#i felt the same when noah died

[pinkmandias]

these quotes from rian johnson are exactly why i loved breaking bad so much and stopped watching the w*lking d**d after they fully admitted to needlessly and brutally killing off characters to drive the story forward/service other characters/upset their audience

[ssvnriseya]

NEED YOU (D.D)

summary - you and daryl were in a fight and he got jealous when he saw you with another man.

warnings - MDNI 18+ oral, (m! receiving) p in v, breeding kink, daddy kink, pet names, dom!daryl × sub!reader, virgin! reader, jealousy, age gap (reader! in her early 20's, daryl! in his mid 40's), loss of virginity, aftercare, intended lowercase.

note - okay! second time writing smut, hope you like it. lol, i'm really hoping it's the smut of your expectation, this is my longest, probably about six or five thousand words?!

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"we brought dinner." daryl spoke, holding the raccoon up when the gate opened.

"they're okay, they're okay." aaron assured the guy on guard duty when he and eric entered, your group all held their guns by their side.

you smiled warmly at the man when his gaze landed on you, ready to make a good impression and give this place a chance, for judith and all of you.

he then looked back at aaron and the rest of your group walked in, you almost felt embarrassed with the clothes you had on, dirty hospital scrubs.

it was rather dirty and older compared to their clean clothes, you have tried everything to find other clothes but your group's luck and hope ran out ever since beth and tyreese died, you all didn't even get lucky with the village you all checked out.

just as the gate was about to close there was a walker, groaning and trying to get to them. rick nodded at sasha and she raised her sniper, shooting the walker.

"you all should probably talk to deanna first." aaron said as they looked around them in awe, how could something like this place still stand?

"but before that, give up your guns. you stay, you give us your guns." the smug looking guy said, you looked at rick for his reaction.

"we don't even know if we want to stay." rick growled, the smug guy shrugged and aaron frowned at him. he assured rick and the group.

"it's just a precaution, if you want to stay though, you can get your guns back when you go outside the walls." he quickly said and explained.

rick nodded and the group lined up, placing their guns on the cart carefully, some sending a glare on the alexandrians.

"you'll talk to deanna first, then i can show you your houses." aaron said casually, your mouth was gaped open.

"as in plural? you're really giving us houses, for free?" you said at him in disbelief, a few of your group members chuckling at you.

"it isn't the same world anymore, where you have to pay for a piece of shit of a land, and pay more to construct a house." daryl frowned, remembering something.

how he worked his ass off on his work to pay rent and getting paid low, not even enough to save up for a piece of land.

"okay." you said, shrugging as you watched rick go into deanna's house.

"what do you think she'll ask? like do you have a husband, a daughter, or an affair or something?" you blabber to the ear next to you, not realizing it's daryl as you stared at the house, as if waiting for rick to come out crying.

when someone grunted, you turned to see daryl drowning, as usual.

"okay, fine. be that way." you pouted at him and turned away from him, when rick came out, abraham, glenn, noah, rosita and others went next.

all of you was done by the time the sun was almost going down but still blazing hot.

basically deanna just asked you about how you survived outside the walls, what you did to survive, and she bragged about being a political. you tuned her out for most of that.

"we're going to stay in the house together for tonight, rick said." you told daryl who was at the porch and staring into nothing.

"‘m coming in a few minutes." he spoke and you nodded entering the house, you saw rick come out of the hallway and you were shocked.

"oh my— is that you, rick?!" you teased him, he smiled at you warmly.

"shower's free. there's a few clothes for you on the counter by a folk here." rick said as he turned to michonne to watch her reaction.

you snickered at him, he was like a school boy all over again. like getting a haircut and seeing if your crush liked it.

you showered quickly and changed into a pair of pink pajamas. "shower and brushing is refreshing." you sighed as you stretched onto the mattress.

"oh my goodness, for the couples here tonight, please refrain yourselves from like you know..." you teased the couples, most likely rosita and abraham.

abraham smirked at you, "why don't you explore here, go and find someone to bump uglies with." he laughed followed by a few others.

you didn't notice the way daryl rolled his eyes from the corner, an angry expression on his face.

"maybe, i will. once we get settled in here nicely, when we don't have to worry about things anymore... i actually want to find someone to be with me for the rest of my life." you whispered to abraham as a few others engaged into a conversation themselves.

"i hope you find that, little one." he smiled at you like a big brother would, and patted your hair.

"deanna's hosting a party?" rosita asked where you, rosita, maggie, tara, sasha and michonne sat around in the living room.

"yeah, she said tonight." tara nodded, you six had nothing to do as the other went on to explore outside.

"they really don't know anything about what's outside these walls... if they still can think about hosting parties." you sighed.

"deanna said that this place was right from the start, they just built up those walls for protection." michonne shrugged, drinking her coffee.

"they're spoiled, never really knowing how to fight." maggie agreed, it was like a normal morning again... chatting with your friends with no worries about what might happen later.

"well, if she's hosting a party... let's find clothes to wear and might just enjoy the liquors there." sasha raised her brows up and down, suggestively.

you all chuckled and agreed with her, promising each other to go together in the garage where almost hundreds of free clothes were.

you parted from them and went to find daryl, if it wasn't that obvious, you like him, deeply.

you always went to find reasons to be near him but as far as you know, daryl didn't care about you. almost hating your presence whenever you volunteered to go with him on dry runs.

you have tried everything to get closer to him but he always seemed to find a way to push you away. he ignores you most of the time, says harsh words, avoid you completely.

but even though he's like that, you never gave up, always comforting him when you noticed he was down.

you still pursued your feelings for him after all these years, thinking that you might have a chance with someone like him.

how can you not like him? he was selfless, he was kind, he was caring, he cares for judith like he was her uncle, and most of all, he loves.

it might not be that obvious but you know that he loves, so that's why you hoped that he will love you too, not like a friend, but more than that.

but being here made you realize a few things, daryl is never the type of guy to settle down for relationships, even before the end of the world, as merle said.

daryl has priorities and being in a relationship like you wanted was never one of them, he was a guy who never believed in love.

daryl is an emotionally unavailable man, he was all about surviving, so you know he never will have time for shitty relationships, as he said when you asked him one day.

"d–do you ever want to be in a relationship? when we find a safe place?" you asked him as you stared into the fire, you and him were guarding camp and the rest were asleep.

"don't have time f' shitty relations'." he grunted, and you know that was the end of the conversation.

you both were the total opposite, and you know total opposites never work.

he was shy, you weren't, you were talkative, he wasn't, he doesn't love to express his emotions, you do. and there was so much more to it.

just thinking about all of it makes your heart break, maybe it was really time to move on from him, you never even had a chance in the first place.

now that you were in a safe place with the group you considered your family, you were happy.

the group was happy, mostly, rick and daryl still didn't trust this place for a bit.

but you know that someday they will when they had a chance to see the potentials of this neighborhood.

"you're going to move on from him, starting tonight, at the party." you whispered to yourself as you found yourself staring at him, sitting at the porch.

"hey, daryl!" you waved at him, you were shocked how you felt that your heart wasn't going to jump out of your chest anymore, unlike before.

maybe you really were starting to move on.

"deanna has a party, are you coming?" you asked him, squinting your eyes as the sun glared at you from above.

"the rest of the group is coming..." you quickly added as he wore his angry face.

"don't have time f' parties, all you ever do is party. what about waking up, huh? you're back in yer' own lil' world, caring all about drinking."

he spoke long, you can feel your heartstrings breaking. of course, he still remembers.

you, him, and beth escaped the prison together, when you were by the fire, eating snake... you missed everyone, you can't think about anything else so you want to forget.

so you suggested to go find liquors, but daryl didn't respond and beth seemed to realize something, you had a tantrum and left them there, beth following you after cursing daryl for making you upset.

beth was a curious young girl, only a two year or four year gap between you, so she asked why you still want to drink after all that's happened. so you happily explained how the drink makes you forget all the pain and memories, at least just for a while. you both spent days and nights being brats to daryl.

so you, beth, and daryl found a golf club where you and beth tried to find any alcohol, only finding peach schnapps. you immediately declined it.

and daryl had a rampage, throwing the bottle away and leading you and beth to a cabin, full of moonshine.

then it all went downhill there, you guys drank and after, you burned the house down and daryl taught beth how to hunt.

you all found a parlor home and went to stay there but it got attacked by a small herd and daryl told you and beth to wait for him by the road, where you got taken.

you both woke up in a hospital, then worked there. then the group came for you after a week or two. dawn never had the intention of letting you go so she grabbed beth and carol.

then that's where it happened, dawn died... along with beth. you went out of your room and instantly ran to the group.

"okay... but you don't have to be an asshole in everything, i miss her too and i regret that i wasn't even able to save her!you think it's just you? well sorry to disappoint you i was there too!" you said and walked away from the house, tears brimming your eyes when you remembered beth.

he didn't have to be a super asshole about it, he could've just declined you nicely and you wouldn't have to be remembered of beth.

the party only didn't mean alcohol... your group might meet new people, and neighbors, that's if rick decided to settle down here.

"hey, maggie. you're more beautiful tonight!" you complimented her as glenn has his arms around maggie's waist.

"hey, abe, watch rosita tonight, men are eyeing her." you warned him with a smile as you walked further into the party.

you were still upset at daryl but you didn't let it ruin your mood tonight, you greeted a few people from alexandria before walking towards the rest of your group.

"hi, you're all so handsome and beautiful tonight." you hugged them and kissed their cheeks.

"where's robin hood?" carol asked, her gaze around the party, trying to find the redneck.

"he didn't want to come..." you explained.

"well, you go enjoy the party, honey. me and rick just have something to discuss." she told you like a mother would, making you smile.

"okay, carol." you smiled and walked away from them, grabbing yourself a glass of juice when you walked by the table. you felt a presence beside you but ignored them.

"hi, i'm lance." a voice beside you spoke, you turned and smiled at the charming man.

"hi..." you greeted and said your name. he held out his hands for you to shake and you shook it.

there wasn't any spark or whatsoever that you felt with daryl when you held his hands when there were times you were scared, and he let you.

"you wanna get out of here? you know for fresh air, it's too stuffy here." he chuckled and you nodded quickly, you felt suffocated inside deanna's home.

he held your wrist softly as he guided you out of the house, you both arrived at the porch as fresh air quickly surrounded you.

"i hate parties, but at least it's a reminder of what the world used to be, right?" you asked him as you walked with him at the sidewalk, side by side.

"yeah, i arrived here three months ago. and they really don't know what they're doing out there." he agreed.

"a–are you like looking past friendship?" you whispered at him shyly, because you weren't. you were still moving on from daryl and you didn't want to use him.

he shakes his head and laughed. "god, no. i'm gay, but it's not obvious as i'm hiding it from deanna." he said.

"you don't have to hide it, no one will hate you for who you are. it's a new world." you assured him, placing a hand on his biceps.

"thankfully you don't want to, because i'm still hung up on a boy i liked." you chuckled bitterly.

"he's a dick if he doesn't see who you are, i've just been with you for like five minutes and i can see how sweet you are in an instant, it's his fault for not seeing it." he spoke.

"but seriously, you don't have to hide... look at eric and aaron for example." you told him, you leaned in to hug him.

someone cleared their throat and you quickly turned your head to the side in nervousness.

"d-daryl." you said and quickly dropped your hands to the side, he took long strides toward you and grabbed your wrists tightly and dragged you with him.

"w–wait! i'm sorry, lance!" you shouted at the man who chuckled and waved his hands.

he dragged you into rick's house and into his basement room.

"w–what's wrong with you?!" you shout at him in confusion, along with frustration.

"what's wrong with m'? what's wrong with ye'?!" he asked as he let go of you.

"why are you turning the question? i was having a conversation and you dragged me away!" you scolded him.

"you shouldn't be talking to some guy! you trust too easy!" he taught you, something you knew already.

"he's a nice guy." you spoke softer, mistaking his intentions of dragging you away, you thought that he was just worried about you.

"yer' mine, got it? don't care if he's nice." he suddenly mumbled lowly.

"w-what?" you asked, confused. how can he just claim you like that?! you can feel your heart beating so fast it might get out of its cage.

he didn't speak and kissed you roughly, you froze and felt sparks flew to you, you can feel the heat in you.

you gasped and opened your mouth to protest but he used that to enter his tongue in your mouth.

he pulled away, "dar—" you tried to speak but he kissed you again, shutting you up.

you can't help but moan when he squeezed your breast, arching your back, and your head back.

