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sissylittlefeather · 1 month

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Puppet on a String: A Rusty Wells Story

A/N: Girl Happy is one of my favorite Elvis movies and Rusty is one of my favorite characters. I had to write him a fic! I've been kicking around this idea for a long time. Hopefully you all like it!

Special shout outs to @ccab and @atleastpleasetelephone for listening to me bitch and moan and helping me when I got stuck over and over and over again with this one!

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, cussing, kissing, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, also teasing, light edging, and a fistfight, so mentions of a bloody nose

Word count: ~5.5k

Here's some Rusty to get you in the mood:

When Rusty promised your father to go to Fort Lauderdale to supervise you, he had no idea what he was in for. He'd seen a picture of you and you looked rather nerdy, so he wasn't worried about it taking up too much of his time. Then, when he saw you in Florida, looking just as dorky as your photograph, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave himself permission to play shows, pursue other girls, and leave you to your books.

The girls had brought you along not as a friend, but as their tutor for the week since exams were not long after the Easter holiday. You were excited for the opportunity to go to the beach and didn't realize what it would mean to be there with them. They were perfectly content to leave you alone in the room every night as they went out and had fun with all the boys that chased them around during the day while you went unnoticed.

On the third night of the 10-day holiday, Rusty gets an angry call from your father.

"She said she hasn't had any fun at all! That she just sits in her room all the time!"

"Sir, I-I thought you wanted her to be safe?" Rusty answers nervously.

"I do! But I also want her happy! She was in tears! When I call her tomorrow, she better be in a much better mood or I guarantee you won't be."

"Y-yes sir. She will be."

******

The next day, Rusty sets out to find you and try to make sure you have at least a little fun. This is too important to trust one of his friends to get it done. However, he can't remember which room you're staying in. Eventually, he asks one of the girls he knows you came with and she looks at him like he's grown horns.

"You want y/n? You?!"

"Yeah... I just... what room is she in?"

"She's in room 220. Either reading or crying. That's all she ever does." The girls look at each other and snicker. Rusty takes note of how they talk about you. It seems a little rude, since you're there to help them.

"Thanks." He walks away toward your room. Before he knocks on the door, he presses his ear to it and hears what sounds like sniffling. He peeks through the window and sees you sitting on one of the beds, tears running down your cheeks. Some part of him softens and he's overwhelmed with a need to hold you in his arms. He shakes his head and tries to focus on the task at hand, knocking softly on the door. It takes another few minutes and two more knocks from him for you to finally open the door. You've wiped your face, but he can still tell your nose is a little red.

"Hi. I'm Rusty Wells. Me and my combo play down at the Sandbar Club every night. I wondered if you might like to come with me to the beach?" He says it quickly, smiling and trying to lay on the charm.

"Me? Why? Are you making fun of me?" You look up at him curiously. "Did the girls put you up to this?"

"No! I-I just... come to the beach with me. Or we can go sailing? Or rent a motorcycle? Whatever you want, honey."

"Why?" You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

"Can't a guy ask a pretty girl to go to the beach without getting a million questions?"

"Ha! A pretty girl? Now I know you're up to something. No thanks. I don't want to end up as the butt of anyone's jokes." You go to close the door and he stops it with his hand.

"Look, listen. I need to take you out. So will ya just...? Okay?"

"You need to?"

"Yes. I'm here because I work for your dad and he sent me to make sure you're safe and happy-"

"My father did what!?"

"He just cares about you and wants you to have a good time, okay? I told him I'd make sure you do. So will ya please just come with me to the beach or somethin'?" You look him up and down skeptically. When you think about it, it's kind of sweet that your dad cares enough to make sure you're safe and happy. And this Rusty character doesn't seem too bad. He's really cute and a part of you wishes he actually just wanted to hang out with you. Maybe you can spend an afternoon with him and satisfy your dad. You can declare the trip a failure and go home tomorrow. Then at least Rusty can say he tried and not get in trouble with your father.

"Okay, then. But not the beach. Let's go sailing. I've always wanted to go sailing." Rusty smiles, relieved that you finally agreed.

"You got it, honey. Let's go." You go back into your room, smooth your hair, and put some fresh powder on your nose. Then, you grab your purse and head out the door to go sailing with Rusty.

******

Much to his surprise, Rusty genuinely enjoys your company. You're funny in a way he's never experienced with a girl and he finds himself laughing more often than he expected. He's also surprised by how attractive you are with your little glasses and clothes that look like they could've belonged to your mother. Your smile is sweet and your eyes sparkle when you get excited. It's unexpected, but he actually really likes you. He only intended to spend a few hours with you, but before he knows it the sun is setting and it's time for him to get ready for that night's show. Then he says something that shocks even him.

"Come to our show tonight."

"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly. I'm sure you want to take a real date." He realizes that you don't think of yourself as a real date and he kicks himself for telling you about working for your father.

"No, really. I do this song called 'Wolf Call', I'll come get you out of the crowd-"

"Rusty, it's okay. You don't have to do that. I had a great day with you. I promise I'll tell my dad I had fun. You're off the hook for today." His smile falls a little and he nods. You'll never take him seriously now.

"Well, alright then. What will you do tonight?"

"Oh, probably just read. It's fine. Thank you for a wonderful day."

"Yeah, you're welcome." You take your purse from him and go into your room, shutting the door before he can say anything else. He stands outside your room and is startled when he realizes he's wishing he could've kissed you goodnight.

******

The next day, he knocks on your door and offers to take you out like he did yesterday. You know he's going to have to report back to your father, so you agree to go with him once more. He tells himself he's only doing it as part of his job, but in reality he just wanted to see you. At the end of it, he tries again to get you to come to his show, but you decline and settle in to read for the night.

This pattern continues for the next few days. Rusty knocks on your door in the morning and you spend the day together. In the evening, he tries to convince you to come to the show and you decline.

It's not that you don't want a date for the evening. You'd love to go out with a boy who is actually interested in you, but you never get attention from anyone other than Rusty and you know that's just because he doesn't want to upset your father. Maybe he can be helpful, though. He is a guy, so he should know what you need to do to be noticed. You start to work up the courage to ask for his help.

By Thursday, Rusty decides he's going to insist on you joining him for the evening. He enjoys your company so much during the day that he actually finds himself missing you at night. He knocks on your door determined to get you to believe that he really likes you.

"Hey, honey, I need to talk to you."

"Good. I need to talk to you too." His heart skips at the possibility that you might want more from him. You grab his hand and pull him into your room and he can hardly breathe.

"I need-"

"Please come-"

You start talking at the same time and both stop. He gestures for you to keep going, so you do.

"I need you to help me. I want a date tonight, but there's no way I'll get one looking like this."

"Oh... I-I think you look just fine... in fact-"

"No, Rusty, you don't have to be nice. It's okay. I know you don't want to actually go out with me." His heart sinks.

"But, I-"

"Please help me. Help me know what guys like so I can find a date." He swallows his disappointment and nods.

"Alright, then. What are you thinkin'?" You take your glasses off and toss them on the desk and he sighs. He thinks they're cute.

"There. Now what?" He swallows the desire to say that nothing about you needs to change.

"You need clothes that'll show off your figure. Something tight or short or both." You go to your roommate's suitcase and throw it open.

"She said I could borrow anything. What do we like?" He reluctantly walks to the suitcase and pulls out some garments.

"Try this." He hands you some short shorts and a cropped tank top and swallows deeply, trying to imagine what you might look like. He's never seen you in anything that shows your body, even on the beach you wear an oversized coverup, so he's not even sure what to expect. You smile and head into the bathroom with the clothes. He sits on the side of the bed and fidgets with his fingers in anticipation. When you finally open the bathroom door and step out, he has to actively remind himself to close his mouth.

"Well? What do you think?" You spin in a slow circle and his heart skips. You have a beautiful body and all of a sudden he can't stop imagining you with no clothes at all, pressed against him and whimpering. He clears his throat and adjusts himself quickly while you're facing away. "That bad, huh?"

You turn back to face him and assume it must be terrible since he hasn't said anything. Your eyebrows are raised and a lump begins to form in your throat. You're not sure why you want him to like the way you look so badly. Spending so much time with him has you confused and wishing it wasn't all because of your father.

"You look..." He can't even finish the sentence. Instead, he wants to just wrap you in his arms and show you what he thinks, but that's not what you want.

"Ridiculous, huh?"

"No! Not ridiculous at all. I-"

"If you didn't know me, would you think I looked good?"

"Yeah. I think you look amazing. That's... wow..." You roll your eyes. He really is so very sweet.

"You don't have to lay it on that thick. It's okay."

"No, I'm serious." He stands up and walks over to you, looking down at you. All of a sudden there's an energy in the air and it feels like he might kiss you. Just as you close your eyes to let him, the door of your room swings open.

"Oh, wow! Y/n, you look incredible!" Rusty jumps back and your roommate walks to you. She's tired of the way the other girls have treated you this whole time. After sharing a room with you she's realized you're more than the bookish nerd everyone sees when they look at you. "I'm going to do your hair and makeup. Then you're coming out to the beach with us today. It's time you had a little fun too."

You look over at Rusty, who is trying desperately to hide his disappointment that you won't be spending the day with him.

"Rusty? Do you mind if I go with the girls and try to pick up a real date?" That hits him like a slap in the face and he shakes his head silently.

"No, that's fine, go with the girls. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Maybe! If I find a date then you don't have to worry about me anymore." His heart sinks even further. Then you run to him and kiss his cheek and he feels like he can't breathe. "Thank you, Rusty. You're really very sweet."

He nods and then turns and walks from the room. Rather than heading to the beach, he lays on his bed looking at the ceiling and wishing he hadn't told you about your father.

******

He doesn't see you all day and there's a growing feeling of emptiness in the pit of his stomach that he can't explain. Even flirting with the other pretty girls feels flat. At the show, he tries to play enthusiastically, but he just wants you to be there.

You eventually do appear and his eyes light up. But his hopes are quickly dashed by the group of boys that surrounds you, all fighting for your attention. With your hair and makeup done and a cute little dress on for the evening, you're positively stunning and the guys are excited that there's a new girl to pursue. They fall all over themselves trying to impress you. At first, you weren't sure what to do, but you've adjusted to the attention pretty well by the time you make it to the show. You look around demurely at each guy and respond flirtatiously, giggling and sipping your drink.

Rusty watches this scene and a burning feeling of envy rises inside him. He noticed you first. And all these other guys just want you because of the way you look now. There's more to you than that and he seems to be the only one that cares. He swallows the lump in his throat and tries to keep singing, but the bubble of rage inside him just keeps growing.

You sit at the table with the guys surrounding you, desperately trying to figure out which one you like best. None of them really stand out, though. In fact, the only one you really want to talk to is Rusty. You look up at him on stage and he looks so good in his red shirt and black pants. If only he would actually like you. There was that moment in your room where you thought he might kiss you. Still, he probably was just caught off guard by the way you look in these clothes. For some reason you want him to like you for who you really are and not just how you look. You're brought back to reality by one of the guys putting his hand on your knee.

"Didja hear what I said, baby? My father owns a company in Detroit."

"Mmm." You nod genially and try to refocus on the men that are all trying to talk to you at once. It makes you uncomfortable that this one in particular is touching you, but you figure that's just part of the game. You turn to another guy and smile, trying to listen to whatever he's saying. But when you do, the one slides his hand further up your thigh and squeezes gently. You jump a little and turn back to him with your eyes wide.

Your discomfort does not go unnoticed. Rusty is keenly aware of the way this guy is touching you. He watches you closely to gauge your reaction. If it seems like you like it, he'll have to find a way to let it go, but if you don't...

"Please move your hand." Your voice shakes as you say it, but you try to be firm.

"Aww, baby, come on. You mean like this?" He slides his hand even further up your thigh, so that his fingertips are under the hem of your skirt. You gasp and try to wiggle away, but he presses his hand up even further.

Before you can say anything else though, Rusty is there. He drags the handsy guy up by his collar and punches him hard in the face.

"Rusty!!" The other guys jump into the fight and in a flash it's four against one as Rusty tries to fight them all. He holds his own fairly well, but after a few seconds, he's overpowered and knocked to the ground with a bloody nose. You rush to his side and the other guys all exclaim and try to get your attention. Ignoring them all, you pull Rusty up off the ground and manage to get him to his feet.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to ruin your date.” He pauses and looks around. “Dates?"

"Nonsense. Let's just get you cleaned up." He smiles down at you gently as he leans on you. He can walk just fine, but he's taking advantage of the opportunity to have his arm around you. Something about it just feels right.

When the two of you get back to your room, you open the door and get him inside to sit on the couch. His knuckles are banged up and his nose is bleeding pretty good all over the front of his shirt. You quickly grab a towel and stuff it under his nose and then find a first aid kit to clean out the cuts on his hand. It takes a minute, but you eventually get him squared away and then collapse onto the couch next to him. He pulls the towel away from his nose and looks over at you.

"I think the bleeding has stopped."

"Good! What on earth were you thinking?!" He looks at you sheepishly.

"I was thinking you didn't like being touched like that and I wasn't going to just stand there and let it happen." You melt and look up at him.

"Thank you." He smiles softly and then looks down at his hands in his lap.

"I'm sorry I messed up your night, though. I know you were trying to-"

"It's okay, Rusty. I'd rather be here with you anyway." He looks up at you quickly.

"Y-you would?"

"Yeah. Because I can do this." You walk over to the desk and grab your glasses, putting them on your face. "That's so much better. I can see. I couldn't even tell if those guys were cute!"

He chuckles as you sit back down on the couch next to him. You sigh and look down at the floor.

"Sorry; I know that kind of ruins the illusion." He tries to catch your eye and eventually does.

"No. Don't apologize. I like you better like this."

"Wait, really?" There's a moment of silence as his eyes flick between yours. Then, he whispers.

"This is how you looked when I fell for you." He looks up at you through his eyelashes and your heart flutters.

"Oh, Rusty." His eyes drop down as he prepares for the disappointment. You put a finger under his chin and make him look up at you again. "I'm falling for you too."

He blinks as his heart pounds and he tries to process what he's just heard.

"You're-?" But you interrupt his sentence by leaning in and pressing your lips to his. He winces a little with the pressure against his tender nose and you pull back abruptly.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking..." He shakes his head quickly.

"No, it's okay. Do it again. Please." You smile and lean in again, kissing him as softly as you can. You hover above his lips and whisper.

"We should get you out of that bloody shirt." He nods and lets you unbutton it and push it off of his shoulders, dropping it on the floor next to the couch. Your fingers go directly to the patch of hair on his chest and he shivers a little. He covers your hand with his and then pulls your fingers to his lips and kisses them gently. Without another thought, you crawl into his lap to straddle his hips, your skirt riding up so that you can press yourself against him. When you feel how hard he is, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"Is this just because of the way I look now?" He puts his hand on the side of your face and looks into your eyes sincerely.

"Honey, I've wanted you for days. You're just so stubborn; I couldn't get you to believe me that I meant it." You breathe out a laugh.

"I am kind of a pain in the ass, aren't I?"

"The most beautiful pain in the ass I've ever seen." He runs his thumb over your cheek affectionately.

"Rusty, I..." You roll your hips forward against him and whimper. "I want to do this... I do... I just don't know how..."

"Is this your first time?" He raises his eyebrows.

"No, not that. It's just never been very pleasant and... I want to enjoy it... with you..." He relaxes and softens.

"Oh, honey. I promise I'll make it nice. If that's what you want." You nod almost frantically.

"I do. Please." He smiles and kisses you gently. His hands run up under your skirt and he looks to you for permission to take your dress off. You nod and he slides it up and over your head. He goes back to kissing your chest, pressing his lips to the soft skin of your breasts as he removes your bra and lets that hit the floor too. You run your hands in the back of his hair and he moans quietly. After a few more seconds, he stands up from the couch, keeping you wrapped around him, kissing you over and over until he makes it to the bedroom. You whimper softly as he lays you on the bed, moving his lips down your neck to your collarbone.

