, Vale and Mantle are embroiled in a massive conflict, only this time, they are on the same side against Atlas.

I don't think it was a coincidence that so many people drew parallels with the last episode and WWI. We've never seen people fight that way in RWBY. Grimm don't use projectile weapons the way humans do, so the benefits of the trench are diminished; especially if you compare it to the drawbacks.

Now, I understand not everyone in the Atlas military has their aura unlocked and the squishy soldiers need some cover, but if The Long Memory didn't nuke every grimm on Atlas, the lines would have been overrun and then there would have been nowhere for them to retreat to.

You think the very real hand to hand struggles in the trenches of WWI were bad, imagine being trapped in a narrow trench with a bear. Or having this thing explode out of the ground under you.

I refuse to believe no-one in Atlas ever thought, "if we put the dirt from the trench in a box, no only can we give our soldiers cover, we can also give them an elevated position to fire from."

The top of a wall has been the primary defensive position for the people of Remnant for a long time. You can see them in the establishing shots of most settled places the team has visited. So why are we seeing a trench now?

Simple.

Show, don't tell.

RWBY has done a pretty great job, especially in the last few seasons, of showing the audience what it is trying to convey without explicitly telling them. They especially like drawing from well known folk lore to give insight into the future of the show.

Only difference here, instead of drawing the parallel between characters, they're drawing parallels between worlds.

Remnant's first Great War started with Mantle suppressing freedom of expression, the destruction of Art and Color. Ironwood always has little in the way of color, but in his first broadcast since everything started hitting the fan, he has none.

That broadcast also included evacuation ships being blown up by fighter-bombers, Dunkirk. It threatend to level a city if they didn't surrender, Battle of Brittan. All delivered by a dictator trying to scare his opponents into submission through careful use of film.

Theories

If the rest of the season is WWII, I have several theories on plot direction. Considering how well they did keeping up with both ends of the battlefield it wouldn't surprise me if they followed all of them at the same time.

Operation Dunkirk

Or, the evacuation of Mantle.

Players: Penny, Nora, Ren, Happy Huntresses

The Happy Huntresses involvement is a given. Not only has saving Mantle been their goal the whole time, they're also stuck in the middle of it right now.

Penny is the Protector of Mantle. It would be a shining moment for her character to fully throw off the virus Watts implanted and overcome Ironwood's threats to do so. Just crossing my fingers that it doesn't end like the Iron Giant.

Nora is currently Penny's tether to sanity, so she has to go with, and I doubt they would separate Ren from her for the next arc so he's going too.

Surprise twist for this plot I'm betting will be the Starwars "they aren't warships, just people" scene everyone loves to rag on. After all, the broadcast went out that they needed help and, at least at Dunkirk, it was fishing boats and pleasure crafts that retrieved the 338,000 surrounded on all sides.

Why We Fight

Or, countering Ironwoods propaganda.

Players: Robyn and Qrow

For one, these two are unaccounted for and in the heart of Atlas' military machine. If anyone has means to do so, it's them.

The film, Why We Fight, also countered the dramatic cinematography of Goebbels propaganda by painting it as ridiculous and making a folksy call to action much like Robyn has done in the past.

Operation Fortitude

Or, the deception of Ironwood.

Players: Emerald, Jaune, Oscar

This is the mission to make Ironwood think the team is going after the relic. This theory is why I actually thought of and wrote out this whole thing. Thanks @maxiemumdamage, I had things I was supposed to do tonight.

https://maxiemumdamage.tumblr.com/post/644291955872890880/willing-to-bet-my-own-soul-that-emerald-uses-her

Only difference in my theory and their's, is Jaune is going to be playing the part of Penny.

I say this for two reasons. One, Joan of Arc pretended to be a man. While we've gotten both Jaune pretending to be something he's not and him in a dress, this would pose the first time in the story he could do both. Two, it would put him on a direct collision path with Cinder. It needs to happen at some point to bring his arc to a conclusion, but man I hope we're not about to watch him burn.

With Ozpin active again, Oscar has to go along to direct them to the vault. He's also one of two backing the idea of Emerald joining the team and Jaune wouldn't be willing to work with her without him.

Operation Overlord

Or, busting down the doors of Atlas Acadamy.

Players: Ruby, Blake, Weiss, Yang

Where Operation Fortitude was the faint, Operation Overlord was the real deal. For those that aren't history buffs, this is D-Day.

I think this is the reason we've only seen the main team fighting together once since their split from Beacon. And even then, that fight was at most pairs of fighters and not all four of them supporting one another.

RWBY tricked us into thinking season 4 was the post-timeskip level up we come to expect from anime when really we ended up watching the training flashbacks as they happened instead.

We've seen hints of it with the various team ups and combinations, but are we really ready for how much ass kicking they are about to do?

I'm hoping for a One Piece level of badass entrance that can give me shivers whenever I go to watch it again like the walk to Arlong Park still does to this day.

(Aside: if you try telling me RWBY isn't anime, I'm just going to ignore you. Anime is an art movement. If you don't understand what that means, watch this video. https://youtu.be/uFtfDK39ZhI)

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Now last and certainly not least

Operation Valkyrie

Or, the death of Ironwood.

Players: Winter and Marrow

The long awaited defection. Plenty of speculation has already floated around about if and when these two where going to cave to their morals and jump ship. I don't know how many of us were expecting the straw to break the camel's back to be a nuke held over Mantle, but I certainly wasn't.

What worries me, is Operation Valkyrie failed and all its conspirators were executed. As if there weren't enough death flags for Winter before.

Even if it's not Winter that kills him. I don't see Ironwood surviving this season. Even if it means he goes out like another hated dictator. It's not like it would be the first time RT had a fallen hero chose to use his own sword.

Wildcards

Or, Murphy will have his due.

Players: Cinder, Watts, Neo, Tyrian, Mercury, Clover

These players can go any which way. Three we know for sure are going to be active in the coming episodes and I wouldn't be surprised if the other three play a part as well.

Oscar made a hell of a light show for Tyrian and Mercury to see behind them. Not to mention, Salem will still need a ride home when she pulls herself back together.

Clover keeps getting mentioned even though he's hospitalized. If he was truly out of commission for the rest of the season, they would have made us think he's dead before bringing him back like they did with Penny.

Up to now, what we've seen is a three way conflict. But one of the hallmarks of Remnant's First Great War, was making temporary alliances to fight off grimm.

The grimm might be gone, but the wild cards can't complete their own objectives if they are dead. The question is who's goals better align with their own.

Two surprise twists I can see here. One, Mercury stabbing Tyrian on his way to defection. He was raised by an assassin and has not going to get a better chance than that. Two, Clover joining Operation Valkyrie. He might have accepted that sacrifice is a necessary evil to ensure Atlas' survival, but might go Schindler's List on us and find horror in what Ironwood plans to do.

TLDR

I spent way too long writing this out. All the WWI imagery means we're getting a WWII movie with RWBY characters. Major death flags for Penny, Jaune, and Winter.

Also I finally figured out how to do a readmore. Apparently it's just been a long time since I updated.

Note: kept seeing things talking about clovers death and I kind of went ???? Isn't he barely alive in medical? Went back and watched that scene and though I am 90% sure he is dead still kind of weird that they have him in his own room instead of a morgue and the initial framing made my mind instantly think he was propped up on a hospital bed. I mean, I guess we needed to have all the ACEOPs there for their reaction to Ironwood... but it definitely made me think he was alive. That and they have a bandage on his chest wound... when he's supposedly dead. Also have a phantom memory of Harriet saying something about him being in critical but I think that's my memory playing tricks on me.

Having his face exposed instead of covered by the sheet and seeing him in the same frame as Winter being treated also didn't help my gut reaction of "Oh Shit! He's alive? How?!" If I'd followed up more on the "how" might not have made the blunder of writing his return as the final twist in my theory. Oops

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dindooku · 3 years

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ao3 - loulou1810

'The weight of the situation is finally dawning on you. You’re practically handing yourself over to this mysterious ex-imp blood-mongerer with open arms. You haven’t known Karga long and you’re not sure if you can trust him, but if Mando trusts him, then so do you.'

You didn't sign up for this. The situation is starting to spiral out of hand. Can you all pull together to complete the mission, or will things head in a deadly direction?

*TW - violence, suggestive sexual themes

word count - 6,665

*this is very original arc so a lot of speech/dialogue is taken from the series... this chapter and the next. I know I say this every time BUT TRUST THE PROCESS!!!! Much love to you all xx

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The heat was torturous. You’d been to hot places before but this was excruciating. The black-top Mando gave you was soaking up the heat and you were practically drenched by the time you’d reached the rendezvous.

Mando had offered to walk but you thought that if you were struggling in a simple black tee and trousers he’d be practically dying in that heavy Beskar and flight suit of his. Plus, despite the heat, this was the first time you’d walked free in over 10 years, so you weren’t going to kick a gift Orback in the mouth. He’d been tense ever since your flirty comment before you left. You only meant it as a joke and a way to break the tension over what lied ahead, but he seemed to have held onto it more than you’d have liked. Maybe you’d crossed a line, but after Cara laughed and Kuill’s exasperated tut you’d thought it had landed well…until a couple of hours later and he’s still just as pent up as before, if not more now that the heat has made him stew a bit. You did try to think of a way to apologise but didn’t want to cause any more trouble, so you did what you thought was right and kept your mouth shut.

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The rendezvous was just an hour or so out from Navarro, or so that's what Cara had told you. As you approach, you see a small group of men just off in the distance.

“That’s them” Mando nods towards them. You all continue moving until you’re now within talking distance. Cara goes to slide of her Bluurg, followed by Mando. You look to him waiting for his instructions, not wanting to make a wrong move. He nods for you to join him at his side, so you follow suit and stand just off his shoulder behind him, Cara on the other side. Kuill stayed to manage the Bluurgs.

“Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando. But things have gotten complicated since you were last here. It appears that introductions are in order.” Who you presumed to be the group leader glanced at you, then at Cara. He had a smug look on his face, and you didn’t like it. The tone of his voice was already ringing alarms, and you could sense that he had hidden intentions… but what they were you didn’t know. “It seems we've both provided a security detail. I recommend the shock-trooper guards the ship, these lava fields are lousy with Jawas.”

“She’s coming with me Karga” Mando retorts, the same dominance in his voice from the Republic Transporter. Cara glared back at Karga, making it known that she wasn’t a pushover. His accomplices shifted on the spot, pulling up their blasters. Karga lowly lifted an arm, signalling for them to stand down.

“Fine, fine. At least cover your tattoo, no need to flaunt it.” He pointed to her arm. Cara grumbled but complied, wrapping a black strip of fabric around her stripes.

“And what about you, sweetheart?” His gaze now on you. His accomplices looked at each other, sharing some sort of private joke. It made you feel a little pissed knowing the nature of their look. You scrambled to think of something to say, but Mando beat you to it.

“Careful” He practically growls at the guards “She’s not as gentle as she looks” Gentle… was he complimenting you? You blush at the comment, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“I'm sure she can hold her own, she looks pleasant enough,” says one of the guards, chuckling towards the end of his sentence. Something dirty was attached to that sentence…they obviously were not heeding Mando’s warning.

“I wouldn-” Mando goes to reply, but you’re already reaching for the throwing daggers he had handed you earlier. Your right-hand grazes the left pouch on your hip, and before anyone had time to react you’d hit a thin shard of metal into the guard's blaster, clipping it from his hand and sending it a few feet behind him. All eyes are now pinned on you. Crap. I should not have done that…Oh well, let’s run with it.

“Next time I'll aim a bit to the right,” you say cheekily, trying to solidify the fake confidence you’re exuding. The guard glances down, then realises what you’re implying.

“Woah! Ok, let’s calm down…” Karga pauses, looking to the guard who is now visibly agitated at his ego being humiliated.

You can feel Mando’s glare, it’s practically burning you up. You hope he’s not going to turn on you. Normally you have more self-control, but you didn’t want to be undermined in front of him and Cara like that. You were just standing up for yourself…you could do that now. You turn your head to meet his.

“Show off,” he says quietly like it’s meant for just the two of you. Phew, he wasn’t pissed. You smile back, the blush visible even past your sunburn cheeks.

“Where is the little one?” The leader cuts you from each other's stare. Mando moves to turn, signalling for Kuill to bring the child forwards in his floating crib. Kuill had reinforced it on the journey from his home to Navarro. It’s now fully armoured.

“So... this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about,” the leader reaches in to take the Child out of his cot “What a precious little creature. I can see why you didn't wanna harm a hair on its wrinkled little head” After looking the Child over and concluding that he wasn’t a vicious man-eating creature he placed the Child back into his floating fortress of a cot “Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all”. He says with a sigh. Obviously, this whole ordeal was stressful for both parties, but you didn’t know enough to draw any conclusions. “The sun drops fast on Navarro. We can walk for a spell and camp out on the river bank, then make our way into town at first light.” Mando agrees with a simple nod. He and Cara walk back to the Bluurgs, Karga and the other two guards turning to start walking. You stay and wait for Mando and the rest to catch up. The guard that had agitated you earlier walks up to you. You stiffen with each step, preparing to defend yourself if needs be. He’s now only a foot or so away from you, within arms reach.

He leans into you, “You're a good shot darlin’, wanna sleep next to me tonight? I’ll pay…” He winks at you, his voice low enough so that only you can hear. He’s obviously just trying to start a fight, to agitate you. You keep your mouth shut, your face bare. You don’t want to give him any reaction to feed off as that would only make him push further. He glances up and quickly turns on his heel, chuckling as he strides back towards Karga. You’re fuming now. You wanted to say something, to make him feel how you feel right now, but you can’t. You’d jeopardise this mission before it's even started… you owe Mando, so you hold your tongue for now.

“Hey, what’d he say to you” comes a modulated voice just behind you. You jump a little, the presence catching you in your little fit of rage. You don’t say anything, not wanting to snap.

“Nothing” You reply bluntly. Your voice nearly broke, but you think you played it off ok. Wrong.

“What did he say” He insists, using that dominant tone from before to make sure you know that he will find out whether you want to tell him or not. “Tell me,” He asks again, his temper wearing thin.

“He…he asked me to sleep with him, made some stupid remark about buying me for the night. Just leave it” You tell, even more, frustrated now the words have left your lips.

“I'm gon-” His anger now prevalent in his voice. He moved to stride in front of you, obviously about to make amends for what just happened. No,that’ll make everything so much worse, you don’t want to be the reason this all fails, the reason why the kid isn’t safe. You can let this slide, you’re used to it. You grab his arm before he’s out of reach, your grip tight.

“No, just leave it, it’s ok…the mission” You try to sound as appealing as possible. You really didn’t want to cause more of an issue, you’d already made a scene, you didn’t need another one over a petty snide. His head quips to yours, the visor staring you down.

“It’s not okay, he shouldn’t talk to you like that” He turns to move again, but you yank his arm harder this time.

“Mando, please… just leave it.” You’re practically begging him now and he can sense it. He steps back reluctantly, now studying you. Without saying anything he turns and strides back to the Bluurg. You don’t look back, you know that Cara and Kuill had just seen the whole thing unfold and you didn’t want to play 20-questions right now. Dropping your head you let out a sigh. Breathe in, breathe out. And with that, you started walking.

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“I guess the little bugger's a carnivore. Never seen anything like it. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing. Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie.” Karga chuckles, wincing a little as the Child makes haste with the bug he’s just caught. Kuill shakes his head and grabs the Child by the back of his robe before he can get away, bringing him back to his lap to continue feeding him his supper.

“Let’s go over the plan again,” Mando says, using his typical commanding tone.

You’re all sat around the fire. You, Mando, Cara, Kuill and the Child on one side, Karga and his crew on the other. The guard that spoke to you earlier keeps glancing at you, trying to catch your eyes with his but you turn your head away every time. You decide after a while its just best if you look away and don’t entertain it at all. Frustrated, you get up to go and have a breather but Cara stops you before you can.

“Hey, look, I don’t know what he said but I can tell that he’s being rude. Just try to ignore it for now… I’m sorry.” She’s talking quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear.

“Yeah, I know… he won’t stop looking at me. I can handle myself. It's just annoying that he’s not dropping it” It's true, it was starting to really annoy you now. The snide you could let slide, but the blatant teasing was just a bit more than excessive.

“Mando caught it, he won’t let them touch you. Just clean one of your knives or something, its make him hap-” She’s cut mid-sentence by a winged creature that swoops in and grabs the drumstick from Karga’s hand. Then before you know it, everyone’s shooting. Wait, the Kid! You dart from your end of the campsite over to where Kuill was. Grabbing the child from the cot you wrap him in your arms. You tuck up against one of the boulders, hoping that whatever was attacking your group wouldn’t see the two of you. The Child started making scared cooing sounds, but you quietly hushed him against your chest, trying to calm him down. Pressing his head into your chest you block his view from the surroundings.

“No! Let go of her! Drop her now!” You hear Kuill shouting and the scream of a Bluurg carried off into the night. You don’t need to look up to know things are grim. Then another scream, this time it sounded human. One of the creatures had taken someone! You look up, only to see the guard that had been taunting you all night disappear from view. Karma.

“Drop her!” Thump. You assumed that the blaster shot had hit as two bodies hit the floor, neither moving.

Suddenly you hear a roar of fire. Eyes darting to the source you see Mando fighting off the dragon with the flame-thrower in his gauntlet. You need one of those.

Everything goes quiet and you peer up, hoping that the worst is over. Kuill draws your eyes to him. “He's hurt badly.” You look over at the commotion on the other side of the camp.

“I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Ow!” Karga flinches at Cara’s touch.

“Hold still. They got you good” She says, panic just prickling her reply.

“How bad?” Says Mando.

“Bad. The poison is spreading fast” Cara replies, looking around her for a med-pack. She grabs the one in the satchel to her left and starts treating Karga’s wounds.

“So this...this is how it happens” Karga retorts, sounding considerably weaker this time.

“Don't be so dramatic” Cara curts, “I need another med-pack. Got any other med-pack’s? Anyone?” The camp is silent. You walked over with the kid still in your arms, now leaning over Karga to see if you could do anything whilst Cara looks for another med-pack.

“It’s still spreading, this isn’t working,” you say, not noticing the Childs outstretched arm.

“Get that thing out of here!” Cara shouts at you, obviously meaning the Child.

“Wait,” Kuill interjects, now at your side. You listen to him, allowing the kid to reach out to Karga. Mando hesitates.

“He’s trying to eat me!” Karga moans, it’s strained as his body grows weaker by the second. But then he relaxes, the tension leaving his body. You glance down to the injury, which is now… what? It can’t be…it’s healing? You blink a few times to make sure you’re not seeing things. You dart your eyes to Mando, his to yours. He's just as stuck as you. Eyes now back on the Child, he flops. The wound completely healed, Karga saved. You hug the Child. He’s so brave, so so brave. You’re proud of him, in a weird parent-y way. A heavy sigh leaves his mouth as he falls into a comfortable sleep.

