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twigg96 · 11 months

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Strangers like me

Daryl X Reader, Merle & Reader, Dixon Brothers

Era: PreQuarry, Quarry, Woodburry, Prison

POV: Merle's on yours and Daryl's relationship

Pronouns: They/Them. You/ [Y/N]

Summary: When Daryl and Merle find you starving in one of the houses they raid, Merle is more than willing to leave you there to die. But Daryl jumps to your rescue. Feeding you and restoring you back to health. Merle is certain that once you're better you'd leave them alone... but instead you just seemed to stick around. And Daryl seemed to cling to you in this weird way he'd never seen his brother do with anyone else before... intrigued and a little worried for his brother's safety (though he'd never say it out loud) Merle starts to pay a little more attention to the relationship brewing between you and Daryl. That is until the Sheriff arrives and everything goes to hell in a hand basket.

From the very first day you met Daryl, found starving inside one of the many abandoned houses that Merle and he searched and raided before they settled down at the Quarry, you both had been connected at the hip. Merle had thought it strange at first. Just a cute little crush for his younger brother to entertain while the world went to shit around them. A cute crush that could potentially become quite the fucking problem if you ever got in the way of their survival. "C'mon baby bro..." Merle growled one particularly rainy day when he finally had a chance to get Daryl alone. "Don't cha see they're just usin' ya?" Merle drawled a snake like grin crossing his face as Daryl shot him an uncertain and self conscious glance. But as the little stow away stumbled through the thick brush, proudly holding up a long string of fish they must have noodled out of the nearby crick, Merle watched Daryls eyes gleam and pride radiate from his very body. "Usin' me huh?" Daryl teased walking over to you, helping you wipe the mud and grime from your face in the most gentle way his brother had ever seen.

As the shit hit the fan and the largest herd of walkers the group of three had yet to see approached from seemingly all sides, Merle was certain you were going to die. That you'd be too slow to keep up. That you'd loose your balance or your weak ankles would give out. What worried Merle most was that if you did happen to trip, happen to get hurt. His moron of a brother would risk his own life again to save you. But you were faster than he expected you would be and even though you had complained before of your weak ankles swelling, a part of you Daryl had no problem touching and massaging on a normal day. Another mystery to the eldest Dixon. You seemed to be Leading the charge far in front of both men, pointing and leading them through the woods. Only for a moment did Merle think to be suspicious of your sudden athletic prowess. But it was only for a moment before you reached out and pulled Merle back from tripping over the root of a tree that would have sent him to his death over the edge of a nearby cliff. Feeling the warm squeeze of your hand in his Merle realized that even after you had safely navigated him away from the ledge you were still holding tight to his wrist, a worried look to your face and hot tears staining your cheeks. "Y-you gotta keep up old man!" You finally called back, stifling a sob he knew would have wracked you and slowed you down... Well damn. Merle followed you into a well abandonded cabin deep in the woods, one that he could tell just by lookin at it was a distillery at one point in it's life. Shoving what little furniture the cabin had up against the windows and doors the trio waited with baited breath as the herd pushed past, begging that none of them would tear through the thin walls in the night while you rested.

"Alrigh'..." Merle grumbled tossing his pack in the corner, glaring at the way his brother was doting on you, letting you lean on him for support to catch your breath. Your hand rested softly on his chest and if Merle had been a dumb man, which he fuckin wasn't. He would have missed the way you intertwined your fingers with Daryl's other hand. "Tell me." Merle growled sitting across from the two who seemingly scrambled to get away from one another in order to avoid getting caught. "Don't know wha-" Daryl tried to bullshit him but Merle could see right through his brother. "Ah! Don't try that shit." Merle growled growing more and more agitated by the minute. Agitated that the two of them thought they could just sneak around him with out him finding out. Agitated that his brother thought he was some kinda fool and couldn't figure it out on his own. But, most of all, agitated that Daryl hadn't trusted him with the truth earlier. "How long have ya known each other?" Merle hissed, gesturing between the two blushing kids. And god they really did look like kids to him now. Despite being covered in mud, walker bits and blood, they both looked so... damned young. "Well..." Merle huffed when he received nothing but silence from either his brother or you in return. "I already told ya." Daryl tried to lie once more, not daring to meet his eyes. "We just met the other day... you were there." You nodded your head a little too enthusiastically to try and convince Merle... something that didn't sit right with the older Dixon. "Bull shit." Merle huffed shaking his head. "There's somethin' more goin' on between you two..." Merle muttered jabbing a finger at his brother's chest then yours. "You two have been all buddy buddy since we picked the runt up." Merle stated watching carefully as you seemed to pull away from the crassness of his voice and Daryl... well if Daryl realized he was doing it Merle had no idea but he had shifted his body slightly to place himself between his brother and you, a deep scowl plastered on his face. "Don't you dare call them names... they just saved yer hide." Daryl hissed defensively. And there it was. Love. Merle sighed shaking his head a small smirk gracing his lips. But, who was he to make them realize what it was called before either of them said it out loud? Instead Merle slapped his knee. "Ah... shit. Thought I recognized 'em from before... must just be tired." Merle sighed, standing with a low groan to go set up his corner of the cabin.

After that long night, Merle kept a closer eye on you two from the shadows. He didn't distrust you as much anymore you were always quick to have not only Daryl’s back but his own and Merle warmed up to you coming to see you as more of a family member and less as of a threat. But that didn't mean that you got to just do whatever you wanted to his little brother in the middle of the apocalypse without someone watching your dumbass backs. Most of the time what Merle observed was tame. A small brush of the hands while you two walked further ahead than him. A bump of the shoulders while they were sitting alone by the fire. When they finally arrived at the Quarry, the three of them kept mostly to themselves finding the small group's leader that took them in suffocating and a hard ass. Shane, the wannabe jughead, was insufferable on a good day. He harassed you on a near constant basis when his own makeshift piece of ass wasn't around to keep him on his toes. "What're ya doing hanging around these fuckin' hicks?" He asked you one day while you were busy skinning the rabbits you had caught. A glare was all you graced him with before he plopped down on the log beside you. "There's more than enough room for you to bunk down next to us ya know... next to me." The perverted ex-cop cooed leaning closer to you. But, much to Merle's glee and entertainment, you looked completely appalled and disinterested. Flipping the man off you shoved the bloody skinned rabbit into his arms. "There... dinner for the young ones." You growled, walking down to the water's edge to wash off.