"Honey, I wanna taste you. Would you like that?"

"I-I-I don't know. I think so?" A small feeling of fear rises in your chest as you grapple with not knowing what to expect. He picks up on your nervousness and gently moves your hair out of your face, stroking your cheek softly.

"Okay, baby, you just relax, okay? I'm not gonna hurt ya." You nod, breathing deeply, and he continues kissing down your body, grazing his lips over your stomach to your thighs. Your back arches involuntarily as you feel his lips on your legs and he pushes them apart to settle in between them. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby."

"Yes, Rusty..." You whimper as he slides your panties down your legs. Some part of you feels like you should be embarrassed to be this exposed, but for the first time you aren't. Something about Rusty makes you feel at ease.

"You're so pretty, honey. I'm gonna put my mouth on ya now. You just let me know if you want me to stop."

With that, he presses his tongue to your center and you moan loudly. Nothing has ever felt this good before. He moves his tongue over and around your sensitive bud and electricity gathers in your hips. Another moan escapes you as he licks and sucks your clit feverishly. More electricity builds and he moves on you with more speed and intention.

"Oh God... Rusty..." You're not sure what is about to happen, but it's like you're on the edge of something as he slides one of his long fingers up into you and tickles a specific place inside you. He feels your pussy tighten and moans softly.

"Let go, baby... you're so close."

"Close to wh- OH!" You whine loudly as your orgasm crashes into you, washing over you in tantalizing waves of intense pleasure. He licks and finger-fucks you through it and you pulse and writhe and grab at the sheets. Finally, you start to come down and he backs off of you, lips glistening.

"What was that!?" You ask enthusiastically. He smiles and chuckles a little.

"Baby, I thought you said this wasn't your first time?"

"Yeah, but that's never happened before. No one's ever... I mean... not with their mouth..." He kisses the inside of your thigh affectionately and then moves back up to lay next to you, rolling over and holding your face in his hand.

"Honey, I don't know what kind of... boys... you've been with before, but a real man should always make you feel this good. I will always make sure you feel this good."

You look up at him and resist the urge to blurt out that you love him. Instead, you pull him into a kiss and he moves his hand down to your hip, pressing his body against yours. He rolls his hips forward so that his erection grinds against your thigh and you gasp.

"Rusty..."

"I'm sorry, honey. I-I-I-"

"It's okay. I wanna make you feel good too." You run your hand down his chest and stomach, following the trail of hair under the front of his pants and take his cock in your hand. The mild shock that he's not wearing underwear fades quickly when you notice that he whimpers and bites his bottom lip as you touch him.

"You really don't hafta-"

"Shhh... let me take care of you." He whimpers again and his hips buck into your hand as you stroke him, moving his foreskin back and forth. "Take your pants off."

He quickly and obediently removes his slacks, trembling slightly in anticipation. You press hot kisses to his chest, moving down his stomach to just below his bellybutton. He looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, and runs his hand in your hair as you take the base of his dick in your hand and lick directly across the head.

"Oh, fuck, baby..." You smile at his reaction and then pull him fully into your mouth. This part you know how to do and you can't wait to see him come undone with your efforts. You lick up the bottom of his shaft and then open your throat and press your nose into the soft patch of hair around his cock. He holds a handful of your hair and does everything in his power not to thrust into your mouth as you bounce up and down on him. The skill with which you suck him off surprises and impresses him and he moans and grips the sheets with his other hand. You keep working him with your mouth, your hands on his hips to keep him still.

"Oh, baby..." He shudders as you pull him deep in your throat again. "'M gonna cum soon."

You back off of him and sit up, stroking him teasingly slowly with your hand.

"Not until I say so, you're not." You smile down at him devilishly and he groans.

"Oh, you little minx. You gonna get feisty on me?" You giggle and lick your lips sensually as you move your hand a little faster.

"You want me to stop teasing you?"

"No. Fuck no." His hips buck again as he begs for enough friction to reach the orgasm that is so close he can feel it in the base of his dick.

"Okay, how about this then?" You move to straddle his hips and then rub the tip of his cock along your entrance, where it slides over your slit easily with the wetness gathered there. He whimpers and holds your hips with both hands. You sink on him just a bit, pushing the tip of him inside you.

"Oh God, honey, please." The sight of him whimpering and begging turns you on so much more than you ever dreamed it would. You've never taken control like this before, and certainly haven't ever had the confidence to tease anyone, but Rusty is so sweet and giving that he brings out a side of you that you didn't even know is there. He also seems to be enjoying it just as much as you are. His cock is rock hard and he sweats and pants with his eyes rolled back and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He's beautiful like this, all flushed and needy.

You slide more of him inside you and he gasps. Your pussy is deliciously tight around him, the little sounds that fall from your lips driving him even more crazy. He's overwhelmed with the thought that he'd like to feel you like this forever and a shiver runs through him as he bites his tongue to keep from whispering that he loves you.

Finally, you push him into you fully and moan with the sensation of being filled so completely. His dick is perfect to hit all the right places inside you. Lifting your hips, you drop back down onto him and he groans loudly.

"Baby, I'm so close."

"Mmm not yet. Can you make me cum again? Without your mouth?" You're not sure what's come over you, asking for it like this, but it's like the words are out of your control. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, it appears to be just the opposite. He smiles and licks his thumb, moving down to your center and rubbing circles on your clit.

"Like this?"

"Oh, God, yes..." You hiss as the feeling of his thumb on you combines with his cock pushed up inside you. "Fuck..."

He laughs a little at your cussing. He's drunk on you, drunk on your pussy, drunk on the way you make him feel, drunk on the need to be with you like this for the rest of his life. His orgasm is so close he feels like he might explode if he doesn't move soon. He pulls his hips back a little and thrusts up into you and you gasp.

"Not until... I cum..." He whimpers and moves his thumb with more urgency. Your pussy tightens around his dick and he almost screams with the need to climax.

"Y/n... please..."

"So... close..." He feels your walls begin to pulse around him and you throw your head back and cry out his name as the release finally washes over you, energy thrumming through your body from head to toe. "Now!"

You don't have to tell him twice. He grabs your hips and lifts you just enough to pound you from underneath. His rhythm is erratic and frantic and it only takes a few seconds for him to slam into you one last time, cussing and moaning as his cock throbs inside you, shooting you full of his warmth. Eventually, his whole body relaxes and you collapse on his chest, both of you spent and breathing heavily.

"Goddamn, baby."

"Yeah. Wow." He slides his softening dick out of you and settles you beside him with your head on his chest. "Rusty, that was..."

"More pleasant? I hope?"

"That was fucking incredible."

"Two orgasms and you turn totally wild on me."

"I'm sorry. It's true. I just never knew it could be like this."

"Well, you're not wrong, honey. And I'm not complainin’. It was incredible for me too." You look up at him from his chest and he leans down and presses his lips against yours. After a few more minutes of laying there together, you go to get up and reach for the phone. He looks at you puzzled.

"Baby, what're you doing?"

"Gotta tell my dad about this." He laughs and wrestles the phone out of your hands as you giggle and he puts it back where it belongs.

"Although, I probably do need to talk to him." He says it quietly and you raise an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"I need his permission."

"Rusty..." He looks at you for a second and decides he can't hold back any longer.

"I love you, y/n. I'm in love with you. I think I finally found what I've been looking for on all these Easter vacations. I-I-I'd like to marry ya, if you'll have me?"

"Rusty, we just met." His face drops.

"Is that a no?"

"No! It's a not yet." He looks away and nods. You grab his chin and make him look at you again. "But it's also an I love you too."

"It is?"

"Of course it is." He smiles and pulls you into a deep kiss. When he backs away, he presses his forehead into yours.

"Baby, I'm yours. You just let me know when you're ready. Until then, you can have me any way you want me."

And that's exactly what you do.

******

The End

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lil-elle · 10 months

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hello!! I’m feeling a lil sensitive today and everything is just making me 🥺 how do you think Xikers would comfort their gf when she’s having a bad day?

thank you if you write this 🥰

I'm late but I hope it still helps 🥺

XIKERS comforting their S/O

pairs: bf!xikers x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, comfort

word count: 1.5k

content: lil kisses, sweet boyfies 🥹

a/n: i'll actually sob, i need me a xikers bf 😔

Minjae:

Once he notices you're tired and feeling down or in a bad mood, he wouldn't push you to talk about it

He'd get you to get dressed, sit down, and he'd make you some nice food and get you a warm drink like a hot chocolate and just pamper you

He'd let you watch whatever you wanted on the TV, even if it's something he doesn't particularly enjoy

He'd disappear halfway through to run a bath for you, putting a towel in the dryer while you're in the bath to warm it up for you

At bedtime, he'd finally ask if you wanted to talk about your day. He'd listen if you did and he wouldn't push it if you didn't, just giving you genuine words of comfort like “you're doing so well” “I love you so much”

Junmin:

He'd immediately drop everything to sit down with you and talk to you, using soft words and reassure to get you to let your emotions out

He's not great with words, so he'd just listen, rubbing your back and nodding along, saying “I understand” “I'm sorry baby”

If you started to cry, he'd hold you against his chest gently, encouraging you to cry it out as he pats your head and rubs your back

He'd sit there with you until you were done, then he'd ask what you wanted. If you wanted food, he'd make it/order it, if you wanted to go to bed, he'd go to bed with you no matter how early it was, if you wanted to watch TV, he'd watch with you

In the morning, he'd wake you up with a coffee in bed with a few encouraging words so you could tackle the next day

Sumin:

He'd treat you to something really nice, whether that be your favourite takeout, going out for dinner, going to do something fun like karaoke, anything you wanted (depending on how tired you were ofc)

He'd call in sick for you the next day to work/uni or whatever you do and call in sick for work himself so you two could spend the day together just doing whatever you want

He'd eventually get you to talk about your day to him, making jokes to lighten the mood but also empathizing with you and making you feel heard

If it was a specific person that made you feel bad, he'd threaten to kick their shins in, to which you'd have to calm him down and reassure him that it's okay

He'd be so clingy for the rest of the day, because even if he doesn't show it much, you being sad makes him sad

Jinsik:

Would immediately take you to snuggle with him in bed, talking softly to you and letting you ramble about your day

If you started crying, he'd almost guaranteed start crying as well, holding you in his arms while whispering that it's all okay and that everything will be fine

You two would order a pizza or something and just eat it in bed while watching a drama together and just relaxing

You'd fall asleep together without even showering or anything, just fall asleep while watching and it'd be the best, heaviest sleep of your life

He'd snuggle you close while you were trying to get out of bed, giggling at his clinginess and you'd eventually just give in, staying in bed with him and sleeping in until the afternoon

Hyunwoo:

He'd get you to get into comfy pajamas and you'd sit and do something fun to get your mind off of the day, whether that be watching a movie, playing video games, playing a board game, anything at all

You'd fall asleep that night all tired out from having fun. You'd wake up the next morning and he'd be gone. You'd get out of bed and go into the living room to find him with a bunch of sweets, snacks, and a bouquet of flowers

He'd apologize, saying he's not good with words and comforting people, so he just got you a bunch of gifts to make you feel better

If you cried, he'd lowkey start panicking, thinking you were upset but you'd just hug him and thank him, telling him he's enough

He'd hug you back even tighter, just repeating how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

Junghoon:

He's not good with words at all, but he'd comfort you by immediately bringing you to bed and tucking you in, sitting by your bedside as you ranted about your day with him quietly listening

He wouldn't let you get up for anything, if you wanted something, he'd get it for you, no matter what it was

He'd pet you to sleep while playing soft music, not really knowing how else to comfort you but it'd work better than he expected.

Once you're asleep he'll clean the kitchen and anything that was a mess so you weren't stressed out by it in the morning

He'd try his best to make you lunch to take to work with you the next day with a handwritten note about working hard and not pushing yourself too far, making you smile

Seeun:

He'd immediately break out the sweets and snacks, sitting you down like it's a little gossip session as you tell him all about your day

He'd be fully invested, giving you advice and comforting you really well as you tell him the parts that made your day hard

He'd hug you tight and suggest taking a day off tomorrow to do something fun, saying you deserve it for working so hard and just saying all the right things to make you feel better and convince you

The next day you two would go to the zoo, aquarium, movies, anything fun and simple like that while also making it a little date, taking the time to be together and recharge each other's batteries

He wouldn't even let you think about paying for anything while out, immediately pulling out his wallet before you can reach for yours. You'd end up going home with a plushie from the gift shop of wherever you went

Yujun:

As soon as the words “bad day” leave your mouth he'd be cuddling you and getting you to sit down with him so you could snuggle

If you wanted to talk, he'd comfort you, if you didn't he'd put on some music you like and just cuddle with you quietly until you felt better or fell asleep

If you fell asleep, he'd carry you to bed and tuck you in before getting in himself and snuggling you to sleep

He'd wake up early to make you a yummy breakfast since you most likely would've gone to bed without eating dinner, too distracted by ranting to him/receiving comfort from him

He'd gently wake you up with a kiss on the cheek and smile, placing a plate of breakfast on your lap with a coffee/glass of milk/ hot chocolate or whatever drink he knows you like

Hunter:

He'd immediately become serious, listening to everything carefully with a slightly intense expression on his face and he wouldn't say much

On the inside he's just really worried, his mood is easily affected by your mood. If you're down, he's down. If you're happy, he's happy.

You have to reassure him if it was one specific person that ruined your day because he'd be determined to figure out who it is and give them a piece of his mind

He'd eventually give up, just deciding to pamper you for the rest of the night, running you a bath, making you good food, giving you a massage, doing your skincare for you, almost making you feel bad for how much he's doing but he loves doing it for you

Before you both fall asleep he'd tell you all the things he loves about you, making you super flustered but he wouldn't stop, just wanting you to feel as loved as possible

Yechan:

He'd let you rant about everything first and when you're done he'd just hold your face and praise and compliment you, watching you get flustered but not stopping

Then once you think he's finally done he'd just place kisses all over your face until you're giggling and begging him to stop

“There's that smile” he'd smile so wide seeing you feel better. He'd order takeout food and you two would stay up super late watching your favourite shows and movies

You'd fall asleep on the couch together and then wake up in the morning and work together cleaning up the mess you made while blasting music and singing

He'd make it a tradition to sit and rant about your days together after getting home just to ease the tension and nerves of the day

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rickmymanrick · 5 months

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rick’s POV(ch 6 | one rule)

here's a little look at what's going through rick's mind after the lori/shane bombshell. this should give more background to rick and daphne's 'relationship' before the fall.

also take it easy. this was written very quickly without much revision. just a fun little dive into rick's thought process during this scene

"Oh, really? Does a brother fuck your wife?"

I didn't understand what Daryl had said at first. The shock kept me rooted in my spot as he scoffed and then stormed off into the trees.

Does a brother fuck your wife?

A rage crept in as Shane began to shuffle uncomfortably, mere feet away from me. He wasn't even trying to deny it.

"She... Lori... she thought you were dead, man."

I suddenly knew this wasn't just sex. The first thing he'd done was defend her honor rather than his own. Was he in love with her?

My jaw clicked as I clenched my teeth together angrily. The betrayal was almost enough to blind me in rage. Our marriage was on the rocks for almost a year before my coma, but we were still married. Someone I'd trusted with everything knew the mother of my children intimately.

"Did you?" I bit out. After all, he was the one who had last seen me at the hospital.

"You heard 'em. I—I tried, Rick! I saw you every chance I got—"

His words flew into one ear and out the other. I couldn't think of anything but how much I wanted to knock his teeth out.

"—we were comforting each other the only way we knew how—"

Holding onto my sanity was surprisingly difficult. I always had a feeling Lori had her affections directed elsewhere. All our arguments and fighting, the things she'd say in front of Carl— the thought of infidelity wasn't out of reach. I'd even come to accept the possibility of it, because outside of my house, I wasn't doing much better. Could I even be upset with her? I never cheated on my wife, but my attention had been fixed on another for quite some time.