"ahm– da–daryl..." you groaned as he began attacking your neck, your one hand was placed on the bed to support your weight as the other was on his hair.

your grip tightened on his hair as he sucked on your sweet spot making him groan.

"need you, sweetheart." daryl said as he pulled away, you looked into his eyes and saw it full of desire and love.

you nodded and tried to pull off your shirt, when you can't do it, out of nervousness, daryl helped you.

he took in the sight of you in a pink lace bra as he bit his lips, making you squirm and feel even more hot, if that was possible.

he suddenly attacked the top of your breasts as his hands went around you, unclipping your bra and taking it off of you.

"fuck, baby. this just for m'?" he asked and you nodded as you bit your lip, he took one in his hands while he placed another in his mouth.

"daryl..." you moaned as he massaged the other and sucked on the other one.

your hands found their way in your jeans, but due to its rough fabric you can't get friction.

you unclipped your jeans and tugged on them, to pull them down, daryl's other hand helping you as he guided your back to the mattress.

he pulled away from your breasts making you whine, "needy, huh?" he asked as he slipped the jeans of your feet.

he almost wants to take a shot of your body, nearly naked and out of breath, hair out of place.

he started unbuttoning his shirt as she sat up and helped him, almost needy to take the shirt off of him.

he let you do the work and after it was all unbuttoned, you stood up to slip it off his torso.

he sat on the bed as you stayed standing, he tugged on his belt and gestured it to you.

you tilted your head in confusion, before he pointed to his noticeable large bulge, making you nod in embarrassment.

you kneeled in front of him, between his legs as you looked up at him, he nodded at you, encouraging you.

you slowly took off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper as you tugged on it, he raised his hips as you pulled it down, along with his underwear.

your mouth parted in shock as you gulped, looking at him, he looked right back at you with lust.

"h-how's that gonna fit? i-it's so big..." you shyly said as you let your gaze drift down to his cock again.

it stood proudly, the tip touching his stomach, the veins in it noticeable, you also noted of his angry red tip.

"it will fit, you will figure it out, baby girl... daddy will take care of you later, okay?" he spoke in a gentle voice, making you nod.

you were determined to fit him on your mouth and cunt, even if it will squeeze him tightly.

you kitten licked his tip, almost looking like it was to taste the pre-cum dripping down.

you felt foreign to the salty flavor but licked him again making him groan in pleasure.

if he was making that reaction it might feel good for him, and you wanted to make him feel good tonight.

you entered the tip of his angry cock in your mouth, slowly. you took more of him until he reached the back of your throat, and it was hardly half of him.

you placed your hand on his thigh and the other on his stomach, pressing it down.

you raised him out of your mouth then took him again, you looked up at him through your eyelashes as he continued moaning in pleasure. it makes you wet as his voice and moans vibrate.

you moved your mouth up and down faster, each hitting the back of your throat each time making you gag and teary.

he held a good amount of your hair and helped your head in and out of his cock.

"that's it, sweetheart..." he moaned as he moved your head faster, through your hair.

"augh– augh." you gagged again as his tip hit the back of your throat hardly.

"fuck, baby girl... yer' mouth 's so fucking warm, daddy might fuck this mouth f' day to night..." he cursed as he moaned, nearing his release.

you were so turned on by his moans and the things he was saying to you that you pressed your hands harder where they are.

"fuck, baby... 'm near... jus' keep goin'..." he encouraged you, you removed your hands off him.

you placed your hands on the remainder of his cock that your mouth can't take and synchronized it to the rhythm of your mouth.

he was so long and thick that even though it was your mouth and two hands wrapped around him there was still a part uncovered.

how does he hide this monstrous cock in his jeans? it was so long and thick you know it might not even fit you.

he moaned non-stop and then you felt his cum rushing down your throat.

he came in your mouth as he tried to catch his breath, you waited for his cum to stop releasing then pulled him out of your mouth, swallowing his semen.

you wiped the liquid that went down your chin, he looked like he was so proud of you and that made you so happy.

his thumb found its way in your lips, "show m', baby. ye' took it all, hm?"

you nodded eagerly, you opened your mouth and held your tongue out as he examined your mouth.

he nodded proudly and kissed your forehead. "good girl, daddy's proud of you..." he praised you, you whimpered at his words, making him smile.

"i-i need you in me, daddy..." you pleaded with him as if your life depended on it.

"so eager fer m', huh?" he laughed, and you nodded desperately. you couldn't stand the aching heat in your core anymore.

"p–please..." you whispered as you reached out for his cock, he stepped back with a smile making you whine.

"don't be a brat, baby girl... daddy will give it to ya. just wait, 'lright?" he whispered in your ear, you nodded.

"okay..." you plastered on a smile at him as he grabbed you by the waist, grabbing you by the waist and pushing you to the bed, gently.

"you ready fer daddy, baby?" he asked you as he teasingly rubbed his tip at your aching core, covered in your cotton panties.

"s–so ready, daddy..." you moaned at the sensation of something making contact with your clit.

it was a sight to see, your cotton underwear soaked wet with your slick.

his fingers found their way on the hem of your underwear, he slowly took it off, groaning as he saw your wet cunt.

it was pinkish, and puffy and very visibly wet. you felt shy and tried to close your thighs but he held out his hands to stop them.

"nuh–uh, baby girl... daddy wants to see his baby's pussy, okay?" he talked to you, softly.

"yes, daddy." you moaned and tried to raise your hips to feel his tips, but his hands moved your waist down, stopping you.

"daddy's goin' in, baby..." he said.

you felt his tip making contact with your aching core, you hissed in pain as he slowly entered.

"ye okay, sweetheart?" he asked as he pushed another inch into you, he waited for you to respond.

"y-yes, dare... keep going, i–i'm fine." you closed your eyes in the hope of making the pain disappear.

"fuck, baby girl. you're so tight around me..." he also hissed but in pleasure.

he pushed an inch every other minute as he patiently waited for you to adjust to his length.

he furrowed his eyebrows in worry at you as he saw a tear slipped down your cheeks.

"we don't have to do this, sweetheart..." he assured you as he went to pull back but you held his wrist and shook your head as a no.

"i-it's okay..." you nodded at him, and he sighed before kissing you and asking you to take deep breaths.

"jus' focus on me, darling..." he told you and you nodded, you didn't know it would feel this painful.

he pushed the rest of him into you, making you gasp in pain. he did it at one swift move.

you can feel yourself stretched more than ever, you can feel yourself around him, you felt so full.

almost complete, like he was the only one who was supposed to be inside of you.

like his monstrous cock was made for you, and you only. you closed your eyes as you took deep breaths.

"w–why did you do that?!" you hissed at him as you hit his biceps.

he looked guilty and sorry, "sorry, baby... it's better this way, one instant pain, get it?" he kissed your tears and held your chins in his hand.

you nodded in understanding, and he waited for you to adjust to him completely.

you nodded at him as a signal to start moving, he grinned and kissed your forehead.

he pulled out slowly before going back in, then out then in again. you felt a slight pain but it disappeared as he thrusted in again.

the pure pain changed into a mixture of pure pleasure, you held onto his shoulders and biceps, burrying your face into his neck as you moaned.

"daryl... oh goodness!" you whimpered as he thrust into you faster when he noticed you felt pleasure instead of pain.

"fuck, baby... you feel s'good around m'cock... yer' cunt was made fer me." he groaned as if reading your mind just moments ago.

you wrapped your legs around his waist to bury his cock deeper into you.

every time he thrust his tip hit your g-spot making you moan again and again, you don't even know if you will still be able to speak tomorrow.

he kissed your neck as your hands tugged on his hair and gripped his biceps tightly.

"moan fer daddy, baby." he whispered against your neck making you shiver.

"d–daddy... faster!" you moaned and held onto him tightly, you begged him to go faster and he happily obliged.

"you want daddy to fuck a baby into ya? so you can't talk to any other guy? huh?" he roughly asked.

you nodded, "p–please daddy..." you begged him as he grinned.

"please what?" he teased as he slowed his pace making you whine.

"please, daddy. fill your babies in me..." you said out of pure pleasure and desire to come.

"i will, sweetheart... i will make you carry daddy's babies." he roughly talked to you.

"i-i'm nearing!" you moaned at his ear again and again as he felt you clench around him.

you closed your eyes in pleasure as it felt heavenly... you felt so good.

"not yet, baby, not until daddy says so. you don't want to upset daddy, right?" he asked you.

you shook your head with a whimper, "n–no, daddy... i'm sorry." you apologized.

"good girl." he praised you making you clench your walls around him tighter than ever.

all he felt was pure bliss, he can hardly move in your tightness against him, and it felt so good.

"please, daddy. let me come..." you moaned as you kissed him, he moved his lips into you roughly, his beard tickling you.

"wait for daddy, i'm almost near..." he threw back, you nodded and bit your lip, you can't wait anymore.

you need to come now, but you didn't want to upset him so you held yourself from cumming.

he thrusted faster, obviously nearing too. the sounds of skin slapping together along with moans and grunts was all the room was filled with.

his balls hit your ass every time he thrust and that's where you always knew he was deep into you, he always hit into your g-spot.

"cum with daddy, baby." he growled into your ear, his movements going fast.

you let out a loud pornographic moan as you came, panting as he thrust into you.

he slowed and you can feel the liquid inside you, his cum to be precise. he came inside you.

he pulled out slowly and dropped beside you, you both were breathless, trying to catch your breaths.

"t–that was my first time, thank you..." you shyly thanked him as it felt good, you'd rather it be him than anyone else.

"really, sweetheart? yer a virgin?" he teased making you shyly nod, he stood up from the bed and went to another room then came out with a white towel.

he pressed the towel into your cunt softly as he wiped your cum and his cum that was leaking out.

"you were so good fer daddy, baby. 'm proud." he admitted and patted your head as he placed the towel away, dressing you into another clean shirt of him and put you on your underwear, he also wore his underwear and got under the covers.

also covering you with it, you laid your head against his head.

you looked up at him and pressed a kiss on his jaw as you closed your eyes.

"sleep tight, baby." he ran his fingers through your wavy blonde hair as he pressed a kiss onto your head.

he never have felt so lucky before until now, he finally had you, and he was your first time.

he was for sure jealous earlier but the best thing ever came after it.

you and him, made love, fucked, had sex, or whatever you called it.

for him it was love, he had developed feelings for you back at the prison, the first time your group found the prison.

but as a dixon he always rejected it, pushing it deep down him and not acknowledging it.

but seeing you with that man and you angry at him, fueled something into him and it lead to this.

the only one great thing he could ask for besides safety, he was happy he found you through this world.

he loves you and adores you.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

(Can I request Loki x plus!size reader) so loki and the reader are best friends and the reader is in love with Loki but he has a girlfriend his girlfriend is Sylvie maybe one night during Toni's party Sylvie went to the restroom the reader notices Loki is alone so she decides to tell Loki how much she loves him more than a friend Loki is just rude to the reader and makes one comment about her weight and tells her that he loves Sylvie the reader leaves the party early and bucky noticed he goes after the reader to make sure she is ok bucky finds the reader crying in her room bucky goes into comfort her the reader tells bucky what Loki said to her bucky tells the reader Loki is just an asshole for not making sure the reader is ok after that party the reader and Bucky spent more time together and soon developed feelings for each other and they start dating Loki is jealous when he notices the reader Bucky together Loki and Sylvie broke up they got into a stupid argument when Loki told Sylvie about what the reader said to him Sylvie broke up with Loki because she thinks Loki does have feelings for the reader so it's lokis turn to confess his love to the reader loki tells the reader he is sorry for what he said to her and that he was too blind to notice that he loves the reader and that he wants to be with her the reader tells Loki that she loves him but only as a friend because she fell in love with bucky so the reader and Loki just stay friends.

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One-sided Loki x plus size reader

Bucky x plus size reader

You figured he would feel the same or at least he would like you enough to let you down easy, but when your world begins to crumble, someone else’s hand gather the shattered pieces

Warnings: rejection, angst, unrequited love, fat shaming, Loki is an ass, friends to lovers, fluff, self-deprecation/hatred, implied smut

WC: 2k

A/N: I totally didn’t steal this title from a Noah Kahan song

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The loneliness seemed to settle into your bones like a freezing wind. The chill words of your former friend ringing in your ears, slowly ripping your spirit apart. You knew he was with someone, someone wonderful. It was selfish and a downright asshole move.