But, the bastard didn't give up easily. Even once the others in the camp had started to put two and two together that you might... maybe... possibly be in an intimate relationship with the youngest of the Dixon boys and were officially off limits Shane persisted. Merle watched you carefully on the days that the two lovebirds at the camp drank too much and tore into each other. It happened more often than Merle ever felt comfortable with and always ended with a very drunken Shane attempting to shove a wedge into whatever relationship was forming between you and Daryl. But Merle knew his baby brother... his self confidence was in the gutter. And so when another young buck entered his territory, Daryl tended to run and hide or duck his head. "Tell me something." Shane slurred one night, nearly sitting on Daryl's lap in order to slide between you and him. If you hadn't begged Merle to leave well enough alone earlier in the day when the arguing startled the deer the three of you had been hunting all day, he might have put the man out of his misery then and there. "Why do you go out and do all this men's work?" Shane asked drunkenly slurring his words, waving around his half empty beer bottle towards your bow and Daryl's crossbow. "You'd be much better off if you just stayed here with the women and... ya know did women work." Merle had stifle the laugh that bubbled up in his throat watching the way your face morphed from confused disgust to pure astonished hatred. "Ex-fucking-scuse me?!" You hissed. And lordy above if looks could kill Shane would have been fuckin' toast. If not only from the searing glare you sent his way but the absolute daggers Daryl was piercing into the back of Shane's skull at the sheer audacity this man had. But... it seemed that on this night Shane just wanted to test his luck with you. "Yeah... I mean." Shane grabbed your wrist flipping your hand over to look at the palm of your hand. "No one as beautiful as you deserves to have calluses this thick. Besides... you're too delicate for anything more than washing clothes." Oh yeah... that did it. Merle chuckled as you stood and brought the very hand Shane had been holding across his face. "Don't you ever touch me you prick!" You hissed. But something about the way Shane's demeanor didn't set right with Merle... He was too still. He just stared off into space. A look Merle was far too familiar with having served in the military and time in prison. It was a dangerous distant look. But before Shane could act on whatever was brewing in his mind, you stormed off into darkness of the woods, Daryl hot on your tail.

The argument that followed could be heard for a good half mile. "I said leave me the hell alone Daryl!" Merle heard you yell, frustrated and sobbing from within the trees. Merle heard his brother mutter something vaguely sad and soft. It was your first real fight so if he had to guess Daryl was asking what was wrong, or what he could do to help... the poor bastard. "You think they'll be ok?" Dale, the group's resident crazy elderly man asked Merle softly. The older Dixon shrugged, pulling the flashlight from his backpack with an annoyed sigh. "It's not [Y/N] I'm worried about." He muttered lowly, standing with a pained groan. "Fine you wanna talk so bad let's fuckin' talk!" Your scream could be heard all across the Quarry and Merle knew... Daryl was in fuckin' trouble. "I better go get his dumb ass before they kill each other." Merle sighed rolling his eyes. Merle tracked his brother and wannabe in-law down and reminding them that the walkers still existed and were dangerous even when they were pissed off at each other. You insisted that maybe... you should just sleep in Dale's RV for a while. With that said and tears rolling down your cheeks you stormed off back towards the camp. Merle watched you go for a moment before turning to his brother who for all intents and purposes was completely distraught. Daryl paced back and forth growling nonsense, punching the bark off of tree trunks, and grasping at the short hair on his head. "What the fuck?!" Daryl whined, kicking a dead tree down. Merle would have quipped back with something nasty and hurtful. He certainly wanted to... But he figured that maybe this time he should just keep his fuckin' trap shut and try listening this time. "They told me they needed space... so I walked a little slower to give 'em space. They got pissed when I asked what I asked what I could do then told me I didn't do shit so why even ask that. And now they want to sleep in the camper with Dale?!" Daryl growled huffing and plopping down the freshly made tree stump. Merle couldn't help but to laugh at his little brother rolling his eyes at Daryl's nonissue. "Wha' you fuckin' laughing at?!" Daryl hissed standing to get in Merle's face. "Got two bits of advice fer ya little brother." Merle murmured, a cocky smirk plastered across his face. "First... don't ever talk ta yer partner when they tell ya to fuck off. No matter how mad they are or what started it. Just let them be mad fer a bit..." Daryl stared at Merle like he grew a second head. "But I was jus' worried about walkers." Daryl muttered, shuffling his feet. Merle rolled his eyes. "That's the second tip little brother... grow a pair of balls." Merle teased, grabbing his own crotch for emphasis. "You say to me you were just worried about walkers but that's bull shit... you were trying to smooth things over because you know you fucked up by letting Deputy Dickface harass and touch your partner whenever he feels like it... that's why they want to sleep in Dale's camper. Not because their especially pissed at you little bro... but you won't do anything to Shane so they don't feel safe if he were to try something." Daryl flapped his gums for a moment but Merle was already headed back to camp. "Just something to chew on little bro..."

Over the next few days Merle watched you and Daryl slowly make up in the solace of the woods. If he actually gave a shit he'd say it was cute... Daryl did his very best for you. He gave you a portion of his meal every time you all ate despite your protests. He taught you how to cock and shoot his cross bow properly. Merle thought it was cute funny that you tried your damnedest to ignore the way Daryl's body pressed into your back, his left hand pressed to your tummy, explaining that if you took deep enough breaths through your stomach your aim would be less shaky. He almosted missed the way that his little brother's right hand was so gently caressing you to help you position your arms closer to your body and that his breath was tickling the back of your neck as he almost whispered the encouragement into your ear as you pulled the trigger and shot your first deer with the new weapon. But the crushing hug he gave you afterwards, the little twirl and small, “You fuckin’ did it sunshine!” That. That was not a memory neither you or Merle were willing to ignore or push away any time soon. Even though he'd never say it out loud, Merle was damned proud of the his little brother. Especially the next time Deputy Dog came sniffing around. Daryl was by your side in an instant despite having been at the other side of the camp when the ex-cop first approached you. "Heard you were takin' a break from the hicks fer a while..." Shane hummed moving his hand to brush back a piece of your hair that had fallen into your face. "The only thing they'll be breakin' is yer nose if ya don't leave them alone." Daryl growled, walking around the two of you to take your waist, pulling you close to him. Unbeknownst to you at the time. You were teaching the youngest Dixon as well. You taught him the patience to listen even when all he wanted to do was run off in a confused huff or get moody. Merle watched on a little amused as you taught Daryl to fish using only your hand, a gleam of desire shining in his little brother's eyes as he watched you rolling around in the mud bear wrestling a giant catfish to land. You taught Daryl compassion. Something that some what weirded Merle out as the two of you approached Dale and Glenn one day offering to help out at the camper.

The worst day of Merle's life thus far came the day the Sheriff arrived. He was certain that as he sat handcuffed on the roof he was going to die. Even as he sawed his own hand from his arm he was sure he was going to die. But the one thought in his mind remained the same. He had to live to make it to see his little brother again. Even if it were just a glimpse. Even if he just got to know he was ok. Days of mending his wounded stump within the confines of Atlanta turned into weeks of wondering the backroads of Gorgia as he finally made his way back to their campsite. Eating and sleeping from dumpster to dumpster became a regular occurrence and then a necessity as Merle crashed hard detoxing from his array of vices he kept in his bike's side satchel. When Merle finally made it to the campsite, only to find rows and rows of mass graves burried there, the cars, his bike, and the camper gone. Merle had never known that level of loss in his life. Not even in the midst of war did Merle feel so much pain, digging on his knees with his only good hand into the shallow graves praying for the first time in his life that he wouldn't find the faces of his little brother or his brother's lover. But when they all came up as members of their makeshift community, people he hardly knew due to his isolation, Merle wept for the first time in a long time.