"I thought you were gone." It was the only thing I could manage to say, if I wasn't going to send my fist flying into his face, at the very least I could try to express the hurt. He needed to know that this broke everything we had.

"After I woke up in that hospital bed, when I saw what the world had become. The first thing I thought about was Carl and Lori. And then you. Our unit. For a moment, I thought you were all dead—" The words got stuck in my throat as I recalled the horrible thoughts that plagued my mind when I woke. How I mourned my best friend.

I could barely stand to look at his face. My eyes stung and I forced myself to look him squarely. He did this to me. He did.

"Our marriage... fell apart a long time ago," I shook his head and clenched my jaw. "But that doesn't make this okay."

He knew this already. Hell, if I recalled correctly, it was the grand topic of our final conversation before the world went to shit.

Shane was normally so outspoken, always had a goddamn thing to say. A quip. A disagreement. Always something.

But now he was deadly silent, guilt must be brewing in him. Good.

I was only able to push the murderous thoughts out of my mind when I remembered that my son was only alive because of him and Daphne. It was the only thing sparing him. From what? I wasn't too sure.

"I appreciate what you did. Saving 'em. I owe you everythin' but—" I forced through my teeth, digging my nails into my palms.

In this moment, I realized I couldn't confront Lori. I couldn't destroy whatever semblance of family we had left. It's a miracle we were still alive and that we found each other. That I found my boy.

We're still out in the woods, unprotected and exposed. Tomorrow was not promised. And until it was, until I could guarantee my family would live to see more sunrises, I couldn't destroy what they had built here. Otherwise, we would not survive.

"I get it, man. I'll go back to camp."

"Uh— yeah, yeah," I said dismissively. My anger could only hold off for so long.

As soon as he stomped away, I allowed myself to glance at his retreating back, confirming what I suspected since yesterday afternoon. The look on his face— the shock of seeing me— it wasn't happy. Maybe, just maybe, part of him wanted me gone for good.

The thought sent my fist barreling into the nearest tree trunk, a frustrated yell tried to escape but I kept my lips firmly shut. I didn't need Shane coming back, if he cared at all that is.

Somewhere in the jumbled thoughts that were fighting to make some sense of anything in my mind, I remembered the one thing that had brought me any type of comfort when Lori and I would argue. Which was practically everyday.

"How long you been there?" I asked softly. I knew she would hear me. I'd seen her brown eyes through the bush as Daryl led us farther from camp.

The branches rustled a bit.

"I was here first," her voice was defensive. I couldn't blame her. Witnessing what she just witnessed.

I tried to spot her curls through the bush but she seemed to have camouflaged herself within the leaves.

"You were. I saw you just before Daryl left."

And out she finally came, her cheeks flushed and her hair in a bit of a disarray, but the sight of her brought back memories from the station. At work, she usually had her hair pulled back, two curls framing her face while she sipped a steaming hot coffee. She was always there before me so I would choose the long way to my assigned desk, which was in a completely different wing, just to catch a glimpse at her. The sight of her was a breath of fresh air after rough nights of arguing with Lori. Daphne had an aura to her that made just about everyone gravitate to her. Bitterly, I also remembered that Shane tainted most of my memories of Daphne Ayala.

Always lingering around her desk, conveniently posed right in front of her whenever I would walk in. It wasn't odd for her to be busy with another officer, most of the department had a crush on her as grown as we all were. But Shane's appearances always seemed deliberate.

"I was picking berries. Found the patch a few weeks ago," she explained, showing me her pouch of fruit.

How odd it was to see her outside the precinct. Her hair was down, curls reaching her lower back as she brushed them away from her eyes. Eyes that weren't framed by her usual eyeliner style.

She looked so jarringly beautiful in a world so terribly gruesome.

I hoped my anger would mask how unsettled I was that we were actually speaking, after years of observing her from afar. Did she know I was as hopelessly attracted to her as nearly everyone else in the KCPD?

"I can leave you alone."

I realized with a jolt I've spent so much time staring that I'd forgotten to speak.

"I'll go back to camp—"

"No." I said more assertively than I meant to. I didn't want her to slip away again. She was always a mystery I wanted to solve but I forced myself to stay away. Despite the problems at home, I was still married. And now? Well, it was all in shambles.

"Oh, um, okay."

"Do you..." What am I trying to say? My mind went blank. But I looked at Daphne's eyes obscured by her curls and her work updo came to mind. And then her shadow, Shane. "Did you know?"

"No," she said looking rather uncomfortable.

"I keep wondering... if I have the right to even be upset. I wasn't a good husband to her, I know this, and you're the last person I should be telling this to but—" I cut myself short, the words slipping past my lips before I could think them through. I practically gave myself away and it was wishful thinking to hope that it had flown over her head. Daphne was a detective for crying out loud.

"It's fine. I know this can't be easy for you. To wake up to... this."

I scoffed. It wasn't easy to see the world flipped upside down sure, but the most selfless person was standing right in front of me. The one who had saved my family's lives at the risk of her own. She was keeping them and the rest of the camp alive. People she didn't even know.

"I woke up and the hardest part was done. Seeing the world change— changing with it— becoming the leader of a group you had no responsibilities or ties to. You, you did the hard part."

She seemed taken aback. "Oh— did Shane—?"

"Shane didn't hafta tell me nothin'. Lori and I talked last night. She told me everything that happened since the day I got shot." Saying their names left a bad taste in my mouth. "I guess I have a lot to be thankin' you for. You saved my family. That is something I will never be able to repay."

I placed a hand on her shoulder. "You have my gratitude."

"Carl's a great kid. And Lori's my friend. I would do it a million times over."

She's a goddamn angel. I studied her face in awe, something I'd never been able to do in the years I admired her from afar. There was just something about her.

Her nose crinkled awkwardly as her brown eyes struggled to look into mine. Her lips turned up into a tiny smile. I had to remind myself that I'm married and step away respectfully before it got weird.

I brought myself to the ground, legs feeling weak from everything I'd endured in the past 48 hours. Daphne sat next to me.

"What... what do I do?" I asked her quietly.

She's a detective. She's light years smarter than I'd ever be.

"You're asking me," she said carefully.

I shrugged and looked at our surroundings obnoxiously.

"I can't really tell you what to do, Rick."

I rolled my eyes as I thought of Shane's guilty expression. "What I really want to do is break his jaw in. Watch him choke on his teeth."

"He deserves it," she agreed with an irritated tone.

Now that I thought of it, I hadn't seen Shane and Daphne interact once. A stark contrast to his relentless pursuing day in and day out at work. Maybe they had a falling out.

I sighed. "I don't know how to go on. How to look him in the face. We were brothers," I got angrier as I went on. "He was my best friend. He knew."

"He knew?"

"He was the one person I confided in. I told him about Lori and I. I told him when things started going south. I never thought in a million years I'd have to worry."

"We never do. They fill our heads with all these stupid promises and reassurances just to stab you right in the back anyway," she said.

I would've paid more mind to her comment but I was too wrapped up imagining how Lori and Shane would sneak off. How she'd leave Carl alone with people she barely knew.

Carl.

He's wrapped up in the middle of this. I'm sure he noticed all the fights between us. Lori never bothered to keep our discussions private. But even if I entertained the thought of just destroying whatever was left of our marriage, I couldn't do it now. Not while he needed his parents more than ever.

"Carl... he's so young," I expressed. I felt guilty that I was rambling so that's all I said. I wasn't sure why I was telling her so much— I'm not a particularly open person— but it's easy to talk to her. Natural even.

"Rick, the world isn't the same anymore. It doesn't excuse Lori's actions or Shane's, but all of that doesn't matter so much when you're trying to keep yourself from getting eaten by dead cannibals. I can't tell you what to do but in the grand scheme of things, I think Carl will learn to understand."

She's right, I thought. But things were too unstable, we were living life one day to the next... it had to wait until we weren't constantly looking over our shoulders.

I stared at the blueberries, willing myself to think of anything else.

"I've been thinking about the man we left behind," was the first thing I could think of. The guilt kept me up half the night.

Daphne looked over at me with a shocked expression. "You can't be serious."

Her reaction made me frown. "It isn't right. Leaving him up there to die."

"He would do the same to any of us. You just escaped the city. Survived alone against all odds. You're willing to risk that for a douchebag like Merle?"

I was confused, more shocked than anything. It didn't sit right with me— it was practically murder. She must know this. Douchebag or not, it would stain us forever if we left the man to cook in the sun.

"This— what we have here— this is what we focus on. It's unfortunate but Merle dug his own grave. It isn't worth risking your life, Rick."

No, I wouldn't accept that. And I didn't think she could live with that either. My face twisted uncomfortably as I tried to rationalize. She's right that it would be putting my life on the line, but it would kill not only me, but her, if I don't go. All those years of watching from a distance, I knew she had a big heart.

Her callousness and the iciness in her tone was so different from her usual behavior. I didn't like it, but I could see she was looking out for me—

"MOM! DAD!"

The words disappeared from the tip of my tongue. We both shot up with only one thought in mind— Carl.

#the walking dead #rick grimes x reader #twd #glenn rhee #rick grimes x daphne ayala #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes x original female character #the walking dead fanfic #rick grimes #shane walsh x original female character #one rule

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tarttheart · 10 months

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PRECIOUS LOVE: CHAPTER 5 - JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: the cat is out the bag.

word count: 840 words

warnings: language, sexual references

chapter 5: got so distracted

Rebecca was a miracle worker. She empathised in a way you did not think anyone would ever, she said all the right things and you swore a part of your soul healed up just from being in her presence. And, Rebecca must have liked you too because you found herself being sucked into her life as well.

You really appreciated and loved these women in your life. Truly and genuinely, you did. Growing up, your two sisters were both over a decade older than her and your parents were too busy with their careers to pay you much heed. So, Keeley and Rebecca’s presence was something you been seeking out in life, especially after your grandparents’ passing. To have them enter your life like this was such a godsend. But, it would be remiss of you not to acknowledge the risk you accepted in letting them be around. They were too close. You were getting too close. You were going to become Icarus, flying too close to the sun.

You gulped down the wine trying to quiet the voice in your head. You knew it was right. You knew you were getting pulled more and more into the AFC Richmond world you were so desperately avoiding. You had already turned down numerous invites to the owner’s box, finding it hard to laugh when Keeley jokingly suggested meeting and shagging one of the fit footballers in the team to move forward. Then, there was the charity gala. You counted your lucky stars that it coincided with a work trip that had already been scheduled. But, Keeley’s birthday party. That had been impossible to avoid.

“You’ll come, yeh?” Keeley asked.

You hummed evasively in response and Keeley groaned loudly, flopping over on the couch.

“Oi, it’s my fucking birthday, yeh. And, you’re one of my best friends, yeh. So, I’m going to need you to pull on your big girl knickers and not avoid everything football-related. You are going to be there. Rebecca is swinging by to pick you on her way.”

You could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand and you blinked back tears. Of course you wanted to go. Of course you wanted to be there for Keeley. But, it was also pretty much guaranteed that the one person you had done a stellar job of avoiding for years would be there. Everything you had done for yourself felt like it would crumble.

Nevertheless, when the day of the party rolled around, you dressed up in what little fun clothes you had and went along. Surely, you could duck out before Jamie even arrived, right?

“You’re a ball of panic,” Rebecca observed as you fidgeted constantly by the bar while waiting for the bartender to pour the drinks.

“Yea. I’ll be okay. I’ll be okay,” you repeated, more to convince yourself than anyone else.

Rebecca raised a brow, grabbing your arm supportively, “I’m not sure what’s going on with you right now but I’m here for you. Keeley is here for you.”

You looked at her and Rebecca registered the tears that had formed in your eyes, “Thanks, Rebecca, I might leave early.”

“We’ve got you,” Rebecca repeated, pulling you into a comforting hug.

Rebecca and Keeley were anything but silly so you were not sure how you had managed to fool them for as long as you did. But, the gig was up today.

The three stood in a corner, drinking champagne and making merry. You had consumed enough alcohol to feel relaxed enough to enjoy the evening, forget about your plans to duck out and forget about Jamie. Until, you saw him in the flesh making his way towards the three of you. Of course he would, it was Keeley’s birthday.

Your expression hardened and you paled visibly, worrying Rebecca and Keeley.

“Everything good there, babes?”

You gulped, blinking at Keeley, “yea, I’m all right, I’m okay.”

You laughed awkwardly as you looked around, searching for an escape.

Keeley turned to see what might have spooked you and it clicked when she saw Jamie wave and slowly make his way towards the three of you.

Keeley turned back, “oh my god. Oh. My. God. It was Jamie, wasn’t it?”

“Pardon?” Rebecca asked, not quite following Keeley’s train of thought.

But they had their answer when you polished off your glass, slammed it down harder than you meant to and muttered, “I have to go.”

“Manchester, you were in Manchester when Jamie was there. The dad, it was Jamie. It’s not football you’re avoiding, it’s Jamie.”

“I have to go,” you repeated more firmly as you turned to stumble away from the group. Your world was spinning and you did not know whether it was the alcohol or the panic attack. You crouched down outside, back against a tree, struggling to breathe.

You really only had a minute or two to yourself before Rebecca was there, pulling you into a steadying embrace.

“You’re okay.”

Tears streamed down your face as you quietly sobbed.

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blackknightax · 5 months

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Okay, I had been avoiding this one, not because I don't know this franchise, but because I was stuck in "WHO DO I CHOOSE?!" syndrome. It's time I choose a character from.... Fatal Fury/King of Fighter!! Believe it or not, I wasn't one of the people who saw Terry and asked "who's this guy?" no I saw him I instantly thought "YO IT'S Mr Bogard!" Terry can be a little basic but he's so damn loveable. He's light hearted, his engrish is always funny, and he's just a good guy in his text quotes and story.

So first I need to discuss something. Because if I don't address this, and I wasn't shouting to the void, it'll cause arguments. I know Terry's base franchise is Fatal Fury, I know that, but first of all, the full title of first KOF game was Fatal Fury: King of Fighters. Second of all, Terry is more well known for his appearances in KOF at this point than his own franchise. No one asks "yo, who's yo favorite Fatal Fury" character, they ask "YO, BRO, Who's yo favorite KOF Character!" By the way, I wouldn't call them my favorite, but my Main in KOF 15/XV is Isla. Though she's not the character I chose, She'd be super fun in Smash but she's too recent to be iconic... Also I'm about 40% sure Isla isn't a loved character.... a damn shame. Now that I'm done going on tangent lol. My point is, my character choice is a KOF character not a Fatal Fury character. Oh I missed a point, Terry feels more like a representation of KOF than he is of Fatal Fury, like his stage is KOF stadium. So let's get to the meat of his post, although, it feels like this is the meat now lol

I've chosen K', pronounced Kay Dash. He's a science experiment to artificially give the powers of another character Kyo, to another human being. It's mostly successful but it did wipe his memory and make him a bit of an almost emotionless edgelord. He's a favorite of mine to play, I'm terrible at him, but I enjoy him. So, let's discuss how this character would play, SHALL WE?! So, to start, yes he'd have Go Meter with supers, I'll sure to include those.

For Neutral B He will use Ein-trigger. This move puts a small circle of fire in front of him. What's important about Ein-Trigger is that it has follow up moves. Using Neutral B again makes him use second shoot which causes him to kick the fire and create a fireball. Using Up B during it makes him use Second Shell, an Upward Kick. Using Side B causes him to use Second knuckle and a punch that moves him forward. Finally using Down B uses Second Whip, he swipes his hand downward but it's on fire. think Marth's side B but on a neutral B

For Up B He uses the move Crow Bite. It is a bit of a basic uppercut style attack like Shoryuken and he's on fire. But if you press B again at any point during the move he will use Crow Bite follow-up, a flip that ends in a downward kick, the bottom of the kick has a meteor smash hitbox that Crow Bite tries to place the enemy in. If you use the follow up you stop your upward momentum and you go into special fall, if you don't use it you don't go into special fall.