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Cara turns to you, trying to keep out of earshot of Mando. “You think they’re having second thoughts?” She asks. You don’t know why she’s asking you, but you think of a reply anyway. You’d noticed since last night that Karga’s energy has changed… he’s acting differently. Those sinister feelings have now gone; he’s just tense, but not in a way that you feel threatened. It’s odd…

“They could be… but I think Karga has something planned. I need your eyes” you whisper back, you’re glad to have Cara trusting you now.

“I'm watching” She nudges your arm, bringing your attention to her. She smiles, gives a slight nod and then steps back to where she was originally walking.

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You’d been walking for a good 40 minutes now, the sun just starting to burn your cheeks again. You’re dazed from the heat, but you don’t miss the two guards who are now walking a little too close to the back of the group. You keep on your toes, honing in your focus so you can read their energies. Somethings off… You feel it as it happens. One of the bounties blasters safety button clicks and you’re already turning, grabbing the knife from your thigh and planting it into his neck. The other drops just as you’re turning to throw the knife. You turn, smoke sizzled from the other guard's chest. That wasn’t Mando or Cara… so it must’ve been -

Karga.

Mando’s eyes are trained on you. You hope he’s not pissed for acting out of order, even considering you’d just stopped an ambush.

“There's something you should know,” bit late to leave it now! “The plan was to kill you and take the kid. But after what happened last night I couldn't go through with it,” You shift back round, fingers flexing over the grip of the combat knife Mando had given you, holding it in a way you can launch it if Karga tries anything. Mando had broken his gaze from you and Cara had her blaster drawn on Karga now, he’s outnumbered. “Go on, you can gun me down here and now, and it wouldn't violate the Code. But if you do, this child will never be safe”

Cara jerks, “We'll take our chances!”

“The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining this asset. You tried to run, but where did it get you?” Karga pleads to all of you.

“This is ridiculous!” Cara snides, turning to you, eyes hinting for you to back her up.

“Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuill says calmly, like always.

“Listen. We both need the client to be eliminated. Let me take the Child to him, and then you two—“ Karga’s cut off by Mando.

“No.” Deadly. Mando’s not budging

“Let's just kill him and get outta here!” Your eyes dart to Cara in exasperation. You recognise that this could get very easily out of hand, Cara’s finger twitches on the trigger.

“That’s not going to fix anything,” you say, taking in the situation. Your head is working at a million lightyears an hour, calculating all the different possibilities and weighing everything up. “He’s right-”

Cara cuts you off “what are you doing?” By the tone of her voice, she almost sounds betrayed.

“As long as the Kids hunters are about he’ll send people after him, he’s persistent, you know this” your plea directed at both Mando and Cara.

“It's a trap! Are you having a laugh?” She’s practically reeling now.

“Bring me” Mando interrupts. You know where he’s going with this.

“Bring you?” Karga sounds surprised. Did Karga just think we’d hand the child over just like that? Over my dead body.

“Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him, and I'll kill him” Mando offers. You glance at him. The plan now starting to click silently into place between the both of you, communicating on a telepathic level through just one another's gaze.

“That's a good idea. Gimme your blaster and your knife” Karga says, walking over to Mando and you. He’s caught onto what you and Mando are getting at.

"This is insane!” She’s growling at you now, she can’t believe what’s happening.

“It's the only way,” Mando says. It’s the sad truth, this was the only way we’d get remotely close enough to have even a chance.

“Well, I'm coming with you too” She drops the blaster, reaching around to place it behind her back. Cara’s not leaving the both of you, and secretly you know you’ll need help.

“No, no…no” Karga drifts for a second in thought, “That would make them suspicious”

“Tell them she caught us, that way she comes with us and the kid goes back to the ship with Kuill” You reason, this being the safest plan of action you can think of. Your tactical training from your previous life coming into play now.

"But without the Child, none of this works?” Karga questions, and before anyone can try conjuring a different plan, you explain.

“Kuill” You turn to him, his eyes now on you “Ride back to the Ship with the Child and seal yourself inside, engage all the security controls. That should hold up while we're gone.” He nods and starts moving away to begin his new mission. He chucks Mando a comlink. “If we close the lid on his pod they won’t be able to tell the Kid isn’t there. If we can make it into the meeting room without raising suspicion, we might have a-,“ you pause, stopping yourself from speaking your anxieties out loud, “we will have a chance.” You try to sell your confidence to the group and it seems to work.

“I will keep the child safe.” Kuill nods at Mando, who has stayed suspiciously quiet. He then turns to Cara, “Don't forget to cover your stripes”

“Let's go” you nod to Karga. He reaches behind him and grabs a set of cuffs whilst you grab some from the now cold body behind you. When you started today you definitely did not picture both you and Mando ending up in handcuffs.

You begin walking towards the town in the distance.

The weight of the situation is finally dawning on you. You’re practically handing yourself over to this mysterious ex-imp blood-mongerer with open arms. You haven’t known Karga long and you’re not sure if you can trust him, but if Mando trusts him, then so do you. You start to run through possible outcomes. Do you shoot the guy if he gets out of hand? How do you know if Mando wants you to stay quiet or interject? You know that he’s confident in himself, but you also know how quickly things can turn. The last thing you want is to end up in a firefight completely outnumbered, facing ex-imp forces. The fact that they were meant to be wiped out but are still working behind the scenes is enough to arouse any suspicion, so you can’t take anything for granted. Who knows where this could go…

After about 10 minutes or so, a whispered vocoded voice breaks your focus, “Hey…” he’s looking at you, but you don’t turn to look, focusing your glare forwards “I had that covered back there…”

You smirk a little. He so did not have it covered back there. He hadn’t even moved to grab his blaster by the time the guard was dropping to the floor.

“Yeah, sure looked like it,” You add a little sprinkling of sarcasm to this. Surely he’s not that egotistical.

“I'm joking,” You catch a hiccup of a laugh on the end of his breath, this brings your attention to him, “Thank-you,” You furrow your brow at his admission… is this the right Mando? A blush threatens to pepper your cheeks so you look down at the floor, “You were good back there, any more fancy tricks you want to tell me about?” It almost sounds flirty, but you brush it off.

“Wheres the fun in that?” You replied back in a playful way, turning your head towards him at the end of the sentence. Your eyes met his heavy gaze, marked by the smug smirk crowning your lips.

And for the first time, you hear a proper laugh. It’s sweet, like honey, and it warms your nervous chest, pulling a genuine smile from you. You liked the sound of his laugh, even through the metal filter. Maybe he did have a heart after all. You giggle back, nudging his arm with your elbow almost like a cheeky punch. He returns your contact with his, and the two of you laugh together. You knew then that you’d cherish this moment forever, it was golden, rich in flavour. But what made it all that much sweeter was the fact that it was finally your moment.

____

The walkthrough town had brought you back into your focus. You knew this was going to be hard but talk about the understatement of the century… you’d counted 32 stormtroopers and not even entered the building. Even Mando’s nerves were beginning to show by the time you were sat at the client's table. The older man, who you presumed was the client made some snide remark about Beskar and its craftsmanship, but you didn’t take much notice into what he was saying. You were busy eyeing up the troopers and thinking of an escape plan. Karga had your knife, but only the one on your thigh, you still had the other one that was strapped beneath your binder and the two pouches of throwing knives too. You could do it, you could take him out right now. But you hesitated, Mando hadn’t given you the go-ahead. Why? Now’s the time… we’re wasting time! To your left the old man now stood hunched over a table, his head focused on the Holo-Computer. You notice Mando had squeezed out of his cuffs underneath the table. You began to do the same but the next words stopped you in your tracks. A name you never wanted to hear…

“Yes, Moff Gideon”

How… you thought he was dead? He was wanted for war crimes? The Republic told you he’d been dealt with on one of your old missions, but you never saw the body so you assumed someone else had got him. Obviously not.

“Yes, they have. It’s currently sleeping” Chides the old man. He didn’t know how wrong he was.

“You may want to check again.” Comes the secondary voice, and you feel it, the similar buzz of pre-emption that has saved your skin more times than you can count. Grabbing Mando’s hand you slide out of the table to the right, pulling him with you, slipping the cuffs off of your right hand in the process. Blaster shots ring the room and the old man drops.

Mando’s now on top of you, his hands either side of your head, his helm only centimetres away from you. You freeze in the moment. His heat was suffocating, but you didn’t mind. You felt comfortable, safe…odd. “Now isn’t the time for romantics, c’mon, get up!” Cara shouts before you can think any further. You both roll opposite ways, working in conjunction with one another. Looking up you spot two troopers bringing their blasters up to fire at you. You’d experienced this scenario more times than you could count. 2 versus 1… you liked these odds. You grinned, time for the fun to begin.

You pulled the Beskar combat knife from your chest, bringing it into a reverse grip. Lurching forwards you closed the distance between your targets. You knew that if you got close enough they wouldn’t shoot. You swung your right arm up then down across the left troopers closest forearm. They dropped to their knees in pain as crimson red stained their white armour. Turning quickly you dodged the others fist, shoulder dipping to the right, bringing you to face their back. You plunged the knife right into the exposed skin on the nape of their neck. The other trooper went to pull your legs but you kicked his damaged forearm to the ground, now placing your weight onto it. The first soldier screamed as the helmet of the other soldier you’d just swiftly dealt with dropped to meet his gaze, the shock short-lived as you finished the job. Sensing another blaster moving in your direction, you dropped onto your back. The shot fired, slipping through the air where your chest had just been. Swinging your legs up, you pulled two throwing knives from the punches on your hips. Pushing off with your hands at your head, you launch back up, using the momentum to catapult the throwing knives forward and bring you up into a crouching stance; the two other troopers on the opposite end of the room dropping with a thud. Yeah, I still got it.

Mando’s back was to you, and once he’d realised what happened he turned his head. He wasn’t even given a chance to fight, you’d already dealt with the situation.

“How did you-… wha…” He stuttered, completely dumbstruck with what just happened. He knew you were good, but not that good.

“I liked the odds,” You said, shoulders shrugging. You turned to Karga who was braced against a wall. You gestured to your knife that shook precariously in his hand, his gaze on you dumbfounded. You moved your arm up and encouraged him to chuck it to you. He didn’t hesitate to do what you asked and you caught it with your left hand. Reaching down you retrieved the other knife from the troopers neck, wiping the blood off of the blade and onto the body of the trooper. Suddenly realising what exactly was going on, Mando grabbed the comlink, his platonic gaze leaving you as you made haste for cover.

“Are you back to the ship yet?” He shouted to Kuill, not even attempting to hide the panic in his voice. He’d realised how much the situation had escalated.

“Not yet” Kuill replied, the comlink crackling due to the distance. He really needed to hurry, every second counted.

“Get back to the ship and bail! Get the kid out of here. We're pinned down!” And he closed the line. Kuill got the picture, you hoped.

“You have something I want.” Comes Gideon’s voice. You’d recognise it from anywhere.

“Who is this guy?” Cara eyes you, she wants answers, now.

“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of. But you do not.” Oh he always was one for dramatics. “In a few moments, it will be mine” Cara’s staring at you now, searching your eyes for answers, but you don’t have any answers. You thought that he was dead 5 minutes ago, your world’s been turned upside down too. “It means more to me than you will ever know” Yeah sure, bring it on.

“Try the sewers” Mando huffed, “the Mandalorian’s have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape” He pauses for a second, turning his head slowly. It looks like he’s scanning for something. “Right, there, the vent!” He points to the far right corner of the room. Karga and Mando run over, you join Cara on the opposite pillar to the cantina, the window now to your left.

Cara nods her head towards the window, “They’re setting up an E-Web…” You automatically shrink a little, knowing the destruction that you’re yet to face. That's not good. Not good at all.

“Ugh, Mando… think you can hurry up on that vent?” You shout to him, your eyes staying fixed on the E-Web and white sea of troopers outside.

“What do you think I’m doing!” He shouts back, obviously displeased at your distasteful trope.

“Look, I know that you probably take pride in your stamina but now really isn’t the time!” You joke, trying to bring the mood up a little. You’d always joked in your head when things didn’t go to plan, it was a way for you to cope; sometimes making crude jokes to yourself would even help you focus. Might as well have a bit of fun. You’re not so confident that you’re gonna get out of this anymore. Unfortunately, the joke fell short.

“Oh” You hear a slight modulated chuckle, “When we get out of here I swear to the maker I’m gonna make you regret that” The irritation is overt. But some sick part of you took that completely wrong way, and now you want to know what exactly he’d do. The motivation to get out of here is now a little stronger. You’re cut from your inappropriate thought by Gideon.

“Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation. I would prefer to avoid any further violence and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster.”

You roll your eyes to Cara, cut to the chase, although your internal humour is cut short, “If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporised mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model” Oh no, this isn’t good, this isn’t good at all.

“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore…” Din Djarin, is that…oh no “…when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears. I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karga to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside.”

This couldn’t get any worse. Din… it even felt wrong thinking his name, let alone knowing it. It was forbidden, and his rights, his religion, his creed had just been publicly disrespected by Gideon. The damage was irreparable. Oh, it’s on, I'm— your mental monologue is interrupted.

“Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice you, sweetheart.” He says your name, “Can’t forget you can I? The Master Assassin that went rogue, who murdered a republican official in cold blood. A coveted war hero. Oh no,” you hear a dramatic chuckle, “you're the best of this bunch! It’s a shame really, I always regretted destroying that switch, we could’ve used your…expertise”

So it was him. All this time, he’d been the one that did this to you, caused you this pain, suffering. But for what?

You looked up at Cara, who’s eyes were wide. She knew there wasn’t much hope now. He’s got the high ground. Turning further, Din caught your attention. His T visor was glaring you down from across the room. His body was slack. You knew why you could feel it. You wanted to apologise to him, do anything you could to take that pain away. You knew it was sacred. Tears pricked your eyes. All this information was too much. This couldn’t be happening.

“The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end.”

Karga bartered with Gideon, trying to find time whilst Mando returns to the sewer situation.

“Who is he?” Cara asked you, her voice shaky with dwindling control.

“It’s Moff Gideon.” Mando cuts you before you can reply, “I know who he is. I wasn’t born on Mandalore, I was found as a Child. They raised me as a foundling in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him.”

You try to cut the information from your head, not wanting to invade anymore into his life. Enough had been revealed today, you weren’t going to take it from him unless he really wanted you to know.

Then, you think you’re hearing things. The sound of blaster fire, but it wasn’t shooting at any of you…

“Look!” Cara shouts, and like the shining knight in the armour he is, IG speeds around the corner, taking out swathes of troopers with his grand entrance.

“Cover me!” Mando shouts to you. The order kicks a switch in you and you’re doing as you’re told without hesitation. You push through the door, instantly dealing with the trooper directly in-front of you with a metal shard. Mando takes out the guard who had been hiding on the corner block to the building. How’d you miss them? No stupid mistakes. You turned to Mando, nodding as you smirked, “Thanks.”

“Guess I’m not completely useless then.” He jokes before running to the left. Now you’re confused, this man was completely unpredictable. He jumped up behind the E-Web cannon as IG took out more troopers, and all you could do was watch in awe as this incredible force of nature did what he did best. The smile that had grown on your face was short-lived as you saw a trooper aiming for his back. Jumping into action you started working alongside him, like a team. In those moments it felt like you’d always worked together, you knew what the other was going to do before they did it, you’d clicked. Out of all the times you could admit to harbouring feelings towards someone, you chose this moment to acknowledge the man next to you. And the moment couldn’t have been better.

You work with a familiar fluidity, your body on autopilot as you take out troopers one by one. Mando took the further ones down with the machine gun whilst you dealt with those at close range using the throwing daggers he’d given to you, not missing a single target. Open combat like this was never something you wanted to do; you liked working alone in the shadows and avoiding mass direct confrontation at all costs, but if this is what it was like to work as a team with someone, to watch your back while you watched theirs, then by god had you been missing out on the fun.

Like a train, the all-too-familiar feeling hits you. Somethings about to happen, you can sense it. Turning a 180, your back to Mando’s, you see Gideon aiming his blaster. Without thinking you launch two shards at him. With the flick of his wrist one flies away, the other scraping his shoulder. The injury just enough to avert his aim slightly, the blaster shot pinging off of the corner of Mando’s pauldron. But he’s not done. You run forward, sliding to the floor to avoid the blaster which was now trained on you. Grabbing two more blades you catapult them towards Gideon, but he just waves them away. His eyes avert from yours, now fixed on a box just off from Mando’s location. On the ground, you turn, following his line of sight. And then you realise. It’s too late. Mando’s sent flying, the explosion from the E-Web power box knocking him against the wall of the cantina just under the window. You scream, scrambling to get up but Gideon has you by the neck in a force choke. You can only watch as Cara drags Mando back inside, glad that he’s now out of Gideon’s reach.

“Oh, simple mistakes. You should know not to turn your back on your opponent,” Gideon chides, laughing as he admired his handiwork. You were dangling about half a foot off the ground, struggling for air. You still had free movement of your limbs and your hands went up to your neck in an attempt to release the pressure, now beginning to shake with bubbling anxiety. Your efforts were in vain.

“I had great pleasure in working with you on our little project. You were my number one to bet on. Your hard work bought me this,” you heard a slight ruffling coming from behind, but didn’t see the black hilt he held in his free hand, “If only you were more compliant we wouldn’t have had to dispose of you. Shame really, such a waste.” His words ripped into you. The manipulation, the torture, the pain, all now coming out in this one moment. It was overwhelming. You’ve never felt emotion so strongly in your life and you hated that it was because of him, because he was controlling you. This was it. Everything you’d done, and it ended like this.

No.

You relaxed, taking a steady breath. Close your eyes, breathe. In, out, in out.

Now .

And with a swift twist, you’d brought your right hand down under your lifted left leg, firing the dagger you’d discreetly hidden up your sleeve from earlier through your legs. You didn’t miss. The pressure around your neck dropped. Choking you turned your head back, trying to hold the composure you still had left. Gideon’s wild stare returned yours, but this time around his eyes were the ones swimming in fear. You controlled him now. He was on his back clutching his stomach just to the right, the blood hidden by his dark uniform. Looking away you pushed yourself up. Slightly dizzy at the blood rushing back to your head you blinked aggressively, but your thoughts became clear as day. You unsheathed both knives. Gideon struggled backwards in the dirt but was slowly pinned down by you as you straddled him, one knee to the floor and the other at a right angle. You leant over. You weren’t shaking now, you were calm, yet furious. You brought them to a crisscrossed conjunction at his neck.

Your eyes met his.

Do it. Give in. Feed the temptation.

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Five days detoxing at Doc's house+rehab+therapy=road to recovery=out of the woods. It's the magical equation I swore up and down wouldn't end in "Error."

The few dishes on the counter shatter into the floor once Nikki roughly sits me on it, his fingers digging into my thighs that wrap securely around him, our tongues twisting as we tug and pull at each other's clothes.

I get his pants undone as he pulls the towel from around my body, taking a handful of my soaking wet hair in his hand and tugging my head back to leave bites and bruises up and down my neck, causing me to hum in pleasure while my core pulses with anticipation to be filled by him.