Years passed. Merle was "saved" from a life off drifting by the Governor. The Governor's men had found him, starving, nearly waisted away along the side of the road one evening. They had originally tried to kill him, seeing him as a parasite within the bounds of their territory. But time after time, group after group, Merle beat them. He was either able to evade them into the shadows and tight spaces of some abandoned building, going deep withing the walker infested parts of the cities the scouts weren't willing to go. Or he killed each and every one of the bastards that cornered him. But eventually... Merle grew tired and relented. The life he knew in Woodbury was not lavish nor grand by any sense of the word. Merle was a lacky used for his strength and military training... he was used to entertain the residents of Woodbury and keep the other lackies and prisoners in check. It was his job and for a while at least... he was good at it. Why wouldn't he be? It kept food in his belly and enough booze in his system to keep him numb to the horrific things he had to do to keep his position. But to say Merle was simply taking what was given to him was a drastic understatement. No... He may have been a hard headed moron on a good day, but Merle had a plan. One that involved taking the governor down and taking him for all he was worth in the process. Unfortunately for him, he tended to run his big mouth when he was drunk. A habit he was warned would kill him one day... But, Merle wasn't in the business of listening to his little brother's dumb advice especially when he was certain he was dead. Had to be after all the time that had passed between them. So instead when he missed him... he talked about him to the only people who listened... the governor and his lackies.

When Merle found the little Korean squirt loading up baby supplies into that car, he nearly shit himself. If that twerp was still alive, you and Daryl had to be... right? He knew it was impulsive. He knew the target was the samurai. But if he lost track of the twerp now... he could loose you and Daryl forever and that just wasn't a risk Merle was willing to take. He lied to the governor told him he killed the samurai but everything was lost in the blast... a bold lie for sure but a strong one when he held a single lock of hair. The governor seemingly believed him for the mean time and even offered to help interview the girl. An offer Merle should have known better than to accept. But emotions were already high and his judgement had been clouded. However... Merle did not expect Glenn to have such a steel trap. The boy took blow after blow, ribs cracking, nose breaking, blood spilling all in the name of protecting the ones he loved and cherished. Merle tried like Hell to get him to understand. "I just need ta know where Daryl and his partner are... I'll let ya and yer lady friend go if ya just tell me already!" Merle growled finally pushed to the breaking point when Glenn spit all over him. Of course Merle knew he went too far after he threw the walker into the room with Glenn. He was just so confused and frustrated that Glenn was so loyal... Maybe the girl would be easier to break. But what he found in her cell, the governor standing behind her half naked frame with her pinned to the table sent him from frustrated to furious in an instant. If it weren't for the nagging part of his brain reminding him there was something he truly needed at the end of all of this... Merle might have gone rouge then and there. "Hey..." Merle finally got out, straining his voice to hide any emotion. "They... They need ya up top." Merle lied. This time not caring about the repercussions of this particular lie. Merle waited outside watching as the governor passed him by before walking into the room they kept Glenn in. The boy was bloodied, bruised and beaten. He had broken the wooden chair he was taped to in order to kill the walker but by god he survived. Maybe the punk had more moxie than Merle gave him credit for... Without giving the kid a chance to run, Merle grabbed him by the arm, escorting him into the next room where his girl sat covering herself. A wave of hot shame and posionous guilt washed over Merle as he shoved Glenn into the room. His only thought being... What if someone somewhere was doing this to you and Daryl... If he was willing to go this far... how far would someone else go? Tossing his vest at Glenn's girl he looked away, hoping that maybe if he was lucky he'd see his little brother again one day.

When the shooting started and the alarm was raised that prisoners were loose in the city of Woodbury, Merle knew Glenn's people had come to save them. Despite the impressive show he made of firing into the smoke, Merle did his best to miss the figures that crept and ran around. If you or Daryl were in fact amongst one of the few to be there, the last thing he wanted to do was accidently hit either of you. Instead his aim was at the Woodbury residents who dared aim a gun at the fleeing trespassers. God did he pay for it once everything calmed down... the Governor's daughter a walker he kept trapped and locked away was slaughtered during the fight and the Governor wanted blood. Placing Merle in the middle of the fighting ring, a position he wasn't unfamiliar with by this point in his career and life, Merle mentally and physically prepared himself. He expected the Walkers to be released on him. He expected to be whipped and possibly publicly shamed. What he didn't expect... was Daryl. His baby brother chained, beaten, battered, bruised, and whipped being drug into the arena with him. Worse than that, the very second he moved to step towards him, the Governor issued the very rules Merle prayed wouldn't be said in the arena. "To the death..." And so Merle did as ordered. He fought like it was his last breath. Using the governor's waning trust in him, Merle took the first blow sending an unsuspecting Daryl stumbling back. "Merle please." The words killed him as Merle stood over Daryl. But the eldest Dixon had a plan... he always did. Before he knew it snipers from the buildings above were firing down on the walkers and crowd making room for the rush of the crowd that rushed in, slaughtering whoever they had too to free Daryl.

Merle followed the group out, whether they wanted them too or not, Daryl refused to let them touch him. Despite it all Daryl was still loyal to his brother. But the group felt differently... and why wouldn't they? Merle knew he had done unspeakable acts against them... but he didn't ask to have them shoved in his face every two seconds. When enough was enough he and Daryl stormed off. Something they were good at. "Come on baby brother, your better off without them." Merle muttered, trying his damnedest to cheer his little brother up. But it all ended up just blowing up in his face... "We gotta go back to the prison. I need to go back..." Daryl muttered, more like a chant as he lead them deeper into the woods. "The prison? Why the hell do ya wanna go back there?" Merle asked, struggling to keep up with Daryl's determined stride. "Loyalty. Don't know if ya know anythin' about it... and I gotta... They need me." Daryl growled, glaring at his older brother as they ducked under branches. "I know more about loyalty than you ever will!" Merle had yelled. "Maybe you would if you had been there once fer me!" Daryl had screamed back. Merle huffed shaking his head. "Bull shit little brother. This ain't about loyalty. This is about somethin' else..." Merle mumbled trying to read the expression on his brother's face. "Whatever... this was a bad fuckin' idea." Daryl growled. Merle grabbed the back of Daryl's shirt when he tried to walk back to the road without him a familiar feeling of fear and abandonment washing over him as he did. The scars on Daryl's back were horrendous. And Merle knew exactly where they came from. "I-I'm so sorry... I-I never knew..." Merle tried to explain but Daryl was having none of it. "No... You did it's why you left... but it never stopped when you did." Merle couldn't help the pained laugh that escaped his lips. Daryl wasn't wrong. He was reading him like a book... when did he learn to do that? The two walked in silence for a while. Daryl tried like hell to get Merle to come back to the prison with him. But Merle knew deep down he never could. The people there would kill him. It was simple. When the baby's wail pierced the air and Daryl looked panicked, jumping into action without a moments hesitation. Something clicked. "They still alive?" Merle asked after Daryl finally handed the tiny baby back to it's family with a pained look to his face. "Huh? Yeah... Wha' cha mean by that?" Daryl asked, gesturing to the whimpering newborn wriggling in it's mother's arms as they all ran down the highway. "Not the baby, Daryl." Merle sighed. Daryl cocked a confused brow and craned his head. "[Y/N]? Yeah... They're still alive." Daryl huffed when he finally caught on to what Merle was asking. Pushing past his older brother Merle sighed. "You tell them yet?" Merle muttered, following Daryl off of the bridge. "Tell them what?" Daryl asked rolling his eyes at his brother's sudden interest in playing twenty questions. "That ya love 'em." Merle murmured. Watching as Daryl slowed to a stop, Merle hoped for a small second that his little brother would tell him off and send him packing. But instead for the first time since they reunited, Daryl looked like what he remembered him to be. Timid. Shy. And a little embarrassed. But still, the little shit nodded. "Ya want ta come see them?" Daryl asked softly, gesturing with his head in the direction he wanted to go. "They miss ya somethin' fierce."