But he was standing there, dressed in an all black suit, his raven hair falling perfectly around his face, and more importantly, he was alone. Your heart hammered so loudly your vision almost shook with the force of it. Your feet carried you over to him, through the throngs of people that had crashed Tony’s party, almost as if you were under some spell. He greeted you with a smile and offered a drink but you turned him down, your courage already weening.

There was a beat of silence where the music died and there was a lull in conversation. You couldn’t stop the words if you tried, they spilled from your lips, tumbling over themselves as you stammered. “I love you.” Everything froze and the smile on his face curled into a disgusted frown.

You couldn’t remember every single thing he said but it haunted you all the same.

“How dare you.”

“I’m with someone far better than you.”

“You’re a selfish child.”

“Why would I ever want to be with someone like you?” His green eyes seared into your soft body, picking apart each and every inch of yourself that you hated. You curled in on yourself, the final blow coming when Sylvie returned to his side once more, looking like the true goddess she was. She gave you a devastatingly kind smile.

“Oh darling, you look absolutely beautiful!” She cooed, slipping perfectly under Loki’s arm as he continued to glare at you, making it a point to place his left hand scandalously low on her slim hip. So, you ran.

The pain that ripped through you was like nothing you had experienced before. Your heart was broken, your trust shattered. Fat tears dripped down your face, ruining the carefully applied makeup that you spent hours on. It all felt so stupid now. No dress or makeup or hairstyle would change you into someone you could never be. None of it would make him love you.

You locked yourself away, ripping the nice dress you had bought to shreds before burying yourself in the soft sheets of your bed. Your tears had long-since dried, leaving streaks of mascara down your full cheeks and hiccuping breaths that just wouldn’t go away.

The door to your room opened quietly, letting in a sliver of light before it shut once more. There were three heavy footsteps and then your bed dipped with the weight of another person. “I’m not going to ask if you’re ok because you obviously aren’t so I’m going to ask what you need right now.” Bucky’s voice chased away the freezing draft and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Your arm shot out from beneath your blankets, offering a hand to your friend. His melodic chuckled rumbled through the room. The mattress shifted again and suddenly Bucky was under the covers, nose-to-nose with you, his smile glinting even in the dark.

“I was an asshole tonight.” His dark eyebrows furrowed, prompting you to continue. “I-I told Loki that I was in love with him.” A comforting yet cold hand laid itself upon your wide hip, giving you a comforting squeeze.

“He said that he could never love someone like me and he- fuck- he looked at me like I was the most disgusting he had ever seen. And then Sylvie was there and she was just so nice. And… I’m an awful person.”

Bucky huffed and then tugged you closer, forcing your face into his hard chest as his mismatched arms wound around you, keeping you in place. “You’re not an awful person. You made a slightly dumb decision but everyone does that. But dumb decisions do not excuse the way that Loki spoke to you.” And only then did you finally relax, exhaustion washing over you. “We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

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Your whole body felt sore from crying, but you woke up pleasantly warm, surrounded by muscles and blankets. You had fallen asleep still tucked against your friend and apparently he hadn’t let you go for a single second. 

The morning sun fell over you both, bathing him in a beautiful light that highlighted his strong jaw, dotted with day-old stubble. Your eyes traced over the curve of his face, taking in his round nose, the smile lines beginning to appear around his eyes and the corner of his pink lips. The dark circles that were almost permanently beneath his stunning grey eyes were only now fading, leaving only a tinge of purple. 

You ran a finger down his jaw, smiling as he shivered and his arms tightened around your waist. Your touch settled on the warm skin of his neck, taking comfort in the steady beat of his pulse below your fingertips. “Thank you.” You whispered, your eyes shutting once more.

When you awoke again, Bucky was still there, holding you close.

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It had been a little over two weeks since the ‘incident that will not be named under any circumstance’ and somehow, your whole life had turned around. You no longer cared when you saw your former friend pinning Sylvie to the wall, their lips fused together in a passionate kiss even if that was quickly becoming less frequent in the past few days. You brushed off the glances your way when you and Loki were alone in a room together, however rare that would be.

Because through it all, you had a knight in shining armour to come and steal you away. Bucky kept your gaze firmly on him, his fingers constantly intertwined with yours. He showered you with praise and funny stories, bringing you gifts and food. Bucky lifted you up, reminding you just how incredible you really were. He danced with you while no music played, he cuddled you during movie nights, he held your plump thigh whenever you sat next to him. 

And soon enough, he kissed you. It was the middle of the night in the communal kitchen. You both had just demolished a truly ungodly amount of takeout and a comfortable silence had fallen over you both. One hand laid on Bucky’s chest as your giggles died. His smile slowly fell into a frown, his eyelids fluttering. 

The cold metal of his left hand settled on your soft jaw. His eyes fell to your lips and suddenly he was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your face. You don’t remember who moved first but you did know that in that moment, everything else disappeared except for him.

And when the need for oxygen became too great, Bucky didn’t pull away very far. There was barely an inch between your lips as you caught your breath. He beamed at you. “I’ve waited for so long to do that.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

Your sides hurt from laughing as you and Bucky climbed the steps up to the Avengers Tower. Your whole body trembled with giggles. “Are you serious? Steve really did that?” Bucky chuckled along with you, moving all your shopping bags into one hand so he could pull the door open for you.

“Yeah this kid who was a buck even soaking wet tried to climb up the side of a fucking building to rescue a cat.” Your giggles resumed again with an added fervour. Just as the elevator doors opened, another voice called out to you. Both you and your boyfriend turned to the source of the sound.

Loki was striding to you with a purpose, jaw set, eyes blazing with an emotion you couldn’t quite pinpoint. Bucky stiffened behind you but the comforting touch at the base of your back told you that he wasn’t mad at you. “I need to speak to you, in private.” 

“I don’t know if that’s such a great idea, all things considering.” Bucky’s words escaped his lips almost like a growl, throaty and dangerous. And you were ashamed to admit that it sent a shiver of arousal down your spine.

“Bucky, it’s ok. It’ll just be a minute.” Your gaze flicked to your partner but he just nodded.

“I’ll be upstairs, call if you need me.” He gave your elbow a secretive squeeze and disappeared behind the stainless steel doors but not without a warning glare to the other man. As soon as Bucky was out of sight, Loki breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling.

“Firstly, I do wish to apologise for how I treated you the night of Stark’s party. I was cruel to you for no reason at all and for that all I can say is that I’m sorry. You are my friend and a beautiful woman. That night I made a grave mistake.” The pounding of your heart was so reminiscent of that night. The fear, the anxiety but this time, you knew what he would say and you knew that it was now your turn. Loki took in a deep breath, his hands trembling at his sides.

“My dove, I am in love with you too. I was too blind by my own pride to see it at first but Sylvie knew. She left me, she told me that you were the one that I truly loved. So here I am, begging you to give me a chance.” He shocked you by grabbing ahold of your hands and tugging them to his cold lips. “Please my love, please let me worship you the way you deserve.”

Pity curled in your gut as he kissed your knuckles. “Loki.” He flinched and immediately released you. “I am truly sorry that you and Sylvie broke up, she obviously made you happy. And I am sorry that my actions led to this but you cannot ask me to give you a chance when you showed your true colours and hurt me so badly. You were not my friend at that moment. You made me doubt my self-worth and you made me feel awful. I know that what I did was shitty too but that is no excuse.”

“Besides that, Bucky and I have started seeing each other and I think it’s going pretty well so far. We can be friends but the trust that I had with you before is gone.” Your voice had lifted to a gentle coo, like it could possibly soften the blow. “I have nothing left to give you.”

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Bucky wouldn’t admit out loud that he was anxious. So instead, he cleaned. He knew that you had feelings for him, maybe not as deep as love- yet but only a fortnight ago, you were declaring your love for the man who, he presumed, was now telling you that he felt the same. 

Bucky loved you with his whole heart, he always had. Not only were you kind and patient with a laugh that made him melt, but you were beautiful, both inside and out. Anyone would be lucky to have you and he could not comprehend not only how Loki rejected you so cruelly but how you gave an old soldier like him a chance.

He was so caught up in scrubbing the already clean dishes that he didn’t notice the figure standing in the kitchen doorway, silently watching him work. “If you clean those dishes anymore, they’ll disappear.” His whole body sagged as you spoke.

Immediately, he abandoned his work and sprinted to you. You laughed as he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He didn’t have to say anything and neither did you. Everything he needed to know was in the way you held him close, how you kissed his temple, in how  you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

“So… do you want go fuck my brains out and then get some ice cream?” Bucky hauled you into his arms and ran faster than he ever had in his life.

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The song in our hearts

Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader

A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?

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Chapter Six - Just a drop

Lestat escorted you from the theater all the way to his house. You didn't even hesitate to go with him. It was like everything in your life was simply leading back to him.

You weren't sure if that was of your own free will or not yet. There was still a long way to go with Lestat.

As you stepped into his house you froze at the entrance of the living room. You found yourself staring at the couch. Last time you were here, Noah was bleeding out and Lestat was drinking from him…

“We can go upstairs if you wish.”

You're startled by his voice. You turn and put on a smile. “I'm okay.” You look at him. He looks at you. “It's… not a great feeling being in a room I know someone literally died in.”

Lestat caresses your chin with his finger. He guides your head toward him. “Don't think about him anymore. He's gone. Now it's just you and me.”

You keep your eyes on him, but you're thinking about the couch.

“Non, Chéri. Thoughts on me.”

“Are you always going to read my mind?”

“Not always. Only when you're clearly deep in thought.” He lowers his hand, but he doesn't tear his eyes away from you. “Which is a lot.”

“Don't get smart with me, vampire.”

He chuckles, though it sounds like he's mocking you a little. “Use my name. I like how it sounds from your lips.”

This man knows no bounds.

“You're pushing my buttons.”

“The right ones?” He grins. Lestat leans in close to your ear. “Don't deny yourself the pleasure. I'm yours, tonight, tomorrow, and every night after.”

Your breath hitches. His grin gross wide.

“You want me, non? You wrote me a song. You think about me daily. You look for me in the crowd. You took my hand and felt me bring you here. I know you. I know your thoughts.” He smirks. “Humans think of only three things most of the time. Money. Home. Sex.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine. You can't hide anything from him. He's listening to your inner thoughts.

“Damn it.”

He grins. “Just say it. Tell me what you want. Better yet, show me.”

You stare into those beautiful blue eyes. It's too late to even change your mind. He knows. You don't even bother pretending as you reach out and grab his jacket. You pull him forward and kiss him. Lestat returns the kiss hungrily, his hands clawing at your waist. You can feel his long nails digging in slightly.

He guides backwards toward the couch but you stop him. “Not here.”

He sighs against your lips. “Understood, Chéri.”

Lestat entwined his fingers with yours and guided you upstairs. You keep your eyes on him as you follow him. He moves slow, almost like a cat stalking a mouse. He guides you into a room and you both coke to a stop.

A coffin is sitting in the middle of the room. You turn your head toward Lestat slowly.

“Are you afraid?”

“You don't… want me to get in there… do you?”

Lestat leaves your side and approaches the coffin. He opens the top and let's you look inside. There's nothing in there, not that you thought there would be. He clearly sleeps here.

“Do you want to?” He asks.

“No…”

Lestat closes it again and sits on top. He looks at you for a long few moments, silence sitting heavy between you both.

“Come here.” He holds out his hand.

You stare at it. Your heart was pounding in your chest and a part of you was afraid again. Lestat had this effect on you. Even so, you reach out and take his hand. He guides you closer to him.

“There is something I want.”

He stands up, standing as close to you as possible. You can't tear your gaze away from him. You feel like you're breathing too loudly. 

Lestat smiles. “Stop thinking, Chéri.”

His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you against his chest. You have no choice but to look at him. He grins. You can see his teeth. He's not even pretending any more.

“I want a taste,” he says quietly. His accent seems thicker somehow.

“Blood?”

He grins again. Of course, your blood.

“You're nervous.”

You nod your head. Didn't you have every right to be nervous? Vampires exist and head one of them. This man who had been admiring you and your music for so long was showing you his life in the dark.

Relax.

You closed your eyes and grabbed his shirt with one hand. You heard him chuckle. He leans you back, dipping you. You can feel your own heart rate pick up, and you know he knows too.