For Side B You use Minute Spike. This is a jumping lunging kick has a bunch of power to it. If you use Side B again you'll perform Narrow Spike. Narrow Spike is a slide kick that also does a bunch of damage. Hitting with Minute Spike, due to how Smash works, does not guarantee Narrow Spike will hit so be careful, you don't need to follow up very single time.

For Down B he uses the move Blackout. Black out is a move that causes K' to disappear into no where, avoiding attacks and moving invisibly. In this game it'll simply be a teleport or a command dodge. If it's a teleport controlled like other teleports, but as K's moves are all about follow ups, hitting A will cause to appear prematurely, performing the appropriate attack. So for example, Blackout up and press Down and A will use Dair. Noteworthy, Blackout itself has no hitbox, it does not do damage, it's JUST a movement tool with a follow up mechanic

He will have two Go Meter Supers. For the first one he will use Hyper Chain Drive, this will use pretzel motion (for those who only know Smash Power Geyser), Hyper Chain drive is a move where he pounds his hand on the ground and a pillar of fire is created, Think Entei's assist trophy but smaller. For the other one he will use Heat Drive, with double quarter circle he hold his hand behind him briefly before propelling himself forward with his hand in front of him on fire, damaging everything in front of him, doing continuous hits as he dashes, the last hit launches but this is mostly a damaging move.

I chose K' functionally because I like his vibe better than Kyo's. K' is just a cool character. I like making a fighting game character have a follow up moves mechanic. He'd be so different from the characters we already. He'd obviously have the command inputs mechanic Terry and Ryu have as well I just didn't type it because that would take forever. Also I wanted to make use Chain Drive as one of his Go meter moves but it would be too confusing, Chain Drive is a move where he throws his sunglasses at the enemy then beats the crap of them but I put Hyper Chain Drive in the moves. Who would you have put from KOF if not K'? I'm curious.

#unfiltered thoughts #rambling #super smash bros #daily post #super smash ultimate #smash bros #king of fighters #King of fighters 15 #King of fighters xv #king of fighters 99 #k'#Terry Bogard #isla #kyo kusanagi

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Can I get an assortment of the Dano characters you write for with a s/o that loves to garden? Or a s/o that enjoys painting/sketching them? (I wanted to send you a request but I'm so bad at requests EEK SORRY!)

Gardening with Paul Dano Characters

Featuring: Louis Ives, Jay, Eli Sunday, Hank Thompson

T33TH HI!! I loved your idea and I think it's a cute prompt for the warmer months!! Tbh I just used this to write some of my favs + get some practice in writing some characters I barely written for! <33

Eli Sunday

- I think he would help you create a garden, whether for extra money or just for you to enjoy

- Don't exactly rely on him to do a lot of hard work though

- Sure Eli will provide the supplies and everything you need throughout the day

- but after you're done planting, he would want you to pray with him for a bountiful garden, for rain to come and bless your crops, and then that's it

- Would go on about how "we're" making great things together and how it's wonderful that you both are giving back to God's Earth

- Even though all he didn't do anything and you had to cater to the garden throughout the entire season

- Don't bring it up he'll deny it

Hank Thompson

- Hank just loves watching you garden

- He doesn't know a thing about gardening, he doesn't understand how you keep everything alive, but he is so enamored by it all

- I think he likes gifting you random seeds and house plants he thought you'd like

- Okay okay hear me out: Hank would totally love crafting those native wildflower seed bombs that are made out of mud and stuff

- He loves getting messy!! He loves spending time with you and playing with mud!!

- While it's not a traditional way of gardening, I think it could be fun night out if you and Hank went around throwing the seed packed balls into people's lawns and random patches of grass

- Then a couple weeks later, you two can go on a walk and admire your work!!

Jay

- He's so adamant about gardening, he has the greenest thumb out of the bunch

- Jay is sweet he probably has matching sunhats for the both of you

- All of his food comes from his own vegetable garden and he's so so proud of what you both accomplished together

- Even if there's wonky looking and small veggies, it happens sometimes and it doesn't deter Jay

- And if you love planting various flowers and plants? Oh he's just as in love!

- While it may not be your intention, he loves what you're doing for the local pollinators <33

- If you two had your own home I could guarantee that it just looks like a giant greenhouse. House plants everywhere.

Louis Ives

- Oh she admires your hobby so much!!

- She thinks about starting a garden of her own, planting strawberries or keeping a few succulents around all the time

- But honestly she just doesn't have a whole lot of time, so she just sticks to reading a whole bunch around it

- Yeah she's the kind of girl to think too much about flowers and it's meanings and she gives you them to show her love

- Please let her garden with you, teach her the basics of rooting and how to fence off wild animals and insects please she is begging

- Fun dates at the nursery !! Her being amazed at all the different kinds of plants and it's just an afternoon of ooo-ing and awe-ing

- Once she grows something and it blooms/ripens, she's so excited! She's sending you pictures asking if she did it right and immediately wants to gift them to you!

#eli sunday #eli sunday x reader #there will be blood #there will be blood x reader #hank thompson #hank thomspon x reader #swiss army man x reader #swiss army man #jay okja x reader #jay okja #okja x reader #okja 2017 #louis ives #louis ives x reader #the extra man 2010 #the extra man x reader #paul dano #paul dano x reader #danonation

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localplaguenurse · 7 months

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Hey.

uwu

Thinking of doomed to die ver for the boys

I was thinking of cancer like as in either Jason or Oli got it, like sure it can be cured but there’s no guarantee it’ll be gone for good, it’ll most likely come back. So they would spend the last couple years,months, and days doing everything they always wanted to do together before the unavoidable happens.

Well Ivy, you're (hopefully) asleep rn as I'm answering so idk if you'll see the notif for this being answered first, or my discord messages.

I don't think I explicitly told you this, and I don't know if you put the pieces together yourself, but Oli's creator is @wretchedshade, who actually had cancer herself. She's beat it since, and she actually just got her bloodwork done again and she's still in the clear.

As such, I had her help in writing this out. This is all based on our instagram messages. I'm also going to put a "read more" here because while it won't get into the nitty gritty details, cancer is not fun. Actually got a little emotional typing it out rip-

Content warning: cancer and cancer treatments, referenced smoking and drug/alcohol usage, mentions of depression and suicide

Oli would more than likely develop lung cancer. He was a smoker for a while and he did start quitting around the time he and Jason got together, fully ditching the habit once the two brought Alice home. It's stage two cancer because Shade wants to be nice, so he'd be doing light chemo and taking medication. She wanted to make it stage three like hers was where he needs emergency surgery, heavy chemo, possible radiation.

Since it's the lungs though, which are delicate, he'd have to do chemo/radiation to shrink the cancer/tumors down before they have to actually go poking around in there and making the really hard decisions.

"And despite it all and the constant pain, nausea, breathing problems and losing his hair, Oli still has a smile on his face bc even though he's been told his chances are good, if something does go wrong he doesn't want his husband and daughter's last memory of him to be how much he suffered." - Shade

Jason would refuse to cry in front of Oli or Alice. He needs to be their support system. Alice is young, she doesn't fully understand why this is happening and is scared she's going to lose her papa, and Oli's the actual cancer patient. The cancer patient doesn't need to console the healthy man and tell him everything's going to be okay, because Jason's not the one with cancer. He saves his tears for when no one is around and for the day Oli gets cleared.

If it were Jason, it would more than likely be pancreatic cancer, possibly even leading to liver cancer. While his main and worst addiction was cocaine, he was also a really heavy drinker during his band days. Even in the years after leaving the band, he still struggled with alcohol and binge drinking every now and then whenever he had a really bad day.

Regardless of the stage of cancer and if he is/isn't going to make it, he's pulling out his "bucket list," something he whipped up back when he was a suicidal teenager who thought he was going to go out in a drug fueled blaze of glory like all the other rockstars he admired did. It's a dumb list of dumb shit, but he picks out a few activities that he thinks are still fun or doable, and he does them with his friends and family so that regardless of where he winds up, they'll think of the fun times before the shitty ones.

It would also be one of those instances where he actually talks to and tries to spend time with his dad. Hell, it might be enough that his dad finally stops being a bitter bastard and gives Jason's "nontraditional" family a chance. Jason got his spite and temper from someone, but even his dad knows this is not a time to be a bigot when his first and only child is sick.

He also doesn't want anyone making comments about his hair. No jokes, no remarks, no pointing out bald spots. Jason's favourite part of his appearance is his hair, and he was devastated hearing he'd lose it during his treatment. What lessens the sting is him and his daughter picking out chemo beanies and wigs for when he finally goes bald. It also helps to make Alice less worried about everything, and is a nice bonding experience during a really difficult situation.

Alice kind of exists in my head in a perpetual limbo of either baby or small kindergartener, maybe a teenager. I'm picturing her being 5-6, still really young. She's a sweet child and loves her dads dearly, so when they get a call about a fight at school, it turns out it's because she started hitting a kid that made a comment about whichever dad has cancer. Jason's "talk shit get hit" mentality is genetic. She felt bad because she doesn't like hitting people, but other than that she refused to apologize to the other kid.

#ask #ivy!#tw cancer #cancer #cancer mention #cw cancer #oc stuff

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thesupersecretparadiseaccount · 1 year

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A little bit of a ramble, a lot of a ramble, a trauma dump even

My entire life, I have been disabled

That's it, that's the premise of this ramble, ever since I was young I was in constant pain when I was on my feet and despite me being able to walk and run I never understood why it always hurt. Why I always had to take a break in PE during the daily laps around the yard, or why I couldn't explain why I had to take one when kids made fun of me or the teachers looked down at me

My parents certainly weren't helping, my mom knew exactly what was wrong (she admitted this to me when I got older) but she didn't want to get me help or SSDI or anything like that because she said she didn't want me to become dependent on it and she didn't want me to not get a job or go to college and become complacent over it I'm sure I don't have to say why that's not right As I got older my condition worsened as my weight increased and no help was given, I never even went to see a doctor about my issue despite me becoming cognizant of the pain by the age of 7-8 until I was 15. My mother just refused every time to take me, citing my weight or my "laziness and refusal to walk or run" as the cause of it. My father wasn't much of a help either, he only ever wanted me to be a "real man" and despised that I refused to play sports because of the pain and just wrote me off as weak.

Didn't get much better when I did first go to the doctor, they misdiagnosed my issue off of one X-Ray and then pretty much gave me painkillers and patted me on the back and said "Maybe get some orthopedic inserts" which I have been wearing since I could walk, but they wanted me to get custom ones, which in the long run didn't help with my pain at all

After that I finally got into Highschool and after so long determined myself to get a job my senior year, I knew it would be painful but a part of me held onto the toxic belief that I had to prove that I wasn't incapable of anything just because of my disability, so I applied to McDonalds in my small town and got the necessary paperwork

I didn't last a month, I would walk out of there at the end of my shifts with one of my feet almost facing perpendicular to my other foot, the pain was so much that I had to take a 10 minute break multiple times a shift to just go cry in the bathroom and let my feet rest. It was the only time my father ever showed me respect, my suffering was the only thing that could get him to notice me.

Finally though, I turned 18 and I could finally get the surgery that the doctors had been talking about my whole life, the promised neverland that would let me walk and run and do anything I ever wanted with no pain

In hindsight I should have been a bit more skeptical, turns out it was a surgery normally done on people thrice my age, the surgeon who did it had never done it on someone my age, and could only offer a hope that it would work and a backup surgery that would leave me 100% guaranteed paralyzed in a few years but at least it wouldn't be immediate like if the original surgery fell through and nothing was done For context the surgery was essentially a complete reconstruction of everything below the ankle, a plate on the right side of my right foot, and a lengthening of my calf muscles to meet my new foot

After 6 months stuck in bed and another 2 in a boot, I was finally free to walk, I did a month of some barebones physical surgery (didn't even learn how to properly walk on my new foot) and found out right away it was not all what it was cracked up to be. The pain was a lot sharper now and left aches, it was impossible to walk without shoes or slippers or something on, and forget running.

I had to get a CAT scan (which took literally 3 months) to make sure everything was okay, turns out I have osteoarthritis all over the joints below the ankle (nothing new there), and osteopenia all over my foot (actually surprising there) and the surgery had only refused about 40% of the way, way under the doctors expectancy. So I had to schedule another appointment and deliver the results

I never got the chance, my insurance ran out and due to never getting me help as a kid via SSDI or even a written letter detailing my disability, I was left hung out to dry, I haven't been to a doctors in 6 months with my mother scrambling to rectify everything and get me SSDI and back on insurance and getting her food stamps back in order because I was in the eyes of the state a jobless able-bodied adult and no longer able to be claimed

So now I'm here, honestly this turned less into a ramble and more of a dump of a facet of my entire life, but fuck it, we ball

#disabled #i have to ask but is “actually disabled” the tag like #good? or bad? is it like “this is written by someone disabled” or is it “there are disabled people and there is actually disabled people”#trauma dump #life story #well a part of it #there's so much more to this shit show

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lovevalley45 · 2 years

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#fictober22 day twenty

"There's only us."

fandom: legends of tomorrow

word count: 678

warning: implied sexy business

Astra sighed as she dried the final plate from dinner. Too bad John hadn’t equipped this place with a magic dishwasher. Or frankly, any kind of dishwasher. If she were home at her apartment in D.C., she would have done in with her own magic.

But she took her time with this final plate, listening to Nate’s extended goodbye to Behrad in the other room. All the other Legends had already headed off to their respective eras. Yet here she was, waiting for him to get his ass out of here.

They could go into the manor at any time, of course. The weekly retirement dinner was more a guarantee that they would all be there. Tonight, though, she wanted some alone time with Behrad without the fear of any Legend popping in to get a break from normal life.

“Yes, tell other Zari I say hi,” Behrad was saying. “I’m going to visit you guys this week, I promise.”

“She did tell me to remind you that you promised last week,” Nate pointed out.

“I’m promising for real this time. And I’ll bring Z along with me.”

“You better. We haven’t been able to have a proper housewarming.”

Astra put the plate back as loudly as she could.

“Okay, I’ll get out of your hair.” Even without seeing him, she could just feel Nate aggressively raising his eyebrows before Behrad let out a heavy sigh.

She chuckled to herself, leaning against the counter as he came into the kitchen. “He was the last one we needed to get rid of, right?”

“Thankfully, yes. And now-” Behrad came over, wrapping an arm around her waist. “There’s only us.”

“Thank God.”

Astra grabbed his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. It was very different from the chaste kiss they’d shared as a greeting, with no one there to ruin the mood. However, making out pressed up against the kitchen counter wasn’t very practical.

She pulled away after a moment, her other hand pressed up against his chest. “Let’s take this to the living room.”

Behrad grinned. “I don’t know, I’m kinda having fun here.”

With a wicked smirk, she clasped her hand around his wrist and led him out to the living room. Going upstairs seemed a little too eager - after all, they had all the time in the world.

As she pulled him down to the couch, Astra wasted no time getting back to their previous activities. She climbed into Behrad’s lap before leaning down to press her mouth against his again.

Right as she was ready to start taking things further, a voice rang out from behind her. “Oh my God!”

She jerked away, falling back onto the couch at Ava’s exclamation. Behrad straightened his shirt as she whirled around to face their former co-captain. “Ava! What the hell?”

“Okay, you guys are decent, thank God,” she said, peering out from her hands.

“We were just making out,” Behrad said.

“If she hadn’t interrupted,” Astra muttered.

“I just- Sara left her phone, and I thought everyone was gone.”

“No!” Astra and Behrad said together.

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” She held up Sara’s phone and backed up towards the door. “Uh, see you guys next week?” she asked with a meek smile.

“Yeah, cool,” Behrad said, not sounding cool about it at all.

“Cool.” With that, Ava made a hasty exit.

Astra put her face in her hands as Behrad stifled a laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asked, muffled by her own embarrassment.