Before this point... Merle had believed anxiety to be a myth. Something people made up to whine about or get out of work. But as he marched his way to the prison gates with Daryl by his side, Merle suddenly felt very small. It was a good thing that he had something to do when they first arrived... kill all the walkers they could to get in... but once they were done and the dust had settled, Merle was very aware of how many eyes were staring him down. Whispers of "What is he doing here?" and "Why did Daryl bring him back?" resonated deep within his soul. But one voice stood out above the rest. "Daryl?!" Your voice and the sound of your approaching footsteps as you sprinted to find him echoed from inside the prison walls. As you stepped into the greens of the courtyard Merle stood stalk still completely stunned. You looked stunning, your hair grown longer, your skin a little tanner than he remembered, and most shockingly of all... a little tike rested on your hip. The toddler clung to your shirt and buried into your heaving collar bone as you fought to catch your breath. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you ran to Daryl, who met you without hesitation halfway into the courtyard. "W-When you didn't come back-" You sobbed kissing Daryl's jaw before burying your face in the crook of his neck. "It's ok... I just had to take a little detour." Daryl whispered taking the little one from you and kissing their face, blowing raspberries on their cheek for good measure. The tike giggle and squealed in Daryl's arms pushing his head away from their own. "Daddy stop!" They squealed. Daddy? Merle blinked rubbing his eyes with his good hand. He didn't think he was gone that long... "Merle?" Your voice called out as he looked back up at his little, growing, family. "The one and only." Merle gleamed grinning from ear to ear as you wrapped your arms around his middle. "I'm so happy you're ok..." Your tone was happy and soft but turned as dark and piercing as the glare you shot up at Merle. "Merle Dixon... you know I respect you as Daryl's brother... and you know that I owe you and your brother my life... but, you really hurt Daryl with the actions you took in your past... now you have a chance to make them right. If you don't... or if you ever hurt Daryl with another dumbass mistake that makes you get lost or separated from us again. Know I'm going to be personally searching for you to beat your ass until you apologize." Merle tried to take you seriously... he really did. But as your voice grew thick and the tears from earlier began to flow Merle just couldn't find it in himself to even attempt to look scared of you. Instead the eldest Dixon pulled you close letting you rest your head against his chest to sob. "You idiot... You absolute fucking idiot." You sobbed.

Late that night Merle stared up at the stars from the sanctuary of the prison grounds. The groans of the dean did nothing to bother him much any more. The sound of approaching footsteps however put him on edge and forced him to turn to face his potential attackers. But, it was just Daryl, coming to sit beside him in the wet grass of the night. "Hey." Daryl muttered. "Hey..." Merle whispered back looking back at the door to see if you had followed him out. "[Y/N] not coming out?" He asked softly. Daryl chuckled and shook his head. "Nah... she just got Sapphire down for the night." Daryl murmured, rolling his eyes with a laugh as he caught his brother's judgmental stare. "Look we didn't name 'er that... She knew 'er name when we found 'er and we couldn't bare to change it when it was the last thing she had of her real parents." Daryl said softly. Merle hummed in recognition. "Ya got a cute kid..." Daryl nodded, rubbing his arm. "Thanks. Try ta do right by her, ya know..." Daryl muttered and Merle completely understood because he always had and always would try and do right by his family... Even if it killed him.

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garthofshayeris · 4 months

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random question but what do you imagine Garth's childhood (pre-Aquaman) like? Like Aquaman we saw raised by Dolphins and then he briefly had his lighthouse keeper dad. Garth we saw abandonded as a kid but we never (from what i've read so far) got to fill in the details

SO, going based on Devin Grayson's book (which is overall bad, imo, and not just because it's Devin...) he doesn't actually remember much of his pre-Arthur childhood. This is implied to be because Atlan was pulling some strings and imo that means Garth might not have been really interacting with much of the world. Which isn't really great for a child's development...

I think the best answer is: lonely and terrifying. It's likely that Arthur was the first humanoid he met (and one he could communicate with! What luck!) so before that it was probably a lot of: avoiding being eaten and try to find food for yourself. It's no wonder Garth is resourceful and overly-attached to people who show him kindness.

Silver Age, where he is exiled as a young child and not a baby, it was probably just very sad; he know his parents died and he was so undesirable that they sent him the surface, something they only did for babies! And Garth was FULLY prepared to never go back, so even then it must have been incredibly lonely.

You did not ask, but if DC wanted to avoid the implications of a totally feral child (which Garth would be, in a realistic world) I think having him live on the fringes of society would be a good compromise for any future versions of him; think Oliver Twist or similar street urchins in fiction with no parents and no support systems, who still can somewhat operate with the general public.

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lights-out-knives-out · 6 months

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New boy who's life ain't going great

I apologize for the misspellings my computer hates me

I dont even know what kind of warnings to put on here. We've got Bad parents, carewhumper, medical trauma anddd panic attack

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"Uh Boss? There's somthing you need to see."

Carter looked up from the work on his desk, visibly iritated. "What problem have you caused now? We acnt afford any mistakes you know."

"Me? Causing problems? oh no Boss. Everything is going smoothly with the ransom, we just had a bit of a hiccup with the trade off that's all." The henchman tried to assure Carter

"What kind of hiccup?" Carter growled

"There's no need to get angry boss," Henchmen said putting their hands up "How about I just show you what we're dealing with?" They came over to Carter's desk pulling up the video feed on his computer "Everything was going just fine until we told the guy we'd send back his kid, He kinda lost it." Henchman pressed play.

"I dont want him back. He's a pathetic excuse for a son. If he's weak enough to get kiddnapped, he's too weak to be in my family. He's your problem now, do with him as you please. Beat him, Fuck him, Kill him. I dont care. Just dispose of his body when you're finally fed up with him." The line went dead

Carter stared in disbelief "Is the kid still here?" He asked his henchman

"Yes Sir, he is. Do you want me to bring him in?"

"Do it." Carter said waving the man off. Henchman soon came back with a disheveld teary eyed young man, who avoided Carter's eye contact, paying more attention to picking at the bandadges that were bound around his hands. Carter rounded his desk approching the pair, he couldn't help but notice the young man stiffen as he drew near. "Your name is Jasper, isn't it?"

"yes sir" he replied in a voice barly louder than a whisper

"So Jasper, now that your father has abandond you. What are we to do with you?"

Jasper suddenly dropped to his knees with a sob, startiling the two older men

"Please! Please don't kill me!" He begged "I can be useful! I-I swear I can be useful! I've- I've been trained S-Sir! I can-I can I can do things. I can be good for you! Please Sir! Please don't kill me!"

"Get up. I'm not going to kill you."

"You aren't?" Jasper sniffed as he stood up

"No. Follow me." Carter left his office

Jasper stood there hesitant to follow, unsure what was to happen to him. The henchman took Jasper by the shoulder guiding him into the hallway, then with a gentle push Jasper went stumbling after Carter.

"I will go over the house rules later, but curently we'll be taking you to our medic. just to make sure my boys didn't break anything when they roughed you up." Carter said as they walked

"M-Medic?" Carter looked back over his shoulder, the kid didn't seem to understand.