Moving myself to the edge of the counter, spreading my legs as he runs his fist up and down his length a few times, I take heavy breaths, a wash of shame coming over me for a moment because this is the complete opposite of what we were instructed to do.

But fuck the "no contact" rule.

I've barely had any contact with him the past few months because he's been stoned or drunk. Telling me to practically ignore and avoid him for 30 days straight is like waving a loaded syringe in an addict's face before sitting it down in front of them and leaving them alone after telling them "okay I know it's right there and it's the one thing you struggle most to control yourself around, but don't even look at it."

Fuck that, and Nikki. And I refuse to walk around my own house anymore and not do the latter of those two.

The indescribable feeling of him pushing into me has my head tipping back , and my eyes closing as the both of us let out content sighs.

I put my weight on one of my hands that rests on the counter beside me, the other hand wrapped around the back of Nikki's neck, as he moves in and out of me ferociously and I meet him thrust for thrust.

Let's take a step back and catch up on how he and I had gotten to that point.

Eight Days Earlier

"You two can detox at my place, check into rehab, come out when you're better and we'll go from there." Doc explains to Nikki and Tansy as they both sit on our couch.

"W-What about the press? Or my mom?" Tansy asks him nervously, fumbling with the tag on the throw blanket she's enveloped in.

"You let me deal with your mom and the media, alright?" Doc assures her.

"Surely your mom won't be pissed at you for getting help, Tans." I try to tell her and she rubs her lips together.

"People will know I have a problem if I got to rehab." She points out. "It'll make me look bad."

"Having to cover your entire body with makeup to hide the discoloration of your skin and the track marks, looks bad, Tansy. Screw what people think. At least you're admitting you need help." I say and she doesn't reply, just looking at Nikki to gauge his reaction to all of this.

He looks pissed, but too tired and defeated to give a shit enough to argue with me anymore about it.

"What's the point of rehab if I'm just gonna end up kicking it at Doc's place?" Nikki asks me and I let out a breath.

"Because rehab will teach you coping mechanisms that Doc can't, Nikki. It won't take that long for you to get out if you just try your best at it." I reply and he scoffs.

"So, what, you're babysitting me at Doc's until I'm done throwing up, shitting myself, and having hot and cold flashes and then shipping me off for a few weeks?" He cuts his dead eyes at me and Doc and I exchange looks.

"Well, it depends on how quickly you adjust to rehab and make a turn around, as to how soon you can get out...so it might be more than a few weeks." Doc informs him. "And Bob has already scheduled you and Viv an appointment with a marriage therapist."

"Well if I'm spending more than three weeks in rehab there's no point in working on our marriage."

"The program you'll be in includes this particular therapist who's currently working on creating a schedule for Vivian to come visit you often and you two have your sessions bi-weekly." Doc states and Nikki rolls his jaw, looking at me.

"Is this what you really want? Your husband gone for weeks on end until some quack gives me a certificate and a gold star because I went 'X' amount of time without shooting up?" He harshly questions me and I rub my lips together.

I think of the reasons Nikki didn't spend more than three days in rehab the first time he went, was because A.) He refused to believe in a higher power, and B.) He didn't go to rehab because he knew he had a problem and wanted to get better, he went to rehab to appease the people around him because he felt we were twisting his arm until he gave up and cried "mercy" a.k.a "fine I'll go, just as long as you shut the fuck up and get off my back about it."

I look at him for a moment, studying his knotted hair, his yellow skin, his shot eyes, his weak appearance, before saying:

"I'd rather you hate me for a little while for getting you help, instead of waking up and trying to convince myself to continue to live in a world with no Nikki Sixx in it."

"We're not indestructible, Nikki." Tansy adds softly, knowing very well she and he both need help.

He doesn't say anything else.

She had Doc and I convinced she wanted help...but truth be told Nikki actually went to rehab while Tansy had Duff come get her from Doc's house.

She knew she had a severe problem, but the only time Tansy would "clean up" was when she gave her veins a break, out of fear of completely losing them, and was muscling smack. She would fall back on pills and lots of booze, then when some of her veins would start reviving themselves back from their smaller size, she would start up again.

I can't even say how much money she and her mother were paying people to keep quiet to the media.

Nobody could know perfect Tansy Lyn, Playboy's Barbie Doll, was so broken inside that she repeatedly destroyed her body, let it rebuild, and wrecked it again.

It must have been a punch in the face to her mom when Tansy came clean in '88 and admitted she had struggled with addiction and was going into rehab...and an even harder punch in the face when she came back in into the spotlight in 1989, dropping her stage name "Tansy Lyn" and dawning "Tansalyn Rose" after marrying Axl, and practically confessed every grimy detail of her obsession with hard drugs and alcohol since 1981, and why she started them to cope with what was happening behind the scenes of the brutal modeling industry.

In 1990, her vision-come-to-life, "I Won't Just Smile", was born. It started as a campaign to raise awareness against sexual abuse, exploitation, and coercion in all corners of the modelling industry, then stemmed into an organization that offered free services to victims of addiction and abuse, from rehab to post-assault counseling and everything in between.

Years of Diane's hard work to create her daughter's untouchable persona, completely shattered.

I was just thrilled Tansy had turned her struggles around and used them to help others, but first, she would have to face a handful of overdoses, one of which nearly killed her, have a section of her liver cut out, and have a temporary pace-maker.

All of it just made Axl more strict about drugs. Not just for the sake of the band and the fans, but he was afraid some members of Guns in particular would pull Tansy back into the merry-go-round of addiction after she got clean.

"You're telling me I can't stay with him and Tansy?" I ask Doc harshly in a whisper once the four of us get to his house.

"You won't want to stay, Viv. I'm telling you, they're gonna pull out all the stops to get you to cave and get them some smack because they'll be in so much pain. I don't want you to see them like that and I don't want you to compromise their recovery." He explains.

"You think I would do that?!"

"I know you would if it came down to it." He states and I roll my jaw. "This isn't just little flu symptoms and some body aches. They will feel like they are going to die, they will look like they are going to die and I cannot trust you not to give in." His brutal honesty. "You'll be able to see them in about a week, they'll be better by then and then we can look at the next step. Got it?"

I just glare at him.

"Go kiss 'em 'bye' and fuck off." He says next, waving his hand at me dismissively as he goes to my car to grab Nikki's bag and his car to grab Tansy's.

I step back into the living room to tell them 'bye' but stop myself, deciding it's better to let Doc deal with Nikki's pissed off temper when he discovers I won't be staying with them.

Grabbing my car keys from the table by the door, I head the house.

When I get back to our house, I check the machine that's blinking a light to signal a missed call.

I go to the kitchen and get a glass of water as Slash's voice slurs through the speaker.

"H-Hey, Viv, um...uh...we..." I chuckle at his incoherent mumbling and step to the phone to call him back as another message starts playing where his left off.

"Viv," It's Duff. "Call us back as soon as you can."

I furrow my brows a little, about to dial them back until yet another message comes on.

"Viv, we got signed!" Steven's screaming has me dropping my water and the phone, joy coursing through the soles of my feet up to my hair, and I'm running around and screaming along with his recorded message loudly blaring his own excitement.

I run back to the phone and pick it up, dialing their apartment.

"We got signed!" Steven's voice is shouting at me before the phone even rings a single ring.

"When?! How?! By who?!" I say back.

"We'll tell you over dinner because guess who got $7,500 cash advances?! The same mother fuckers who've been stealing from strippers to get by, that's who!" He exclaims.

"Yeah, don't ever tell people you guys did that!" I say in the same tone. "Lemme change and I'll be over there, okay?"

"Okay." He replies, and I can just hear his smile through the phone.

I hang up and give one last scream of happiness before sprinting to get changed and leave.

Tom Zutaut, the same man responsible for giving Mötley Crüe their shot, had given the same shot to Guns N' Roses.

They had signed to Geffen Records, and although that was their second goal--the first was getting a band together--they knew the main goal was to release their first album, and hopefully, have it a success.

Before I can even knock on the door, it's swinging open and Steven's like a puppy, jumping around, waiting on me by the door.

I hug him tightly, trying to keep myself from crying with immense relief that they're one step closer--a giant step closer--to their dream.

When we pull away from each other, Duff holds his hand up for me to give him a high-five and I do, his fingers locking with my hand to pull me into a hug and I'm sandwiched between him and Steven momentarily.

A flash catches my eye and we pull away from each other to see a girl with short, blonde hair, that I've never seen before, holding a camera.

"That's gonna be a good one." She tells us, smiling at Duff as the Polaroid deposits.

Mandy Brixx, member of the punk band, Lotus Lame and The Lame Flames, was a cute girl with bleach blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes and a captivating smile...and was also Duff's first wife.

Mandy wasn't perfect, but she didn't disown Duff after he told her he had gotten me pregnant.

Even though he didn't cheat on her with me, and they had been broken up for about six months when he and I got involved, I know it hurt her knowing he had hooked up with the woman she was sure she didn't have to worry about when they dated. They ended up getting back together in 1988 and got married the same year.

They divorced two years later because something just "changed" and neither of them were happy, but I've always respected her because she was really good to Monroe.

His second wife, however, was crazier than a run over dog because she was always on something.

The last time I saw her in 1993, she had said something crass and rude to Tansy and before Tansy could reply, I was asking Linda, "were you born a cunt or does the crack just bring it out of you?"

She swung on me and I swung back. Except when I throw a punch, I make sure it lands.

Maybe she would've actually hit me if her equilibrium weren't as fried as her brain.

I would've kicked her ass if Duff and Matt Sorum hadn't pulled me off of her.

I hope she got her shit together after they divorced in 1995.

I guess bass players and crack-head models go hand-in-hand...

"Viv, this is my girlfriend, Mandy." Duff introduces me. "Mandy, this is my best friend, Viv."

"Hi, it's good to finally meet you." Mandy tells me with a gentle smile and I extend my hand to her.

"You, too." I reply as she takes my hand in her's, my eyes subtly flickering to Duff now that he's standing beside her, silently asking him when the hell he was going to tell me about his girlfriend.

"I'll tell you later." He mouths to me where she can't see and I just keep smiling as she strikes up conversation with me.

Once we get to the Rainbow, Steven and I are a few steps in front of Duff and Mandy, the blonde drummer letting out a little sigh.

"What is it?" I ask, nudging him.

"Just worried about Tansy." He admits, and I raise my brows. "It's not like that, Viv, I swear." He promises. "She's a cool person, is all. I wish she was here to celebrate this with us."

"I'm sure she'll be thrilled to hear about it when you're allowed to go visit her in rehab." I remind him. "Where's the guys?" I ask next as we step into the Rainbow.

"Slash is hanging out with this chick he met a couple weeks ago, Izzy's with his girl friend and I don't know where Axl is." He tells me and I nod. "So it's just a double date for us tonight." He grins widely, winking at me slickly.

After hours of just goofing off, talking, eating and demonstrating our celebration of Guns' stepping stone, Mandy's calling it a night.

"I'll call you later, Duff." She says to him as she grabs her jacket and he stands up to let her scoot out of the booth.

"Sounds good, babe." He replies, kissing her cheek.

"It was really nice to meet you." She tells me.

"It was nice to meet you, too." I reply.

"Bye." She smiles one last time at Duff, waving to Steven before leaving.

"When did you me--"

"Viv, lemme out." Steven interrupts me and I furrow my brows.

"What?"

"Lemme out, there's a hot girl at the bar and she just waved me over. I wanna get laid. Lemme out." He pleads and I roll my eyes and scoot out so he can stand up.

He does so, heading straight to the bar to try his luck with a beautiful brunette.

And then there were two.

"You were saying?" Duff chuckles out when Steven's gone and I smile a little.

"When did you and Mandy meet?" I ask him and he lets out a breath of cigarette smoke.

"Uh, a month ago, maybe? She gave me her number and I went back and forth with myself until I convinced myself to call her." He explains. "We spent the weekend together so I guess we get along pretty good. She's a great girl."

"She seems nice." I tell him, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, she is." He agrees, taking another drag of his cigarette.

I take a sip of my water and sit in the silence that falls over us before noticing he's staring at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You wanna go somewhere with me?" He offers, putting his cigarette out.

"Where?"

"C'mon." He stands up, nodding to the door.

"But Steven--"

"--Is about to go mess around with that girl in the bathroom. He's not gonna be mad if we leave him." He adds. "C'mon, you'll like where we go."

"If you say so." I shrug.

He pays the bill and the two of us head back to their apartment so he can get his car.

I know I should have been at home by the phone, waiting for a call from Doc or Nikki or Tansy, but it was pointless to sit at home and worry when I couldn't do anything about it anyway.

When we get to where we're going, Duff is parking his car in the lot of an abandoned building, and I glance around to see there's not much traffic around us.

"Is this the part where you murder me?" I ask him and he busts out in laughter, shaking his head.

"This is where Mandy and her band rehearses." He explains.

"Why're we here?"

"I picked her up here the other day and noticed something you might like." He gets out the car and opens his trunk, pulling out a shopping bag.

"Duff..." I say, uneasy as we approach the rusted door.

"Shh, I got it." He digs in his jacket pocket and plucks out a worn key, unlocking the dead bolt and the door knob.

I follow him inside, and he switches on a light switch, only one light beam in the ceiling comes on, and in the large, dim room, I see a large mirrored wall, sleek but worn out wood floors, and I turn to see Duff holding out a brand new pair of pointe shoes to me.

I wasn't going to tell him I'd gone so long without dancing that I'd have to work my way back up to dancing on pointe, because he'd spent money for the shoes and they looked to be around my size and I didn't want to know how observant he had to be to estimate my shoe size in terms of ballet...so I did something I was really good at doing at that time in my life.

I kept myself from crying.

I knew Duff was going to be a constant encourager in my life when he held those shoes out to me and so easily, so confidently, said:

"You've supported and helped me get into my groove of things to start accomplishing my dream. Now, I'm helping you get back into your's."

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mötley crüe #gateway drug

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bigsisterbabysitter · 5 years

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His Girl 》 Part 2

Promt: Billy and Max are thriving in the Henderson house, but when Billy and Y/N go to a party things get a bit intense and Y/N has a few to many drinks

Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of Past abuse, SMUT

Chapter 2: New Friendships and Summer time Bliss

Billy and Max had been staying in the Henderson House for 3 months as the abuse case got very messy, Susan unfortunately getting into some trouble for never reporting the incidents they awarded Guardian ship to her Step Brother Billy Hargrove. Of course there were still visitations but the relationship was definitely strained. But for the most part everyone's lives were finally becoming peaceful. The school years was comming to a close and the first year of highschool for the party had been a success.

Billy had gotten a job at the local mechanic shop and was absolutely flourishing. Y/N took less of the night shifts at the Gas Station and was looking into other options for work. Once Y/N the Mother Hen of the group next to Steve of course started bringing Billy around more he was accepted with open arms much to Max and Y/Ns delight. He tought the boys about cars and in turn they took him to the arcade and got him in touch with his fun side. It was like a happy family they ate pizza and watched late movies all crashing at whoever's house was the hub that night. On more than one occasion the kids snapped pictures if Billy and Y/N knocked out together on the couch they were just waiting for them to get together at this point.

The Byers returned to Hawkins for the summer, Will and El getting out of school 2 weeks earlier than the others and were staying in a cabin by the lake. Surely that would be where the party spent most of their times this summer.

Billy stood infront of his mirror in the spare room he and Max had been sharing. Though most night he snuck to Y/Ns room to sleep peacefully beside her it was like she was a sheild for his nightmares. Max of course pretended not to notice. He fiddled with his hair anxiously wearing a pair of jeans and his red button down slightly unbuttoned due to the heat. He huffs and sighs jumping when Max speaks from the door way

"You look fine. Y/Ns in the livingroom and shes getting impatient..." she smirks and walks over giving her brother a light punch "go have fun please" she said with a soft look. He hadent done much but hang out at home with her friends and work. Admittedly the thought of the party made him nervous.. Billy Hargrove nervous about a party HAH what a laugh. He smirked and ruffled the red heads hair "alright alright dont have to much fun without me kay?" She pushes him out the door "fine now go" she laughs

When Billy walked into the livingroom his breath cought in his throat. Y/N wore a sunny yellow sundress with thin straps. Her hair was curled and on the sides of her head her hair was braided into a crown with a Daisy hair pin holding it together at the back of her head. She looked so sweet and elegant. He had to shake his head "wow" he whispers

Y/N looked up "finally you take longer than I do!" She laughs grabbing his arm saying her goodbyes Dustin piping up playfully "hey Hargrove have her home by midnight" making Billy blush with a laugh. Y/N would be lying if she said she hadent put extra effort into her look painted her nails and toes a bright summery color and wore a sundress that fell mid thigh. She wore a flowery perfume and had a little makeup on, glossy plump lips and some mascara on those fluttery lashes of hers. She looked killer and she knew it. Climbing into the Camaro they drove to the party together and met up with their friends Steve patting Billy's back reassuringly "hey man just take it slow and have fun" he says as Nancy drug Y/N ofd to dance and chatter away

Billy really started to loosen up and become himself again a drink in hand he talked to a few people from highschool keeping close to Steve. They had gotten pretty close over the few months finding an interest in cars together, it had been helpful to have grown up guy talk. Then Stella whom back in his pkayboy days when he first arrived had been a fling on and off. She was a lanky blonde who wore skimpy cloths and had pretty blue eyes, a cheerleader he chatted her up awkwardly as she kept putting her hands to his chest and giggling. During a slower song she did somthing that cought him off gaurd she kisses him hard he jumped away "Uh sorry but no thanks I'm kinda with someone"

The girl giggled "oh hunny" she slurred "I know you you ain't with anyone" she giggles leaning in again and Billy's fists clenched rage in his eyes "you know NOTHING about me" he snaps she looks up as Steve pulls her away and sends her on her pouty way "hey man shes not worth the time" he pay his shoulder reassuringly. Little did anyone know across the room Y/N had seen them dancing and kissing and her heart was shattered... fine she stomped to the kitchen to hide her tears if Billy could cut loose with some bimbo.. so could she.

Chapter 3: Dunken Tantrums

Much to Nancy's dismay Y/N started to down cup and shots left and right until she lost count. She knew why but she couldn't tell anyone. Y/N was in love with Billy and some other tramp kissed him infront of her. She kept trying to corral the drunk girl as she stumbled around soon Jonathan started trying to help as well as Jonathan was like Y/Ns big brother of sorts since neither of them had fathers they were quick friends in middle school along with Nancy. Steve joined the group in highschool but he was with Billy. Soon there was a loud crash from the kitchen and Nancy yelling as men cheered. Steve looked to Billy confused then on cue Jonathan came pushing through the living room "Y/N" he panted "Drunk. Dancing, table" Steves eyes widened but Billy was already running into the room and was met with the scene.

Nancy stood arms out starched behind the table incase her friend fell Y/N danced swiveling her hips and squealing with her arms in the air. It wasnt on purpose but with here being up there the boys below got a nice view up her dress at a white Lace thong. They cheered and clapped as she danced to Pour some sugar on me by Def Leopard her drunken gaze met Billy's shocked face and she Squealed "Billy!! You're heeeerreee did ya finish up with Stelllaaaa" she slurs leaning forward with a giggle. This elects applause as her cleavage is pressed together as she bends down.