The hair falls from your shoulder, following the rules of gravity. You're almost tempted to open your eyes and look at him, but resist.

Lestat presses his lips against your skin. You gasp softly. He teases you with small kisses, making sure you feel every single one. You want to kiss him properly. You want his lips on yours.

He chuckles. He's still reading your thoughts. “All in good time, Chéri.”

You don't even get time to process what he's doing next. A sharp pain radiates from your neck and you open your eyes wide. Lestat has bitten you. You can feel your blood in your veins. He's drinking it. Drinking you.

Both your hands cling to him now. Lestat isn't phased by it. He's too focused on how wonderful you taste. You're so warm. So full of life.

Your hand slips from his arm and Lestat detaches himself from your neck. Blood trails down his chin as he looks at you. You're looking up at him through half lidded eyes.

“Beautiful.”

Your breathing is shallow and he knows you don't have the strength to get up by yourself. He lifts you up and carries you back downstairs. He lays you down on the sofa and puts a cushion behind your head.

You look so pretty.

Lestat caresses your hair gently with one hand. He takes this time to admire you. You're still looking up at him. He smiles softly at you. You're dazed. Of course you are. He drank enough to weaken you. Enough for you to have to stay here.

He removes his hand from your hair and cuts his finger with his nail. He gazes at you with an intense look. “Some of you for some of me.” Lestat isn't entirely sure if you had comprehended what he said. Still, he brings his finger to your lips and grins as you take it. You don't even question it.

“Sleep, Chéri.” 

You give in and close your eyes. Your hand rests in Lestat's lap. He takes it in his hand, fingers resting over your pulse. He smiles.

When you wake up, you're alone. You sit up slowly and last night comes rushing back to you. The theater, Lestat, your blood. You reach up and touch your neck. There's two little lumps where his teeth had been embedded into your flesh. It wasn't a dream.

You're smiling. Why are you smiling? He bit you. He's real. Lestat is a vampire.

A cup hovers near your face and you look at it. You follow the arm up to find Lestat looking at you. “Coffee?”

You take the cup. “Thank you.”

Lestat takes a seat beside you and leaves his arm hanging around the back of the sofa behind you. You're very much aware of his hand almost brushing your shoulder.

“How was it?” You ask, glancing at him.

He grins, an amused and satisfied grin. “Delicious.”

Your cheeks feel warm. “Better than you imagined.”

“Far better.” His fingers stretch out and brush gently against your hair. The sensation causes you to shiver. Lestat's lips twitch at the sight.

He has you in palm of his hand and you don't even realise it.

“How was it for you?” He asks, eyes not even blinking as he watches you.

“It was….” You trail off as you think about to last night. The feeling of his teeth piercing into your neck. The feeling of your blood flowing through your veins. His lips on your skin, his hands on your body. “It was thrilling.”

Lestat, pleased with your comment, leans forward. You dare to turn your head and look at him. “Do you remember anything else?” He asks.

“I…”

Flashes come from your memory. Broken fragments as he drained you to the point of unconsciousness. The taste of something strange lingers on your tongue. You reach up and touch your lip slightly.

“Blood. Your blood.”

“My blood is inside of you. Rather intimate, non?” He chuckles.

“Why?”

His eyes seem to light up. “You will see soon. Dearest, you have no idea the fun we are going to have. You're going to thrive and you're going to want more.”

You're not entirely sure of his words, but you also don't question him. There's a glint in his eyes you can't decipher.

Lestat leans in closer now touching you. You don't push him away so he makes himself comfortable. His arm rests around your shoulder and he guides you gently into his side. There is no space left between you.

You can't help feeling this is what he was after all along.

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WE ARE NOT SEEING ENOUGH OF MIRAGE GUYS

So I'm taking matters into my own goddamn hands-

Meeting Mirage ;)

Either Noah or Mirage might be a little OOC, but I'm giving it a shot

Takes place after the movie, with fem pronouns

Enjoy!

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Dude, where the hell are you?

Y/N was currently sent a page to Noah, her best friend of 3 years. He was suppose to pick her up from work, as her car broke down and is still getting fixed at the mechanics, but it was well over 20 minutes and he still hasn't showed. He was suppose to be there at 7:30, and now it's almost dark.

I'kl be there in 10 minutes! Domething just csme uo

Several typos, whatever the hell is happening over there is really making him either rush or panic... actually those are both kind of in the same sense.

Letting out a sigh through her nose, Y/N quickly typed out a response.

Yeah, yeah. Better keep to your promise, Sonic.

Not even letting him respond, the H/C-nette shoved the device into her coat pocket. Sure it may be the beginning of the summer, but she get cold easily.

And I mean very easily.

"Man, I really need a hot shower right now."

10 minutes breezed by quickly, seemingly in a blink of an eye. About to page Noah again, Y/N stopped in her tracks when a honk sounded in front of her.

Looking up, her eyes widen in complete surprise at the image in front of them. Her best friend, Noah Diaz, in a fucking Porsche. Well, it looked like it seen better days, but still.

"Yo, you gonna get in or are you just gonna stand there looking so surprised?" Noah shouted from inside the car, a smug look on his face.

Snapping out of it, Y/N got inside the car, buckling in her seatbelt.

Once the seatbelt clicked, Noah started the car onto the route back to Y/N's apartment complex. 5 minutes in and the two are making small talk and all that before Y/N asked him a question.

"So, what happened?"

"Hm?"

"To the Porsche. Looks like Frankenstein's monster."

Noah let's out a small chuckle at the comment, "Oh uh, some guy sold it to me for a good price. Because it was all banged up and stuff. Couldn't even start."

"When did you get it?"

"Got it 2 months ago, still has some kinks that need to be fixed. But we've made some progress." He patted the dashboard in a comforting way, a somber smile on his face.

"2 months ago? Weren't you in Perú during that time? Also is Reeks helping you fix the car?"

"Yeah. I think I made a pretty good decision going there..also Reeks is just helping me get the parts, I'm mainly doing the fixing."

"Mm, pretty good job so far. I could help with the paint job? The blue and silver seems to be fading out, but I think it a fresh coat will make it look gorgeous."

After she finished that comment, the car felt like it heated up a little. Not too much to notice, but just enough.

"By the way, what did you do in Perú again?"

"Oh, to study for a job I was doing..got to see some of the landscapes and all that..and nearly died-"

"What was that?"

"Wha-nothing! Don't worry about it at all."

A silence fell between you too, an awkward silence to be exact. He's a little more fidgety than usual.. probably from exhaustion. It's something he does whenever he's very tired. Man, he must be more exhausted than usual.

"Sorry I called you so late, like right after your new job and stuff. It must be tiring."

"Nah I don't mind, you're my best friend after all. Just returning the favor when you babysat Kris last minute." Now Y/N absolutely loves Noah's family. First time she met them, it felt like a bond just, instantly clicked within. So from that day on, she makes a little time out of her day just to visit the Diaz family, especially Kris. He was so sweet, and like the little brother she never had. So whenever Noah or his mom were busy, she babysits him, and brings some food so they can enjoy together.

"I don't mind babysitting Kris at all. He's like a little brother to me anyway."

"Yeah, that's Kris. Best little brother I could ever ask for." A soft smile comes to his face, maybe he should bring some food from that burger joint his family likes, before he goes home so his mom doesn't have to cook tonight.

"Yeah..Hey do you mind if I put in my playlist?"

"Go for it."

Grabbing a mixtape from her pocket, she inserts it into the slot right above the radio, turning the knob to hear what was currently playing.

The familiar rhythm of Virgen by Adolescent's Orquesta brings a smile to your face, increasing the volume as one of her favorite songs plays through the car. Every so often, she would sing along to the lyrics, taping her fingers against the door.

What Y/N didn't know, was a certain Autobot mech was observing her in the passenger seat mirror, noticing the small things about her that seemed to have caught even more of his interest. The moment she got in the car, Mirage had to admit, she was PRETTY. And the compliments she said? Wooo that was feeding his ego.

And she was drop-dead gorgeous, in his optics, he doesn't even know her one bit and he's on his knees just from the sound of her voice. Oh her voice, don't even get him started on her voice. Most purest thing he has ever heard since he had stepped foot on Earth. Got her filling his tanks with a fluttery feeling, or as Noah sometimes likes to refer to, butterflies. What a weird thing to say. (Ngl, I head cannon Mirage to fall in love FAST)

After those few thoughts, the mech started observing her other features. Her eyes, hair, lips, cheeks, hands, even the smallest of moles/freckles that were dotted across her face. Oh and when her smile plastered her face, Mirage felt his spark beat faster.

She was a beauty, a beauty in her own category..

Sadly he wasn't able to admire her much longer, as they stopped in front of her apartment, the sky now completely dark. About to open the car door, the lock clicks, preventing Y/N from getting out. Thinking nothing of it, Y/N goes to unlock it, but it keeps repeatedly locking itself. With a huff, Y/N turns to Noah.

"Dude can you stop that shit?"

"It's not me I swear! Li-like I said, Mir-! The car was all banged up when I got it, still got a few bugs in it.." And as subtly as possible, kept kicking right above the pedals. Not to harshly, but to get the message across to stop messing around.

Finally after what seemed to be forever, the car doors unlocked, with Y/N getting out of the car, making sure to grab her tape. Running a hand over the hood, not noticing the shudder of metal, Y/N waves goodbye to Noah before entering her building, already getting excited for her hot shower.

When Y/N was out of sight and earshot, Noah turned to the radio, somewhat pissed.

"Mirage, what the hell was that??"

"Whaaaat? I did nothing wrong. Also, ouch. Do you have to kick me that hard? I'm still recovering y'know." You could hear the teasing smile on his face, pulling the recovery card whenever.

"Mirage you can't do that."

"Why not? Not like she noticed anything."

"You just can't!"

"Aww but I wanna keep admiring la angel bonita un momento más."

"..what."

"I wanna keep ad-"

"I know what you said, but, seriously?"

"You gotta introduce me to her one day, Sonic."

"Mirage she's going to freak out!"

"Mm but what are the chances she won't? Pleaseeee? I won't stop bothering you unless you say yesss~" He coos in a sing-song voice.

"Nu uh, ain't happening. Just because you're acting like a kid doesn't mean you're getting it."

"Fine. But whenever you give her ride home, I'll just keep locking the doors."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Noah leaned back into the recliner, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. Whenever Mirage says he'll do something, he will follow through. He's ambitious like that. So either; Stay with the no but have Mirage be a brat for who knows how long, or, just get it over with.

"Sooo..Is that a yes?"

He was quiet for a bit, before letting out a sigh,"Fine, fine! Yes, it's a yes."

"Hell yeah, baby! Oh I already have so many places to meet up for dates-"

"DUDE."

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So that concludes my first post! I like how this (somewhat) turned out, but it's a first. I've made some edits to this and the second part will be out soon, so I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting!

Part 2 here!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hmmmmmmm where to even start, I love these past few scenes with the og Finch fam cos I think it does a really good job of encapsulating their family dynamics..

We already know that Oscar's pissed off with Noah for what he said but I don't think we can really blame him for thinking Oscar might just be like meh if something happened to Sid. It's no secret they don't have the best relationship-.. not to say they don't love each other cos they do, a LOT, but I think you can love and admire someone and still find it really hard to get along or be around them for too long.

I think what's REALLY interesting here though, is how Oscar's always felt second best to Noah (aka Golden Boy) but in reality, it's actually been Noah in the backseat all along.

I rewatched Breaking Bad recently and there's a scene where Jesse says something to his brother about him being the favourite cos he's well behaved and does well in school and wins trophies etc etc. but his brother's just like ?? are you kidding? you're all they talk about! It made me think about Oscar/Noah and how similar it is with them.

Almost since the moment he arrived, everything was always about Oscar. He's the one they worried and argued over, the one who took up more of their time and attention, the one who needed them the most, yet it still wasn't enough.

Sid's always been brash and a tough love type of person and in terms of the type of mother she was/is, probably not what Oscar needed. I don't think it's either of their faults, or that either particularly did anything wrong, it's just the way they are. Alton's always been inert too, which doesn't help. He's rubbish in an emergency, never makes any decisions until it's too late, never steps in when he should-.. and on the rare occasion he does, he'll probably go about it in the wrong way. Noah's the placatory one on the side-lines, trying to pick everything up once it's fallen apart; except he's clumsy with it and he's not very good at reading the room or putting himself in other people's shoes so his "help" often feels insincere and judgemental and that doesn't help either.