"Our doctor." he explained

"No" Jasper stopped dead in his tracks, the color drained from his face. "No, you-you can't! I'm not! I won't! No! No please!" Jasper pushed himself against the wall, fingers digging into his head "I Can't! Not again! Not again! I was good! Please! I was good! No! no no no no!" Jasper hyperventilated squeazing his eyes shut

"shit. Grab him"

"NO!" Jasper screamed, taking off down the hallway, he turned a corner ducking into the first room he saw. Jasper slammed the door behind himself slinding into a heap on the floor.

"Can I help you?"

Jasper looked up, a concerned looking woman stood over him. "I-" Japser started to speak but the world shifted, he found his vision going dark. then his head conked back and he was out like a light

#whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #my writing #whumper turned caretaker #parental caretaker #or at least he will be #medical whump #no beta we die like men #tw mention of death #tw mentions of sex #kidnapping #hidden injury

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howlingday · 1 year

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tragic backstory (tm) au)

pyrrrha and jaune have a date. yang is defnatly not jealous and neither is ruby they're just tagging along for moral support…. yeah!

ozpin takes the time to inspect jaune's gear for him. he's seeing a lot of … aura? magic? something like that. it's rearranging the metals and making them both sturdier and acting like a conductor for jaune's aura… this is something he heard about when he was a boy… as in a boy back in his first life. but it was only for great legends.

… just what has he turned jaune into?

(slaying the dragon was a big enough feat that now jaune's weapons and armor are more symbols of that feat than actual items. more like if you somehow crystallized the attention and emotions people felt about jaune's slaying of the dragon. tldr jaune's got a couple of noble phantasms on his hands)

Ponce Age

Pyrrha: (Sighs contently, Holds Jaune's arm)

Jaune: Everything okay, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Yes. Everything is just... perfect.

Ruby: (In a bush) Target in sight.

Weiss: They're not targets, Ruby.

Yang: I mean, they're the reason we're out here, so...

Blake: Targets.

Emerald: And why are we following them? Shouldn't we be respecting their privacy?

Mercury: And miss this blackmail? Yeah, right!

Emerald: Wait, are we really here for blackmail?

RWBY: (Holding up their scrolls) Um...

Emerald: I can't believe this...

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Wei: Do you truly believe this?

Adam: (Bound by chains, Welts all over him) Yes! All of my suffering has been by the hands of a hum- ARGH!

Wei: No! You only suffer because you lack discipline! You lack understanding! Humanity did not give you that scar. It is your naivete and ignorance that causes you pain!

Adam: ...

Wei: Who did this to you? Who is responsible for your incarceration? Who is the one who put you away, only to be freed later by my hand?

Adam: ...Me- ARGH!

Wei: You say the correct answer, but you do not believe it. If you are going to speak, then speak with certainty.

Adam: Jaune Arc...

Wei: Good. Your honesty will reward you this once... with less pain!

Adam: AUGH! ARGH! DAMMIT! WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS TRAINING?! I WOULD HAVE HAD HIM! I WOULD HAVE KILLED- AAAAAAAAUGH!

Wei: You were fighting an unarmed opponent and you lost. He surprised you not only once. Your rage for humanity blinds and now your hatred of this Jaune Arc is blinding you more so! If you wish to become stronger, you must free yourself of your mask of animosity! See the world for what it truly is!

Wei: See this Jaune Arc for who he truly is.

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Jaune: Ugh, I still can't believe this...

Pyrrha: What's wrong, Jaune? Are you mad we got free snowcones?

Jaune: It's the being free I'm mad about, it's the reason. "Here you are, your majesty"? (Groans) Is this my life now?

Pyrrha: (Pats his back) You saved a lot of people, Jaune. People who will be forever grateful for what you've done in Mallet.

Jaune: I didn't do anything. I just held a sword... lance... drill thing and lucked a killing blow. After I abandoned you guys.

Pyrrha: You didn't abandon anyone. You were needed elsewhere. You abandoned us as much as you abandonded your sister when she got away from Adam Taurus.

Jaune: I... I guess.

Pyrrha: How is she, by the way?

Jaune: Cin-Cin is... Can you promise not to tell anyone?

Pyrrha: I promise. I could give an Arc's word, but...

Jaune: (Chuckles, Sighs) She's doing better, but I can tell she's traumatized by that night. Mom was telling me about how she's been avoiding kids at school. Kids with Faunus traits.

Pyrrha: Oh my...

Jaune: I know she doesn't mean it, and I can't say I blame her. Whenever I think about the White Fang or what that bastard did to her, I- (Crushes cup) ...Dammit.

Pyrrha: Here, let me clean that. (Wipes hand) And you have every right to be angry. What happened that night would be traumatizing for anyone, especially someone as young as your sister. I don't think there's a magical cure for what your sister is feeling, but what she does need is the same as what you need. (Looks at him) Love and support.

Jaune: (Blushes)

Yang: Damn... Pyrrha's making some moves.

Weiss: Is it any different than what any of the rest of you have done?

Mercury: Heh... Burn.

Emerald: Geez... I knew that guy was bad, but leaving a little girl traumatized? Never thought he'd go that far.

Blake: ...

Ruby: Are you okay, Blake?

Blake: ...I have to make things right. For everyone.

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Ozpin: No, no, this isn't right.

Ozpin: Perhaps if I applied fire and ice dust..?

Ozpin: ...

Ozpin: That did nothing. Unexpected.

Cinder: And he's been doing this all day?

Goodwitch: All week. Ever since what happened in Mallet, whenever Jaune Arc has nothing to do after classes, and he has no missions, our headmasters steals away his weapon to run secret investigations on his sheath.

Cinder: And what if Jaune needs his weapon?

Goodwitch: Ozpin has the locker moved up here for "upgrades", and in a distress, has it delayed until Ozpin sets the weapon in and shuts the door. He's also been excused from participating in combat classes until the "upgrades" are installed.

Ozpin: Glynda! Ms. Fall! I'm made a stunning breakthrough in my research! It turns out that all of the dust does absolutely nothing, ergo, Archaic, dust itself is entirely resistant to his sheath- I mean, his sheath is resistant to dust!

Cinder: ...And I should care why?

Goodwitch: I've stopped asking those questions a long time ago.

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Pyrrha: Thank you for the lovely date today, Jaune.

Jaune: Of course, Pyrrha, and, uh, thanks for keeping it on the cheap side and for paying for the snowcones.

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune. I understand these dates can be very taxing on your wallet.

Jaune: On their own, no. But when you have three in the span of a week.

Pyrrha: (Giggles) I understand. Um, Jaune, do you think we could-

Shishi: Mr. Arc? May I have a word with you?

Jaune: Uh, sure. I'll meet you inside.

Pyrrha: ...Sure. (Opens door) I'll be waiting, Jaune-

Yang: YO! GET IN HERE AND DISH, GIRL!

Pyrrha: (Nervously chuckles) I'm coming! I'll see you soon, Jaune. (Steps inside)

Jaune: You're Shishi, right? From the first year, Team Savage?

Shishi: I'm pleased you remember me, but what I wish to discuss is not a team matter.

Jaune: Oh? Is it about classes? Because first year can be rough-

Shishi: No, no, it's about your social status.

Jaune: Ugh... Look, I know everybody thinks I'm a king, but I'm not. I'm just a regular guy!

Shishi: I know. I am well aware that you are not the king.

Jaune: ...I'm sorry, what?

Shishi: You are not the king.

Jaune: ...Huh. I, uh, wasn't expecting that, but man, does that make my day! Thanks, ma-

Shishi: I must ask that you stop pretending to be.