Billy looked at the dunken girl "Y/N common" he says brows furrowed together. He cringed when she mentioned Stella. She didnt actually think that did she? It hurt his feelings a little to think she saw what everyone had seen a heartless play boy. "Common Sweerheart get down" he said firmly. She swated at his hand "nnnoope they lllike me!!" She pouted at him. One guy sits himself on the table "yeah we like her Hargrove" he runs his hand up her calf and the back of her thigh giving her round ass a pinch making her squeak"

Billy is furious grabbing the man by the shirt he yanks him up and slams him into the wall "you touch her again" he grins through his teeth "I'll kill you" he snaps like a feral dog the guy snorts "what's your problem Hargrove you blew it, it's our turn" when the man said our turn like she was a duck doll Billy lost it hauling back with a scream of rage and punched him in the face, the man flailed punching back landing one to hisntight cheek but it was weak wouldn't even leave a bruise. Billy held him to the ground and punched him over and over. Y/N looked at Billy gasping "Billy!" She cried out Nancy ran over grabbing Billy's fist "ENOUGH" She yells Y/N feels dizzy her heel slips but thankfully Jonathan was right there catching the messy girl in his arms "okay alright Y/N up we go" he coos to her as she stumbles "atta girl' he pushed her hair back and held her. Steve was busy getting rid if the crowd and blocking the exit as Y/N kept trying to escape.

Billy stopped when Nancy grabbed him his eyes furious. He say Jonathan catch Y/N thankfully and he shook his fist as it was sore knuckles split he looked at Nancy who said "look I cant really explain but you need to take her home.. after you and Stella... shes just really upset okay" Billy was confused but nodded "yeah okay" he walked over grabbing Y/N by the waist when she squirmed away from Jonathan "I'm sorry guy" he mutters throwing the yelling girl over his broad shoulder. She kicks and curses and pounds on his back and he ignores her putting her in the camaro and buckling her in. He gets in with a angery sigh and starts driving.

Y/N is drunk and angery her emotions running rapid. Clenching her fists she starts to scream like a toddler pounding her fists on the seat either side of her thighs "STOP THE CAR LET ME OUT" she shrieks. "No you're drunk" he snarls at her. But hes forced to pull over as she unbuckled herself and stated opening the door. He slams the breaks pulling over on the empty road "what the hell is wrong with you?!" He yells as she gets out

Y/N is hyperventilating walking a few feet from the car she grips her hair and yells at the forest to their left "ITS NOT FAIR" she yells going from loopy to emotional. Her hands tremble and Billy gets out of the car "Y/N what the fuck isnt fair what's you're problem. The Stella thing? News flash I didnt kiss her back!" She spins around "No she cant have you!" She yells shaking he looks at her blankly "What are tou talking about?! Jesus fucking christ why are you so mad about this why do you even care?!" She couldn't breath her tears came streaming out down her cheeks "no no no she cant that was suposed to be me!" She sobs falling to her knees the truth comes pouring out of her lips she rocks forward crying slapping her hands against the warm pavement like a child "I'm your girl not her!" She cried sobs racking through her body "I'm your girl" she shakes her head repeating herself

Billy stares at her in awe his heart breaks for the woman before him throwing a tantrum on the empty rode and he regrets even talking to Stella when she cries about being his girl he wants to cry with her. Hes loved her since the night she cleaned him up thats when he knew he was in love and it scared him like hell. He knelt down infront of her pulling her close "shhh shhh shh" he says rocking her small form "I'm sorry okay I'm sorry let's go home Angle let's go home okay" he whispers into her hair his heart breaking at the fact that he made her cry like this

Picking her up bridal style as her whimpers died down Billy places her in the passengers seat carefully. He presses his lips to her forehead and then drives them home.

Chapter 4: Handle with Care

She started to calm down her breathing normal curled up in the seat. It's only 10pm but the others were no where around thank god. He helped her walk inside and took her to her room. She sat on the bed wiping her eyes as she started to sober up. Billy had left and returned with a glass of water and some Asprin having her drink the entire glass. He sat on the bed beside her silently. She fiddled with the edge of her dress as she started to relize exactly what she had done. Her heart is pounding un her chest her buzz still remains but she was clear headed. They sat quietly for over 20 minutes before Billy turned to her. He looked her in her eyes and grabbed her face. Kissing her deeply. She gasped softly as he deepens the kiss holding her face to his he nips her plump lip softly and she pushes herself forward climbing into his lap wrapping her arms around him he grips her waist tightly "god I've wanted to do this for so long" he growls "I'm so sorry Y/N" he says softly pressing kisses to her cheeks and jaw she shakes her head "I'm sorry I was being so stupid I got jealous and lost it" she says tilting her head to the side as he trails down her neck

Billy sucks loves bits down to the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meets and bites down "you are my girl Y/N. You're my girl" he promises. She pulls his face back up to hers and kisses him deeply her hips unintentionally starting against his and he groans against her lips and their bruising kiss. She stops her movements and he growls "dont stop" he snaps out using his hands to move her against him bunching up her dress to get more friction.

The feeling over her lace covered pussy rubbing against his jean clad erection drives her crazy a whole new buzz taking over her body his hands travel from her waist to her ass gripping the soft skin she squeaks and she grips the hairs at the nape of his neck giving a soft tug electing a growl from deep in his chest she bits her lip looking at him with lust filled eyes. His own eyes hold the same look. Standing up holding her up he spins around and throws her onto her bed. She looks up at him her heart pounding as he crawls on top of her pushing the skirt of her dress up. He runs a hand down the front if her thong and kisses the top of her chest as he slides a finger through her folds slowly. Stopping to tease her clit she let's out soft little moans and he hums with a smirk "shhh can't draw any attention here love" he coos slipping a finger past her slick entrance she cries out and he places his free hand over her mouth as he fingers her slowly. 2 fingers curling into her G spot she moans under his grip and arches her back looking down at him and he smirks running his tounge over his teeth like a hungry wolf. This made her shiver just staring into those icey blue eyes. Just as she started to wither coming close tonger climax he removed his fingers making her whimper under his hand "not yet princess" he hums smirking sitting up he yanks her panties down her legs. Shes up just as fast pulling him by hisnshiet undoing his buttons. Her hands run over his tanned muscular skin fingers soft against his scars she looks up sweetly kissing each one individually. He stands shocked for a moment looking down as shes so tender with him

Her fingers worked at his belt as she kissed her way down his hops. Tugging down his pants and underwear letting his erection spring free. She hummed as she let him slip passed her lips and he grunts lacing his fingers in her hair. As she sucked him running her tounge along the underside of his cock. He felt himself twitch and he pushed her back. Drool dripping from her chin with a gasp and he crawls up her body on the bed "I need 5o be inside you" he growls she bites her lip and spreads her legs daringly "then come on in" she teases

Smirking he pulls her dress off of her aggressively and attacks her breasts with kisses and sucks. Lining himself up with her entrance she whimpers impatiently. Her heart racing as he slips inside froaning into her brests " fuck you're so tight princess" he groans into her skin and she threaded her fingers through his curls. His hopes moved slowly letting her get used to his size before he began to snap his hips faster pounding into her she had to cover her own mouth for fear of waking the house

Leaning back up he holds her thighs apart leaving fingerprint bruises in her skin. He looked down at her as she withered and moaned beneath him "mmm what a good girl" he cooed and she smiled up at him her brests bounce with each thrust and she uncovers her mouth eyes rolling back as she tightened around him and he smirks "are you going to come for me princess?" He asks growling as he picks up his speed pounding all the way deep side her "Yes!" She almost yells her toes curling her fists gripping the sheets and he barks "Cum for me" and his words have her unraveling her back arches and he reaches down pinching her swollen little clit pushing her further off that edge. He groans watching her come undone and hes close behind. Pulling out letting her legs fall he pumps himself in his fist rapidly painting her stomach and hips with his cum. He looks down at her state panting. Her brests rise and fall with her breaths. The small bruises on her thighs and the hickey on her neck surrounded by a soft bite mark. Pulling in his boxers he leaves only to come back with a wash cloths wiping her down as she can hardly move.

He grabs her a clean pair of panties and one of his tshirts and dresses her. She lifts his hips for him smiling arms above her head. Sitting up she slips his tshirt on and he climbs into the bed beside her. Pulling her under the covers he laces his fingers in her hair and kisses her head muttering "That's my girl" massaging her scalp softly. They fall asleep tangled in eachother, that was the first time Billy loved anyone in this way. And she would be his only love.

#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #smut

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zoe-oneesama · 5 years

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I'm sorry if this seems rude, but your treatment of Alya makes me very uncomfortable. This isn't something you're entirely to blame for, as a good chunk of the fandom treats her very poorly (with either ignoring her or reducing her role to "ships the lovesquare"), but the amount of comics and posts you've made about punishing Alya feels a little extreme to me at this point. I understand the salt after chameleon, but everyone was ooc in that ep. Also it's been over a month. (1/2)

I will start by saying thank you for coming to me with your complaints in honestly the nicest way you possibly could, I really appreciate you taking a very calm and critical tone in approaching me with a genuine concern.

I will also point out I can’t think of any comics I’ve made attacking Alya or punishing her, so I’m not sure what you mean by that, but maybe I’ve re blogged someone else’s comic and it’s not coming to mind right now. But I also try hard to tag stuff so people can block the rants they don’t want to see. I guess the probelm is I use the #alya salt tag instead of #anti alya.

And I can agree that Alya’s characterization has gotten out of hand in the fanon vs canon, particularly when we had that long hiatus so fanon Alya bled into the consciousness and confused what actually is canon Alya.

However I won’t apologize for being critical of Alya. I will try to explain my own reasoning for you though so maybe you can understand where I’m coming from.

My two main criticisms of Alya are 1) She’s not a good journalist and 2) She disregards Marinette’s feelings even though she’s her best friend.

The Good Journalist is something that I personally think is a fanon idea. Her being an ethical, searches only for the truth reporter who has integrity about the facts came from the hiatus, and my position on this is supported in canon.

When Marinette’s identity, the secret she holds most dear, is in jeopardy, because it’s Alya who is making the claim, she is unconcerned. If Alya was a threat to her identity (i.e. someone who often had evidence to support their claims) she would be worried, but instead she brushes it off. Like it’s not the first time Alya’s pitched a theory from left field at her. Even Nino laughs right in her face.

Volpina backs this up with her posting an unverified video of Lila claiming to be best friends with Ladybug without getting any sources or evidence that it could be true. In doing this, not only is she reducing her blog to a gossip column, but she is directly endangering this girl by blasting her relationship with a Superhero where anyone could see it. Because her scoop is more important that truth.

There’s also her crusade to find out Ladybug’s secret identity, something that, having established she’s a huge superhero comic fan, she should know the repercussions of. Endangerment of self, friends, and family in the face of a very dangerous super villain. It continues to prove where Alya’s priorities are.

But I actually want to make something clear: Being a bad journalist is not something I hate Alya for. She’s a young, immature girl. She’s wrapped in the excitement of magic and superheroes and is riding the hype to it’s conclusion. It’s partially Ladybug’s fault for indulging in Alya and being biased towards her friend that Alya has the platform she has and the belief in her abilities. And Alya does put a lot of hard work into her journalism, she just needs to do more growing and get a better understanding of what ethical journalism is.

I’m just critical of it because of the fanon warping her into this amazing journalist when she’s just a kid with no self preservation and tenacity.

The Bad Friend thing is what imagine you mostly came here for. And I want to make it clear here as well: I don’t think Alya is a terrible friend. Most of the time I don’t think she’s even a bad friend. But what happened in Volpina, Heroes Day, and Chameleon hit me in a bad way.

In Volpina, we see Marinette express concern about Lila hanging over Adrien and Alya dismisses her to gush over her blog.

I didn’t have a problem with this when it first came out. Marinette knows Lila is a liar only because she is Ladybug and so she knows Lila is lying in her interview. Marinette has a problem with liars AND a jealousy problem that has gone unchecked by Volpina. But from Alya’s perspective, Marinette is being unreasonably possessive and is prone to over reacting. She has no obligation to interfere with Adrien and Lila just because Marinette is feeling territorial.

This only becomes an issue in addition to the other two episodes.

In Heroes Day we get this gem of a line, which is really irritating, esPECIALLY because as a series finale it had to come after Frozer, which proved that Marinette has made great strides in overcoming her jealousy. As her best friend, Alya should be giving Marinette the benefit of the doubt, not Lila. But instead, she doesn’t ask what Marinette’s problem is with Lila she just assumes it without opening discussion about what could be bothering her usually kind and accommodating best friend. Compound it with her dismissal of Marinette in Volpina, and I’m beginning to get weary.

But then Chameleon. Ooooooh Chameleon. Let me count the ways Alya specifically failed as a friend:

1) Kicked Marinette out if her seat without asking

2) Replaced Marinette as her seatmate with her boyfriend without asking

3) Pushing Marinette to the back row seat alone without asking

4) When Marinette claims Lila is lying, Alya asks for Marinette to prove Lila isn’t telling the truth instead of investigating if Lila is telling the truth.

5) Pulls that not apology apology that puts the blame on Marinette for getting upset about the situation.

(gif by @oui-ladybug)

That last on is subject to interpretation, but look at it closely, There’s no “I’m sorry for putting you in that situation without your consent.” No “I’m sorry for not taking your feelings into account.”

This throw away line is like someone saying “I’m sorry YOU got upset.” Like you overreacted. Like it’s your fault you got hurt.

You may say I’m reaching, and I’ll admit my interpretation is probably not a universal one. I’ve made no secret of it in past posts. I have a personal issue with how Alya acts in regard to Marinette’s feelings.

I had a best friend from the age of 5 to 20. Looking back I can find a lot of flaws in our friendship but at the time I thought it was great, mutually supportive and filled with love. Until she started dating. She had a boyfriend her last two years of high school and up to around the time we stopped being friends. She was attached at the hip to him, spending all her free time with him instead of me and bringing him to outings with us without asking me first. I tried to hide my discomfort because I had already almost lost her friendship by throwing up a fuss over her dating him - because he was my ex (first!) boyfriend. But I put my feelings aside because she was really into him and I valued our friendship more than this dumb guy. But apparently I was the only one.

Things went downhill fast when we graduated high school. She and her boyfriend stayed at home and went to a local college (no shame there) and I went to a university 3 hours away. We weren��t going to see each other near as often obviously, but we had always been very good at texting and calling each other so I wasn’t worried. But she didn’t text me anymore. She never called. All contact I had to initiate first. She never made the drive up to see me unless she needed something (she stayed at my place when she wanted to go to the Renaissance Fair nearby my college).

But what hurt most is when I would drive down to see her. I’d drive the three hours, having made plans weeks in advance to make sure it worked around our schedules, only for her to cancel last minute on me. Because she wanted to hang out with her boyfriend instead. The same boyfriend she saw LITERALLY everyday. And it happened multiple times.

She didn’t care what I did for her. She didn’t respect my time or effort or feelings. She assumed I’d be fine with it. She assumed I wouldn’t mind or if I did I’d “get over it” like I always do (get over it as in grin and bear it). She made decisions for me and without regard to what I thought. She just wanted a cardboard cutout to call Best Friend without actually putting in any of the work.

There are plenty of other things that started to bother me about our friendship, but because this is what ultimately ended it it’s what bothers me the most. So I take personal offense with Alya making assumptions about Marinette’s feelings and justifications without asking. I have issues with Alya making decisions for Marinette without asking. And I especially have issues with Alya choosing her boyfriend over her best friend because that hits me personally.

I know Chameleon was OOc for the characters…for MOST of the characters. But Alya? This has been building up. It’s not the first time. It’s just the most egregious time.

And a bonus it’s really annoying that Alya assumes Marinette is crazy jealous when a few of Marinette’s craziest moments are a result of Alya’s insistence or pushing OR Alya tries to steer her away from making mature decisions.

Marinette stealing Adrien’s phone?

Marinette making an elaborate scheme to separate Adrien from his bodyguard to go on a date with him?

Marinette tries to be realistic and help Adrien on his date while simultaneously letting him go?

Alya was one of those cases where one event made me think back really hard about her role as Marinette’s best friend and just what kind of hand she’s had in shaping Marinette’s behavior, and honestly? She’s not the amazing friend I remembered her as in Season 1. Which sucks! Because I lOVEd Alya. A sassy mom friend who takes no shit and gets shit done? A gorgeous POC that pushed her friend to make things happen for herself?! Yes please!

So I still hate on Chameleon, not just for the episode, but for the wakeup call I DIDN’t ask for!!

p.s. the reason I’m still salting on it is because the episode totally failed to resolve Alya’s issues in this episode. i.e. being a hypocrite.

#alya salt #ml salt #my opinion #ask zoe #ml #miraculous ladybug

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mo-mo-and-porkchop · 5 years

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Umbrella academy fiction

Chapter 1

Canon and OC; Deigo x OC, Klaus x OC platonic

*as always I do not own any part of the canon characters or show. I am merely writing my own adaptation to the storyline. Nor do I own any gifs/gif credit.

**I do own all things related to the OCs and additional story elements. And apologies, I couldn't find any "young" gifs of them, but they are all meant to be young adults to show age in this fic.

Tagging: @imcrowley , @wicked-bitch-of-the-west

On a typical sunny day in 1989 a girl was born under extraordinary circumstances - her mother beginning the day not pregnant and ending it with a newborn girl. Reginald Hargreaves was unable to purchase their gift from God, but as fate would have she would still become linked to the obsessive billionaire through Klaus, his disappointing Number Four.

One fateful night in her bar thrust the two into each other's life and they soon became close friends, their tragic pasts a common denominator. Emily tried to aid her friend and his family in thwarting the apocalypse, but her life ultimately lost when the shit inevitably hit the fan.

This is not that story.

Our story takes place five years after the Hargreaves family jumped back in time after unsuccessfully saving the world; bringing with them all the knowledge gained from their first chance at life.

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"I'm telling you Diego. We can do this," Klaus said pleadingly to his brother. "She said if she had only gotten out a few years earlier, she would have had a better chance at life. We can give her that chance."

Diego stopped just outside his room. He eyed Klaus as he begged for him to agree.

"Please Diego. She is...was my friend," he corrected himself. This time travel thing was hard to get used to. "I owe it to her to at least try."

It was true that Emily had been as good a friend as someone could to Klaus back then. He'd beena raging drug addict who brought nothing but chaos. There weren't many people who could handle something like that. She'd been one of the few; even managing to get him into rehab a few times.

Not that it had mattered. Klaus had a standing bed there back then and the staff a running pool on how short his next break would last.

But it had been obvious she at least cared for him. And that was more than Diego could say for himself. Klaus was his brother and he had given two shits at the time if he lived or died.

"Fine," he finally agreed.

"Yes!" Klaus said quietly, but triumphantly.

With his second time around, he wanted to get it right. Make amends for his previous infractions.