Sure, Noah's closer to his parents and spends WAY more time with them, he's barely ever fallen out with them and he's never felt neglected by them/resented Oscar or anything but I still think he's undeniably aware that he's not the favourite Oscar claims he is. He was just easy in comparison. I think Oscar's somewhat aware of it though, he briefly mentions it in this scene, saying; "They didn’t prefer you. You just weren’t a little cunt like me." Although.. he kinda overlooks this fact most of the time, probably because of his bitterness toward feeling like a misfit in his own family and general penchant for ruminating on the past.

Sid/Alton were just never equipped to deal with a kid like Oscar. He needed patience, empathy, trust and guidance but he didn't get any of that-.. like they gave up on him before he even knew what that meant. As guilty as it makes him feel, he'd be relieved if Sidney wasn't around cos he'd have no one to prove anything to anymore-.. like how Wyatt felt free when his father died!! A strong comparison maybe but the same undercurrent of never feeling worthy is there, y'know? Even if the relationship is much, much different.

It's a shame really, but no matter how much Oscar grows as a person, his family still kinda see him the same way that they used to; the unstable and impulsive one. It's like they're blind to all the nuances of his personality and sometimes I just wanna shake em like ahhhhhsdkjskdjk.. Oscar could do 9 good things and 1 bad and you can guaranteeee they'd focus on the bad :/ (side note: this is probably the main reason Robin is sorta like eh toward them all as well - more so than the other kiddos - cos he can sense all this and it pisses him off almost as much as it does me fkjfjk)

I don't know, this family is SO interesting to me.. like I don't think any of them are wrong for how they are or how they act with one another but they're so inherently mismatched that they just don't work. They've never been much of a functional family unit if you include Oscar, however cute they can be sometimes, and they probably never will be. That's just the way it is...

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.05

Your eyes sting as more tears fall from them. You wipe them away with the back of your hand, then pull your knees up to your chest. You let out a shaky breath. Three weeks had passed since Beth died in Atlanta, and since then the group had tragically lost another member, Tyreese. He died when part of the group split off to see if Noah’s hometown of Shirewilt was liveable, and now your group was heading in the direction of DC.

The town was unlivable and full of nothing but rotten corpses.

Most of the group of survivors you were part of were sitting in the middle of the road, but a few of you had gone off to try and search for water and food in the woods. Since your group had hardly any left, everyone was becoming dangerously dehydrated. The group's mood was at an all-time low, and you had barely spoken in three weeks, only when necessary.

You jump, feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s just me,” Daryl says. “I just wanted to make sure you ate something.”

If you weren’t still in so much pain from grieving, you would have found the humor in Daryl offering you a handful of worms as a meal. A few years ago, you would have run away screaming if a bug even touched your skin, and now you were getting ready to eat the slimy insects without a second thought. You let him place a few worms in your hand. “Thanks.”

“Beth, never shut up about you.”

You say nothing, and you continue to eat in silence.

—

When you returned to meet up with the others along with Daryl, you found out that someone had left bottles of water further up the road with a note saying ‘from a friend’ but nobody drank out of the bottles in case they were poisoned.

You scrunch your nose up at the smell of burning food. Four hungry dogs had run out from the tree line and onto the road, but before they could attack or run away, Sasha shot all of them, which resulted in the animals being skinned and cooked as a meal. Everyone ate aside from you and Noah.

Noah seemed to be too consumed by guilt to eat, and the thought of eating your favorite animal turned your stomach.

You sit the furthest away from the group by yourself until Carl sits down beside you on a dry patch of grass. He nudges your knee with his elbow. “Hey, I got something for you.”

You look at him through tired eyes and say, “Yeah?”

Carl pulls two bracelets made of yarn out of his pocket; they were covered in dirt, but you could still make out the bracelets were a mixture of blue and purple. “I found these while looking for water in abandoned cars a few days ago; I was just waiting for the best time to give it to you. I remember you saying, you used to make friendship bracelets with your mom for the church fundraiser.”

Your eyes become glossy at the memory of sitting on your bedroom floor hours after your bedtime, making them with brightly colored threads and sparkly beads. You hold the wrist out, and Carl puts the bracelet on before tying the ends into tight knots. “They are really pretty,” you say quietly. “Thank you.”

Once yours is securely on, Carl holds up his wrist for you to do the same. “No matter where we end up or how alone we feel, we can just look at these and remember that we will always have someone who has our back.”

For the first time in weeks, you smile.

—

Noticing Daryl going off on his own again, you get to your feet and follow him into the woods, being careful not to step on any of the skeletons on the forest floor. Suddenly he stops walking and says, “Not now, kid, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know.”

Beth’s death hadn’t just taken a toll on you and Maggie; everyone else in the group who knew her felt her death too, just in different ways. You walk up behind Daryl and wrap your arms around his waist. At first, you think he’s going to shove you off, but he places his hands on top of yours. Daryl was tough, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fragile like the rest of you.

“When we... after the prison... I’m glad Beth was with you.”

Despite his best efforts to hold it together, a heartbroken sob passes his lips.

You stay like that until you feel the first drop of rain hitting your skin. You let go of Daryl and ran back to the highway. Empty bottles were being placed down to collect the rainwater.

A sense of relief hit you; everyone aside from Maggie and Sasha looked happy. You smile watching as Carl takes off his hat and uses it to shield Judith from the rain; she was crying because her clothes had gotten soaked.

Hearing a loud crackle in the sky, you look up and notice the oncoming storm. “Oh shit.”

Daryl points back the way and says, “I saw a barn; let’s go.”

—

Once the barn was cleared by Rick, Michonne, and Maggie, they gave the rest of you the go-ahead to go in. It didn’t take long for a small to be made and any supplies sought out.

“Hey!” Maggie comes over to you, tucking stands of damp hair behind your ear. “It’s been tough, but we’ve made it this far.”

“I know.”

She kisses the crown of your bed and says, “Try and get some sleep.”

It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. You and Carl chose to sleep on top of some hay, with Judith safely nestled between you. Most of the adults sit around the fire till late into the night until they fall asleep one by one.

Feeling a chill If you sit upright, it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. Everyone else was asleep aside from Judith, who was wiggling on her back. You make sure she’s tucked up close enough to her brother that she won’t roll away and get hurt.

You approach the barn doors held together by a metal chain. You weren’t surprised it was cold with the rain still lashing down. You step closer to the doors to look out and see what damage the heavy rainfall caused, and between the flashes of lighting, you see walkers coming your way.

Stumbling back, you struggled to form a sentence but managed to scream one word, “Rick!”

When the barn door starts to move, you press yourself against it. Seconds later, Daryl is beside you, then Maggie, then Rick. Soon everyone was pushing their full body weight against the doors, waiting for the storm to pass.

[jennay]

Mine

Request: So I have an idea for a fluffy fic? Where reader and Noah are best friends and reader flies out and surprises Noah on tour at a show. He sees the reader standing in the side wings of the stage while performing and he gets so happy! After the show maybe they confess feelings? Or whatever you think!! Love your writing 💕 💕

An: I nearly died from fluff. Thank you for the request💜

Noah stuuuuffff

Words: 3k I think

Now warnings just a lot of feelings.

“How did you-“ Bryan looks at you with pure confusion, his eyes wide and mouth open. He quickly recovers and smiles, “Our security needs upgrading.” He laughs knowingly and clicks the camera in front of your face. “Memories!” He says in a mock-serious tone as if he is documenting a historic moment.

You laugh as you pretend to swat the camera from your face.

“Hey, don’t give him any reason to look over here.” You whisper to Bryan, pointing at Noah, who is on the stage, talking to the crowd. “He doesn’t know I came.” You say with a sneaky smile.

Bryan nods as he heads back to the stage, “You got it!” He says, giving you a wink. He hurries away from you, and you watch as he follows Noah around while he talks to the crowd.

Noah’s voice fills the air, confident and charismatic, as he riles the crowd with his witty banter and infectious energy.

You stand in awe, listening to the music and singing along to his songs.

Jolly is entertaining to watch while he bounces around and plays his guitar. Nicholas is calm and relaxed, staying in his spot and grooving with his bass. Folio is a beast on the drums, pounding away with so much energy that you wonder how he does it.

You feel pride and admiration for them, especially for Noah, your best friend. You know how hard he’s worked to get here.

You also know how hard it has been for him to be away from home, touring the world and living his dream.

He confided in you last week when you talked on the phone that he was feeling anxious and homesick. He said he missed you and that it was weird to be separated from you for so long. You felt the same way. You two have been inseparable since you were kids, growing up together and sharing everything. You have always supported and cheered him on, even when others doubted him or tried to bring him down.

You’ve seen him grow from a shy boy with a big dream to a superstar with a loyal fanbase. And yet, he has never changed who he is.

He is still the same Noah you know and love, the one who makes you laugh, who listens to you, who cares about you, who is going to be surprised whenever he decides to notice you standing off to the side of the stage.

You lock eyes with Nicholas as he turns around during the song, and you wave at him with a smile.

He looks happy to see you, and he quickly makes his way to Noah, who is still singing his heart out. He lightly bumps Noah on the shoulder and gestures towards you, hoping to surprise him.

Noah’s brown eyes sparkled like polished gems as he caught sight of you. His smile is radiant, spreading across his face like a sunbeam. He looks overjoyed, as if he had just found the most precious treasure in the world. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and an intense glow filled your heart, warming your entire body.

The song ends, and he waves you over, asking you to stand with him. “Stop hiding!” He says over the mic. “C’mon, I want to introduce you to the family!” He says, showcasing the crowd.

You shake your head and mouth the word no. You’re so incredibly proud of him and happy he wants everyone to know who you are, but you prefer to stay in the shadows where you could watch him shine.

“Awe,” He coos over the mic. “You’re adorable when you're shy!” He smiles goofily and turns back to the crowd, “That’s (y/n)!” He pauses, pacing the stage. “She’s one of the reasons I made it this far..” He returns the mic to his side, smiling like a child as the crowd cheers at his words. “She was there when we were just kids, pushing me towards my dreams and not letting me give up.” He turns back towards you, “Kicking me in the ass when I wasn’t motivated.” He beams, love, filling his brown iris as he thinks of your encouragement. “Reminding me that if I was going to be a high school dropout, this was my only other choice.”

You cover your eyes with your hand, lightly giggling, thankful he’s giving you credit but also dying from the attention. “It's all you!” You say to him even though he can’t hear you.

“If you’d come here, I could probably hear what you said.” He challenges you, and with great hesitation, you finally give in to him.

You make your way to the center of the stage, feeling Jolly’s playful laughter as he sees you taking deep breaths and fidgeting with your hands.

“There she is,” Noah says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you near despite his damp skin. “Now, what did you say?” He asks, putting the microphone to your lips. “I said it’s all you. I had nothing to do with it.” You glance at Bryan, who is snapping more photos of this moment.

You’re unaware of it, but Bryan has snapped a photo of the exact moment when you and Noah realize that there is more than friendship between you.

He gazes down at you while you look up at him with wonder. A blush spreads, and you want to escape from the stage. Your heart beats faster, and your stomach feels queasy.

You slowly break free from his hug, smiling as you wave to the crowd and walk away. You feel awkward, but you know it would only get worse if you stayed in front of all those eyes.

Nicholas gives you a knowing smile as if he can read your mind.

You shake off the feelings and head to the back of the stage. You hear Noah talking about the last song they’re going to play. You walk down the side stage, heading to the stairs.

Your heart is still pounding in your chest. What is this feeling? “Not Noah,” You whisper, trying to push the thoughts out of your head. You walk toward the tour bus, trying to catch your breath. “Come on!” You exclaim, looking up at the sky. “Why now? We had over ten years to do this. What the fuck!”

You sit outside the bus on a bench, knowing the bus is locked. You pull out your phone and call your friend Isabelle.

“Hey!” She answers, “How was your flight?”

Sighing, you lean back, “I’m in love with Noah.” You blurt out.

You hear her soft laughter on the other as she asks, “What!?”

“Yeah, uh. Fuck.” You quietly say.

“You’ve literally been fightening me for the last two years about this, and now that I’m convinced there’s nothing, there’s something!?” She laughs again, “Well, spill it. What’re you going to do? Gonna romance him or just be weird and avoid him?”

You stand up and walk around the grassy area, trying to gather your thoughts. “Just go back to the hotel and avoid him at all costs.” You roll your eyes at your idea. “I’m walking back to the car right now. I think I can just sneak away before they get here.”