Jaune: Huh? But... But I'm not pretending. It's everyone else saying-

Shishi: Then make them stop. You're only serving the public by making an ass out of yourself. You're distracting everyone else from the true king.

Jaune: The true king. Look, I don't know-

Shishi: (Steps up to him) Then know this; continue to insult the royal family, and I will see you pay for it with true humiliation.

Jaune: Uh... N-Noted, um, your highness.

Shishi: Oh, I am not the king. (Turns away, Walks away) No, I am but a humble servant of the true crown.

Jaune: ...What the hell is going on?

#rwby #rwby au #jaune's tragic backstory (tm)#jaune's tragic backstory (tm) au #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #emerald sustrai #mercury black #adam taurus #ozpin #cinder fall #glynda goodwitch

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Themepark - Donnie and Reader

Pairings: none, but can be read as Donnie x Reader

Characters included: Donnatello

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE ROTTMNT MOVIE

Series: No

Summary: Y/N and Donnie go out of base to look for materials at an abandonded themepark together

Words count: 2951

Authors Note: I noticed I tend to write for the movie in the future since its so open and you can basically do whatever haha, I’m still too hesitant to do anything else but I’m slowly building up confidence to get into the TV show outside the movies or even something for the 2012 series even though I don’t have the perfect memory of that show. It’s been nice to write again though.

When Donnie asked Y/N to help gather some electronics and other pieces they didn’t think he would bring them to an old and understandably abandoned theme park. It was a small one. Nothing amazing but it did have a little rollercoaster. It was small, overgrown without any loopings but still, there it stood. An old reminder of the old world. A time where you could spare the time for some meaningless things like riding a rollercoaster.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they looked around at all the decrepit old buildings that used to house unfair and unwinnable games. In one booth they could still spot a few cans laying around, this had to be the place where you would have been able to play the tin can toss game. The cans were by now bent out of shape and destroyed by rust, so not useful to Donnie but Y/N couldn’t help themself as they took a few steps towards the booth. Taking a tentative look behind the counter.

Surprise, there was only weeds and a few doodads and rotting toys.

“Come on, I’m sure the old rollercoaster has some motors or other pieces I can recycle for us.” Donnie spoke, reminding them why they were here in the first place. He was standing next to them his eyes trained on the little screen on his wrist he was tapping away on. Probably looking at everything that they needed back at their base or doing some calculations or whatever he was always doing on it.

That reminded Y/N of something.

“Hey, Dee. Why bring me along in the first place? You know I don’t know anything about machinery or science or whatever you do, really.”

Not that Y/N didn’t like spending time with Donnatello, after all they have been friends for years now, but they were still sure that someone with a more technological aligned brain could probably help better.

Donnie sighed as he begun moving towards the rollercoaster, his eyes still on the little blue screen “Because of all the people in the base you are currently the least infuriating or annoying one.” He spoke so matter-of-factly it made Y/N chuckle. That was just how he was, and Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. If anything, it made it for them easier to communicate with him since he wasn’t scared to say what he was actually thinking. Even if it meant it could hurt others. Not that most cared about at the moment seeing how in the apocalypse there were more pressing matters, like survival and Donnie is one of the most important people when it came to that.

Not only does he set up the security for everyone at the base, but he also set up a reliable communication system, constantly finds new ways to track the Krang, develops new weapons and more. Y/N was pretty sure that without him the whole resistance would crumble in no time.

“Well, I’m honored then. Just tell me what you need from me, and I’ll help you, if anything I do have muscles to carry your things.”

The purple turtle blew some air through his nostrils as a silent chuckle which made Y/N raise their eyebrow “What?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that last training session I was the one who continuously whooped your ass. You spent more time on the mat than fighting me.”

Y/N blew up their cheek in a childish pouting expression “Well you used your Techbo and your mystic powers! That was cheating! I’m just a normal mortal! I’m not some crazy ninja dude like you and your brothers! Literally before this whole mess of a world I was out here just writing music, that I can fight off anything is a crazy thing for me!”

“Hey, I know! You are still alive so that must mean something right? Just think it’s funny you make yourself out to be a meathead when you are actually quite smart yourself.” Donnie was now kneeling at a console next to the rollercoaster. A few carts were still standing on the track. The paint was slowly peeling off and it looked like someone let their anger out on it with a blunt object. Probably exactly what happened. It’s not like anyone will need it and this world did kind of suck, so nothing Y/N could fault this random person in the past. If indeed this was what happened.

Besides Y/N was too busy being a bit surprised at Donnie’s genuine compliment. He called them smart? Well, that was just wrong, wasn’t it? Compared to him they weren’t better than a kindergartener. Which they told him so with a roll of their eyes as they leaned against one of the carts. Watching Donnie pull out rusted cables and gears out of the console.

He just kept on staring at what his actual goal was inside the console as he got out a screwdriver from his battleshell “Mhm, you might not know the same things as I do, I mean who does, really? But you have other places of expertise. You are probably the only one here who can calm anyone down in a panic attack no matter what. I don’t do this whole emotion thing well, but I can recognize the value in having someone around who does.”

It was difficult to argue with Donnie when he stated these things in such a matter-of-factly way.

“Mikey is better than me at it. I swear to god he can make people smile by just being in the same room.”

“But we are not talking about him, besides Mister Mystic Warrior is busy with all kinds of missions that he can’t be there for everyone at all times. Having you around eases a lot of peoples worries. They know they can come to you when they need a shoulder to cry on or in my case talk through logic problems.”

Y/N laughed “All I do is listen really, it’s not like I could help you with amazing insights.”

This time Donnie looked up at Y/N staring right into their eyes “But that is enough. Sometimes that’s all you need.” His head turned back around, still fiddling inside the machine.

“Huh.” Was all Y/N could say to that.

They absentmindedly scratched the back of their neck, looking away along the tracks of the rollercoaster, noticing the heat that begun spreading across their cheeks at Donnie’s genuine compliments. It’s not like it’s the first time both of them had a deep conversation like this but this kind of came out of nowhere and they just really just did not expect it.

Frankly it wasn’t something they thought much about.

A cough from Donnie brough them back down to earth, noticing that the crouched turtle was holding out a piece from the machine. Without missing a beat Y/N slung the backpack back down from their back and took the piece and softly laid it inside.

From that on there was a comfortable silence between the two friends. Donnie kept on working and disassembling the console while Y/N watched him, making sure to keep watch for any Krang so Donnie could work in peace. Occasionally grabbing whatever Donnie was holding out to them to deposit it inside the backpack.

This went on for a couple minutes. Almost felt like half an hour before Donnie decided to break the silence. He was still busy with the console, but he had a bit of a sheepish expression on as he asked “So, uh, you wrote songs? Didn’t know that about you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him doing small talk “Eh, before all this happened. Went to university for music theory and all. Not that it does me any good here. Haven’t touched an instrument in years now.”

Silence again.

It’s been a while that Y/N really thought back on their old life. They had such high hopes back then. Not entirely sure what they would have done with their life. Maybe taught other people instruments, tried writing and recording songs in a more official manner, maybe made or joined a band? Who knows. God, they used to be so optimistic about life, huh?

“What kind of instruments were you able to play?” Once again it was Donnie who broke the silence.

He never felt the need to fill the silence with idle small talk so something about this must have really made him curious to ask. Y/N’s smile still on their face but now it was mixed with a curious gaze towards their friend, wondering what exactly went through his head.