Starting with this.

"But we do this my way. You got it," he said definitively, getting close enough to stop Klaus' little victory dance. He wanted to make sure his brother understood just how serious he was.

"Got it," Klaus said with a mock salute. "If I remember correctly, right around now would be the 'Halloween lockdowns' as Em liked to call it," Klaus said with a small smirk Diego's way.

His brother looked at him confused "Lockdowns? Where is she? A prison?"

Oh, that's right. He doesn't know.

It had taken Klaus awhile to pull what nuggets she had revealed of her past. He knew, without a doubt, Diego hadn't gotten shit out of her. The few times they'd met his brother was partial to being an asshole to anyone who even remotely took Klaus' side and she had been no different.

"She's at a religious boarding school," Klaus explained quickly. "A real scared straight kinda one. From what she told me though, the night before Halloween the nuns do one final sweep of the grounds, leaving the front door unlocked."

"Pfft. Morons," Diego huffed, the fact that he was speaking of godly women lost to him completely. "So it's a dash and grab. Easy."

"Yeeaa...about that," Klaus began tentatively. Diego had only just agreed to spring Emily from Hell.

"What?" Diego asked lowly. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hope up so easily. Nothing was ever so cut and dry with Klaus.

"She's also, sort of, kinda in her own lockdown. We may need Five to help us too," he added reluctantly. "Which is fine," he quickly continued, keeping Diego from immediately changing his mind. "Ever since we got back Five has really been a team player. I'm sure if our little heist idea came from you he'd be on board. A hundred percent."

Diego couldn't take this shit with Klaus a second go 'round. He wanted to break Emily out of school? Fine. He needed Diego's help? Also, peachy fuckinf keen. But if he insisted on keeping secrets along the way then Diego would walk his happy ass on out the door and Klaus could go fuck himself.

He grabbed hold of his brother, who flinched more from shock than fear, and drug him into his room, away from listening ears. He tossed his brother onto his bed as gently as he could. Klaus watched as he pulled his desk chair over, sitting on it backward and leaning against it.

"Before I ask Five anything you are gonna spill your guts and give me all the Intel you have on Emily. Otherwise, I'm out and you're on your own."

Klaus groaned with Diego's ultimatum. "Fine," he grumbled. "I'll tell you everything. But you have to swear you'll get Five to help no matter what," he countered holding up his pinky.

"What are you, six?"

"Nothing is more binding than a pinky swear," Klaus said, wiggling his fingers enticingly.

"You never quit do you?"

"Nope," Klaus said with a satisfied grin.

"Jesus Christ." Diego sighed with a roll of his eyes, but nevertheless he linked pinkies with his brother.

"No matter what," Klaus reiterated.

"No matter what," Diego reluctantly agreed before immediately letting go of him.

"Good," Klaus said clapping his hands together and rubbing them conspiratorially. "Now. What do I know about Emily?" he asked himself, feigning an attempt to really dig deep into his thoughts. "Em, Em, Em."

"I'm losing my patience Klaus."

"Alright, fine," Klaus said with an exasperated sigh. Nothing much had changed with Diego this time around - he was still far too serious for his own good. "I know she was one of the few dad couldn't buy, obviously. I deduced that one myself," he admitted proudly.

Diego rolled his eyes and sighed. Even without drugs Klaus' mind still ran a million miles a minute. "Focus," he said keeping his brother on track.

"Right," he replied forcing himself back to their present storytelling session. "She was unbuyable. Her parents were religious and pure," he said mockingly, throwing up the the scouting sign of three fingers. "When Em didn't fit it to their perfect life, they shipped her off and forgot about her. To St. Christopher's School for the Misguided to be exact."

"You mean that old school convent on the outskirts of the city?"

"That's the one," Klaus said in agreement. "She's been there..." he checked his wrist as if a watch sat upon it. "Twelve years now," he added looking back to Diego.

"Twelve years?! What the Hell Klaus?? I thought she was just sent there."

"Yea. When she was six," Klaus said with a snort. "That was after all the exercisims failed," he added nonchalantly.

"Exorcisms!?" Diego was beginning to regret his decision to help. "Look. I don't know what kind of "school" you're taking me to, but how do we know Emily even wants to break out?" he asked in a half-hearted attempt to back out.

"Because she makes it out on her own after another three years anyway. But she always said if she'd got out just a few years earlier she'd have gone farther in life. Between you and me, I thought she turned out just fine the way she was," he added leaning in conspiratorially.

"I don't know about that. She was friends with you."

"Hey! Unfair!" Klaus said feigning offense. "Trust me," he continued, shrugging off the insult. "Once Five is on board, everything will be fine," he said reassuringly, but with little affect. "Then it really will be a dash and grab. Five will just do his little time warp thingie and..." He sucked air through his teeth and gestured for in-and-out. "We'll have Em out and free as a bird in no time," he added with a sigh and a smile.

Diego stared at him, only reacting when his wide grin faded. His mind had already been made up, but it was sti fun to see him sweat. He promptly grabbed him up and pulled toward the hallway - and all the way to Five's room.

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"Klaus has something he wants to ask you," he said pushing past their brother when he answered the door.

"And what might that be?" he asked, confusion evident on his face as he shut the door behind them.

Once through the threshold doego released his grip on Klaus and took solace off in the corner, waiting to see how well he did with Five. Their brother would be a much tougher sell. He'd never even met Emily.

"Well," Klaus began with a nervous laugh, glancing back to Diego hoping to get some backup. His brother simply urged him on. Klaus sighed and his entire being deflated with his refusal.

"Klaus, what the hell is going on? I don't have time for another one of your ridiculous pranks," Five complained impatiently.

"I need your help rescuing a friend," he admitted freely, turning back to Five.

Five laughed freely at his request. "No," he said letting his facial expressions fall flat. "The last time I tried to help you I ended up having to warp out of police custody."

"But you did get out," Klaus cut in trying to avoid a retelling of their most recent mishap.

"And I had to be the one to explain it all to dad. Alone," he added with rising anger.

Klaus grimaced. "Yea. Sorry about that. I wish I could have been there, really, but something important came up. Real now-or-never type stuff."

"What? Like avoiding the inevitable end of the world? Because last I remember we've already fixed that problem and I can't think of anything more "now-or-never"," he threw back at him.

He knew Five was right. "I guess when you put it like that, I could have made it," he admitted almost sheepishly.

Five merely scowled at his admission.

"But this is different," he added quickly, pushing past Five when he went to kick them out of his room. Klaus shut the door and leaned on it for added security he would finish hearing him out.

"How so?"

Klaus' smile returned. His interest was piqued. "Because we...are gonna..."

Diego rolled his eyes. His sales pitch was quickly dying. "Because you're gonna have me," he stepping forward.

"Not that I don't doubt yoir abilities, but how does that any different? Other than your presence of course."

Their brother's smile widened. "Yes!" he exclaimed before Diego could answer, outstreching his arms toward him and crossing to be by his side. "Because Diego here is an extra set of eyes and ears," he added, cradling his shoulders and endearingly placing his hand on his chest.

Diego glared at Klaus. "Because I will make sure Klaus doesn't screw anything up this time," he answerd shaking himself free.

Five remained silent, considering Klaus 'mission'. He had become anxious lately to do more than just train and follow daddy's orders - even if it was what they all agreed to before their jump back. Not that he would ever admit that to Klaus, but he supposed it could be worth it of Diego was on board.

Klaus stated expectantly and his brother who eyed the two of them. "Say I help you. What is your grand plan to save...who exactly?"

Klaus smiled widely at Diego, ecstatic that things might actually go his way for once.

"Emily," Diego answered, ignoring Klaus.

"Emily?" Five asked surprised with a slight laugh. "You mean the bartender psychic?"

"Telepathic," Klaus corrected him. "But yes. Her. So will you help me? Please?"

Diego rolled his eyes at the duo. "Just say yes already. I can't take much more of this," he added exasperated, dropping down onto the chair at Five's desk.

"Alright fine," he finally agreed.

Klaus began to shower his brother with thabks. He sure hadn't been as appreciative of Diego's allegiance. He huffed to hide his offense. "Klaus!" He pointed at his wrist when he had his brother's attention.

"Oh right. So. Now that I have the best two brothers on board..."

"Klaus," Diego warned.

"Alright, alright. Stop getting your panties in a bunch."

Diego jumped up ready to strangle him.

"Hey! Calm down!" Five intervened. "Don't make me regret helping you," he scolded his brothers. "Now," he continued once the two had parted ways. "When and how are we supposed to save Emily? And from what?"

"I'm glad you asked," Klaus responded slyly before repeating the plan to Five

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"There it is," Klaus whispered to his brothers, pointing out their entry point.

They crouched hidden among the bushes just outside the point of no return. A nun came out of the front door, followed by two others, and just as Klas said left the door open. Diego huffed quietly to himself and rolled his eyes. Klaus smiled widely.

"Okay," Five said shifting his jacket and bit and readying to jump. "Where is her room?" he asked staring at the building.

It was your typical, old-school convent turned boarding opp. The layout would be easy to figure out.

Klaus shut his eyes and mimicked going over a map with his fingers. "It should be, if memory serves me right, last one on the left, second floor," he said opening his eyes and looking toward the building too. "She always said one of the only good things she remembered about this place were the sunsets," he said quietly to himself with a sad sigh. "West side," he added.

And just like that Five was gone.

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He reappeared with a small pop in a girl's room. She was sound asleep, her back to where Five now stood. He crept to her bed and gently tried waking her.

"Emily," he whispered. "Emily wake up."

The girl began to stir, turning toward him. The sight of a boy by her bed had to be a dream. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, sitting up to wake up further. The realization that he was real hit her. Her eyes grew wide in terror and she screamed.

Five quickly covered her mouth. "Emily, please."

She quieted her screams realizing who he was and the fear in her eyes grew to confusion. She mumbled something into his hand.

"What?" he whispered, uncovering her mouth.

"I'm not Emily," she managed to stammer out quietly.

#the unbrella academy #umbrella academy #ua #klaus hargreaves #diego hargreaves #klaus x oc #diego x oc #fan fic #fan fiction #fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #indie #writing

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ezrisdax-archive · 5 years

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home is whenever I'm with you

for @girlonthelasttrain who asked for femshep/tali and a conversation after the Rannoch mission (also here on ao3)

Despite that Tali had complained about the quiet over the years she was glad that engineering was so silent after Gabby and Ken had finished their shift and left for the night. She’d had EDI turn off sensors too with the promise that EDI could spy again later, for now though she just needed a moment.

Her filter was raspy as she breathed, it need a replacement after spending her time on Rannoch. The dust had built up and leaving it in the dirt when she’d taken off her mask just to breathe in the fresh air hadn’t helped. She tapped her fingers idly on her omnitool, swiping through the files on it until she found what she wanted.

The image grew from it, expanding to fill the hallway in front of her and Tali felt lightheaded as she gazed at it.

“Is that…floorplans?” Shepard’s voice came to her right, making Tali jump a little.

“Shepard!” She yelped and scrambled to shut off her omnitool but stopped when she saw the bemused grin on Shepard’s face. “Taking sneaking lessons from Kasumi?” It was hard to get the right amount of humour and annoyance across while wearing her mask but Tali liked to think she managed it all the same.

“Oh she’s shown me some things here and there.” Shepard said lightly, shrugging and then gestured back to the image on Tali’s omnitool. “What’s this?”

Tali look back down at it and swallowed hard, “It was a gift.” She explained. “From Legion.” She let the image flicker out. “Do you remember when you went in the server and saw the memories from the Morning War?”

“Considering that was only a week ago I hope I remember it.” Shepard fell quiet after that and it was likely because of the reminder of Legion. It had only been yesterday that they’d lost him.

“He…” She began somewhat reluctantly, not wanting to force Shepard into the conversation if she wasn’t ready for it yet but Shepard nodded solemnly and she continued. “I asked him if he had any files in there for Quarian houses.” It sounded silly to say it out loud. “I wanted to know if there was an architecture that was popular at the time You know, if it was at all similar to Haestrom or completely different or…”

“You wanted to recover a part of your past that you never got a chance to learn.” Shepard finished for her and she’d taken a step closer so her arm was pressing against Tali. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Tali took a deep breath, “We can get it all back now.” The weight in her chest that had existed since she was a child, the one that beat alongside her heart and told her to find her homeworld, was light and threatened to overwhelm her. “The geth…” She laughed at the idea of it suddenly, “They can help us. But this was Legion’s last gift specifically for me.”

“One hell of a new world you’re going to have.”

The denial was on the tip of her tongue, that Rannoch wasn’t new and it had all this history that belonged to them but she stopped. Shepard wasn’t completely wrong, it was new to her.

“It is.” She admitted. “But I’ll have the beachfront property to take it all in.” She tapped her omnitool again, pulling up the floorplans.

An arm slid around her waist as Shepard stepped up behind her, resting her chin on Tali’s shoulder. “I think the bedroom should be bigger.”

“Oh,” Tali teased, zooming in on it. “It’s not bad for just one.”

“Just one?”

“Well. Maybe two. It’ll be cozy.”

“I see how it is, I get you a homeworld and you relegate me to a corner of your bedroom.” Shepard sighed, overly dramatic and it made Tali snicker. “I thought you loved me.”

Tali reached down with her free hand to grasp at Shepard’s, hating that she had to wear the suit and couldn’t feel her skin against Shepard’s. “More than Bellicus loves Shalei.”

Shepard was quiet from a moment and then, “That’s a Fleet and Flotilla reference isn’t it?”

“One day I will get you to watch that.” Tali warned, elbowing Shepard lightly as she let go of her hand and went to skim the floorplans again.

Shepard hummed in her agreement and leaned in closer, pressing her cheek against Tali’s neck. “So tell me more about this home you’re building us.”

“Us?” Tali’s breath caught on the word. It was one thing to joke about a bedroom that Shepard might stay in here and there, it was another to say it was for them entirely. “You’d move to Rannoch?” She turned in Shepard’s embrace, her omnitool shutting off as she did, and rested her hands on Shepard’s shoulder.

“I mean,” Shepard seemed oddly nervous just then, something Tali wasn’t used to seeing with her. “If you’d want me to. I’ve got to retire somewhere, I’d like it to be wherever you are.”

For one moment Tali felt more weightless than she ever had all night, her heart hammered loud enough that she could hear the blood pounding in her ears and her suit popped up a helpful notice about it that she ignored.

“You said whatever happens you wanted to be with me,” Shepard said softly, her eyes not leaving Tali, “I feel the same.”

It occurred to Tali then that she’d gotten it wrong. Rannoch was a place she would forever be tied to and it could have a house for her there but it wasn’t her home. She felt tears prickling at the corner of her eyes and cursed that she couldn’t easily brush them aside.

The best she could do was rest her helmet against Shepard’s forehead and shut her eyes to just live in that moment. “I love you.” She said and there were more words she needed to get out but that had to be said first.

“I love you too, Tali. Always.” Shepard pulled Tali’s hands away from her shoulders to grip them lightly between her own. They let the moment settle between them, both gathering themselves back from the emotional ride they’d been on. “Plus we can always get a place on Earth to vacation to. And Anderson just gave me his apartment on the Citdael, said he wouldn’t need it. I might throw a party there when this is all over, or maybe before. We could use a break.”

“Just a rest before we kick the Reapers out of our galaxy.” Tali agreed, she pulled back a little but didn’t let go of Shepard’s hands. “You can get me that for our anniversary.”

“I just got you a homeworld!” Shepard mock griped. “You’re getting impossible to shop for.”

“So long as I’m getting you I don’t care.” Tali shrugged. “But a gift here and there couldn’t hurt.” She bumped Shepard’s shoulder with her own. “I’m helping you get Earth back. Though there isn’t a big enough bow. Joker said humans like to wrap things.”

“Please don’t take gift ideas from Joker.”

“So I shoulder return the new ship models I picked up at the Citadel then?”

“Well,” Shepard laughed a little, “Let’s not be too hasty.”

Tali chuckled but then made a face at the raspiness of her filter again, she’d forgotten about it during their conversation.

“Sounds like that needs a cleaning.” Shepard said casually, far too casually and Tali raised an eyebrow she couldn’t see at Shepard. “I think there’s one place on board that’s safe to take your suit off in.”

Tali grinned, “Now there’s an idea.” She drawled, linking her arm through Shepard’s and turning them towards the elevator.

Shepard winked at her, “I’m full of great ideas.”

Tali’s laughter echoed in the hallway, filling the quiet of engineering as they left it behind.