“The universe just doesn’t want us to fuck,” he said, leaning against the arm of the couch.

“Well, then I say, fuck the universe, I have magic.” Astra muttered an incantation under her chest, and a chair lodged itself under the door Ava had come in through.

“There’s still like three other doors in here,” Behrad pointed out.

She rolled her eyes and pulled him over to her. “Shut up before anyone else needs something.”

The universe wasn’t that opposed to that idea, it seemed, as he leaned right back in to kiss her.

#alli writes shit #fictober22 #legends of tomorrow #behrastra #behrad tarazi #astra logue

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blissfullyapillow · 2 months

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I think you know what that means…! Another request matchup! *dun dun dun!*

Here’s some characters I WOULDN’T (yes, you heard me. There’s actually men I DON’T simp for) want to have along just the reasons behind them:

GENSHIN IMPACT:

• Bennett, Razor, Xingqiu — Nothing wrong about them. I just see them more as friends. :D

• Kazuha, Albedo — I haven’t see much of their personalities (other than Albedo liking Cyno’s jokes), so I don’t know what to think of them.

• Il Dottore, Pulcinella, Pierro — ABSOLUTELY NOT. Especially Dottore, after what he did to Collei, Wanderer and Diluc >:(

• Venti — Fun fact: He was the first Genshin character I simp for, but I move on from him due to simping for other sophisticated men like Kaeya ;)

• Aether — I used to simp for him, but ever since the Furina Story Quest, he left me with a sour impression, especially when she’s my favorite character :((

HONKAI: STAR RAIL

• Yanqing, Misha, Arlan — Same reason and Bennett and friends, I just see them as friends!

• Welt Yang — He’s too old for me ;-;

• Luka — His backstory and personality’s alright, but I personally am not fond of his design, other than his metal arm.

Now that the list is done, here’s another few things about me.

To those I’m not very fond of at first glance, I simply remain quiet and speak when spoken to. And I leave the conservation as quickly as I can, as I hate conserving with those I’m barely familiar with.

I get irritated easily. The slightest tease will irk me, and I WILL give you a disgusted look guarantee! Unless the person’s hot, then I do the same thing but get flustered when he’s not around.

I wear glasses! I don’t know if that’s important but I’ll just add that for later uses.

Embarrassing memories haunt me DAILY! Whether it’s from my childhood or just a few days ago. They will torment me and when they do, I’ll either bite my fingers HARD (NOT ‘til it bleeds) or pinch someone (like a piece of paper for example).

I’m very paranoid. Once in an hour maximum, I’ll look behind my back whether I’m in a safe environment or not.

Not sure if I already wrote that, but everything about me SCREAMS introvert!!

The solution to my bad moods are simply: bring me food. Specifically dumplings. Please.

I rarely concentrate on something for a while. Unless it’s games, shows, drawing or music.

Why party and go out when I can stay cooped up in my room and watch anime? Socializing is for people with confidence, and I ain’t one of them.

Naturally, you have the right to ignore this request but if you have the time, please grant me this wish for the fifth time 🙏

Have a good day!! <3

~Somewhat-a-tsundere-Anon~

Notes: We meet again! I always love seeing your matchup requests pop up in my inbox, request as much as you'd like <3. Also, I do apologize if you didn't like your Wriothesley matchup. When I saw your request I thought it because you hated the last one lmfao. Even if you did, that's okay! I really hope you enjoy this one though, stay safe and hydrated my lovely returning customer (>᎑<๑)/♡

What I think your relationship would sound like: Baizhu

Masterlist

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I match you with: Baizhu

Credits: @/lovnupe on pinterest

✦• ⚚⋆˙♡ • ✦

A few chance encounters in Liyue led to your familiarity with each other, but boy did it take a long time. You two met when you stopped by Bubu Pharmacy for a medical concern. It was a pleasant encounter, but it was only when you kept coincidentally bumping into one another around Liyue that your interest in him piqued.

It’s a relationship that develops slowly over time, but it's most certainly one of love and healing with one another.

Baizhu picks up quickly on what makes you tick, and he’ll tease you even when you give him that disgusted look on your face. If anything, it makes him want to tease you more! He may or may not get some odd perverse pleasure from it (nothing malicious, of course, but he finds the expressions you make to be quite cute).

If you ever leave your glasses around, or the lenses’ need a quick clean, he’ll always do so even if you don’t ask. He secretly likes when you fall asleep against him with them on, because it gives him the opportunity to tenderly slip them off your face. You’ve done the same for him quite a few times, and he loves to return the acts of kindness you give him.

He understands your paranoid nature and he does his best to alleviate your paranoia in any way he can. Ranging from very detailed plans to frequent words of reassurance that yes, no one is following the two of you, he is very attentive to you.

Baizhu is very doting at every opportunity he can be, since he does spend a lot of time treating people and well- being sick as a result. He feels guilty whenever you give him that concerned look of yours, but he wants to achieve the goals he’s set out for himself.

With that being said, he is very supportive of you. He’ll subtly distract you whenever you pinch something or bite your fingers. He doesn’t judge, as we all have our habits, but he doesn’t want you to unintentionally hurt yourself.

Baizhu has learned how to make superb dumplings solely for you. Whenever he picks up on your bad mood, expect dumplings set before you at his earliest convenience. He can be a bit busy at times, but he always finds time in his day to tend to you and communicate with you. He’ll do activities with you as often as he can, and enjoy every second of it (even if his body is secretly screaming for him to stop).

He loves it if you engage in your own activity while he does his work. He’s fond of staying inside with you, and spending time in one another’s company. Changsheng takes some time getting used to you, but eventually she warms up. She’ll even ask for you when you haven’t seen each other for awhile, but she’ll never admit that to your face.

Overall, you two have a very close and healing relationship <3

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“Aw, feeling sleepy are we?” Baizhu muses as your head bobs down once more, only for you to abruptly snap it back up.

“No I’m not, I’m just resting my eyes…” Your mumbling is utterly adorable to Baizhu, and he can’t help but coo.

“Understood.” His simple statement is enough to sate any retorts you’d have for him. It isn’t long before you’re fast asleep once more, your head dropping forward.

Baizhu gently tilts your head up, positioning you to be comfortable. He smiles down at you fondly before picking up his writing utensil once more. He quickly finishes the last of his work for the night, now moving to lift you up.

He brings you to bed, laying you down gently before tucking you in. It isn’t long before he joins you.

“I love you, and I greatly appreciate everything you do for me.” Baizhu whispers the words against the shell of your ear before pressing a lingering kiss there.

He joins you shortly after in the world of dreams, while the two of you wearing matching content smiles as you slumber in the waking world.

Dedicated to,

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ somewhat a tsundere anon ⁺˚⋆｡

#pillow'slovelyanon's<3 #somewhat a tsundere anon

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kirby-antagonists-anonymous · 11 months

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Welcome to Antagonists Anonymous! <3

What is this place? - It’s a blog run by a select handful of people, here to give everyone in the universe who’s been deemed an “antagonist” at some point (and maybe some other universes too) a safe space to vent their frustrations! Whether it be from a loss, or your plan failing, or even from something smaller, like your minions not listening or a certain pink puffball standing in your way, Antagonists Anonymous is here for you! Reformed or not, everyone is welcome on this blog! :>

Our rules are as follows:

~ No being rude to the mod team please! Jokes are fine, but please don’t be genuinely hateful towards us, as we’re all people like you, and we are trying to do better. ~ Respect your fellow antagonists too! Easier said than done in some cases, but please just try to be nice. ~ All posts should be sent in from the askbox! Make sure that your posts are anonymous or else it kind of defeats the whole purpose of the blog. Unless you don’t want to send something anonymously, that’s fine too. ~ That being said we do NOT tolerate hate speech, bigotry, or NSFW. Please take that elsewhere, because this is NOT the place for you. ~ If you’re an alternative version of one of the mod staff, you are welcome here! Just... please do not try to impersonate us in any way. It’s not funny. ~ The team may try to guess who you are based on your post. Please specify if you don’t want to be identified! ~ We accept personal questions as well! But please, don’t get too personal. (i.e. Don’t bring up what could be considered traumatic events for our mod team.)

How did this blog form? - Well, originally, it was simply a support group for antagonists’ assistants. The people they make do some of the heavier lifting. Once we realized there weren’t as many of us as we thought though, we decided to cut the “assistants” bit and focus solely on the antagonist part.

Okay, so who are you? - Well, the person writing this currently is Mod Susie! Pleased to make your acquaintance. But we also have a full mod team here, made up of five members!

~ Mod Susie (she / her, current president of HWC (Haltmann Works Co.)) ~ Mod Taranza (he / they, former assistant to Queen Sectonia) ~ Mod CS (he / him, former NME sales rep, currently working at HWC) ~ Mod Dark Meta (they / he / it, former knight of the Mirror World) ~ Mod Escargoon (he / him, former assistant to King Dedede)

Why is that your icon? - We couldn’t agree on one. I decided to go with something universally adored, like a Waddle Dee! Cute and functional, just like me! If it changes that’s because someone else changed it manually even though I have told them NOT to do that. ~ Mod Susie

( actual info under the cut btw. )

hi there, i’m bonnie!! ( @springbonnie-fanclub ) and welcome to my weird little kirby rp blog!! this was an idea i had for a drawing originally but eventually decided it was good enough to become its own thing.

all i really have in the way of rules is no nasty stuff, and to just be nice and patient please!! i am one person running this blog and i can’t always guarantee your ask will be up immediately.

also this blog follows me and my friend’s personal au and interpretations of kirby lore!! hence why there are anime characters present on the mod team. just wanted to clear that up

that’s about it, have fun on this blog!! :]

#kirby #kirby rp #unreality cw #unreality tw #< just to be safe

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charnelhouse · 2 years

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Soooo, did you watch Spiderhead? Will we have Steve Abnesti content in the future? 🥹🫣

A/N: Steve Abnesti x F!Reader. Straight up NON-CON. You've been warned. Dark themes. Implied abuse. Mentions of hair.

Steve’s claiming of you is not necessarily violent.

He does not fist a hand into your hair to drag you into his bedroom. He doesn’t need to. Not really. The thing is, he doesn’t fall in love with you because of the damn drugs. He sees you and feels it. It’s like a shock to his system. The brightness of your face reminds him of the sun that sits heavy above the island.

“Mr. Abnesti,” you try, and he cuts you off.

“Steve,” he demands. “It’s Steve. C’mon, honey, you know my name.”

You duck your head, your knees knocking together as you sit in the small, white room. “Sorry,” you murmur. You’re beautifully subservient. You’re far too quiet and tender, and you remind him of a lamb. You didn’t even do anything theoretically bad. In fact, it appears that you were defending yourself.

He turns to Mark. “She must have some real fire in her to do what she did.”

“Murdering her father?”

He nods excitedly, a grin splitting his face. He feels like laughing. If only he had killed his dear old dad. Fuck.

“Are we going to try 40 on her?”

“No,” Steve replies a little too quickly. “No - we’re done with her for today.”

***

He takes you on walks along the island. He discusses the weather and his childhood, and his fears. He spills them all over you because he knows you’ll love him. It is guaranteed.

“You’re really beautiful,” he tells you, nudging his knuckles across your cheek. You blink up at him, your expression bashful.

“Steve…”

“I care about you,” he continues. “I want you safe. You’re protected here. Do you feel protected?”

You curl your fingers around his wrist, your thumb scraping under his watch. “Yes,” you answer. “I…I feel safe here.”

You’re in the dress he left in your room. It’s pale blue as the sky above them. It clings to your shoulders before flowing outward. The hem brushes your thighs. He moves both his hands to your face, cradling your jaw. His palms overwhelm your head. He could engulf you. He could swallow you whole like Kronos. You’d be birthed anew. A Goddess. His Queen. His Hera. His Rhea.

He lowers his head and presses his mouth to yours. You return his kiss, clinging to his shoulders as you try and reach him. He lifts you up; he prods his tongue against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance, and you give it to him.

“Steve,” you whisper, pushing against him lightly. “It’s - we can’t-”

The sun is beating down on the back of his head. Your skin is soft in his hands - warm with pleasure. “We can,” he mumbles between kisses as he tries to push you to the herb-green grass. The wind ruffles his hair. He can taste sunscreen and the wisp of clouds, and he wants to drag you to the beach and make love to you in the cradle of the sea - the waves lapping at their bodies as they make something electric.

When he cups your cunt over your dress, you shudder in his arms. Your thighs clamp down on his hand. You inhale sharply. “Please not…not here…someone could see-”

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he soothes. “We can do whatever we want.”

You struggle against him, and his arms form a tight bind around your waist. Your hips caught between his hands. “You’re fine, baby…you’re perfect…just let me make you feel good.”

There’s a shocking burst of pain in his lower lip, and he stumbles backward. He touches his mouth in surprise and finds his fingertips covered in blood. He blinks at you, and you stare back - defiant and full of rage. There you are, my little murderess.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, and your brow furrows. You frown - obviously confused.

“I-I just bit you.”

“You did,” he agrees. He’s proud. He wanted this. He wanted to tap into it.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, his thumb on the screen as he swipes it to all the way to the right. “Let’s see you channel that rage into something a bit more fun.”

***

The beach is hot under his feet. His shirt is gone - torn and tossed somewhere. You’ve licked every inch of his torso, sucked on his nipples, and marked up his throat.

“Fuck, Steve,” you whine as you practically climb up his body. Your arms encircle his neck as you crash your lips together. “I want you inside me.”

Your nails bite into his shoulders. You pull at his hair. He’s got his hands under your ass as he tries to carry you into the ocean. The water is smooth. The salt dries his skin, but he can’t stop kissing you. He wants to eat you out. He wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke.

He struggles through the waves until he gets about waist deep. You’re still kissing him, nipping at his jaw. You’re making the softest, warbling keens. A tiny bird. You push at his swim trunks, and he curls his finger around the crotch of your panties before ripping it in two

“Steve,” you beg. “Get it inside me. I want to be full of you…forever and ever. I want you to make me see my own fucking death when you screw me.”

He shivers at that. It's so intense. It's so full of passion. He knew you'd be perfect.

You're mumbling now - a repetitive plea circling around and around like a stuck record. It's constant: stevestevestevefuckpleasepleasepleasenownownow

“Hush, lamb,” he replies before spitting on his palm and taking himself in hand. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds. You’re soaked and your hips buck, grinding into him. He breaches you easily, sinking to the hilt.

You melt around him, your pussy clamping down and going tight as a knot. “Oh my god,” you whimper before you bury your face into his throat. “It’s so good…so good…Oh, Steve…” You cannot stop. You are a total fucking mess, and you’re in love with him. “I want you to make me yours. I want you to mark me. Cover me in your come…your blood…pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

He licks the cup of your mouth as he picks up his pace. He is unyielding with the force of his strokes. He grasps the nape of your neck, his other arm wrapped around your waist as he holds you to him like a precious stone - a diamond - a child - his doll.

The waves rock against hips, matching the willful pattern he utilizes to own your body. “Do you love me?” he murmurs into your ear; he smooths your hair back. He pets your skin.

“I love you, Steve,” you return - more tired - more lazy and drunk on his sex. “Love you so much.”

You’re slurring He wants to test your boundaries and find the smoke that leads to your fire. He wants you like this all the time, and he wonders if he can do it. He wonders if he can massage you into loving him, period. No drugs. He thinks it’s possible.

He hauls you closer until your tits are crushed right up against his chest. He slows his thrusts, cradles you, and holds you over the sea. “You were made to love me, sweetheart. Remember that.”

#steve abnesti #steve abnesti x reader #steve abnesti x female reader #steve abnesti x you #spiderhead #spiderhead fanfiction #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth characters

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onthecourtbugs · 2 years

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I’m not sure if this goes against any rules but could I request Nash Gold Jr and Silver that are dating a depressed reader and she relapses on SH and like they come in the room and catch her in the act

P.S you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I am also having this issue because of family and just life. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable I totally would understand if you didn’t write this sorry for troubling you. I love your writing

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Pairing: Nash Gold Jr x Reader, Jason Silver x Reader

Warning(s): Angst, mentions self-harm (I don’t go into detail but just in case) Hurt/comfort.