“Guitar, bass, piano, recorder, violin and a uni friend was beginning to teach me how to play the drums.”

Donnie chuckled “Kind of surprised you’d mention the recorder in all this.”

“It was the very first instrument I learned! It started my long road of music appreciation!”

“You are really a one-man band though. That’s a lot of instruments.”

Y/N shrugged “Well I started from childhood on to learn a ton of different instruments. Kind of accumulated over time, I guess. That said it’s been years so I’m probably rusty and bad as hell.”

With a silent grunt Donnie got back up from the ground. He got out a rag from his battleshell and some disinfectant to clean his hands. Y/N would have asked once again why they were here in the first place when he basically had pandoras box on his back, but they enjoyed the time together right now too much to question the validity of it all.

He leaned against the same cart as Y/N, taking the backpack from their hands to take a look inside and then typing on his wrist screen. Probably writing down all the little things he found to better keep stock of it. Donnie then handed the backpack back to Y/N, who in return expected him to move on to take a look at whatever else he could find here but he didn’t move. Instead, he just crossed his arms in front of his plastron. Staring ahead. His eyes darting around here and there, probably just keeping watch. It was something everyone was doing automatically at this point.

“I’m guessing you didn’t need these pieces as desperately as I first thought, and you just wanted to get out of the base.” Y/N stated suddenly.

Donnie just nodded “I mean, of course there are always pieces I desperately need and all but most of them are deep in Krang territory and this was a low-profile place so might as well and honestly as much as I love being in my lab I just needed to get outside for a moment. Would have gone alone but Leon would have chewed me out for this, so I took you along because you seem to be okay with just sitting around in silence. It doesn’t feel as awkward, I guess.”

“Aww, look at Dee, showing emotions.” Y/N laughed, they would have pulled on his cheeks as well to really annoy him, but they knew he didn’t like unprompted touch, so they refrained from doing so, satisfied to just verbally tease him.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You needed this too, I know you well enough now to see when you are stuck in your own head. You were beginning to bury yourself in work again and we both met way too often in the kitchen to get more coffee. You are not sleeping much and as the resident insomniac I of course took notice.” He sputtered out.

Yeah, he was a good friend. He says he is not good with emotions, but this was really considerate and just nice of him. A sense of pride begun swelling inside Y/N’s chest as they realized what was happening. Maybe it was just the feeling of knowing there are people out there who cared for them and took notice when things got too much. As much as this whole situation of the world sucked, they still had people like Donnie around who made it easier.

“Hey, Dee, you wanna take a look at the booths and see if maybe some toys survived the years? Maybe we can find like a Jupiter Jim keychain or something.”

At the mention of Jupiter Jim Donnie’s eyes lit up. He may be an adult turtle mutant who fought to survive every day, but you can’t seem to take the Jupiter Jim fanboy out of him no matter what.

As Donnie got up from leaning against the cart, Y/N stopped him “Wait! Actually! Let’s make it a game. Let’s go treasure diving and compare what we find in a half an hour.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Y/N didn’t need to know what exactly went through his head to know it wasn’t good “Ah! No fancy tech! Just your eyes and hands!”

They seemed to have hit the nail on the head since Donnie immediately groaned in annoyance and let his head hang in defeat “You all never let me go all out. Scoff!” He was so dramatic sometimes, which always made Y/N chuckle in return.

“Hey, I don’t have fancy shmancy tech or magic, it would be unfair!”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Donnatello.”

“Yeah, yeah got it. I’ll play fair.”

The half an hour passed way too fast. Both Y/N and Donnie ran around the abandoned theme park as if their butts were on fire. Trying to find anything useful or interesting to show off. Both had to remind themselves multiple times to be a bit more quieter as they physically began breaking apart the booths and boxes to find something of note.

They met at what used to be a café, a few tables were still standing which was perfect to show off each other’s loot. For half an hour it really wasn’t as much as Y/N had hoped but what can you do, these things were exposed to the elements for more than ten years.

Y/N found a few plastic keychains, still packaged balloons that would probably not work even if they were in a plastic package but still, a cowboy hat and their true treasure, a Jupiter Jim themed plush. It was a dog from one of the Jupiter Jim’s last journey to the moon movies. It was dirty as hell, but it did not have any tears anywhere and didn’t smell too bad. So, Y/N counted this as a win.

But when Donnie showed off his loot, Y/N was convinced he cheated. There were kazoos, a plastic watch which was one hundred percent broken but still looked fine, a Jupiter Jim themed Yo-Yo, a Jupiter Jim helmet, and a Jupiter Jim plush.

“No way in hell did you just find this like this. You cheated somehow, didn’t you?!”

But Donnie just cackled “I would not go back on my word like that! Nay, I say! I was just smart enough trying to look for the place they probably stored all their extra things in and judging by your reaction you too think that my haul was better than yours! So, I won!”

“Unbelievable.”

“Not everyone can have an intellect like me, Y/N. Do not be disheartened.”

Y/N ignored this comment as per usual, instead busy stuffing their haul inside their bag only for Donnie to approach and throw his own in as well. Might as well take these things with them. Might make someone at the base happy. Well, the Jupiter Jim things will probably end up in Donnie’s lab or quarters.

“I just noticed we never decided what the winner would get.” Donnie suddenly noted.

“What, boasting about your win isn’t enough?” Y/N rolled their eyes.

He just nodded “Of course. A winner should get something.”

Y/N just sighed “No idea what I could give you. It’s not like there is much to give. If this place were up and running though I’d offer to buy you a round on the rollercoaster.” They said the last part more quieter. Anything that mentioned how life used to be was difficult to say out loud.

Donnie tapped his own mouth as he begun thinking “I have an idea. I want you, if you still remember, to show me some of your songs you have written.”

This made Y/N choke on air, not expecting this in the least “What? I don’t… I never… I usually … I mean I used to play them on my guitar which I don’t have and haven’t done in years I don’t… Donnie it’s been over a decade.”

“Don’t you think the genius Donnatello can‘t get you a guitar? Besides you made me really curious now, so please? As a fellow lover of music, I haven’t taken the time to really talk or listen to music with anyone else.”

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows “You like music too? You never mentioned it.”

Donnie shrugged “You never asked. But yeah, I’ve got quite the moves, when the music comes on I gotta dance. Dancing is one of my few passions in life. So, come on!”

“Alright, alright. But just you. I also need time to warm up again. I have to see what I remember or if I have anything saved on my phone. But I’m just going to show it to you, because you won this stupid game, got it?”

He pumped the air in victory “Yes, for I am the victor! Also don’t call the game stupid if you are the one who came up with it.”

“Yeah, whatever, brainiac. Let’s go back to base before Leo sends someone to find us.”

“I’m so excited now!”

“God it’s so embarrassing though!”

“Exactly!”

“You are so mean, dude!”