#commander shepard #tali'zorah vas normandy #fshali #shali #girlonthelasttrain #shali fic #beej writes

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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Caramel Skin Under a Vanilla Sky prt 27 full draft. I don't know I'm going to keep it or not

"Sneaking" out the party, Lance was now holding three bottles of sparkling wine by the necks with his left hand, so Keith could hold his right hand. Walking through the Atlas, Keith was hoping he was leading Lance in the right direction. There was no beach onboard the ship, but there was a swimming pool. Lance had loved water before he'd been tortured, and with the whole room to themselves he hoped Lance would find the blue expanse soothing. Tripping over themselves as Keith let them into the pool room, he skipped turning the main light on in favour of the soft lights that illuminated the bottom of the pool "Keith, what are we doing here?" Trust Lance to notice the water straight away "I thought this place might be nice to sit and talk. I can't take you to a beach, but there's water and it's quiet. You don't have to sit too close" "I... don't know how I feel about it" "Then don't think about it. I think the chairs by the side of the pool are big enough for both of us to fit" "You're really enjoying playing the good husband, aren't you?" "Maybe... let's sit down before we start talking. I don't want one of those bottles getting broken by accident. Shiro might have given everyone the day off tomorrow, but I don't want to have to explain why there's glass all over his ship" "Fine... but not too close and don't throw me in" "It hadn't even crossed my mind" "Keith, I'm serious. This is... taking a lot of my trust right now" "I'm not going to throw you in. I'm not a monster" "Ok... just..." Tugging Lance towards one the poolside chair, Keith sighed out "I know. Have some faith in me" Settling down with Lance laying between his legs, both of them were nursing a bottle each of the sparkling wine. Keith's bottle was freshly popped, while Lance slowly worked at the one from the party. The smaller male's head against his chest as slowly started relaxing. Using his free hand, Keith gently started massaging Lance's scalp, Lance letting out a soft moan as he did "Does it feel nice?" "Mmm. This is nice. It's so quiet here" Other than the noises they made, there was the soft background noise of the pool water lapping at the edge grates. No loud music or obnoxious lights in sight "Yeah. I wasn't going to bring you here to begin with, but I thought the sound of the water might help calm you down" "I'm really sorry we had to leave the party" "We didn't have to leave. We're taking a break down here. We probably need to talk about how you're feeling" "Will you be insulted if I say terrified?" "No. Being told you accident got married is kind of a lot" "A lot... we can't even date properly and now you're stuck with me" "I'm not stuck with you. It was kind of a shock, to find out that on Daehra's planet it's a legal thing, and it's totally not what I was planning, but it's not terrible" "I supposed if only the three of us know, then it's not really legal. You can leave whenever you want" Keith felt anger bloom in his chest "Why would you say that? I told you I'm not leaving you" "Because you didn't sign up to marry me. You just said being married isn't something you planned on happening" "It's the way we got married. It's not who I married. I love the guy I married, I just hate that neither of knew we were getting married at the time" "Would you have told Annla off?" "I would have liked to be informed. I mean... it's like you said, we're barely dating. I wanted to work up to it. I wanted to build something solid and strong with you before we got married and now that's all ruined" "So you don't think we can move past this? What? No. That's not what Keith was trying to say at all. He could feel how tense Lance had become in his arms, taste the scent of bitter citrus on his tongue "I mean. I am a drug addict. And maybe kind of an alcoholic. I self harm. I don't want to die, but I don't know if I want to be alive either. I'm wanted by police. I fall apart over stupid things. I feel like everyone thought I was just stupid seventh wheel Lance. No one could believe I was leading my own team. I yelled at Shiro and rubbed Voltron's failures in his face. I tried talking tonight, but I feel like once everyone got that I've been a bounty hunter, it was all a pat on the head before being sent to play. Like it's a game. I didn't expect everything to be fixed, but I still feel sick thinking about talking to them again. I wouldn't want to be married to that either" Fucking anxieties. He fucking hated them and sympathies so hard with people battling them that it wasn't funny. He didn't realise he had his own forms of anxieties when he first came out to space, or that he was already suffering from PTS. They were kids thrown into war "You don't see what I see. That's the cruel thing out of all of this. I can tell you a hundred times I'm proud of you, but your anxieties are there to mess things up. You know at lunch today, everyone wanted to know about what you'd been up to. I tried to explain a little bit, as I didn't want to be the one to tell your story. I wanted you to be the one confident enough to tell them you have your own ship and crew and you made me so proud that you did. And you did that. You could have gotten into a food fight with Pidge, or let her throw grapes at you, but you didn't" "I wanted tonight to be perfect for Hunk" "I know you did. I saw how you changed during dinner, you were hurting and you pushed through" "I was proud of you too, you know..." Raising an eyebrow, Keith had no idea why "... you used to be the loner on the team. And I know you hate big gatherings, but you were laughing and smiling. Asking people how they were and congratulating Hunk and Shay sincerely. It wasn't just some emo broody side comment. You've grown into someone I'm so proud of as a person. You've come really far, Keith. I'm really..." "If you're going to say your sorry again, I'm going to take the wine off you" "Even if I am?" "Yes. You have no idea what you've done for my life, have you?" "I don't think I've done anything" "That's because you don't see it. You.. you're always there when I need you. I mean, I turned up out of nowhere and you still helped me out. You were always backing me on Voltron, and even now you have my back. You accepted me before I could accept me. You called me out on my bullshit and pushed me to be better with that stupid rivalry. You've always been special to me, and the meaning of that special has changed as we do. I wish we could have had that big huge wedding I know you secretly want. I wish I could proposed to you when the time was right. I know we're married, but I want to take this slow. I want to work through things" "How? How do we forget that we're married?" "We don't. We just don't let it define us" Letting out a giggle, Lance rolled from his side to his back "It might be the wine, but you sound really smart right now" "I am really smart" "I know. You were the prodigy at the Galaxy Garrison, before you cost Iverson his eye and all that. No matter what I did, everyone was quick to tell me it's all because you left. Then you left the team... it felt like that all over again. I had my own hopes and dreams, but everything I wanted you gave to me by leaving. I wanted to get there on my own merit. I didn't want to just be a boy from Cuba. I studied so fucking hard to get into the Garrison... then everything seemed to go wrong. I wasn't smart enough. I talked too much. I was too tall. Too slow. It took time to learn English better... they wouldn't make allowances for that. When I bonded with Blue and not you, it felt amazing. That's why I was such a dick. That even thought you were on my radar, I was never on yours. I didn't even think about your past. I didn't think about anything or anyone but myself and how to get people to like me. I feel like... all I ever do is get left behind" Kissing Lance's hair, Keith nuzzled into the spot as he did. It physically hurt to have these old wounds torn open again. The infection that should have drained long ago still festering and oozing "I won't leave you behind" "You can't promise that Keith. I can't promise you that. My body is so fucked up. Guys aren't supposed to fall pregnant. What if I can't even carry? What if whatever Allura did ruined me forever? What if I'm dying because she's not here to keep my body going? Can you imagine how disgusted the others would be? I'm so fucking scared that they'll leave me behind again once they know. You deserve every single star in the sky... while I'm just a sucky black hole" Taking the bottle from Lance, Keith placed it down beside the one he'd been drinking from, so he could into Lance properly. His not-boyfriend was at the perfect stage of drunk. His filter was gone and he was pouring his heart out. He'd be kicking himself tomorrow, but that was a whole twelve plus vargas away "You're nothing of the sort. A male falling pregnant would hardly be the weirdest thing we've seen. You met mermaids. Shay's people are basically walking and talking rocks. We flew magical lions. I am sure out there that there is a race where males can carry. And not just seahorses" "How can you accept it? I don't get it... it scares the fuck out of me, Keith. My body was normal. I was a normal guy from Cuba" "Lance, did you hate me when we found out I was part Galra? Part of the race responsible for destroying the universe" Lance shook his head "That doesn't change who you are" "Then how does this change in you, change who you are?" "Because... it's not right. This doesn't... they don't teach you this in human biology" "And how small and narrow minded was Earth's view of everything before the Galra showed up? Pluto was the furtherest we'd been. You're more than your body" Starting to shake, Lance rolled back to his side in order to hide his face against Keith's chest "I'm scared. I'm scared all the time. I can smell people so strongly. Shiro's scent... it wasn't right. My body... I bleed... and I... lose control. It's like in some kind of fucked up animal in heat... I haven't told anyone. I had to hide it at home. My whole family tell me I stink. I smell bad or wrong... no matter how many times I shower... I could make it through when I had Red. We were never as close as you two, but he kept me going... I was so scared when it started... I hate being scared. I hate not knowing. I want to know, but I'm scared of what would happen if I asked. You saw Pidge. She laughed at idea of me doing something that required leadership. She still thinks I'm the dummy" "You're not the dummy. And I love your body. Daehra said once the medication clears your system you should go back to how you were" "I don't want that! I hate it. I don't want to feel like an animal that only wants to be fucked" That honestly sounded hot as hell to Keith. There was something wrong with him... the idea of fucking and filling Lance until he was pregnant was appealing as hell to something deep inside of him. Lance on his knees, cum leaking from him... his imagination didn't need to be going there. His husband was a victim of rape. He shouldn't be thinking like that with Lance in his lap "Your scent changed..." "Sorry..." "Why did it change?" Lance was being so honest with him... He deserved the same respect "Do you want me to be honest?" Sniffling, Lance gave a small nodded "Yes" "I was thinking about having sex with you. How beautiful you are and that I hope one day you'll trust me enough to let me in like that" "Oh..." "I didn't mean to scare you. I wanted to be honest" "I... I want to. I want to be intimate with you, again. I don't want to keep remembering his touch or his voice. I don't want to remember laying there as they..." Lance's voice cracked, hushing him softly, he rubbed at Lance's arm "I don't plan to rush this" "But Keith... we could die. I keep thinking about it. I could die coming off all these pills. I've only come off one... I have so many... I don't want them to be... I don't want to die with memories of being held by someone who didn't love me" "I love you. I know I can't flick a switch and turn off the memories or feelings, but I have touched you. We've showered together. I've held you in my lap under the shower" Smacking his chest with his closed fist, Lance practically screamed the first part of his reply "It's not the same! Sometimes I want to throw myself into your lap and let you kiss the pain away. Sometimes I want you so badly I'm scared. I don't want to bind you to me. I want you to have your own life, to move at your own pace and do the things you love. But when I get scared... I want to hold you down and make you stay and I hate that..." "I'm going to stay. I'm going to absolutely everything I can to stay by your side as long as we live" "I don't want that" Keith felt like Lance had ripped his heart from his chest and stomped on it. A lump forming in his throat as he rasped out "You don't?" "I want you to be able to work for your mum. For Daibazaal and the Galaxy. I want to run my own team and missions. I want you to be able to go see everyone without feeling guilt over leaving me behind... then I want you to come back to me and tell me all about it. I want to be confident enough to not feel jealous or left out" Oh... Lance wanted something stable and strong... "Then let me stay by you until things settle down? Because... I want that to. I mean... I want you to be able to do the things you love and want to do, without feeling like that either" "Can you, stay? Your mum and Shiro want to talk about the outpost. Shiro has all these plans and ideas... and I... I'm... It's going to be dangerous acting. They're going to be scared for you" "And you too. They both care about you" "Only because you do" "No, babe. Mum doesn't show it, but she cares about you, and Hunk, and Pidge" "She cares about how you'd feel and react if something happens to one of us. She loves you more than anything" "I promise you, if something happened to you, she'd be worried about you as more than my friend or lover" "I don't know... Can we stop talking now? I want to lay here like this for a bit" "I think you're wrong, but you're probably right. It does feel nice like this. The water looks amazing" "You can swim if you want" "Maybe... but I want to give my accidental husband cuddles first" Snorting softly, Lance moved enough to look up at him, his left hand coming up to cup Keith's cheek gently, blue eyes filled with sadness and love staring right into his own "I love you... in my own way.. I mean. I do, for what I can" Leaning down, Keith kissed his forehead, his heart pounding with the emotions that only Lance could stir within him. He was trying so hard to come back to him, to keep moving forward. There wasn't a person alive who wouldn't be drunk on Lance, not when he was working so hard and still suffering so much, but finally holding on to that thin rope of hope for something better. Keith had broken him, broken his mask and taken away his coping mechanisms, leaving Lance to fall back to reality. No matter what anyone said or how they repeatedly questioned if he was alright, there was no where else he'd rather be "I know you do. I love you, too" * Finishing off his bottle of wine, Keith had to admit the pool did look tempting. It's been phoebs since he'd swam for fun, and Lance was now a giggling mess thanks to Keith accidentally tickling him as he tried to hold Lance back from going after the empty bottle of sparkling wine that had rolled towards the pool. It was way out of reach, but Lance wouldn't let it go. Grabbing him by the sides, he hadn't wanted to grip him too tight, and that had apparently resulted in tickling his husband. Collapsed against him, Lance's chest heaved as he tried to recover his breath, Keith staring down at him and silently judging him for the idiot he is. "You're really pretty" Reaching up, Lance bopped him on the nose, or rather he tried to, nearly impaling Keith's eye with his finger "And you're really drunk" "Mmmm. I'm buzzed" "You're really buzzed then" "Yep. I'd rather beer, but this is fun too" "You're a menace" "I know... want to do something fun?" That should have sent alarm bells off for Keith. Something fun always meant something mischievous "Oh? And what's that?" Blue eyes sparkled as Lance propped himself up "I dare you, to skinny dip in the pool" Laughing way too hard at the suggestion, Lance poked him in the chest "What? You chicken?" Keith was not chicken. As Lance brucked at him, Keith spluttered out "It's the Atlas" "Yep! I bet no one else has ever done it..." "That's because no one is crazy enough" "So you're scared of Shiro?" "I'm not scared of Shiro... I just..." "Fine. I bet you can't even swim that well either... big fat chickens can't swim" Keith bit. He bit hard. Drunk Keith was no chicken "I am not chicken! You better quiznakking watch this" "Watch what?" "Full lap, underwater without taking a breath" "Oooh! Is my big strong partner going to show little old me how it's done" Growling, Keith swept Lance up off the chair, Lance screaming and clutching on before Keith dropped him back down "I dare you to take your boots off and sit at the end of the pool" "Whaaa..." "Not in the water doofus. Close enough to talk" "Don't call me doofus, doofus" "Then don't be chicken, chicken" "You're lucky I don't Kentucky fry your arse right here" "I can't understand chicken" "And I can't understand a man who's stalling over a dare" With a smirk on his lips, Keith reaches up and tore his shirt off. Literally. Buttons rolling across the space around the pool while Lance flushed bright red, biting his lip as he did "See something you like?" "Jesus Christ that was hot..." "Oh. Is that it. You wanted to see me naked?" "Dream on. I've already seen you naked" Enjoying making Lance squirm, Keith shrugged off his shirt, rushed to get his boots off, but then took his time to slowly strip down out of his jeans and boxer briefs. All of this reducing Lance to peeking through his fingers. His husband's scent was rolling off him in a way that had him grateful he wasn't popping a semi "Lance?" Peeking out, Lance quickly hid his eyes again "Get in the pool" "Why? You said skinny dipping" "You're too fucking hot! Get in the pool" "Fine... I want you by the edge when I get back" "Ok! Just go!" Diving in, the cold water nearly took Keith's breath away. It wasn't that pool was cold, it was more than he was flushed from head to toe with embarrassment, and the desire to make out with Lance... Yeah. He was drunk and his husband was hot as hell. Plus, holding Lance and making him wriggle and laugh in his lap... He was only human... ish. Holding his breath, he swam his lap, rolling and pushing off the far wall to swim back again under water. Lance had called him a chicken, but he was a chicken who could swim. Coming up, Lance had moved to sit by the edge of the water, closer than Keith had meant. Close enough for him to put both hands on Lance's bare knees. He still had his shirt and underwear on, but the jeans and boots had come off. Laughing, Lance took his hands off his knees, intertwining their fingers as he pushed back against him "Now who's chicken?" "Not you, Samurai. How's the water?" "Feels good. You should join me" "Mmmm... high and drunk in a pool. What could go wrong!?" "Touché. Still, the water feels nice" Letting go of Lance's hands, Keith swam a little backwards. Lance grabbing the third bottle they'd brought down. He must have popped the top while Keith was underwater. Taking a swig, Lance then held it out, Keith coming forward again to take the bottle "You should come in" "I don't know if I can... there's so much water" "Yeah, but I'm not about to let you drown. Do you trust me?" Lance nodded slowly, Keith clarifying before Lance's mood fell "As much as you can trust right now" "I do. More than every one... I don't know how I could live if you broke it..." "Then trust me... you don't have to strip down" "My body... I'm scarred" "Babe, I've seen your body. Nothing about it disgusts me. I've got you" "Ok... Ok. I'm not ruining this shirt. And no funny business Mister, I'll have you know I'm an accidentally married man" "Your husband's a lucky bastard" "Jury's out on that one... That's a lot of water" "I know... Chicken" "Chicken" slipped out his mouth, for a moment Keith worried he'd fucked up, until Lance laughed "You're a quiznakking dick" Sliding into the pool, Keith had his hands on Lance's waist as they took it slowly. Lance holding his breath and scrunching his eyes in an adorable way. Stealing a kiss, Lance spluttered, pushing Keith off and dropping into the water with a flailing splash. Coming up for air, Lance shot back up onto the edge of the pool "The fuck!" Keith shouldn't be laughing. He didn't mean to be laughing. Kicking out at him, Lance was shivering "You dropped me!" "I kissed you" "And I fell! I trusted you..." Kicking water at him, Keith swam backwards "I didn't mean to, babe. Are you ok?" "What do you think?!" Despite scolding him, Lance was smiling. Swimming back to Lance, Keith placed his hand on his legs. Lance was already back into the sparkling wine. Running his hands up Lance's long caramel legs, Lance bopped him on the head with the wine bottle "What you doing?!" "Trying to apologise?" His excuse was weak, he didn't really know what he was doing except trying to get Lance to keep talking to him "You dropped me" "I kissed you. Will you come back? Please?" "And if I do, then what will happen?" "I don't know... maybe another kiss? Some swimming?" Massaging Lance's thighs with his thumbs, Lance hummed "Will you let me get in on my own this time?" "Yeah, babe. Just come back into the water" "I'm not going under water" "That's ok... we're both too drunk for that..." "Mmmm. I'm way too fucking buzzed. You're fucking naked and I'm in my underwear... makes me want to kiss you" "You want to kiss me?" "Mmm. Drunk me wants kisses" "Come down here then, I'll give you all those kisses" Drunk Keith was eager. The alcohol in his system liberating his tongue, as his caution and resolve slipped away. Lance was happy and smiling, loving him and wanting to touch him. Playful splashes turned into fits of giggling, the bottle shared between them as Lance ended up with his legs around Keith's waist, letting Keith swim for both of them. Keith couldn't even remember what they were talking about, Lance was so goddamn beautiful that his brain had short circuited. Swimming backwards, his husband leaned back holding the wine bottle up as arched his back and let one hand trail in the water. When Keith hit the side of the pool, he pulled Lance up. Lance's smile was blinding, staring down at him with arms slung over his shoulders, bottle clunking lightly as Lance dropped it behind them "I like this... I feel better..." "Good... God... You're so... so beautiful" Leaning down, Lance nuzzled against his face, his lips against Keith's "Thank you..." Pressing his lips to Keith's, Keith moaned into the kiss, hands scrambling to hold on as Lance rolled his hips, his hands coming to grab fistfuls of Keith's hair as they broke for air "Wow..." Rubbing his nose against Lance's, Keith nodded, his reply as breathy as Lance's "Wow..." "You're so beautiful... Like... way too hot and grizzled..." "You're the beautiful one, Lance" "Nope... I want to kiss you again" Finding his lips again, Keith was in heaven. Lance's pull on his hair felt hot as hell, his arse rubbing against Keith's erection like he didn't have a care in the world, kisses melting together "Keith... Keith..." Stroking Lance's hair, he was smiling like a moron "What baby..." "Can we... I want you..." "Babe..." "Please... I want to touch... you" Moving to mouth at his neck, Keith groaned, head rolling back to give Lance more access. Lance's hand clumsily trying to get his underwear off "Babe... is this what you really want? You won't regret it when your sober?" "You make me feel brave... I want to know what it's like to be with the one I want. Not someone who wants to break me" "We don't need to... if..." "Baby, if it gets too much..." "I know, I'll tell you... I'm too drunk to be scared, and I want you too much right now... I want to be happy you" Sliding his hand down to Lance's arse, Keith slipped it under the fabric of his underwear, groping him firmly. Whining at the touch, Lance moved his hand to rest on top of Keith's, holding it there "I want to make you feel good" Kissing him, Lance nodded "It feels right when you hold me..." "I'm going to make you feel so good for me babe..." Getting Lance's underwear off, Keith sat him on the side of the pool, burying his face between Lance's legs as he bobbed his head, sucking on Lance's semi. Ashamed he wasn't as hard as Keith, Lance had tried to close his legs, but Keith wasn't having it. He knew Lance wanted something more than a blow job, but they had to work up to that. He wanted Lance to feel love and treasured, like he was, and he wanted him to fall apart for him. Clumsy and unsure, Lance's dick was the only one he'd ever had in his mouth so he only had his fantasies to live off. He'd never known sucking someone off would be so erotic, between his legs throbbing from the lack of attention. Whining and whimpering, Lance's tensed beneath him, Keith pulling back to look gaze up at him, purple eyes hazed with lust "Babe?" "I... don't think I can come like this..." He'd been blowing Lance long enough for his jaw to ache, Lance wasn't exactly small, even with only a semi "You don't feel good like this?" "I don't want to feel good alone... I feel empty... like I... i want you in me" "I don't want to hurt you" "You won't..." "Lie back for me..." Confused, Lance did as he asked, Keith lifting Lance's legs onto his shoulders and angling Lance up to grant him access to Lance's wet arse. Cautiously, Keith ran his tongue across his opening, Lance mewing and arching, his taste like honey, mixing with the salt of precum and the sweetness of the wine on his lips "Fuck... you taste fucking amazing" Applying himself to the fleshy folds, Keith ate hungrily, tongue fucking Lance as he tried to drink deeper. The Cuban loser and wetter than he'd thought he'd be. Moaning his name over and over, Keith was losing it. His fingers digging into his soft skin as Lance rocked his hips. Releasing one of Lance's hips, Keith took his dick in his hand, pumping in time with Lance riding his tongue. He wanted to be in his boyfriend, the heat in his blood sparking into a boiling rapture "Keith... want it... with you" Pushing Lance back from the edge, Keith climbed up between his legs, drinking the sight in. Lance's abs, his long lean muscles, the sharp jut of his hip bones and the soft trail of brown pubes leading down like the treasure trail it was Reaching his arms up, Lance wrapped his legs around his waist, drawing him closer. His hold warm and welcoming, his lips sweet as they found Keith's. Rubbing against his lover's opening, Keith couldn't simply push in. He worried his tongue wasn't enough to open Lance. He didn't want to hurt him. It was awkward as hell getting his arm untangled from Lance, his fingers sliding over his soft buttock to find his opening, carefully pushing his thumb into the twitching opening "Ah!.. Keith!" "I know, babe... bare with it for me" Working his thumb, he wasn't opening Lance well enough. Pulling out, he pushed two fingers in, Lance whimpering as Keith felt him stretch, and pulse around his fingers "You're doing so well... so well, babe" "Feels... different" "You're ok, though?" "Mmm... only because it's you" Stretching Lance to take three fingers, Keith grew nervous as he removed his fingers. Lance was clinging to him back, fingernails tearing as his skin as he moaned into his mouth. Sliding as he tried to line himself up, Keith's cheeks burned. He couldn't fuck this up. It all had to be perfect... he felt like an amateur as he guided himself to breach Lance with the tip of his dick. Lance's breathing hitching at the intrusion "I can stop" "No! No... please... go slow" So he did. As slow as he could until he bottomed up, both of them moaning, Keith kind of glad he was too drunk to care about the sounds they were making. Jerking his hips back, he slammed in hard, Lance's back bowing as he smacked his head against the floor "Fuck... Keith... slower" Rabbits had more fineness than Keith had. He didn't know how long he was supposed to last, and he didn't want to pull out. Trying to build some kind of rhythm, Lance smelt incredible, Keith all grunts and growls as he lost control, picking up the pace until Lance was reduced to incoherent mumbling. The sounds around them completely obscene, the wet slapping of skin was erotic as hell. He couldn't last, but wanted to wring an orgasm out Lance first. Nuzzling his face against Lance's, he kissed his nose as he missed his lips "Babe... are you close?" "Mmm. So close... don't stop... don't... pull out..." "You want me to pull out when I come?" "No... want it... want to feel you... take pills..." "Ok... gonna come soon. You feel fucking amazing..." "You... feel like... you feel like you're getting bigger... gonna... gonna... fuuuuuck!" Coming hard straight after Lance screaming fuck, biting Lance's shoulder he rode him without roughly until he found he couldn't pull out, his orgasm the most extreme of his life, torn from somewhere deep inside of him as thick ropes of cum flooded into Lance. Collapsing down between Lance' legs, Keith licked his lips over and over again, trying to catch his breath. Lance shaking just as hard as he was beneath him "Babe?" "I..." "Ok, hold on" Trying to pull out, Keith felt like his dick was stuck inside of Lance. He couldn't move at all, still coming for some strange reason. Rolling them over was the only thing he could do, Lance whimpering as his whole weight pushed against Keith's groin. Sitting up, Lance was pliant in his hands, as Keith arranged them so Lance's face was against his neck. Holding Lance close he rocked him softly "Shhh, you're ok babe. You're ok. You're with me" "I know... Keith... I... feel so... confused... I'm so happy... and I feel guilty" "You feel guilty?" "I wanted to have sex... I don't want to have sex... I don't know what I want but I feel... you feel... you're not like them" "Did it feel good?" "Yes... I... sex disgusts me... and... I got scared when I came... you felt so good... you... weren't like them" "Of course I wasn't. I love you. I want to cherish and treasure you, you idiot" "I felt like I was melting. Is that what it's supposed to feel like?" "It felt pretty incredible from where I am" "Your dick's so big..." Snorting, Keith kissed Lance's temple "I've never come that hard. Ever. Are you sure your body's ok?" "Mmm... I take contraceptives daily..." "That's not quite what I meant. I... got a bit rough after you came" "I didn't feel it... I think I'm too drunk too... you know... I don't even know what I feel right now" "Do you regret it?" "No... you were so soft and caring. They didn't... take time, you know... it hurt so much, Keith. So much... I was bleeding and screaming and they would stop. They wouldn't listen to me..." "Babe..." Shaking his head, Lance sat up and wiped his eyes "Thank you... I... I didn't think I could have this... Swimming. Being on the Atlas. Kissing you. Having sex... I couldn't have done any of this without you" "You're going to make me cry" "You're a big softy under that mullet" "It's a special Lance privilege. And it's not a fucking mullet. Not anymore" "So you admit it used to be?!" "You're never going to let this go, are you?" "Nope. Keith, can I ask you something?" "What?" "Do we have any more wine?" "I don't know. You had it last" "Fuck... I wasn't done drinking" "We did fuck. I think we should get up and probably take shower" "I have a better idea" "What's that?" Leaning in to whisper in his ear, his boyfriend was a shit. Carrying Lance to the changing rooms near the pool, they were a fumbling mess as Keith got them the to showers. Blindly turning on the taps, Lance growled. They'd found that bottle near Keith's feet, Keith finishing the last of the bottle while Lance yelled at him. Ridiculously drunk, the full effects of the copious amounts of alcohol they'd consumed running through their system. Kissing, nipping, nuzzling, licking, biting. Lance couldn't get enough of him, and Keith was ready for round two. Turning them around, Keith pinned Lance to the wall, thrusting up as Lance ground down "Joder! Joder... por favor... Keith! On the floor... on the floor... want to.. fucking ride you so hard" "Fuck... Lance..." Tumbling to the floor with zero grace, Lance guided himself to sink down on Keith's erection. The view amazing, as Lance ran his hands over his skin. Trying to take his hands, Lance growled at him "No touching... watching only" Shit. He could do that. Propping himself up, Lance was driving him crazy. The itch to touch growing as he watched himself sliding in and out of Lance with ease, his lovers long legs spread ungainly to reveal everything. His dick was leaking before they even made it into the changing rooms, heat pulsing low in his groin, organs already impending "You like this?" Nodding quickly, Lance smiled at him "Good... you fill me so good..." "Fuck babe... I'm going to come again" "Not so fast... want to come with you... feels fucking amazing bouncing on your dick... being on top... watching you... so fucking hot for me" Lance still hadn't gone above a semi, precum dribbling for the half limp length, he didn't get hard properly the first time, but they'd get there... "You're fucking beautiful... so fucking good... I can feel my cum... you feel so full" Lance nodded, hands moving to Keith's hips to steady himself. His love was probably exhausted "Feel so full... feels good to be full of the one I want" Fuck... he wished Lance wasn't on his contraceptives... a swollen belly would be hot as hell... fuck. Yeah. He could support that. Thrusting up, Lance let out a gasp "Like that baby?" "Mmm... its deeper... right against... right... fuck..." Fuck not touching. Placing his hands on lance's hips, he took control, thrusting up desperately while holding Lance in place. Gasping and whining, at him, Lance dropped a hand to jerk himself hard and fast, Keith coming before Lance, Lance letting out a small little "hiccup", before cum ran down his hand to drip on Keith's belly. The water pouring down from above washing away the mess before he could taste it. Collapsing back onto the tiled floor, Keith was pretty sure this had to be a dream. Pushing against his belly, Lance gave up when he couldn't slide off "What's up with your dick? Is this a you thing?" "It feels swollen..." "Hurt to try and pull off..." "Don't hurt yourself baby, come down here" Patting his stomach, Lance laid down along top him, rubbing his chin against him "I'm sleepy" "I think you fucked my brains out" "Sleepy not horny" Chuckling affectionately, Keith agreed "I'll clean us up and take us to bed... just gotta stop coming" "You come a lot" "Because your hotter than hell" Lance snorted, rubbing harder with his chin before kissing Keith's chest "Damn right... and all that.." "I love you, you know" "I do... Keith, how are we going to get out of here? We didn't bring a towel, or our clothes" "There should be spare towels in here... besides, what's a little nudity between husbands?" "I don't want to run around naked" "Babe, you do realise we had sex by the pool, naked. And I carried this perfect arse of yours over here, while we were naked and making out..." Lance's head shot up, his eyes wide as he looked around "What? What's wrong?" "Keith... does the Atlas have cameras down here...?" Realisation dawned on him. There wouldn't be cameras in the changing room. Just the pool area and the entrance way to the changing rooms in case something happened "Oh fuck... Shiro's going to kill us..." "Can we get the footage? Please tell me can get the footage, Keith" "Maybe... hopefully... shit..." "Fuck... I forgot about the cameras" Keith didn't mind who saw him fucking Lance, Lance was his. Buuut, he also didn't want anyone other than him seeing Lance naked and vulnerable "Babe, we'll get the footage. We'll call it "Don't let Shiro know we got trashed and shagged on the Atlas"" "Did you just say shagged?" Huffing, Keith would have crossed his arms if he could "What should I call it then? We made love?" Lance wrinkled his nose "I'll take shagged over that... but it sounds like the 1980's are calling. Maybe your channelling it with your mullet. Are you going to want leg warmers next?" Glaring at Lance, Keith brought his teasing to an end with one small sentence "Do you want that footage or not?" "I'll behave..." "That makes a first... right. First we need to get out of here..."