When you reach your car, you unlock the door and pop into the driver's seat. You set your phone down and allow it to connect to the Bluetooth.

“Well, I think that’s a shit idea, but you do whatever.” She laughs, “Avoiding Noah like he’s a plague will make it worse for you. I’ve seen you’re separation anxiety.” She teases, “Just talk to him. It’s not like he’s this big, scary guy. You constantly make fun of him for being so soft, and now you’re acting like he’s so hard to talk to.”

You hesitate, torn between going to the hotel and facing Noah, but you’re afraid of what he might say or do if he finds out how you feel.

“Are you driving, seriously? You’re leaving.” She squeals with annoyance. “Oh my god. I should’ve come. I knew it.”

“Look, I just, I need a minute to collect my fucking thoughts. This came as kind of a shock to me.” You drive as fast as possible to get to the hotel, and your stomach threatens to release any content.

“I don’t know how this came as a surprise.” Isabelle’s voice is full of disbelief, “There’s a reason this shit happens in the movies. I’m sorry if I’m making it worse, but your turning into a walking cliche.”

Frustrated, you groan at the idea of your life situation being as dramatic as the movies. “I gotta go. I just got to the hotel.”

You click the end button without giving her a chance to respond. Isabelle was right, though. Noah wasn’t difficult to talk to. You were making this a bigger deal than necessary, but it didn’t stop you from feeling nervous.

Annoyance bubbles up inside you when you hear your text tone go off. Was she really texting you already!?

Hey, sorry if I was too much. I don’t know if I pissed you off, um. I was hoping we’d have some time to hang out.

You stare down at your phone, debating if you should call or text. You can’t call Noah. He’ll know some things up.

Sorry! All is good; I just felt a little gross and went back to the hotel. You nervously bite your lip and send another text. Wanna come over, or can I meet you somewhere? I’m not really in the mood to hang out with everyone.

You wait for a response, a million things racing through your mind as you wonder what you would say to him. I think we need to talk…

Send me the address. I’ll be there shortly.

You hear a knock on the hotel door, and your heart skips. He’s here already. You wish you had more time to prepare yourself for this moment. You get up from the chair and walk towards the door, feeling nervous and excited. You unlock it and open it slightly, meeting Noah’s bright smile and sparkling eyes. You open the door wider and invite him in, trying to act casual. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey.” He says, “Everything ok?” He walks around the small room and sits on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with concern as you stand by the door, frozen and unable to move.

“What’s going on with you?” He asks, his voice gentle and curious.

“I’m scared.” You say, walking over to him slowly.

His brown eyes are full of warmth and worry, his lips slightly parted, and his hair tousled from pushing it out of his face so many times. You’re afraid of what he might say, what he might do, what he might think of you.

“Wanna elaborate?” He says, his tone changing to protective. His eyebrows furrow, and his jaw clenches. “Did something happen? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?” He asks, ready to defend you from any harm.

You shake your head and plop beside him, trying to act calm. But inside, you feel like you’re about to faint.

You know he can sense something is wrong, something is different. He’s seen you through your ups and downs, highs and lows. He’s been your best friend for years, your confidant, your partner in crime.

He knows you better than anyone else. And that’s why this is so hard. His eyes watch you, scanning for any clues to the situation. He grows more worried and concerned.

The last time he saw you acting like this, it had something to do with your ex-boyfriend, who cheated on you and broke your heart. And if it had anything to do with him again, Noah would make sure he paid for it.

He hated seeing you hurt; he hated seeing you cry. He wanted to make you happy, and he wanted to make you smile.

You bite your lip, thinking of something to say to him. You know what you want to say, but getting yourself to do it is nearly impossible. But you can’t keep this inside anymore. You need to tell him the truth, and you need to take a risk.

You take a deep breath, building courage and preparing for rejection. “I need to tell you something,” You say softly, looking into his eyes. “And I need to know that no matter what I say, we’re gonna be ok.”

He nods his head, “We’re gonna fine.” His arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you to his chest, resting his chin on your head, and running his hand up and down your arm, “You can’t get rid of me.” He reminds you.

You nuzzle your face closer to his chest and mumble a few inaudible words against his body.

You feel his chest move as he chuckles and gently pulls away from you, looking down at you, tilting your chin to look at him. “You did that on purpose.”

“But technically, I said what I needed to.” You say, flashing a smile.

“It doesn’t count if I can’t hear it.” He gives you a second to sit up and regain your composure. “C’mon, it’s me. Just say what you need to say.”

“Ok, fine!” You stand up, towering over him. You put your hands on his shoulders and look directly at him. “I said I have feelings for you, and it’s ruining my life!” You fling your hands up in the air and put a considerable distance in front of the two of you. You’re eyes wander around the room, trying to avoid looking at him. “And I know you don’t feel that way, and that’s fine, but I needed to say it and get it out there. Like, I get if you don’t want to talk anymore, I’m not anything special, and you could have whatever you want and-“

He stands up quickly and grabs your hands, stopping your rambling. A smile plastered on lips as he brought his hands to your face. “Dude,” He lightly laughs, “You’re wrong.”

You exhale deeply, still stuck in his gaze, “What?” You ask.

He wraps you in a tight embrace, and you hardly register what’s going on. Slowly, your hands come up to his waist and wrap around him, feeling relief that he didn’t walk out the door.

“You’re wrong.“ He steps back, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I’ve had a thing for you since middle school. I just thought you deserved better than me. There was no way you could fall for me. I’ve seen the guys you date.”

You stare at him in disbelief, your mouth hanging open. “You’re kidding, right?” You say, incredulous. “You’ve had a thing for me since middle school? How did I not know that? How did you not tell me that?” You feel a scale of emotions, from shock to confusion to happiness.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. He’s been in love with you for years, and you’ve been oblivious to it.

You’ve wasted so much time dating jerks who didn’t appreciate you when the one who did was right in front of you all along.

He smiles sheepishly, his eyes crinkling. “I guess I was too scared to ruin our friendship. You’re my best friend, you know that. I didn’t want to lose you over some stupid crush. But I guess it’s more than that. It’s always been more than that.” He says, his voice is sincere and sweet.

He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, making your heart flutter. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and says, “But how could I not fall for you? You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind, you’re beautiful. You’re everything I ever wanted.” He smiles and leans in, closing the gap between you. His lips touch yours softly, gently, sweetly. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, feeling his arms around your waist and his hair between your fingers. You feel his warmth and his breath dancing across your skin. He deepens the kiss, making your heart race, and before it goes any further, he pulls away slightly and whispers in your ear, “No more secrets?”

You nod, “No more secrets.”

He kisses your forehead and hugs you tight, making you feel safe and loved.

He nuzzles into your neck, “You’re mine.”

You nod, unable to contain your giggle, “And you’re mine.”

[gx-gameon]

I just finished the ‘walk the dragon’ arc in DM and it’s always a wild ride. But it also really drives home the fact that the Gx friend group is just not the same as the DM friend group.

Atem makes a mistake. He lets his darkness win. He loses and has to face the consequences of his action.

Except the consequence isn’t that his soul gets removed, what he thought would happen, but instead that he lost Yugi. His most loyal friend. And this was Yugi’s choice. He chose to step in and take this blow for the pharaoh. He believed in him so much that even though Atem didn’t listen to him and caused one of their souls to me forfeited he still believed in the Pharaoh.

Showcased even more in their duel in the valley of spirits. Yugi through that whole duel is trying to help the Pharaoh face the darkness in his heart and over come it. He’s acting like he’s furious with the Pharaoh, emotions that the Pharaoh thinks he deserves. But is actuality he’s doing all of this to push his friend and make him better.

Even Joey, Tristian, and Téa still trust the Pharaoh. Yes they are upset with him. Joey punching him in the face. And they should be. But they never abandon him. They still believe he’s a good person. In the dub they insist that he was tricked.

Joey spends the whole season trying to get Mai to remember that they are friends and talk her down from her depression spiral/possessed state. He never gave up on here and even convinced Valon there was more to dueling and friendship. Like Joey kills this season.

And when they get Yugi back they are all so excited. Hugging him and telling him how glad they are that he’s back. But the pharaoh steps in once more to fight the leviathan and no one glares at him or tells him to go away now that Yugi’s back.

Every single member of the group still cares for and trust the pharaoh. Yes they had negative emotions towards him and the situation and not all of them were expressed in a healthy way. But they were all still there for him and each other.

And while some blamed him for his choice they could see that he regretted it and forgave him for his actions.

But Gx?

And again maybe I’ll feel different on my rewatch.

But the group doesn’t behave the same way. If Jaden makes a mistake they blame him for it.

I know in the dark world they are under a spell to have their negative feelings amplified but like Jaden’s not even calling the attacks. He got into that duel with only his life on the line. They were added in as a surprise later on.

And again amplified emotions. But those emotions have to exist to be amplified. They already felt that way about him.

I don’t know I just think about how many wild situations the DM crew got into. How many times their lives were in the Pharaoh’s hands. (His duel against Noah in the digital world is a great comparison) And they were always supportive. Trusting Yugi and the pharaoh to get them through.

Let’s compare the duel against Noah. He starts picking off the DM cast one by one. Each turn Yugi/Atem doesn’t beat him he turns one of their friends to stone. The group is watching each of their friends get turned to stone. Joey even watches his precious sister get turned to stone. But he’s never angry at Yugi/Atem. Their anger is directed at Noah. They keep encouraging Yugi/Atem to keep going that even if they all get turned to stone they know he can win. And it’s that friendship that helps him win with all of their souls guiding a card he needed into his hand.

Compare that to the dark world duel in Gx. Just like above the destruction of his friends was added on to the duel later. (Yes the situation is different since when Yugi/Atem won they knew they would be realized from the stone. In Jaden’s duel they died, or so they believed.) but Kadne is doing everything in his power to lose. To make sure his friends get out alive. He’s forced to attack. And his ‘friends’ blame him for everything. Again magic spell, but it’s enhancing emotions that are already there.

I just can’t see the DM crew behaving this way. Yes they wouldn’t want to die and would be devastated over the perceived lose of any of their friends. But I can’t see them yelling at Yugi/Atem that it’s all his fault. They would blame the villain.

You know who doesn’t blame Jaden? Jim, Axel, And Aster Phoenix. Like two kids who knew him for what? A few weeks? Months at best. And his rival from last year. These people shouldn’t trust Jaden more than his ‘friends’ do and yet they are better friends than the regular crew.

Like could you imagine all of the DM cast blaming Yugi/Atem for the situation and then Kaiba, and two characters that were added that season walk up and super supportive of Atem and help him. Like imagine the Walk the Dragon arc but the crew abandons Atem after he loses Yugi’s soul and Kaiba, Raphael, and Valon start helping Atem over come the darkness in his heart. You can’t that would be wild!

Again maybe I’ll feel different after my Gx rewatch but like they are not the duel monsters crew. Jaden needed better friends.

I don’t hate the Gx characters. I just wished the writers let them do more to support Jaden because they were all pushed to the background in most cases leaving them with the option to support or complain.

[mochacoffeeumai26]

•DarkBlade• (part 2)

Summary: Since you had been in your alt form and in Noah's garage almost the whole time since you've been on earth, Noah decided you needed some freedom. While on your little outing, you both encounter two beings you wish you hadn't.

Noah was currently in the from seat of your alt form. You had both been out for about five minutes.

"So, Human Noah... Why did Mirage have to remain in your garage and not join us?" You spoke to Noah through your radio, which Noah had recently fixed.

Noah looked at the radio, "The short version, he was driving faster than the speed limit again and I'm pretty sure cops are still looking for him."

"Human Noah, if I had a bullet for everytime Mirage broke the rules...I would have enough bullets to kill everyone on earth." Noah swore that for a second he heard you chuckle.

"Yeah... Also, what's up with the 'Human Noah' thing? It's just Noah, DarkBlade." Noah seemed slightly weirded out everytime you referred to him as 'human Noah'.

"Forgive me, Human Noah- uh...I mean Noah. But if I am to call you Noah, then you must call me by my real name as well." You stopped at a red light.

"Alright, deal."

You and Noah had been out for over an hour now. He had even told you to stop at a drive in theatre, so you could learn about 'human culture' or whatever he called it.

Now, you were both out of the city in a more secluded area so no one could see you. As soon as Noah got out of your alt form you transformed.