A/N: Thank you for trusting me with something so personal, first of all. You are absolutely precious, I could think of nothing but you while I tried to get this done! I’m sorry, it’s only Nash’s half for right now but I will get the Jason one done on another post. I hope you’ve been taking care of yourself, darling. DM me if you want to be tagged in the second!

Summary: Sometimes life is too much to handle, and Nash knows what you need isn’t a lecture, but a freaking break.

——

Everything has to be okay with you.

You could be burning up inside and out with fever and feel like you’re breathing through a straw, but it’s okay, you can still do work.

Everything is okay.

It has to be okay.

Because when you show that things are anything but okay? All of a sudden, people from everywhere are coming for your throat with their opinions.

“Things could be worse.”

“What do you have to be upset about?”

“You’re only acting like this for attention.”

“You should….”

“You should have…”

“Why don’t you just….”

It’s the “get better quick” solutions that don’t work OR make sense for me.

The careless “hurry up and get better so I can go” advice.

The lectures that hold no love or understanding.

It can make you mute because you don’t want to hear what you’ve already been hearing over and over. They don’t know that asking “What’s wrong” has become the magic phrase guaranteed to seal your lips.

If they did know, they would be disgusted.

Or they wouldn’t care.

Or they would tell you to suck it up.

Or they would make it about themselves and make you feel like the problem.

You wish someone knew….

But it would be terrible if they did know, because someone who knows but does not understand can do so much damage. And so you say…

“I’m fine.”

Because people who are fine get left alone.

Except you’re not.

Alone, that is.

——

Nash knows when you are anything but fine.

That “I’m fine” mess don’t work on him.

He recognizes when you’re too tired to eat, or watch a movie, or do virtually anything else fun that you normally enjoy.

Did you forget to keep up with your water intake?

Why the hell is your vitamin bottle untouched?

You’ve been bothering him about this video game for months, the wrapper hasn’t even been torn off, it’s just sitting on the table…

It’s the unintentional sighs that seem to come from nowhere for him.

It’s the constant drifting off into your thoughts, more than normal.

Have you been seeing your therapist enough?

Can you still afford to see your therapist enough???

He gets seriously worried because sometimes you will actually look super exhausted even though you’ve hardly done anything.

But all he has to do is look like he’s going to say something and you’re covering up. Sometimes quite literally.

——

It’s not like Nash was trying to catch you off guard that day, he just wanted to make sure you were alright and also tell you something interesting~.

But you hadn’t responded to any of his texts or calls, so now it was time to check on you in person.

From the doorway of your room, he saw with his own eyes what he feared was going on all along.

You scramble to shut the door, to hide what you’re doing, even though he already saw.

He tries to stop you from shutting yourself in, but you’re closer to the door. You lock it and let your forehead thump against the door, embarrassed and horrified, and already starting to cry.

“Y/n!”

“Go away!”

It’s not like he didn’t know you had a history. But you were supposed to be getting better. You promised. You were supposed to be past this already. You were supposed to be all better… And you were trying to be…

You were trying so hard, you’d done everything you were supposed to…

But the pain was so much harder.

It was hard, having so many poisonous feelings sloshing and swirling around in your head.

It was hard, being so desperate for sleep that you ignore the warning against taking Benadryl too often and take two for the millionth night in a row.

They kept bothering you, the past stings, present aches, and future itches. Like a swarm of angry wasps, stinging anywhere, stinging everywhere.

And now it looks like you weren’t even trying to get better…

“Y/n, open the door.”

No. The reaction was instantaneous.

“Please, just… go away.”

But Nash didn’t go away. He saw your shadow under the door and joined you on he floor. Leaving you behind in this state was out of the question, so the both of you are gonna there, leaned against the door Intel you let him in.

“Y/n, I’m worried about you. Are you hurt bad?”

“Nash, I can’t show this to you again!”

“Y/n, I came here to help you. I’m not leaving until you open the door and I can make sure you’re okay!”

Which only made you cry harder.

“I’m NOT OKAY! I’m trying to be okay, I really, truly am! I’m sorry, I can’t-”

“Y/n…”

“I’m trying! I promise I promise I’m trying so hard!”

All he could do was sit there and listen, barred on the outside while you gave him a thousand apologies and cried your heart out.

“Y/n. I noticed you blame yourself for a lot of things that aren’t your fault. I know your perfectionist brain pretty much ruins anything fun for you because everything has to be just right if it’s coming from you. And I know you’ve given up on trying to express when you’re feeling overwhelmed because you think nobody cares.”

It got quiet, save for your sniffles. “…What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you. Clearly something’s wrong, but you didn’t ask me, or anyone for help. Did you think I was gonna lecture you or something?”

Everyone else does.

“Nash!” You gasped. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong… I feel like it’s everything! I don’t know what to do!”

“Open the door, Y/n.”

You looked at your fresh injury. It was the only thing helping in the moment, but now it was just… ugly. You didn’t want him to see it… You didn’t even want to see it. Tears welled up again and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a wave of hysteria coming on.

“I can’t!”

“Y/n,” his voice was gentle, unhurried, but incredulous. “Don’t you know by now that I’m crazy about you? Don’t make me come in through the window.”

For a teeny moment, you considered letting him do just that… But at the same time, you did not need your neighbors prying into this.

So you let him in, and he grabbed you up like you were a billion-dollar inheritance, kissing you all over your forehead, nose, and cheeks.

Which made you cry again, but this time with relief.

“I’m sorry-“

“Shh, it’s okay baby,” he dropped a kiss on the top of your head and squeezed you tight while you cried into his shirt. “I’ve got you.”

He waited until you were calm before checking for serious damage. You were stiff as he checked, but relaxed when he cheerfully announced it wasn’t fatal. That much you knew already, but something about the way he said “This isn’t so bad… Yeah, this can be fixed!” Made you feel better about it.

He strongly advised you to talk to your therapist about getting an official note to take off from work for a few days. You promised to think about it, but in the meantime, could he stick around for a while?

Mans did you one better and whisked you off to his place.

You made a fuss the whole time he cleaned you up cuz you felt like a big baby, being toweled down and dressed, but he would not be refused.

He was taking care of you darn it! 😤

That and you’d worn yourself out so there.

And then!

And then.

And thennnn~

While you were snuggled up in the covers, lost in your thoughts, he dropped a teeny tiny, brown curly-haired dog on the pillow next to your face!!!

“This is Tinkerbell, she’s mom Dee’s birthday present. I’m holding onto her for a bit, since Jason would most definitely forget she was there and step on her…”

You could feel her little sniffles against your face as she investigated you, soft as clouds.

“Awww, hi Tinkerbell~”

He must have told lil girly what was up with you cuz she got to work licking you all over your nose and cheeks with her tiny pink tongue 🥺

So precious! You played with her while Nash went downstairs, absolutely in love with your new companion. In doing so, you learned a little something special.

She put her whole body into her barks, but no matter how hard she strained, no sound would ever come out, save for the tiny tinkling of the bell on her collar.

“Oh, Tinkie!” You rubbed your face over her soft fur, not minding when she circled around to try to lick your face again. “I know how that feels… But Nash and I are going to make sure you’re safe until you get home. Kay?”

Tinkerbell’s little tail wagged a million times a minute. She was more interested in kisses than mushy “I’ll protect you” talk.

You spent the rest of the week with Nash and Tinkerbell, and for the first time in a while, you were able to recover peacefully. The sun warmed the three of you through the window while you napped, you holding Tinkerbell and Nash holding you.

Finally, after a roller coaster of a year or so, you could have some rest.

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #courtsidewith #courtsidewithng #nash gold jr x reader #NASH GOLD JR.#KNB #kuroko no basket #I cannot tell you how many times I cried writing this #do i need therapy?#someone hold me

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kailyn-writes · 3 years

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going as each other’s “platonic” date to a mutual friend’s wedding & there’s only one bed, which we decide to share (obviously been waiting for this moment) with nathan mackinnon please🥰

send me something from this or this!

Word count: 3.7k

You and Nathan Mackinnon weren’t not friends. You knew each other, but not well. You had grown up in Nova Scotia, though you were two years behind Nathan in school. Your parents knew his, but that was about as far as the connection went.

You knew that he was in Denver when you moved, but you didn’t think anything of it. Denver’s a big city, the chances of running into him were slim to none. And yet, practically the same day you moved in, you ran into him. It was a brief encounter, one that left you speechless. He knew who you were without you ever prompting him. He asked about your parents, asked what you were doing in Denver. Before you could even process it, though, he was gone, waving to you with a grin on his face.

You and Nathan had only shared a handful of conversations over the last year, most of them standing outside one of your apartments, just catching the other coming or going. Usually, he was catching you, since his apartment was after yours on the same floor. Every now and then, though, you’d open your door at the perfect moment and see him passing, calling his name with a smile.

Today was your off day and you were spending it lounging around your apartment, binging your favorite TV show. You were avoiding calling your parents because as soon as your mother had heard that your high school best friend was getting married, she had started pestering you about dating. You just wanted to eat dinner and relax without your mom bombarding you about boys, yet again. You were just about to sit down when there was a knock on your door. You scurry over, expecting to see your dinner being delivered, but when you pull open the door, you’re met with a wide-eyed Nathan Mackinnon.

“Did you know that Tom and Mindy were engaged?” He asks, holding up the same white and blue wedding invitation that you had received.

“Yes. Did you not?” You ask, leaning against the door frame.

“No. When did they get together?” He says, standing awkwardly in front of you, eyeing your apartment in the back. With a soft sigh, you open the door and step inside, letting him in.

“Mine and Mindy’s senior year. They ran into each other one night while he was home for Christmas break and they just clicked. They both wanted to be done with college when they finally got married.” You explain, shrugging.

“Huh. I can’t believe I didn’t know.” He says and you move to sit on your couch, rolling your eyes.

“Nathan, you were a big shot in the NHL already, why would you have known?” You ask, teasingly.

“Are you going to go?” He asks, and you nod.

“Of course I am. She was my best friend for almost a decade. Are you?” You ask, brows raised. It takes him a second, but he nods.

“Yeah, we’ve got a break in games. It’ll be a quick trip back home for me, though.” Nathan says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m only going for the weekend, if that makes you feel any better. I’ll fly out Friday afternoon, be there Saturday for the wedding and fly by Sunday afternoon.” You explain and he nods, a gentle smile on his face.

“What if we flew out together?” He asks, blue eyes avoiding your gaze. “I was also going to fly out Friday afternoon, and it was guarantee a familiar face on the plane. Plus, then we only have to get one rental car, instead of two.”

You stare at the blonde, brows raised as a smile forms on your face. You want to tease him, to poke fun at the soft flush that’s spread across his cheeks and down his neck, but you don’t. Instead, you nod.

“Okay. We’re not sharing a hotel room, though.” You say, pointing your finger at him. He chuckles nervously and nods, running a hand through his hair once more.

“Of course not.” He says, scrunching his face as he shakes his head. You roll your eyes, chuckling. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go. Have a good night.”

“Bye, Nathan.” You call out, waving as he exits your apartment. You immediately grab your phone to text your best friend, fingers shaking as you type out the message.

Weeks pass by and before you know it, you’re sitting in the car with Nathan, your suitcase safely tucked away in the back as you head for the airport. Your morning had been spent pampering yourself and getting ready for the wedding and your freshly done nails tapped the back of your phone anxiously as you scrolled on it.

“Jeez, you don’t fly much, do you?” Nathan asks and your fingers still. You look over at him, brows furrowed.

“What? No, I don’t fly often, but that’s not what I’m anxious about. I’m fine on planes.” You assure him, though you catch the eye roll he does when your fingers start tapping again. “I just haven’t seen most of these people since I left for college. I also don’t do the greatest in large crowds and I heard that they invited two hundred people.”

You hadn’t realized that you were rambling, or that your knee was bouncing rapidly, slightly annoying Nate.

“Relax. It’s going to be fine.” He says, one hand reaching over to rest on your knee, stopping the bouncing.

You’re about to protest, but the warmth of his hand on your knee stops you and you relax ever so slightly, fingers stilling. He smiles at you, removing his hand. Your knee resumes bouncing almost immediately, though. You chuckle dryly when he glares at you, directing your attention out the window. The rest of the car ride was quiet, the two of you barely making small talk.

You’ve just gotten seated on the plane, you in the window seat, Nathan in the middle beside you, when your knee starts bouncing again. So, maybe you did have a bit of anxiety when it came to planes, though you’d be fine once the plane was off the ground. Nathan doesn’t talk much during the plane ride, instead choosing to put his airpods in and watch a movie. You try to read your book, but you can’t seem to focus on it, or anything for that matter. Somewhere around the five hour mark of the flight, you doze off. It’s not until Nathan shakes you awake that you realize you’ve invaded his space.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We’re about to land.” Nathan says and you nod, sitting up. It’s late, now, a little after 11 pm in Halifax.

You’re still sleepy as the two of you make your way through the airport and to the hotel, Nathan being kind enough to grab your bag for you. He even lets you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you share an Uber to the hotel, though you don’t doze off this time. He leads the way inside the hotel, letting you go first to get checked in.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a reservation under that name.” The receptionist frowns as she types in your name once more, shaking her head.

“Could you just…check again? I made it weeks ago.” You say softly, not wanting to alarm Nate. She just shakes her head again and when you look back, you see Nate already walking up beside you.

“Everything okay?” He asks and you shake your head.

“No, she says I don’t have a reservation. I used the link that Mandy provided when I booked it.” You sigh and Nathan frowns down at you.

“You can stay in my room, it’s only two nights here anyway.” He says, turning his attention back to the receptionist. You go to protest, but he shakes his head before moving to grab the bags. She hands you the keys and you take it, smiling softly.

The two of you move towards the elevator and you protest as you walk with Nathan, though he shoots down all of your arguments.

“Relax, Y/n. I got a room with two beds, it’s fine. You’re not calling your parents, it’s after midnight now. We both need to get some sleep, anyway. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” He says, effectively shutting you up.

You step ahead of Nathan as the two of you get off the elevator, making your way towards the room. You swipe the key and push open the door, eyes going wide. Nathan steps up beside you, brows furrowed. He’s about to ask what’s wrong when he glances into the room and sees the one bed. He sighs, shrugging past you.

“I’ll take the couch tonight.” He says simply, as you step into the room.

“Don’t be silly. You take the bed, you’re much too tall for the couch.” You say, moving to grab your suitcase from where he’s set it.

“Alright.” Nathan says and you pause, eyeing him from your spot. You shrug and go to get ready for bed, moving seamlessly around Nathan. He calls down to the front desk to ask for pillows and a blanket and when you come out from the bathroom, he’s made up the couch for you. He disappears into the bathroom and by the time he’s out, you’re dozing off on the couch, the softest snores falling from your lips.

Nathan has trouble falling asleep that night, tossing and turning in the bed as you sleep peacefully on the couch. He finally falls asleep around two am, a solid hour after you’d drifted off. He’s still up earlier than you, slipping on his running shoes and getting out to run in the cool morning air.

You’re awake and sipping a cup of coffee on the couch when he comes back. You offer him a small smile when he enters, but he heads straight for the bathroom, turning on the shower quickly. You grab a room key and head downstairs for breakfast, not bothering to ask Nathan if he wanted anything like you had planned. You gather your breakfast and find a place to sit, munching as you scroll on your phone. You’re distracted, unsuspecting, when Nathan walks over and takes the grape you were about to eat right out from between your fingers, smirking as he plops it in his mouth. You look up, mouth open in shock, eyes narrowing at the blond.