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Do you think we'll see any Snowbird action in the next episode? CRWBY does seem to have a habit of hinting some kind of relationship between Crow and Winter. TBH I'm just a shipper with needs

OoohI’d love to see some Snowbird quips next episode. It’d be cute to see Qrow getunder Winter’s skin. You’re not the only one who feels like there was somethingbetween them before. My theory is that Qrow and Winter actually did share aprior intimaterelationship but it was during apretty rocky time for Qrow. Summer had just passed away and Qrow was dealing heavilywith the depression of that.

WhenI imagine Snowbird,I picture their relationship being somewhat like Mark Sloanand LexiGrey from Grey’s Anatomy. A couple between an older man and a youngerwoman that had its fair share of ups and downs but no matter how many times thetwo would fall part, they always gravitate right back to one other because theywere soulmates or the closest equivalent to it.

Y’know what’sinteresting. I find it rather ironic that both of Qrow’s past hinted loveinterests share names that match seasons: Summer and Winter.

Summercomes before Winter in the order of the seasons so going back to my firstpoint, after Summer passed, Qrow probably hookedup with Winter for a while and things were probably beginning to get alittle serious between them. Maybe they even had one night of doing the ole meet and greetbetween the sheets which led a naïveyoung Winter to think that there might be a future with them or something.

Winter,more or less comes off as someone who appears strict and cold, only showing a softer side of herself to those she cares about. She onlyreserves her warmth for the people who are dearest to her. Before that was onlyfor family members like her younger sister Weiss.

QrowBranwen was probably the one man Winter actually allowed into her heart who wasn’ta person she respected like General Ironwood. This is going to sound cheesier than an omelette du fromage but…imagine if…at some point, QrowBranwen had managed to thaw away Winter’s frozen heart to the point that shemight have found herself falling in love with him---genuinely in love. Not the fakekind that her father used to manipulate her mother and their family.

Imagine…Qrow being Winter’sfirst love but just when Winter was beginning to enjoy that warmth, it’ssnuffed out by Qrow himself who basically made it seem like he didn’t feel thesame way. Imagine Winter Schnee losing her virginity toQrow---actually opening herself up to him to that degree which wasn’t easy forher. Only for Qrow to pull the fuck boyapproach and basically tell Winter that it was just sex to him and nothingmore.

Theway Winter acts around Qrow reminded me of a bitter ex who got hurt by theirlast relationship and still hasn’t gotten over it. And rather than forgivingtheir ex and moving on, they remain spiteful and angry. I feel like that’s whathappened with Qrow and Winter. They hooked up. Winter was beginning to fall forQrow, thought they had something going on but the minute Winter got closer tothe Branwen Man, he suddenly pushes her far away.

Andto add more insult to injury, the next time Qrow interacts with Winter, hebasically acts as if their breakup didn’t affect him as much as it didher---that their entire relationship meant nothing which, for Winter, onlyadded more salt to the wound.

Nowjust to clarify something, even if Qrow Branwen did put the ole ‘Screw ‘em andLeave ‘em’ approach with Winter, I don’t think Qrow would willinglydo that. Qrow might look like a promiscuous charmer but in reality; he strikesme as the kind of guy who takes every relationship he has seriously. I mean, I’dexpect him to given his semblance and I’d like to think that Qrow’s only ever loved two womenin his life.

Ina way, Qrow is like Tai Yang to me. My theory is that just as Raven was Tai’sfirst love, SummerRose was Qrow’s first love---the one he envisionedhimself having that happily ever after withbut because of his curse, Qrow had to unfortunately let Summer go. And the nexttime Qrow saw her, not only had she moved on with his ex-brother-in-law---theformer lover of his own sister but the two had also started a family together---the family that Qrow was supposed tohave.

SeeingSummer end up with Tai must’ve been quite the kicker forQrow if my theories about him and Summer are proven true. And to add moreinsult to injury, just when Qrow figured his luck in his love life couldn’t getany worse, Summer ends up dying in his arms while trying to protect him. Atleast by my theory.

Ican see Qrow’s past with Summer being a crutch that might’ve prevented him fromhaving any other meaningful romantic relationship afterwards. The one exceptionwas Winter. I’d like to think that Winter could’ve been the one other personQrow possibly saw himself with but…before that could go anywhere, Qrow had nochoice but to break Winter’s heart for two very good reasons.

Oneof them being his misgivings over his misfortune semblance and two…what if…General Ironwood wasn’t too thrilled about Qrow getting too chummy with his best operative and sort of gave Qrow awarning in regards to Winter. He didn’t actively try and stop Qrow frompursuing Winter but his omens about their relationship was enough to make Qrow reconsiderit.

Sojust like with Summer, Qrow walked away from another potential love interest.The only difference is while Summer moved on while still caring deeply forQrow, Winter was the opposite. Bitter and a bit snarky.

Butin a strange way, I’d like to think that Qrow prefers things between him andWinter to be this way. Winter’s hatred toward him acts as the perfect repellent to keep her from ever getting tooclose to him again and in Qrow’s head, that’s much better.

Eitherthat or…Qrow and Winter have no real romantic past. They just met on a whimthrough their primary affiliations with Oz and Ironwood. Qrow probably does like Winter but she’s so uptight that he gets a betterkick out of teasing the living daylights out of her rather than just straightflirting with her or asking her out on a date---like a kindergartener throwinga pencil at their crush trying to get their attention. And Winter, who’sprobably a bonified dumbass to her own feelings and romantic gestures ingeneral, mostly takes Qrow’s attempts at charming her as immature quips forlaughs at her expense which she doesn’t shy away from throwing any punches rightback at the Branwen male.

Basically;the Snowbird ship is just a pair of adult toddlers who don’t knowhow to express their feelings for one another properly so rather than talk theyjust channel their sexual tensions through sword fights and naïve bickering. Stillvery entertaining to watch though.

I’dlike to believe that if Qrow and Winter we to stop their quips, they might realizethat they oddly like each other more than they realized and that can turn intoa romance.

Atleast, that’s my theory. Man I’d love if Winter’s return drops the bomb on herand Qrow sharing a former romance. I like the idea of Qrow seeing Winter as his second chanceat a happy ending but once again he’sforced himself to not take it out of fear that he might end up losing Winterthe way he lost Summer.

Ironically,the same could be said for Winter in a sense. I doubt her experiences inromance have been favourable. I mean just look who she has as her example. IfJacques is the type to use his family to get what he wants, imagine if therewas a time Jacques had planned to marry Winter off to some rich smuck butIronwood manged to save Winter from that by awakening her true potential. Afterthat Winter must’ve shut herself off from the possibility of love and a lifewith a companion. Who knows?

Idunno, if Snowbird gets to a point where Qrow falls for Winter andbucks up the balls to ask her to marry him orwhatnot, he better do it in a similar fashion as Edward Elric from FullmetalAlchemist Brotherhood just to have that parallel. Now that I think about, Qrowand Winter kind of remind me of Ed and Winrey. Huh…very interesting.

Don’tworry Local,I’m a shipper with needs as well and I honest would love tosee Winter and Qrow hook up because I think they can work and again, I cannotstress this enough, it’s bought time Qrow Branwen gets his own happily everafter.

Hesays he’s cursed but perhaps Winter will be the white knight that Qrow has beenwaiting for to lift his curse.

MaybeWinter will get him to stop drinking or even better, perhaps Qrow will make thehonest decision to seek professional help to aid with his alcoholism anddepression because he wants to make what he and Winter have work. #QrowDeservesAHappyEnding#SnowbirdEverAfter

Waita minute, if Qrow and Winter were actually get together then Weiss, Yang andRuby would become family through marriage.

Weissis Winter’s sister. If Qrow and Winter got hitched, Qrow would become Weiss’sbrother in law. But Qrow is Ruby and Yang’s uncle. So…if Weiss become’s Qrow’ssister in law, that would make her Ruby and Yang’s…aunt-in-law? What?

NowI’m imagining Yang and Ruby poking fun at Weiss and teasingly calling her ‘auntie’.

IfQrow does end up getting engaged to Winter at some point---if possible---then Ihope Qrow reconciles his longstanding friendship with Ozpin in time so that Ozcan at least be there at his wedding. Ozpin was practically the closest thingto a best friend and a father-figure to Qrow. Oz has to be there to see Qrowget his happy ending because I’d like to think that’s something Oz wanted forQrow since they met. But these are just my theories here.

LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

#squiggles answers: rwby #winter schnee #qrow branwen #rwby snowbird #weiss schnee #rwby theories #rwby volume 6 theories #local-conservative-minority

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likeit-or-leaveit · 5 years

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Pairing:

Aimee Carrero as Skylar Muñoz / Lucas Till as Paul Deckery

Insp: “The Mechanic” by Rascal Flatts

Word count: 2400

Series: theElementalProject

Tag list because I used your gifs

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The Mechanic

Paul POV

When I'm broke down, you're the mechanic

“Paul. You’re overdoing it again.” Skylar scolded. I could hear her feet patter on the cold concrete as walked into the shared garage. I didn’t say anything, just tinkered with the car above me. Thinking. Times like these my friends would find me in the tinkering in my own head.