"That thing... the movie at the drive-in theatre. It was boring." You looked down at Noah and crossed your arms.

"That was your first movie, [Name]." Noah deadpan as he looked up at you with a 'bruh-' face.

"If all human entertainment is like that, it'll be my last movie."

Noah shook his head and sighed. Compared to Mirage, you were more serious and in Noah's opinion also a bit negative.

The male didn't even realize that you had bend down in front of him and had been staring at him for over a minute.

What made Noah come back to reality was when he felt something cool gently touch his cheek.

You had poked his cheek.

"Oh, you almost had me worried. I thought you had died while standing up for a second..." You looked at Noah with a bored expression.

Noah didn't respond, he felt a bit flustered and embarrassed. The more you looked at Noah, the more you realized how much different you both were.

"You humans... your kind is much more delicate and different than mine."

You were both completely different, one of flesh and one of metal. Noah was so much shorter compared to you, when standing beside you he barely reached your pelvis.

Noah chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah, I- I guess we are completely different from each other. I mean, your hand is like at least five times the size of mine." Noah lifted up his hand and looked at yours.

You hummed before putting your servo against Noah's smaller hand.

Neither of you said a thing, you both stared at each other's hand and remained like that for a solid minute before making eye contact.

You would never admit it out loud, but to you, Noah's eyes were beautiful. Just the color and the way they looked were beautiful to you.

Noah also secretly like the color of your eyes, though it was mostly the same shade of blue like the rest of the Autobots, it was slightly different. In the center of your eyes it was a light shade of (eye color).

For a second, Noah thought he saw something in the sky. He turned his head to look, "Huh? What the-"

You turned to look as well. You were confused, had more Autobots come to earth? You watched both asteroid-like things fall on the ground in the far distance.

Once the smoke cleared, you were able to make out two figures that were around your size.

Noah became slightly anxious when a mask suddenly appeared on your face (kinda like Bumblebee's).

You were able to see both figures more clearly and zoom in to see them closer.

Decepticons.

Two Decepticons had just come to earth.

You knew that Decepticons had come to earth ever since Bumblebee had told you about it. But you didn't expect any to appear here or now.

You gently grabbed Noah from his arm and put him behind you in a protective manner.

[Name] should have transformed into her alt form and gotten out of there sooner, but the Decepticons spotted her as quickly as she had spotted them.

"Damnit..." Your mask retracted as you saw them transform into their alt forms.

"What? What's wrong?" Noah kept asking as he saw your Optical Ridges furrow.

"Decepticons." You growled as you saw them getting closer.

"Hold up- wait- what?!" Noah began to freak out a bit more when he suddenly saw you transform into your alt form.

"I've been spotted. Get in. Now!" [Name] ordered, Noah didn't hesitate and did as she asked.

(Okay, I'm stopping here for now. Now I gotta work on part 2 but the Mirage version and part 2 of 'Orphan'. Okay, Bye Bye for now)

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Protectors: lunatic

A Derek hale x reader story

Summary: Derek and y/n finally have their long awaited date

When y/n awoke the next morning it hadn't taken her long to realize Derek hadn't been home at all, as his side of the bed was still somewhat made up. This made her somewhat worried. Her worry only worsened when she saw the amount of messages she had from both Scott and Stiles, claiming to have been attacked by the alpha and Derek being dead. Y/n felt as if the world froze as she re-read the words on her screen. The words that echoed in her brain were "Derek was killed". With y/ns experience (Derek and herself included) when a supernatural creature dies, it rarely stays dead. Just this time she didn't know if the same applied to Derek or not. No body was found so there was hope there.

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Y/n was over at Deaton's, he'd never failed to remind her that she always had a room in his home (as well as in the Stilinski's) and she finally took him up on his offer, deciding she didn't want to be at home alone, or burden Noah and deal with his hyperactive creation and his stupidly oblivious best friend. She was staring at the ceiling with nothing on her mind, finally able to rid herself of the image of Derek being thrown to the side after being stabbed through his back into his chest. She'd begun having a feeling in her stomach, something telling her to go open her window, she didn't complain she needed the fresh air, and she had a feeling she knew what it was about.

       One glance out of the now open window and she let out a sigh of relief "Finally" she said backing away to open space for him to climb in.  When he entered the window and stood in front of her he tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes "Really? 'Finally'?" He mocked. Y/n smiled teasingly "You are the only person I know too stubborn to be killed and stay dead," she said. "Funny," Derek said sarcastically, and y/ns teasing stopped. She hugged him "All jokes aside I missed you, and I was worried. I thought about resurrecting you," she said joking but also serious.  "I would've expected you to," Derek said also joking but serious. Y/n laughed placing her head on his chest, Derek placed a kiss on Y/n's forehead then to her nose and lastly her lips, y/n let out a breath as they moved in sync, pulling away she inhaled looking him in the eye "thought id never get to feel that again" she said before the two went into a comforting silence and swayed for a while.

"Get dressed," he said suddenly. Y/n pulled away confused, "I am dressed," she said slowly. Derek laughed "No I mean get dressed up I'm taking you on that well-deserved date," he said smiling. Y/n's eyes lit up "It's about time I was promised a date weeks ago," she said giddily before she paused. "Wait it's a full moon," she said. He shakes his head "Schools are not out yet, we'll be done by the time the sun sets" Derek says. Y/n nodded, both of them knew it wasn't the most ideal amount of time but between the alpha, the "newborn" wolf, and the hunters, this would probably be the only time they had off, 1. Because everyone -Scott and Stiles- thinks Derek's dead, and 2. They also think y/n is mourning her loss.

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Derek was lucky y/n had left some things here from when she was a teenager and she could still fit into them, specifically a black dress and her black combat heel boots that funnily enough she didn't get to wear as much as she wanted to. Derek had left about 45 minutes ago to get ready himself, y/n didn't know where he'd get something fancy because all he owned was his infamous black leather jacket, some t-shirts, and jeans, he called it "packing light". When y/n was finished dressing she put on a barely noticeable red lipgloss and mascara, deciding that she didn't want to overdo it. She headed downstairs to meet him at the door, she already knew he was there from the not-so-quiet way his car pulled up. She opened the door, coming face to face with Derek who looked even more handsome than usual in his black kind of formal outfit. "You look beautiful" he said taking in her outfit, she smiles "thank you, have I told you how much I love the color black on you?" she asked; Derek's smile widened "only once a day" he said. His eyes fell to the shoes she was wearing, but this time taking a good look, "are those the ones you used to dent Jason's car" he asked pointing at the shoes. y/ns eyes widened at the memory "Oh my gosh I completely forgot about that" she said covering her mouth while giggling.

Derek laughed along with her, before holding out his hand for y/n to take, which she did. He led her to his car and held the door open for her before getting in himself and pulling off in the direction of the location where their date took place. The place Derek had set up was in the middle of a huge green field, it was a picnic. Y/n covered her mouth in shock "You did this?" she asked looking up at him with tears pricking her eyes. Derek smiled and nodded, y/n pulled him down by his collar, connecting their lips. Derek let out a groan before y/n pulled away "Thank you" she said with a smile.

the two sat and talked for hours about everything and nothing, "why'd you do it?" Derek asked. "do what" Y/n asked face etched with confusion, "dent Jason's car." he answered. y/n sighed dropping her head in embarrassment. "Well you know I was really angry back then, with you shutting me out because of Kate, and around that time I was also looking for my parents. Something Jason had somehow found out about, I think he'd found my journal. Haven't had it since then. But it had all of my secrets, your secrets and I couldn't let it get out, and he never let me forget that he knew. I mean it was every day he had said something about it, so one day during a break he was in the gym playing basketball with you, I went outside and his car was there and I was angry, so I kicked it again and again. Back then I wasn't aware of my strength." She said, Derek sat taking in the information. "Once a protector always a protector," he said. "What, I tell you the story and that's what you say," y/n asked jokingly. Derek rolled his eyes in the dramatic Derek fashion "I meant you've been protecting me since before you were even given the role of a protector." He said. Y/n nodded, not ever having thought about it that way, "well someone's gotta watch out for you while you have your back turned" she said leaning in to kiss him but was stopped when her phone began to buzz, she picked it up and Stiles' name popped up

Stiles- I know it's hard for you right now, but it's the full moon, and Scott's starting to look like he wants to murder me

    Y/n sighed, "stiles says he thinks Scotts gonna kill him," she said. Derek groaned "Guess the dates' over huh?" He said looking at her. Y/n nodded "Duty calls," she said. Derek nodded but bought his hand up to her chin to pull her in for one last deep kiss, y/n pulled away looking at Derek with love filled eyes to which he returned.

And just like that the date was over, and Derek was watching over Scott from afar (much to her dismay) she wanted him home resting and he wanted her home resting and everyone could see who won that debate.

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This was very fast paced, so dont mind that, i decided to take this episode when derek isnt really in and make them have some much needed time together. hope you enjoyed the fluff.

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hc of the day:

one day gansey brings home a goldfish from pet smart because he went in to look for something else and saw that there was only one goldfish left and he felt bad that it was alone. so he brings the goldfish back to monmouth to noah’s delight and ronan’s horror. and to try and get ronan and the fish to build some sort of bond, gansey let’s him name it. and ronan, of course, picks AXE (all caps), and insists that you have to scream the name anytime you refer to the fish otherwise the fish will not feel respected. so they’re yelling about this fish all the time and everyone gets very attached to it. but one day noah comes home and AXE is dead, like belly up out of nowhere. so he immediately enlists blue to help him get a new, identical, fish so gansey and ronan won’t know it died. so gansey and ronan are completely oblivious. but fish die pretty frequently unfortunately so every couple months one of the boys has to replace the fish, not knowing that the others have done the same thing until one day the fish dies when everyone is magically at monmouth at the same time. and they’re all appropriately sad, and then noah says quietly, “i actually replaced AXE months ago. sorry.” and they’re all like wait wait wait I replaced AXE??? and they make a tally and discover that this is actually AXE 5.0 and everyone can feel a little less guilty about goldfish-gate. they bury AXE 5.0 in the back of monmouth where gansey buried all the ones he replaced with a little cross grace markers and decide to maybe invest in an animal that lives longer like a cat.

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KUROSHITSUJI THEORY!

Spoilers for ch208 onwards

Will the whole circus troop be brought back? And will Doll end up siding with o!ciel?

As I’m sure we are all aware from the end of the book of circus manga, the undertaker had most of the circus troops bodies (joker being the accepted as he basically got cremated). And now with Snake’s death and Doll having his body, that they will likely hand over to the undertaker, will mean the the undertaker will have all the bodies of the first tier Noah’s Ark circus.

I suspect that now with all the piece (the bodies of the first tier) the undertake will bring back them back as low level bizarre dolls (think Derrick Arden lvl) and force them to preform.

Why do I think that? Well I have very little evidence from the manga (like nothing at all) however I believe in poetic irony and a theme with Yana’s writing style.

First let’s look at the evidence from the manga, this is mostly for snake getting brought back to life.

This is mostly just me grasping at straws for snake being brought back lol. But also with Yana known for always including bits of foreshadowing in her work. Wether that being the chess game in showing to Ciels during the emerald witch arc, as well as ciel lying about the true fate of the circus troop to snake, apron his first arrive at the Phantomhive manor foreshadow him finding out later on in the story. So this panel’s taken from the start of book of Atlantic hits towards Snakes and by extension the rest of the troops being brought back to life.

And now on to my poetic irony. As we know Yana like to play the hand of justice in the series. Specifically killing of semi important characters in the series in the same way they have killed other people. This is shown in Madam Red’s death, Madam Red kills women by slitting their throat and then cutting the stomach open, and madam read died from being cut open when Grell stabbed them in the stomach with her chainsaw. And snakes death as well, where he got he throat slit was in the same place that Phipps got bit by the black mamba. Now following this theme we would expect the circus troop to die in a way that mirrors the death of the children in they kidnapped, but this didn’t happen. Thats why I suspect they will be made in to bizarre dolls and forced to preform. Being made in to low level BD would mimic how the kidnapped children were after their lobotomy and forced to preform like the children where forced to for baron Kelvin.