“C’mon, let’s go get some real food. I saw a cafe nearby on my run.” He says, picking up your mostly empty plate and dropping it into the trash can nearby. He waits for you to join, but you cross your arms and stay seated. He shrugs, grumbling as he turns to walk away. You scramble up, hurrying to catch up with him.

“Okay, fine, but only because I don’t like the coffee they have here and because you’re paying.” You say, glaring at Nathan. He nods, smiling softly at you. He makes small talk with you as you walk, asking how you slept (fine) and if you were excited for this afternoon (yes, but still nervous). The two of you arrive at the cafe sooner than you would’ve liked, but you fall into an easy conversation once seated, you asking him about the hockey season. You’d started keeping up with the Avalanche when the two of you first reconnected, and had become a pretty big fan since then.

Once breakfast was finished and the two of you had walked back to the hotel, it was time for you to get ready. You commandeered the bathroom, taking a quick shower before starting on your hair and makeup. Once everything was finished, you let Nate back into the bathroom and changed into your dress in the room. He was just walking out when you were reaching behind you, trying to reach the zip on the back of your dress.

“C’mere. I’ll zip it for you.” Nathan says, gesturing for you to come to him. You walk over and turn around, lifting your curled hair out of the way as he zipped your dress.

“Thank you.” You murmur, letting your hair fall. You step away, going to slip on your jewelry and check your makeup in the mirror. You glance over, taking in Nathan’s navy blue suit and crisp white dress shirt. He pulls a blush pink tie out of his bag and you furrow your brows, a soft chuckle falling from your lips.

“What? The invitation said formal.” He says and you shake your head.

“Uh, that’s not what I’m laughing about.” You say, looking down at your blush pink dress. He glances at your dress, shrugging. “Everyone is going to think we came as a couple.”

“They can think whatever they want to think.” Nathan says and you raise your brows at him, stepping over to him. You’re quite a bit shorter than he is and you’re thankful you’ve already put on your heels when you reach out and take the tie from him, silently asking if you can tie it for him. He nods and you go to work, expertly tying the tie.

The wedding is beautiful, full of love and laughter and the drinks flow freely after the ceremony. You and Nathan aren’t sat together, considering he was Tom’s friend and you were Mindy’s. That didn’t stop people from coming up to you and commenting on the ‘relationship’ that the two of you had. Once dinner had been served and toasts had been made, the dance floor opened up. A few of your friends joined you as you danced and sang along to the music. Mindy even joined your group for a bit, before pulling you aside. “So, why didn’t you tell me you were dating Nathan? I would’ve sat you guys together had I known.” Mindy says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You chuckle and shake your head.

“Oh, we’re not dating. We came together as friends.” You explain, but she tilts her head in confusion.

“But you guys are matching.” She states and you roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t on purpose.” You say and she crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you. “I didn’t tell him what dress I was wearing, the only person who knew was my mother.”

Mindy raises her brows at you, and your eyes go wide.

“Your mother couldn’t resist setting you up with Nate. I think you should go for it, though. Boy looks smitten.” She says, smirking at Nathan from her spot. He gets up and makes his way toward you and Mindy, smiling.

“Congratulations, Mindy. You look beautiful.” He says, pecking her cheek softly. She squeezes your hand once more before excusing herself, leaving you and Nathan alone.

“Are you having fun?” Nathan asks, taking a sip of his beer. You nod, slowly leading the conversation towards the bar.

“I am. It’s nice to see old friends again.” You say, ordering yourself a drink before turning back to Nathan. “Are you?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to be back home, almost feels like I never left.” He says and you smile, nodding. The bartender hands you your drink and you’re just about to say something when a high-pitched shrill interrupts you.

“Nathan Mackinnon, is that you?!” You roll your eyes and take a big gulp of your drink just as she comes into your view.

“Kacey. So good to see you.” Nathan says flatly as she pulls him in for a hug. You watch as she all but pushes you out of the way to talk to Nathan, and after a couple minutes you just point to the dance floor and Nathan nods in understanding. You join your friends, laughing at their ridiculous moves.

You spend the next hour watching Kacey flirt with Nathan, who isn’t doing anything to reject her advances. You chug drink after drink, down shot after shot until everything is fuzzy around the edges and you can’t stop giggling. About the time that you pull your heels off is about the time that Nathan realizes you need to leave. He excuses himself from his conversation and makes his way across the dancefloor, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. You turn around, grinning, rolling your eyes when you see his stern expression.

“ I think it’s time to go.” He says, leaning down so that he doesn’t have to yell. You shake your head, still dancing in front of you.

“I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay.” You slur out. He raises his brows at you, but you don’t stop moving.

“Y/n. C’mon. Most everyone is already gone, let’s go get some sleep, we have to fly back to Denver tomorrow.” You stop moving at his words, frowning. You had forgotten that you were leaving tomorrow, and that thought made you sad.

“All the more reason t’ stay.” You respond, turning away from him. He sighs, but he doesn’t want to argue with you, so he walks back over to a seat, pulling out his phone. Not even twenty minutes later you’re making your way over to him, heels in hand. You plop down in a seat beside him, sighing. He stands up after a couple of minutes, holding out his hands. You reach your hand out to take his, but he shakes his head. You furrow your brows but hold out your heels for him. He takes them and puts them back on your feet, despite your protests. He then takes your hands and helps you up, looping your arm through his as he walks with you. You lean into him pretty heavily as he leads you on the short walk back to the hotel.

Once you’re back inside the room with Nathan, he leads you over to the bed, guiding you to sit on the edge of it. He bends down and removes your heels, tossing them with the rest of the stuff. He hands you a makeup wipe from your bag and prompts you to take your makeup off, which you do, very ineffectively. He gets you a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen tablets, handing both to you before taking the makeup wipe from you.

Next, he hands you your pajamas before grabbing his t-shirt and shorts, stepping into the bathroom to change. When he exits the bathroom, you’ve changed and already curled up under the covers on the bed. He puts his suit in its rightful place before moving to pick up your dress and fold it neatly on top of your suitcase. Lastly, he grabs his cell phone and sits down on the couch, yawning.

“Nathan?” You murmur, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes?” He asks, from his spot on the couch.

“We can share the bed.” You say, turning over to face him. You offer him a sleepy smile, which he returns with a shake of his head.

“It’s okay. Get some sleep.” He says, moving to stretch out on the couch. He’s much too tall, though, and he can’t get comfortable. He tosses and turns, trying every position he can think of to get comfortable enough to sleep.

“I swear to whatever god is out there, Nathan, if you don’t stop moving i’m going to throw something at you.” Your voice is raspy, eyes still closed as you scold him and he smiles sheepishly at you. “Just get in the bed, you giant. I won’t bite.”

He thinks about it for a moment, but when he sees you open your eyes and glare at him, he nods and gets up, moving to take the other side of the bed. He slips under the covers, trying very carefully not to touch you or move the comforter too much. You drift off to sleep quickly, but he lays there staring at the ceiling, thoughts consumed by how pretty you looked this evening and how peaceful you look sleeping in the bed beside him. Eventually, he falls asleep, dreaming of the day he gets to fall asleep with you in his arms.

You’re still mostly asleep as you roll over, coming face to face with Nathan. He’s still asleep and you blink, humming softly in content. You snuggle deeper into his embrace, smiling softly when his arms tighten around you involuntarily. Your eyes shoot open when you realize. You try to scoot out of his embrace, but he’s stronger than you, holding you in place as he mumbles.

“Few more minutes.” He mumbles out and you still, not having the heart to wake him. He pulls you close to him, nuzzling into your neck. You stiffen, eyes wide as you stare up at the ceiling. It only takes him a few seconds before he’s sitting up abruptly, eyes wide.

The two of you are silent as you pack everything up and check out. The ride to the airport is silent as well, neither of you really knowing what to say. Nathan gets you a coffee at the airport and you smile as you take it. Even the flight is quiet, both of you unsure of what to say. Nathan dozes next to you while you read, and you can’t help but study his face as he sleeps.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You jump at the sound of his voice, smacking him with your book.

“That was the first peace I’ve gotten all weekend, I can’t believe you ruined it.” You tease, smirking at him.

“Oh, I ruined it? You’re the one who was staring.” He says, opening his eyes and smiling at you.

“I had a good weekend and I owe that partially to you, so thank you.” You say and he nods, smiling.

“I also had a good weekend, so you’re welcome.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes at him. The two of you fall into a more comfortable silence, one that lasts until Nathan is pulling up to the apartment building and getting the bags out of his car. The two of you head upstairs, reaching your door first. You unlock it and set your stuff inside before turning to him.

“Can I take you out some -” He starts, just as you blurt out “I think I like you”.

“I like you too.” He starts, grinning as you speak over him.

“Yes, I'd like that.” You chuckle, sheepishly brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“I will call you to set up a date. Have a good evening, Y/n.” Nathan says, leaning down to peck your cheek softly. Your cheeks flush and you wave, smiling at him.

#nathan mackinnon x reader #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon fic #nhl writing #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 17

Summary: Sneasler is back and Ingo is healed, so it’s time for the team to get back to the Pearl Guild.

Author’s Note: Got another expositiony chapter, and this one is probably A Lot >_> Sorry about that. Next chapter will be better.

ALSO! I’m doing a poll about the next Derailed chapter! Y’all got one week to vote, I’m only doing one scenario. I can’t guarantee it’ll be posted before or after next chapter, but it’ll be done. The vote will close on May 21st at 12 PM PST! The link is: https://take.quiz-maker.com/poll4340898x5D6d42A0-136

Thank you @furiouskettle!

(Shippers DNI)

In one of Team Galaxy’s medical rooms, Sneasler, Ingo, and Emmet all sat in their own beds. Sneasler used reeds she collected to repair her basket. Ingo’s gem healed, so he spent his time reading the book Emmet got from Laventon. Emmet sat next to Ingo as his brother read the book. Chandelure floated above Ingo and slightly away from Emmet. Eelektross stood outside in the hallway, his head peaked into the room.

“…A region called Johto had a Magnet Train. It used two sets of magnets to levitate above the tracks and propel the train, and it could reach speeds over 400 kilometers per hour!” said Ingo. “I can’t picture that type of speed! Can you, Emmet or Sneasler?”

“It sounds cool,” Emmet said.

“Wow, that’s something,” Sneasler said. A mindless, repetitive activity could make her fall asleep, but Ingo’s talking served as good background noise while she focused on her weaving. She almost completed her task, too.

“It doesn’t seem like there were any trains in this region, which is a shame. Rescue Teams would benefit from a fast mode of transportation! We could even potentially visit multiple mystery dungeons in one day!” Ingo said.

“That… doesn’t sound… awful? Sounds like a lotta work, though.” Sneasler said. She finished weaving the basket and felt around to make sure it was sturdy.

“Eelektross, you must remember trains. Why did you not tell us what they were?” Emmet asked.

“Well, it’s hard to explain without pictures…” Eelektross twiddled his claws. “Also, I thought it’d be fun if you two rediscovered your special interest yourselves…”

“Well, I am enjoying learning about trains, so your gut instinct appears to be correct, Eelektross!” Ingo said.

“Oh, I just remembered something. Sneasler, why did you call Ingo a Warden?” Emmet asked.

Sneasler stopped inspecting her basket. She paused and turned to gaze to Emmet. “…When did I say that?” she asked.

“You called him “Warden Ingo” when you were attacking us, then you made him faint,” Emmet said without a crumb of politeness.

“That… does sound familiar,” Ingo said. His gaze took an express line to the distance. His appearance almost seemed to age as he tried to dig through his mind to find the meaning of that title. He wasn’t even sure how he knew that was a title specifically and not something else.

“Did I really say that?” Sneasler asked, almost horrified.

“Yes,” Emmet said.

Sneasler brought her hand to her mouth briefly, then she lowered it to her chin to rest on. “Warden. …It’s a term from when humans were a thing. There were… special humans who kinda acted like guardians or babysitters for the Nobles. I dunno, they liked doing it to help live with pokemon, and my ancestors liked it because they got food and respect and stuff.”

“Sneasler… I don’t remember much of what happened before I became a Sneasel. Was I a Warden?” Ingo asked.

“Well… Uh…” Sneasler scratched her head.

“Is something the matter?” Ingo asked.

“There’s… Um… Listen, there isn’t an easy way to put this. Ingo, I don’t think you used to be a human. I think you’re a weird Sneasel, but… I think… I think part of why you’re weird is because you’re some reincarnation of the Warden Ingo I knew.”

“The Warden Ingo you knew?” Emmet repeated, brows raised and scrunched to showcase his confusion.

“Sneasler, what are you on about…?” Eelektross asked.

“Oh crap, I never… UUUGH!” Sneasler held her head in her hands. “Okay, Nobles have a bunch of weird powers, and they’re mostly useless except for the one for getting out of Distorted Floors. Anyway, one of the weird things is having past Noble’s memories.”

“Is… that so?” Ingo asked.

“Y-Yeah… Ugh, listen, I have a lot of problems remembering that shit, and the further back the memories go, the blurrier they are, but… I do kinda sorta remember… there was this weird ass human that my ancestor found that became a Warden… and his name was Ingo.”

“So to confirm, you believe I am a reincarnation of human Ingo?”

“Basically. It makes sense enough. It’s been hundreds of years since he was around…”

“What of Emmet? Was there an Emmet back then?”

“I don’t think so… I dunno, I don’t remember much from that time, but there’s nothing up here about an Emmet. Unlike some folk, though, I do believe you two are genuine Sneasel twins. Like… c’mon, it’s obvious.” She gestured between Ingo and Emmet.

“And you never mentioned this… why?” Eelektross asked.

“Oh, okay, Eelektross. Tell me: how do you tell someone ‘By the way, I think you’re some reincarnation of someone that used to work for my ancestor’?” Sneasler crossed her arms and scowled at Eelektross.

“Like that,” Emmet said. He received an icy glare from Sneasler, but he was an ice-type pokemon and thus was not very affected.

“But… Ingo wasn’t some warden. Chandelure recognized Ingo’s soul. They recognized it from a different region!” Eelektross said.

Sneasler shrugged. “Maybe that’s how reincarnation works? I don’t know! I have a bunch of memories and stuff that aren’t mine, but I still know freaking nothing!”

“…I’m afraid I don’t recall much about my past to disprove your theory, Sneasler, but… something feels amiss if that is the truth,” Ingo said.

“Yeah, I dunno anymore. That’s what I thought for a long ass time, but now…” Sneasler sighed.

“What was Warden Ingo like?” Emmet asked.

“Let me think, it’s all really foggy…” She paused to think. “He was kinda a sad man. He tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious. Not quite the same as our Ingo here.”

“That’s a shame,” Ingo said. He handed the train book back to Emmet, who happily flipped through the pages again. He noticed something shiny in Sneasler’s pile of berries. He moved a couple aside and found a gold bracelet. Tarnish and dirt covered the item. Ingo rubbed away some of it and felt an engraving as he cleaned it. The engraving resembled Sneasler’s face. Ingo’s heart raced.

“What the hell?! Where did you get that?!” Sneasler asked, pointing at the bracelet.

“It was in your belongings,” Ingo said. “I apologize for grabbing it without your permission. What is it, if I may ask?”

“It’s… How did it get in my basket? It’s… a Warden bracelet. It, uh, would be given to a Warden – my ancestor’s Wardens, I mean,” Sneasler said. “…If you want it, you can keep it. I’m obviously not using it.”

Ingo finished cleaning the item. Despite its obvious age, it shined gold and blue.

“Can I have that?” Emmet asked.

“Is that okay, Sneasler?” Ingo asked.

“I dunno why you’re asking me. I told you, I’m not using it, so do whatever,” Sneasler said.

Emmet took the Warden’s bracelet and placed it around his left wrist. It dangled when he held his arm up, as it was too large for him. It stayed on, though, and Emmet liked its weight. It may not be the same as the Arc Watch, but at least his uniform was closer to Ingo’s again.

“Team Conductors, are you ready for departure?” Cyllene asked as she approached the room. “My team will escort you back to your Pearl Guild.”