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donnatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnatello x reader #reader insert #ramza writes

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2024/04/10 Blog post by Wakana おしゃべりガーデン第8回目‼︎〜ガーデン史上最長の回が誕生しました〜

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Talk Garden Vol.8!! ~The Longest Episode in the History of My Garden~

Wakana's Talk Garden Vol.8 has just been uploaded! This time, I abandonded the idea of a strict topic (the presents are also on hold for the time being☆), and instead, I wanted to do a sort of extra edition where you could send me all of your questions for me. I was very determined to read as many messages as possible! And as a result...the podcast ended up being over an hour long!! 😂🤣Sorry!! *laughs* I didn't edit it at all so you get to listen to everything🤣Everyone, please take your time and check it out＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

I'd like to post some photos of the things I talked about in the podcast! This here is the whiskey which I always use to make highballs🥃Looks cute together with Tet. Next up are my training items. A FLOWIN training mat with pads. Apparently, professional footballer Yūto Nagatomo ⚽️ also uses them. Next are my voice training companions. These are textbooks for voice lessons. They are incredibly helpful. This is already my second Concone book. Then we have this English chat app. Here you can see Teacher Susan (AI). She says a lot of difficult things that I struggle to understand. Finally, these are my hair care and makeup products. I use most of them daily, depending on my mood. I mainly go for the pink one in the middle. And these are my latest top makeup products. The yellow ones look so cute. I bought the star-shaped shiny silver one to apply some of it to my décolletage at the Ghibli concert but then I completely forgot to do it.

All right. that's about it! If I wasn't able to convey my answers properly during the podcast, please check out the pictures here for reference !(I'm not very good at explaining)

Thank you so much for all the messages! 🤗

If there's anything else you'd like to ask me, please feel free to write it in the comment section of this blog post or along with your message for the next talk topic o(^▽^)o

Speaking of which, the next talk topic for the episode on May 10th will focus on two things since my concert "Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The "VOICE" Stories~" is just two days after that and May 12th also happens to be Mother's Day, so I'd like to hear about both the concert as well as everyone's mothers🤔Therefore, the next talk topic is: ・Stories about your mother ・Your routine on the day of a live ・Things you're looking forward to at the concert

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FC Bulletin Sequel‼︎ Arrival of Spring & Meeting You〜Pharmacy Edition〜

This is a continuation from the Talk Corner in the latest issue of my fan club bulletin. My diagnosis story ended with me visiting an ENT specialist due to a feeling of pressure in my ears. There, I ended up receiving a shocking diagnosis from the doctor that I might be experiencing hay fever😇 Unable to accept this sudden reality, I grabbed my prescription and headed to the pharmacy, feeling anxious. When I entered the pharmacy feeling depressed, I was greeted by two female pharmacists with kind smiles.

Pharmacist 1 (hereinafter referred to as Pharma1): "This is a prescription for an allergy medicine. Do you suffer from hay fever?" Wakana (hereinafter referred to as W): "Yes…it seems like I'm making hay fever debut..." Pharma1+Pharma2: (with a big smile in unison) "Ohhh! Welcome to our world! \(^o^)／" 😂 Pharma1: "Don't worry. It will go away if you take this medicine. Also, the doctor didn't prescribe anything strong so I don't think you're struggling with serious symptoms." Pharma2: "These days, there are many ways to deal with hay fever so you really don’t need to worry!" W: "Thank you…😭" (What a relief *sobs* Along with the pressure in my ears, I sometimes got itchy eyes. I had been prescribed eye drops, but the pharmacists told me there was a ``eye drop-type eye wash'' that they recommended. I asked them to introduce it to me. ) Pharma1: "Well, that girl from one of the something-something~zaka bands is doing a commercial for it." Pharma2: "That’s right, the one from the ~Zaka group!." Pharma1: "What's their name again? There are too many already!" Pharma2: "Hmm, yes, I wonder which group it was…" W: " Ugh, sorry, I'm not familiar with the group...'' (← I wasn't able to follow their conversation and had to give a vague answer. The two of them kept trying to remember the group's name instead of trying to figure out the girl's name from the commercial. By the way, the correct answer was Erika Ikuta from the first group, Nogizaka46.)

This is the eyewash that was recommended. In the morning, usuallly use something else to wash my eyes but the two pharmacists said this eye wash was even better😳 Now, after washing my face in the morning and before putting in my contacts, I always use this "Well Wash EYE"! ←It kind of looks like in the commercial. Of course, you can also use it as a sort of eye drop when you are out and about, so I keep it in my bag 😊

Anyway, I was very anxious about experiencing my very first hay fever, but thanks to the two kind pharmacists my future is looking bright! ! 😊 . . . . As for my current condition, I think the hay fever has completely gone away🤣🤣🤣 I no longer need to take allergy medicine every night 😂 Sometimes my eyes mysteriously swell, when I went to the allergist, I was prescribed the same medicine as last time, so I think I'll keep it on hand in case something flares up again. It was a short experience with hay fever...🥺😂 However, it may be a seasonal thing and the symptoms may appear again in the future! If that happens, I will remember those kind pharmacists and get through it! ! ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

Now, I'll post some pictures from the "Selfie Challenge" that I talked about in my last "Talk Garden" episode! [Note: A fan asked her to post more pictures of herself on Instagram since it's mostly flowers and the sky XD] Ughhh, it's so difficult... I don't even know what to do with my face. This is clearly the face of someone who has been completely defeated... The road to selfies is rough *laughs*😂 I'll continue to do my best so please support me! ! 🥺🥺✨

So, that’s it for today! Everyone, please enjoy Golden Week ~ ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Until next time~ ☆( *'▽'*)/

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Wakana’s Talk Garden #8

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Vol 8 Topic “Anything you'd like to ask Wakana” Someone asked Wakana about her weight. To be honest, I've always been curious about that as well (especially since Keiko started talking so openly about her weight and different diets) but I would have never found the courage to actually ask her about it. Unfortunately, Wakana is not nearly as willing to share this sort of stuff with us. She says she is a bit embarrassed and would rather not talk about it but for the past five years, she has roughly been the same weight. Another interesting snippet: Her favourite actors are Haruka Ayase and Takao Osawa

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『Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ～The “VOICE” Stories～』 FC Tokuten

Fan club members who have tickets for both performances of "Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The "VOICE" Stories~" will receive a commemorative postcard autographed by Wakana!! Please stop by the fan club booth at the collection time listed below.

[Details for FC Tokuten] Date: May 12, 2024 Place of collection: Fan club booth at I'M A SHOW Time of collection: 13:00-14:00, 14:45-15:30/18:15-19:00 How to redeem the tokuten: Your tickets (or QR code) and membership ID will be checked.

※Tickets purchased outside of the FC advance sale are eligible. ※Your seat number and membership number will be recorded. ※Please note that this benefit is limited to the day of the event.

『Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ～The “VOICE” Stories～ After Talk Event』

A fan club exclusive live stream will be held to reflect on the May 12 concert. After the 5th anniversary band live, Wakana will look back on the live and share her thoughts on it. The broadcast will be enjoyable not only for those who attended the live but also those who couldn't make it. Be sure to watch this FC-exclusive live stream!

‖Event details Botanical Land FC Exclusive Wakana 5th Anniversary Live ~The "VOICE" Stories~ After Talk Event Date: May 17, 2024 Time: 19:00- Appearing artist: Wakana

‖Ticket details Ticket sales: Bitfan Tickets Live stream platform: Bitfan Live Streaming ticket ¥2,000 (tax included)

[Application period] April 26 - May 23 ※Tickets are exclusive to FC members. ※Archive will be available until May 24. ❗ Join her FAN CLUB NOW! Check out my detailed TUTORIAL ❗ In order to buy a ticket, please refer to the tutorial provided by Botanical Land! I have also written my own tutorial for a previous FC event so feel free to check that out! Bitfan is a very foreigner-friendly platform so be sure to use this opportunity!

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