This leads on to my next point. Why might doll ended up siding with O!ciel? Because of the bizarre doll circus troop. Doll would take the place of joker as the ringleader and be forced to witness their family preform this way; Mirroring how joker felt watching the kids preform. But the difference is unlike joker who wouldn’t betray the Baron because of him believing his siblings at the work house would be punished, Doll currently does have any loyalties like that except to her family. So when they see what the undertaker has turned them in to Doll will do everything in their power to save them. Leading to them siding with O!ciel in the end.

But what do yall think? Let me know your thoughts or if I’ve missed something in the comments :)

Tags: @abybweisse

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Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU (Part Four)

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : amélie and noah learned something from their mum's past, charles and y/n learned something about each other.

warning(s) : angst

previous : part three

next : part five

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author's note : posting this for charles' birthday. happy birthday to our sweet boy. may this week's gp brings happiness and podium to charles and us ❤️

tagging : (if you want to be tagged in, let me know)

recap :

"who is there?!" both noah and amélie turned around and saw an old man, who is angry at them. both of them were confused with this man. "this is our mum's grave and we're her children." noah said calmly. the old man looked confuse, dropping down things in paper bags that was in his arms. "you're irene's children?" the old man asked. amélie looked at noah and vice versa, noah looked back at the old man. "who are you to our mum sir?" noah asked, tried to be rational as he never seen this man with his mum before.

"i'm her dad."

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"wow top 10, congrates!" y/n wished carlos as he came into her view. carlos smiled brightly and hugged y/n in a way. "thank you." carlos thanked. y/n turned around and saw charles coming into her view. her eyes brighten up. same goes to her smile. y/n waved at charles' way. charles who was stunned, walking his way to y/n and carlos. "hey!" y/n greeted charles as he arrived to both y/n and carlos. charles patted carlos' back and as if it was a signal, carlos left both y/n and charles, while the two of them just watching carlos leaving with his engineer walking side by side.

charles cleared his throat to catch y/n's attention, and as y/n looked at charles, smiling, charles could feel his cheeks starting to heat up. "you want to uh, hang out? if that is what people usually say, yes?" charles asked as if it felt like he was blabbering, which making y/n giggled as she nodded her head yes.

"sure, i would love to hang out."

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noah and amélie sat next to each other, side by side as the old man who claimed to their mum's dad, was sitting across of them at a local diner, in san francisco. "so you two are irene's children, which makes my grandchildren?" the man, joseph sterling, asked. noah and amélie looked at each other. "uh yea, my name's noah and she's amélie." noah introduced as amélie nodded her head yes. "we have a sister, y/n." amélie said as she looked at noah, he nodded his head. "and she's my twin sister." amélie added.

"twins? my, does your mum do have the twin genetics." joseph said as he chuckled. "your mum also has a twin." joseph informed and both noah and amélie nodded their head yes. "yea, our uncle isaac." noah told him. joseph nodded his head yes smiling at noah and amélie, and then turned his head down.

"i was wrong, for leaving my family behind and now regreting that my own grandchildren don't even know as much as i don't know about them." joseph told them. "where were you all this time long?" amélie asked and joseph looked at her. joseph sighed. "i got remarried and immediate moved to canada right after the ceremony." joseph sighed once again and looked out of the window. "when i learned that irene got married and moved to nice and isaac went to england right after your grandmother died, i knew that i was too late to fix things up." joseph added. "i lost contact of both my children, my ex wife died and my wife, flew away with the money i had in my hands. my life couldn't get anymore worst when i learned that irene died 12 years later and i heard that isaac demanding to bring irene back here in san francisco."

amélie scoffed as she shooked her head no. "meaning you want to say that you regret that things went this way? then no need to bother to admit you're our grandfather when you don't even act like a father to your children." amélie said as she stood up from her seat and left the diner, followed by noah.

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sitting by a dock, y/n and charles enjoyed the dusk view as sun starting to set down, giving the sky looks orangey, purple-ish with clouds here and there. y/n swung her legs back and forth as she admired the view. charles, who was nervous with no reason, just side-eyed her. "charles," charles looked at her fully. same goes with y/n, smiling weakly. "the view is nice, thank you for taking me here." y/n said as charles chuckled. "i'm trying to impress you actually." this time y/n chuckled st charles' response. "consider i am." y/n replied and then both of them looked at the sky-ocean view once again.

"you know why my name is amélie?" y/n asked, charles looked back at her. "it was because, my mum had always love everything french." y/n replied as she sighed. "she would manisfesting that one day she would marry a man from france and lived there for the rest of her life." y/n smiled weakly as she tells the story. "her favourite song is the 'la vie en rose' like other typical american who wanting to be ala-french and she was the top student in her french class."

"but her family was so poor even for my mum and my uncle's schooltrips, which they had to not join with other children, where my grandmother worked two jobs for her two children right after her husband remarried and ran away." y/n sighed deeply as charles focused on listening. "they were so poor that made my mum wished she would marry a rich man so that they don't have to lived in such poorness in the future life." this time, y/n chuckled.

"one day, while my mum was working as a housekeeping at this prestige hotel, where she worked there right after she finished school, she bumped into my father and he, couldn't get her out of his mind until one day, he proposed to her. at first she rejected him because of the social class they were in but to my father's sturborness and madly in love to my mum, she eventually accepted the proposal. their marriage weren't blessed by both sides. my father's side think my mum only here for the money and my mum's side think that she should pick someone from their social class." once again, y/n sighed. "their marriage went well, even if my mum had to leave her family for nice, she was happy and blessed with me, my brother and my sister, where she named one of us with french name, 'amélie colette' meaning hard-working people of victory." y/n ended as she looked at charles, smiling.

"tadaa!" y/n added as charles chuckled at that. "my dad," charles started. "i had to lie to him, right before he died." sighed, charles looked down the dock to the ocean, watching their reflection on the surface of the water. "i told him i got into ferrari when i'm not but wanting him to go in peace, i just had to tell him that but now that i did get into ferrari, i don't have to live in a lie anymore." charles said as he looked back at y/n, who smiled weakly at him. "you're a great son charles, you've made your dad proud of you of where you are now." y/n told him, making charles smiled weakly. "i'm sure he's watching over you, seeing you race a across the world." y/n added as she reached for charles' hand to hold, charles looked down at their hands and immediately intertwined it.

y/n smiled shyly as she looked at their intertwined hands. "being here with you is magical charles, i am happy to be here." y/n said honestly, making charles smiled. "me too amélie." as soon as charles said that, her smile dropped. right, this is amélie and not y/n. y/n pulled away her hand and immediately stand up, making charles confused with sudden reaction. "amélie, what's wrong?" charles asked as he stands up as well and followed y/n to his car. "nothing, it's getting late now and i have a meeting tomorrow." y/n informed to him as she went to the passenger's door. charles unlocked the door and y/n entered the car. "meeting? then you won't be there for tomorrow's race?" charles asked, looking at y/n. "i had to raincheck it charles, i'm sorry." y/n said and without any sound, charles drove back to y/n's hotel.

"thank you." was all y/n said and left out the car, leaving charles speechless. didn't wait any longer charles drove away back to his apartment in confuse.

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- Paradise is free of pain and sorrow. Everything we've ever done is forgotten there. Any pain that we've ever felt is erased. And all the dead live.

I find it curious how the belief in paradise affects some of the characters, so I want to make a little speculation about how I think it might have worked. Franziska, Magnus and Agnes were part of Sic Mundus, but it is really unclear how they see it. So I will mainly focus on Noah, Elisabeth and Silja, who are known to really believe in paradise.

When Noah and Elisabeth meet, he shares his belief in paradise with her. Then they are separated by the disappearance of their daughter, and Silja as a child is brought to Elisabeth. Elisabeth shares her belief in paradise with Silja. The way I think it might play out is that Elisabeth knew this child who had just lost her mother, and she wanted to comfort this little girl by sharing something that had given her comfort since she was a little girl. I also think that Elisabeth was specifically told to form Sic Mundus in the post-apocalyptic era and protect the plant.

So Silja was raised in a cult until 1888, where she continued her life and died with an earlier version of the same cult. Her husband was part of the cult since his late teens until his death, and their kids were raised in a cult. There is little or no information about the family of Bartosz, Silja, Hanno and Agnes. So I have some assumptions about their family dynamics. Silja named her son Hanno after her late mother Hannah. Hanno was very young when his mother died. So I think the way she may have introduced Hanno to paradise is as a bedtime story. I mean Silja gave her son something from her mother, which is his name, so I think it would make sense if she gave her son something from the other parental figure she had in her life, which is Elisabeth. Something that gave her comfort in hard times and now she could share with her little boy in better times.

I also think I could connect this with Bartosz death. What if Bartosz wanted to keep this image of a "perfect paradise" as a way for his child to remember Silja?

It would be even easier to manipulate a little cult boy into thinking that betraying his father is an act of love. Adam believed in paradise, but not in the same way. His version wasn't as optimistic; their version was easier to manipulate and use in his favor. Sic Mundus can make Noah believe that his father's detachment from the prophecy is forgetting his mother's memory, and he knows that his father is clearly in pain. Bartosz has lost his faith, but Noah can still free him from all that pain and take him to Paradise. Noah must save his father by killing him.

If he thought something like that, it made me think of the phrase Noah repeated more than once, "he also said we'd become friends before you betray me". Noah always knew that he would be betrayed, but he didn't imagine that his baby would be stolen by his own baby and the mother who was also her baby's daughter, all ordered by Adam. I think Noah always taught that Adam would kill him. Maybe he would lose his faith like his father and Adam would betray him. He would save him by killing him like Noah did with his father. Jonas would do it because he loves Noah and it would free him from all his pain. Adam is his savior.

After the experiments failed and Charlotte's birth was difficult, Noah didn't feel his faith was as strong. He was hopeless. But they're going to make it, they're going to fulfill the prophecy. Noah will have to travel and teach a younger version of himself. He has never seen a much older version of himself, so it could mean that his time is near. But could paradise ever be as sweet and real as what he's building with his family? it doesn't matter how he feels, he just wants Elisabeth to keep her hope, and he would give her the strength he doesn't have for himself.

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Mk movie 2021 oc's and charector casts

(I was planning on making an mk movie 2021 the oc will be the same but different abilities.)

Arden cho as Hatsune ryujin Takahashi.

The swords women

The daughter of the kotoha Takahashi a previous champion of earthrealm. After her mother had died she was forced to live with her step father kei Takahashi and her half brother kenshi. Hatsune and kenshi weren't that close but they looked out for each other while kei was being resentful towards Hatsune. After suffering through the mental abuse her step father gave her she ran away and was taken in by a kind woman named madame bo who is a restaurant owner. She had learned kenjutsu and martial arts since the age of six from her brother and later on continued with the help of madame bo.

Jamie Chung as suchin bo

The big sister

Suchin is the daughter of madam bo and one of her trained fighters she grew up training along side the lin kuei siblings but she later on got separated from them after they allied with outworld. She accepted Hatsune as her little sister despite the fear of being replaced suchin noticed how malnourished she was and that she was on the run from her family made her feel bad and accepted her and later on kuai Liang joined the family and they helped Hatsune unlock her arcana.

Andrew koji as kuai Liang

The vigilante brother

Kuai Liang has been living in the shadows of his twin sister lisa Liang and his older brother bi-han but after growing up and finding out the monster his brother had become and more about the plans of our world. H distanced himself and one day he had ran away from their clutches and stayed with one person who he knew in earthrealm and it was madam bo who took him in and later on he met Hatsune and suchin who were a bit hesitant to accept him but warmed up to him nonetheless and he helped Hatsune unlock her arcana beforehand despite the traumatic experience he went through to unlock his.

Noah fleder as kenshi Takahashi

The swordsman brother

Kenshi always followed in his father's footsteps and has always obeyed his orders but that was until he met his little sister Hatsune he pretended not to care for her because of his father but he couldn't ignore it when she was harmed or injured. He felt guilt and sadness for the first time when he found out his little sister had run away and despite not knowing where she was he didn't lose hope on finding her and apologies for her forgiveness if he sees her again.

Stephanie hsu as Lisa Liang.(oc belongs to @laismoura-art )

The female cryomancer.

The sister of bi-han and warrior of the lin kuei who served outworld. Lisa Liang was a dangerous warrior but unlike bi-han she was merciful towards the innocent which created distrust between her and other outworld warriors. She looks up to her big brother wanting to be a great warrior like him and help his goals be fulfilled. She also has a twin brother kuai Liang who she loves dearly and swore to protect him from danger even if he can protect himself and she was devestated when the lin kuei told her he had betrayed them but she didn't believe it.