“Oh, we’re departing now? I thought Rei was still tinkering with my Arc Watch,” Ingo said. Though he didn’t fully agree with the prospect, Ingo recognized that Rei was skilled with tools and the watch needed to get fixed. The gesture also acted as payment for Team Galaxy helping them, which made Ingo feel better about receiving their assistance.

“Right now, it’s more important to get you back to your guild. I’ve been trying to contact them over what happened, but there were some difficulties at the Pelliper Post,” Cyllene said.

“Alright, alright, we’ve had enough lollygagging and train talking, let’s get moving,” Sneasler said. She packed up her belongings into her basket.

“There’s never enough train talk,” Emmet said as he boarded Sneasler’s basket after a ticket punch. Ingo followed suit.

***

Both teams ventured through Eterna Forest to get back to the guild. It was a similar path Ingo and Emmet tried to take the prior night to escape a Chained Sneasler, minus the detour to the mossy rock. Ingo and Emmet rode in Sneasler’s basket while everyone else walked on foot.

Ingo was still reading the book Emmet found. While flipping through the soft, velvety pages, he found one page with the corner turned down. “What’s this?”

“Oh. I found a verrry interesting page. I wanted to show it to you,” Emmet said.

Ingo turned to the page. “”Unova’s Battle Subway”.”

“The book talks about the Battle Subway?!” Eelektross asked. Chandelure’s eyes widened, and they hovered closer to Sneasler’s basket.

“The heck is a Battle Subway?” Sneasler asked.

“It appears to be a subway that also coordinates pokemon battles. What an interesting concept!” Ingo said. He turned the page. After some silence, Ingo popped open Sneasler’s basket and poked his head out. “Chandelure and Eelektross, do these people look familiar?” Ingo held out the book, which had a picture of two humans in front of the Battle Subway.

Eelektross’ eyes went wide. “That...! That’s you two!” Next to him, Chandelure’s flames danced around happily. The picture of their young trainers fueled their flames with nostalgia.

“That’s us?” Ingo and Emmet asked at the same time.

“Wait, I gotta see this!” Sneasler said. She reached over and behind her, and Ingo placed the book into her hand.

The picture faded from age, but its colors remained true and showed Sneasler that the two humans wore monochromatic uniforms. She could understand them not recognizing their human faces (if this really was what they looked like), but she had no idea how Ingo or Emmet didn’t recognize their own poses. They pointed at the camera and at the ground. The human in white had a wide grin and strange aura. It had to be Emmet. The other human in black frowned but had a more friendly air about them. That could only be Ingo.

“Y’know, with you guys talking about being humans, I could never imagine what you two would’ve looked like. But if this really is you, then… you look like giant ass nerds,” Sneasler said.

“I think it’s from when the Battle Subway as still new… Wow…” Eelektross said. Tears started forming.

“What’s this I hear about Ingo and Emmet being human?” Laventon asked as he sped up with Team Conductors. “It may sound strange, but I believe it! There are several accounts of humans turning into pokemon, you know! Ghost pokemon are probably the most obvious examples, but…”

Sneasler tuned out Laventon’s lecture. Her gaze lingered on “Ingo”. Picking at the memories at the back of her head, Sneasler thought of Warden Ingo as a depressed mess of a human barely holding onto sunshine. But the Ingo in the picture not only looked younger but cheerier and happier.

Either this wasn’t the first time Warden Ingo was reincarnated, or there was something else happening that she didn’t understand.

The Noble got lost in her thoughts while the twins tried to explain to Laventon that they didn’t have their human memories yet and thus couldn’t contribute to his research. It took a familiar voice to pull her out of her head.

“Sneasler! I smell Sneasler!” a newcomer said.

“Arcanine?!” Sneasler asked.

Arcanine ran toward them from the group’s right. When he was in view, Cyllene sidestepped to avoid him pouncing straight onto Sneasler. Her basket didn’t break, but Ingo and Emmet were thrown out of it. “Hey, you’re not angry!”

“I am now!” Sneasler said from underneath Arcanine. “I just fixed my damn basket!”

“Oh, sorry! You and your little bros have been gone for a few days, so everyone is all scared!” Arcanine said as he stepped off Sneasler.

“Good day, Lord Arcanine!” Ingo said. “What do you mean by “everyone”?”

“I know that voice!” Palina, with Lian on her back, caught up with Arcanine and the group.

“You’re all okay, thank the Almighty!” Lian said. “We heard Lady Sneasler got Chained and we all got worried…”

“Thank you as always for your concern, Lian,” Ingo said.

“Seriously, what happened?” Palina asked. “There was a massive forest fire in Veilstone, and Noble Basculegion saw Sneasler with glowing red eyes, then she vanished…”

“There was a forest fire?!” Rei asked.

“…Hey Chandelure, how much fire did you use in our fight?” Sneasler asked Chandelure. The rest of Team Conductors faced the ghost pokemon to see their answer. Chandelure glanced between everyone, smiled, and shrugged sheepishly. Eelektross facepalmed.

“Ah, there you are…” Kleavor approached the group at a slow, steady pace.

“Good day, Lord Kleavor,” Ingo said.

“You.” Sneasler narrowed her eyes at Kleavor.

“Ah, Sneasler…” Kleavor stared at Sneasler directly in the eyes.

“I am Emmet. Look at this,” Emmet said. He climbed back into Sneasler’s basket, rummaged around its contents, and held up the Toxic Plate.

Arcanine and Kleavor jumped. “You still have your plate?! That’s amazing!” Arcanine asked.

“That’s…!” Kleavor coughed and collected himself. “Not bad, Sneasler.”

“Perhaps we should continue our journey to the Pearl Guild?” Ingo said as he returned to the basket. “Based on your reactions to locating us, we should return to Guildmaster Irida posthaste.”

“If the Nobles plan to return with you to your guild, then this is as far as my team needs to go, I assume?” Cyllene said.

“Oh, you’re Cyllene, correct?’ Kleavor said.

“You know her?” Sneasler asked.

“Yes! Cyllene wants the Guildmaster rank!” Laventon said. “And to get that rank, you need the approval of at least six Nobles in addition to the Pelliper Post Office.”

“Oh.” Another Noble thing she didn’t know about, Sneasler thought.

“Impressive. I hope she reaches her destination!” Ingo said.

“Wait, Cyllene, we can’t leave them yet! I still want to repair Ingo’s watch!” Rei said.

“You won’t mind if we tagged along?” Laventon asked the Nobles.

“I’m sure Irida wouldn’t mind!” Lian said. “We don’t get visited by independent teams much. And you helped Ingo and Emmet, right? That’s good enough for a visit!”

“Very well. I accept the invitation then,” Cyllene said. “Thank you for allowing us to join you.”

“Yeah! The more, the merrier! Let’s get back now!” Arcanine ducked his nose under Sneasler and threw her upwards. She, along with Ingo and Emmet, landed on Arcanine’s back and held on as Arcanine took off back to the Pearl Guild.

“AAAALL ABOOARD?!” Ingo and Emmet said as they took off deeper into the forest. Everyone else had to run to keep up with the eager Noble.

***

Gaeric didn’t often take the role of sentry duty, as his duties as the guild’s nurse kept him busy. But because all the rescue teams were out searching for Lady Sneasler or performing rescue missions with the remain Nobles, only he and housekeeper Calaba were left to mind sentry duty. Since Calaba had a bad back, she took gate opening duty while he took the lookout tower.

“We got visitors!” Gaeric stared down the binoculars. He announced into the megaphone, “They are Lord Arcanine, Lord Kleavor, Lady Sneasler, Team Conductors, and-!”

Gaeric stopped his announcement upon hearing frantic wing flapping and a one-Glaceon stampede. Calaba couldn’t open the gate fast enough. Irida and Chatot ducked underneath the opening gate to greet the guests and see if Gaeric’s announcement was correct.

Outside the gates, Sneasler was still on Arcanine’s back. Kleavor, Eelektross, and Rei all had to catch their breaths. Cyllene and Chandelure had no issues keeping pace with Arcanine due to their abilities. As for Laventon, he used the winds to fly and follow them without moving a single foot.

“Incredible! It is you!” Chatot said at Sneasler and the twins in her basket. Ingo and Emmet hopped out to face Chatot on even footing. “I had no doubts you would return, but the guildmaster…”

Irida shook her nerves off, collected herself, and stepped up to face Ingo and Emmet. “Welcome back, Team Conductors. I’m glad you and Lady Sneasler returned in one piece!”

“Good day, Clan Leader Irida,” Ingo said. “We apologize for our delayed return. If I may ask, what have we missed while we were away?”

“A lot of things… I am so glad…” Irida gave Ingo, Emmet, and Sneasler a large but soft smile. “But first and foremost, Azelf, Uxie, and Mespirit wish to talk to you.”

***

In the Pearl Guild’s infirmary, Mespirit floated around the room and opened each cabinet and drawer, one at a time. A transparent Azelf followed Mespirit and almost encouraged their sibling to inspect every item they find with silent support and little cheers at interesting things. Uxie sat on their bed and watched the chaos unfold. Their once-cracked gems had healed.

“Whoa, you actually are awake!” Sneasler said as she entered the room with Ingo and Emmet in tow.

“Good day, Lake Guardians! It is an honor to meet you properly. My name is Ingo.” He saluted and tipped his hat to the three.

“I am Emmet. You aren’t broken anymore.”

“Emmet, that was rude,” Ingo said.

“Good to meet you, and he is not wrong,” Mespirit said. “Our lifeforces were split into pieces, after all. It is infuriating, but we are back now.”

“P-pardon me? Your lifeforces have been split?” Ingo asked.

“Yes. From what Irida told us, you know of the Red Chain, but you don’t know how it is made,” Uxie said. “The Red Chain is constructed from pieces of our lifeforces. We suffer minimal ill effects when we make one Chain, but thirteen Chains have been constructed.”

“Thirteen?!” Sneasler said.

“Correct,” Uxie said. “As a result of our lifeforces being stolen, my siblings and I were on the brink of death by the time you and your peers found us.”

“But you seem fine now,” Emmet said.

“Yes, and that’s because several of the Chains have been destroyed, returning our lifeforces to us!” Azelf said. “Your group has a large hand in that, right? You must have powerful wills!”

“Hold on. I heard that Ursaluna and Avalugg were freed, so only eleven should have been destroyed,” Sneasler said. “What about the other two?”

“Those Chains still exist, so we are not back to full strength,” Mespirit said. “As soon as we are back to our original strength, our attacker will wish he never did it!”

“If I may ask, do you know the location of the remaining Chains?” Ingo asked.

“And who hurt you?” Emmet added.

“Unfortunately, we do not know the location of the remaining Chains,” Uxie said. Ingo noted that they almost seemed depressed from having to say that. “We do know the identity of the one who attacked us, but we will share that once all the relevant pokemon who want to know all meet. For now, we wait.”

“Right. I’m still at the Diamond Guild,” Azelf said. Their body began flickering. “See you all later!” Azelf, or rather their astral projection, disappeared.

“Likewise, I know Uxie wishes to speak with you in private. I shall depart and thank nurse Gaeric for taking care of us,” Mespirit said. They flew past Eelektross and Chandelure and into the guild.

“Lady Sneasler, thank you for coming to Lake Acuity. I fear for what might have happened to me and my siblings had you and your team not shown in time,” Uxie said. “I owe you another one.”

“Cool, thanks, Uxie. Since you’re probably not doing much else, mind if I cash in those favors now?” Sneasler asked.

Uxie nodded. “What can I do for you?”

“These two got some memory problems.” Sneasler picked up both Ingo and Emmet by the scruff of their necks, one twin in each hand. “You’re the Being of Knowledge and all. Think you can help them shake off their amnesia?”

“I will see what I can do,” Uxie said.

Sneasler placed Ingo and Emmet back down. Uxie first floated in front of Ingo no more than 5 centimeters away from his face. Ingo stared at Uxie’s forehead gem, which had a faint red glow. After a moment, Uxie floated to the side and stood in front of Emmet. Emmet turned his gaze to the side to avoid eye contact (even if Uxie’s eyes were closed).

Uxie furrowed their brow and rose to face Sneasler. “I will be able to help Emmet recall his old memories. I will not help Ingo, however.”

“What? Why not?” Emmet asked.

“What, it’s something even you can’t do?” Sneasler asked.

“It is not that I cannot help him. It is that I refuse to,” Uxie said.

“You refuse to?” Emmet asked. His smile turned cold as anger rose within him. “If you can only restore one of our memories, do it for my brother.”

Uxie floated down to face Emmet directly. “My abilities are not absolute. I have the ability to restore memories, but I will only do so if I can safely.”

“Do you mean to tell us that you can’t restore mine safely?” Ingo asked. After an affirmative nod from Uxie, he continued. “Are you certain there’s no possible way?”

“Ingo, your mind is held together by duct tape and rusty screws. Would you like to know what could happen to you if one little thing goes wrong during your memory restoration?” Uxie faced Ingo directly. “You can suffer complete memory loss with no hope of restoration. You can lose the ability to form new memories. You can gain debilitating anxiety, severe depression, or even a complete personality change. You may enter a comatose state. You may even di-.”

“We get it!” Eelektross said. He covered Emmet’s ears during the listing. He didn’t want Emmet’s anxiety to go through the roof from picturing the effects Uxie described.

“…That is just a few of the possibilities,” Uxie said.

Sneasler’s mouth hanged open. “Duct tape? Rusty screws? How… how?!” She vaguely gestured at Ingo. “Ingo is fine. He’s a bit weird, but so is Emmet! They’re twins, for Arceus’ sake! What the hell is the difference between them that makes it such a big deal for you, Uxie?!”

“That is a simple answer. Emmet only has one case of amnesia. Ingo has two,” Uxie said.

“WHAT?!” Emmet and Sneasler asked simultaneously.

“I… lost my memories twice?” Ingo looked down at his hands. He rubbed the familiar fabric of his sleeve between his claws.

“Yes. Severe sudden memory loss takes a toll on the mind and spirit, but the mind can be stable. Two cases, however? I am amazed that you are a functioning person. You would need a being more powerful than me to restore your memories safely. Otherwise, you will have to recover them naturally. My apologies.” Uxie bowed in the air to Ingo.

Ingo found himself at a loss of words. Not even his train of thought could form something coherent.

“…But you can still assist me?” Emmet asked. He didn’t care as much about restoring his memories as much as Ingo, but if him remembering their past could help Ingo, that would be enough.

“Yes. I should be able to restore yours safely,” Uxie said. “You should know you’ll only immediately recall the most recent memories. Older memories will come back gradually but surely.”

“That’s fine. I will do it,” Emmet said.

***

In Ingo and Emmet’s tent, Emmet laid down in his bed, his coat splayed as a bedsheet and hat on his chest. Uxie floated above and behind him. Ingo, Sneasler, and Chandelure hovered around Emmet, and Eelektross watched from the entryway.

“I will need everyone to exit,” Uxie said. “I need to reduce possible distraction, and this will not be pleasant to witness.”

“…Can I remain in this station?” Ingo asked. “I want to be here for Emmet. Or is it too dangerous?”

“…If you wish to stay, you can,” Uxie said. “But know that any interference with my process could cause permanent damage.”

Ingo sat on the floor. Emmet offered his hand to Ingo, which Ingo accepted and held.

Chandelure was the first to exit the tent. With arms crossed and indecision on her face, Sneasler stepped out as well. Eelektross had to move to let the other two exit, so he was the one who closed the tent. The three didn’t leave and instead sat outside, waiting.

Emmet closed his eyes. His smile stayed on his face. Uxie hovered just above the ground and laid their hands on Emmet’s temples.

Uxie’s three gems glowed. “Let us begin.”

#pmd lost tracks of time #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #submas #pmd au #yes i had to pull out wikipedia for one piece of dialogue lol #ALSO I REMEMBERED TO ADD THE POLL THIS TIME #I meant to do that last chapter lmao

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