Life hasn’t been easy for me for the past 14 years. My dad left my mom, my brother Jack and I when I was 8. When I was 12 and 17 Jack, he and mom were doing their best keeping the house afloat. I picked up a hobby at the age of 12 fixing cars here and there to do my part to keep the house a float. High school came and I found my tribe 8 people that 4 girls and 3 guys who were my chosen family.

I felt especially close to two of them, Cooper and Skylar. Cooper was my right hand man and although our childhood lives were completely different we still understood each other. Then there was Skylar, she also had the same upbringing as Cooper but she was understanding. She looked out for me but let me keep my pride.

Like the time I lost my day job because I had been with my mom In the hospital, someone had to be with her Jack was deployed. He couldn’t be there. Someone had to stay and wait for results, look out for her. Cooper and Skylar were by my side taking turns bringing me food and checking on me. Lord knows, I wouldn’t have eaten if it wasn’t for them. I wasn’t hungry, just anxious. But they were there, nonetheless.

And now, this past week I’d gotten broken up with. Stephanie Daniels left me for this karate sensei guy. I guess her mechanic boyfriend wasn’t enough. I kept thinking about her. I had planned to propose this summer. We would’ve been together 6 years in June. Now, a little velvet box sat in my sock drawer taking up space. I kept replaying all the happy times. Then watching her walk away with guy. My eyes teared up a bit. I blinked then back quickly.

I felt a little nudge on my outer thigh.

“Paul.” She cooed softly changing her tone. I slid out from underneath the car, she gave me soft smile as she knelt down beside me. I looked like a deer hit with headlights. “You alright? You always come down here and hide when you’re thinking.” She asked softly. I nodded, still in my thoughts.

“Yeah, uh fine. Doll, I am fine.” I stammered, my voice broke a bit. Then I, slid back under the car. Truth was, I wasn’t fine. I was in my head again. Coming into my powers had me a mess. I didn’t know when I’d lose my cool next and turn to stone or leave a muddy mess anywhere. I didn’t like her seeing me out of it. I didn’t want her to have to fix me.

When I'm broke down, you're the mechanic And when I'm mean, you're romantic And when I cry, you're the sexiest clown ever seen You fix me

“Paul, you’re using the pet names again.” She called out to me before she squeezed my thigh softly to get my attention. “Hiding in the garage, tinkering and using pet names. Decker what’s wrong?” She asked softly.

None of them knew Stephanie and I had broken up. I still did my rounds at the club as Cooper’s wingman, on fridays as per our usual trips. Dating someone or not. It was guys night. I sat at the bar drinking, watching everyone dance.

I went this Friday, last night, drank more than usual. Feeling lost, got drunk. Came home at 2 am, was walked to my room by Cooper. He didn’t expect to babysit me. He didn’t have to babysit me. But, he did. Making sure I got into bed and had aspirin waiting me in the morning.

I took it without food. I wasn’t hungry. I just got up and made my way to the garage before anyone got up. I wanted to be alone. “Deck— errrryyyyy,” she sang my name trying to draw me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, Doll.” I said, my voice a lot steadier than a few minutes ago. She tugged on my jeans again. “I am fine. Stop fishing for info. Okay, doll?” I heard a sigh, fall from her lips. She knew something wasn’t right. I didn’t want her to push.

“What time did you guys get in last night?” She asked.

“Two am. Why?” I murmured, hoping she’d drop whatever she was about to ask. “Do I have a curfew, mom?” She couldn’t see the grin playing on my lips.

“Since, you’re calling me mom. When was the last time you ate? If you say last night at 6ish during dinner, I am kicking your ass.” She stated matter of factly. “I know you spent the whole night drinking. I heard you drunkenly arguing and moaning at Cooper about something.” Shit. That caught my attention. My eyes started to water again. “I know something is up. Might as well spill.” She snarked with a chuckle.

When I'm a sinner, you're a King James And when I'm lost, you're the map's missin' page And when I'm shakin', you're steady like stone You see, you fix me 

I rolled out from under the car again, sniffing back a few tears then looked at Skylar. Her face fell seeing mine. My eyes welled up with tears, her whole expression soften. I sat up beside her and pushed my hair back. By now I was covered in sweat and oil. I was dirty, sweaty and now willing myself not to cry. I swallowed back a sob. I knew she was still next to me, I didn't want to make eye contact.

I couldn’t help it anymore, I let out a strangled whimper and cried quietly with my arms on my knees supporting my body. I just let it out. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her chest. I cried into her she just ran her fingers through my hair, and ran her fingers down my back soothingly.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Paul. Let it out.” She said not knowing why I was crying. She was just there as she always was. Calming me down.

“We were gonna get married.” I cried into her shoulder. I felt her nod then she placed a kiss on my dirty hair, not caring about the grease. “Skyyyyy, I bought a ring. I was gonna propose, in June. She left me.” I cried harder, she wrapped her arms around me whispering into my hair, things like ‘it’s okay,’ and ‘it’s gonna be okay’ I just sobbed into her body. “I know it hadn’t been easy for us since the powers. I was gonna tell her about them. But— but — she’s gone. She wanted someone else.” My voice fell into a whisper. I knew there was no way to get her back. I looked back up at Skylar who was now teary eyed.

“Stephanie doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.” She affirmed, I looked down at my hands. “You’re a great man, sweet kind and caring man. Look at me,” i locked eyes with her. “If she can’t see that her loss. Okay?” I nodded then cried into my hands some more.

I'd be crazry baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves 

“It’s been one week since she left me. It hit me last night. I got drunk,” I divulged to Sky, who nodded understandingly as I sniffed tears and wiped the tears from my face. “Like really drunk, sloppy drunk. Skylar, I didn’t even tell Cooper last night. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts this morning.” I confided, She mouthed an ‘I know’ before caressing my cheek. I leaned into the touch, bowing my head into her hand.

It had been awhile since, almost 2 months actually, Stephanie and I were intimate, she was always busy with her karate, her job and apparently that guy. I had been touch starved.

“I didn’t mean to break down in front of you. You didn’t need to see this. I just— uh— I don’t know,” I stammered again my voice cracking. I was starting to fall back into the depression that went along with the break up, wanting nothing more than to be held, to be comforted.

“Hey, hey. None of that.” She said opening her arms again. I melted into her body again, my face buried into her shoulder. It’s like she knew without me having to say a word. “It’s okay,” she whispered, carding fingers through my hair again. “Just relax. Okay?”

Truth is, if she hadn’t come here to check in on me I would’ve suppressed it for a little until someone would’ve done something to piss me off. Then, I would’ve lost my shit. The walls I would’ve created would’ve fell. I would’ve punched an actual wall to feel something. After that, I would’ve probably came to Skylar like a pup with my tail between my legs asking to be mended. Asking her to clean my wound. We would’ve sat in silence, in our shared bathroom. She’d clean the wound and bandage it, then pull the plaster bin that I had hid under the vanity. She’d watch me fix the wall. This happened every time I got too angry or too sad. All in silence. No tears on either end. No pity from her. Just a quick fix.

I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be Baby you fix me

This time it wasn’t a quick cold fix. This was the slow warm reassurance I needed. I needed to feel loved, wanted and cared for. I had felt like a Chevy on blocks for a while. The past few months had been cold, in my relationship. Stephanie and I had been like ships passing in the night, cold but cordial. One sided love, I still loved her although she had been cold. I felt I would die alone

Skylar brought me out it, bringing me back to life. Her arms were always warm and inviting.

“I don’t want to die alone, Skylar.” I blurted into her shoulder. She was startled by the comment pulling away from the hug. I felt like my tires had gone flat in a rainstorm.

“Don’t you ever say that.” She said, grabbing my chin, softly with one hand. “You won’t die alone. You’ve got people who love you and who understand you. Never say that.” She searched my eyes. “Do you understand me?” I nodded. “As long as I am around you will never die alone. Okay? I mean it.”

When I'm cold, you're on fire And when I'm flat, you're air for the tire 

I nodded in response. She stood up beside me and held a hand out for me I took it. “Let’s go grab some snack then get you cleaned up. Then watch a movie. It’s just us today. Everyone is working except Coop he’s out with Tyler.” She informed me. “So, Adam Sandler movies and snacks?” We passed the kitchen, grabbing drinks and snacks. Dropping them onto my bed grabbing a sleep shirt as I was dragged along by Skylar

She pulled me into our bathroom by my wrist. I took of my shirt and sat on the toilet, she sat on the tubs edge filling a small bucket with warm water and soap from the tub tap. She ran a washcloth across my cheeks, humming softly content with the seeing the scum slowly leave my skin.

I grabbed her wrist softly as she brought the wash cloth one last time to my face. “Thank you,” I murmured. She smiled softly not saying a word, wiped my face. Emptied the bucket cleaned up after us. I sat on the toilet, watching her, flutter around the bathroom putting stuff away. “I know that I don’t tell you enough, how thankful I am to have you in my life.” I said dropping my head again. “I never said thank you, for dealing with me after Jack left. Or even, for staying at the He hospital with me while I waited on mom’s results. For feeding me, making me eat when I waited, I know I am difficult.” I rambled, fiddling with a hand towel she had given me to dry my face. “Being my friend can’t be easy.” I chuckled humorlessly, rambling on. “I can’t imagine how Stephanie felt dating me. She always complained about everything I did but, you never have.” I didn’t notice she came back to sit next to me taking the towel from my hands softly.

“It doesn’t make sense to complain.” She smiled.

“I’ve crushed my hands on walls. You’ve had to clean my wounds.” I argued.

“I don’t have to you up. I want to.” She said, taking my hands in Hers inspecting some of the scars that now decorated my hands.

“You bought, spackle to fix walls and hid it in our bathroom.” I whined.

“Because, I know you waited until everyone went to bed before fixing the wall, Paul.” She winced, looking up at me. “You’d act so embarrassed after punching the wall, you acted like you were taking the walk of shame to the garage to get the spackle.” She ran her thumb across my knuckles. “I know how you get. I figured I’d save you from that.”

I laughed a bit my face red.

“Go get changed, get in bed and pick a movie. I’ll join you in a few. Changing into shorts.” She went out her door, I went into my bed sat under the covers. I picked Billy Maddison. She came out a few minutes later and sat beside me.

“Can I lay my head on your lap?” I asked softly, expected to say no. Instead she pulled the covers off and patted her lap to invite me in. She carded her fingers through my hair until I fell asleep.

And when I'm rain through the clouds your sunshine screams

You fix me

‘Cause

When I'm broke down, you're the she’s my mechanic

#lucas till #project elemental #thr elemental project #ocs #the mechanic #rascal flatts

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victorscanero · 5 years

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FELT// Chapter two [tyrus]

Hey okay guys so the rest of the book will in cyrus' pov sorry of thid makes anything confusing I deeply apologize.

If you haven't seen chapter one that's here:

It's been weeks since Amber and I first hung out and we have been hanging out every day since. We have hung out so much that buffy and Andi were getting jealous, After I told Amber she suggested that the we have a mini party while her parents are out, Nothing crazy just a few friends of amber and T.J. that way there isn't so much pressure. "You would sit through Jandi drama for me?" I asked in aw. Amber gave me a look "Jandi...drama?" She asked clueless. "Jonah and Andi. it's their ship name." I sighed disappointed at my friends lack of fandom knowledge. "Right...anyways if it gets too bad I'll just talk to you but I think I can handle it." she laughed "and T.J. is going to agree to this?" "And is T.J. gonna agree with what?" T.J. asked slowly looking towards Amber. "Small party tonight! very tiny but you can invite reed and lester." Amber smiled hoping he would just go along with "Why would I do that when I could just hang out with reed and lester in my room?" He asked "because the party has to look chill and laid back and unforced." Amber said "So to not make it look forced you're going to force me?" T.J. rose an eyebrow and I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it must seem. T.J. and Amber to both break eye contact and looked at me "This really is crazy maybe we should just deal with the forced awkwardness of hanging out with buffy and Andi" "No, I'll do it." T.J. said "but it is crazy" he smiled at both of ud before turning around and leaving. Amber rolled her eyes and we began planning.

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The party seemed to be going well Jonah,gus and walker were hitting it off and Andi and Buffy were off to a fresh start there were others, but none that I really cared to talk to, that was until I saw T.J. alone at a table.

“What happened to your friends” I asked pulling out a chair to the right of T.J. at the end of the table he seemed taken back I assumed it was because the most I've spoken to him in the past weeks were when he would answer the door, but even then he just called for Amber and left.

After a moment, he replied. “Lester is looking for pudding despite my attempts of telling him we don't have any and I sent reed home.” he said “why'd you send reed home?” I asked letting my curiosity take hold. he raised an eyebrow and I began to regret prying “Do you always ask intruding questions?” but then laughed “Reed is... complicated.” he adding shaking his head “Great friend, but we are very different.” here's where I realized I made the mistake of assuming I knew who T.J. was. “I also might have gotten tired of his comments about my sister” he said causing me to laugh “Just tell him to ask her out she's been dying to use one of her reject lines” I smiled turning to where she was at i watched as her and Andi were dancing and for a moment I thought maybe she could lime her too

Just for a moment though because before i could blink Jonah was pulling her away. her smile falling only for a moment before turning around and sitting next to amber

“Cyrus?” I heard turning my head “yeah?” I asked looking at T.J. “You didn't hear me did you?” he said looking amused my face fell “Sorry I was seeing how Amber and Andi were doing.” truthfully that happened a lot, me getting distracted worrying about other people but he didn't need to know that. “Yeah so was I” he said still looking at amber when he turned to me i guess he could see my confusion because he then asked me a question i wasn't sure how to answer “Amber likes Andi, doesn't she?” i thought I sensed a bit of sadness in his voice and hoped it was because she didn't tell her and not it was a girl that she liked I waited too long to respond i know I did silence says a lot but i answered him anyways “I think if you want to know something about Amber, you should ask Amber.”

I partly felt like it was my fault he asked. If I lied and said i was just say dreaming, the conversation would have been off them and T.J. wouldn't have asked.

“How are my favorite boys doing?” Amber perked between us a hand touching each of our shoulder “We were doing fine before you showed up.” T.J. joked causing me to smile because relief of T.J. being mad at her went away. “Aw! that's what i said when you were born.” she took a seat beside me “Amber we're twins” T.J. said in a duh tone. Amber reached her arms back pretending to stretch “best 8 minutes of my life” she sighed “So how exactly do we kick everyone out of the house now that you guys are… Shall I say friends? We should watch the conjuring tonight.” she smiled “I'm down” T.J. smiled clamping his hand on my shoulder and getting up “IT WAS NICE HAVING EVERYONE COME AGAIN NEXT TIME” he shouted at the 10 people in the living room “well that's a passive aggressive way to tell someone to get out” I smiled walking to sat the living room and saying bye to buffy and walker before she left i couldn't find andi and jonah so I assumed they had gone home. After about 15 minutes the house was cleared. “I told him” Amber smiled “told who what?” I asked “i told T.J. said i looked really happy talking to andi and then said i always look happy when i talked about andi so he asked me if i liked her and i may have ended up telling him i liked girls and he was cool with it.” my face dropped and i took her hand and smiled “Amber! That's great I'm so happy for you!” I said and i meant it i was unbelievably happy for her. “yeah i know” she was still smiling “Can you spend the night?” “yeah but I have to walk to my house first and get some things first.” I said “T.J.!” Amber called from the room we were in and T.J. came in seconds later “yeah?” “Cyrus is spending the night so can we take him to get his clothes?” Amber asked “Yeah if we can go now I'm ready to watch the movie” he said

I forgot all about the movie I thought I could sneak past it but seeing as T.J. is excited for it and I want to have some kind of connection with him i decided to just deal with it.

The car ride there was nostalgic fergie bops Glamorous, big girls don't cry, and london Bridge. Most people i know listened to these songs but i was still shocked to see T.J. sing all the lyrics to fergalicious. Me and Amber were both in the back screaming the lyrics along with him and when we got to my house only Amber ran in with me. I told my mom I would be back tomorrow around 6:00 and we left. Amber begged to stop by the store and seeing a neither me or T.J. wanted to go in we both stayed in the car.

“So” T.J. turned around to face me “ I know about Amber.” he seemed happier than when I first found out he suspected it. “And you're okay with it?” I asked finding that having a conversation with T.J. was becoming less and less forced. He nodded “I'm just really happy she's happy” he smiled “Plus it is a relief knowing she won't ever date reed just to piss me off again”

I laughed at that “Again?” I questioned he raised an eyebrow “She didn't tell you?” I shook my head “ofcourse she didn't tell you she was probably embarrassed. Anyways, well In 6th grade i broke a vase, it wasn't important and it was 10 dollars but, i blamed it on Amber anyways. She didn't get in trouble she actually got a hug for crying at my accusations but she was out for revenge anyways and ending up dating reed for a whole week. He cheated which obviously amber didn't care since she had zero feelings for him but to this day she regrets it because reed thinks that's whole reason she won't get back together with him” he explained the story and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow “No one thought to tell him she never had feelings for him? That could end this whole thing.” I laughed surprised.

“Reed hitting on amber has been a thing since elementary school no matter how much either of us complain the moment Reed gets into a real relationship and stops will be a very sad day” he said before I could reply I heard a known on the trunk and turned to see Amber, her figure disappearing behind the hood as she lifted it up.

“You heard all of that and we will make sure she knows you know.” T.J. smiled at me before turning back around. Amber came in the car and I couldn't help but make the first punch. “it's funny you have a crush on andi who has short hair and dated reed who has short hair… you must have a type” I smiled innocently “T.J. YOU TOLD HIM” she pulled the strings on her hoodie hiding her face “Sorry I couldn't help it, you can't just let your friends stay alone with me and not expect me to tell your darkest secrets!” he cranked up the car beginning to drive off “T.J. thought you were in love with me when we first started hanging out” that shocked me but i couldn't help but burst out laughing along with her “I did for a week and then i told you i think that's just how he acts” he said “what is that even supposed to mean” I continued to laugh “you know like your nice I noticed your nice to everyone” T.J. started to drive and the laughter died down “that's so not true!” I said knowing that it was very much true “Dude, Jenkins dropped his books while knocking yours out of your hand and you helped him pick his up.” T.J. laughed “that's so cyrus” amber said “Jenkins isn't that bad he is just douchey” i said knowing he was THAT bad. “Trust, he is i play basketball with him. That reminds me, if you ever decide to be fully out Amber and Jenkins gives you shit let me know. He is known for being homophobic.” We pulled into the driveway and she jumped out “That's the exact opposite of what I'm going to do but thank you for the tip” i began to wonder if that's why jenkins was always a total dick to me, could he tell I was gay? I pushed the thoughts aside when we got to Amber's room we all decided to watch it there and Amber had the bright idea to make a fort so we brought in chairs and blankets and moved her bed to the side and the mattress off of it.

A/n this ended weirdly but i wanted to start chapter 3 from the fort being done.

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