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itsohh · 9 months ago

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With You

A/N: Female reader, the cheating tag is there cause well I mean, Deimos has a wife lol.

Summary: After a mission goes wrong you find yourself in a decade long coma only to find out that your mentor betrayed your team and is currently the world's most wanted.

Word count: 4784

Warnings: Angst, cheating, age difference, power imbalance

Masterlist AO3

2012

A curse left your mouth as he held you pinned against the floor. The second that he kept you there was almost a lifetime, eternal as time slowed down. Completely trapped under him as the heat radiated from his body onto you. If you weren't already hot from training you were certain your checks would have heated up. Time sped up again and he removed himself from on-top you. “Going to have to last longer than that Rookie.”

By no means were you new to combat, yes you were younger than most of the operatives but you weren't a rookie. You didn't dare say that to Gerald though. At the end of the day he was right- you were less experienced than most of the other Rainbow operators. Gerald knew that your enemies wouldn't go easy on you so he didn't go easy on you.

“I know.” You finally answered him as he handed you your bottle of water.

“We're doing overtime tonight, I want to see improvement.”

“Can’t, I've got prior plans.”

Gerald froze at your refusal. “Prior plans?”

“Uh huh.”

“How in the hell do you have prior plans? This should be your biggest priority.”

“Yah know they reckon half of the fight is menal right? Plans Morris. A life. I need to breathe a little or else I'll get lost in our work.”

“You should be lost in our work. It's us or nothing.” He took a swig of water from his own bottle, obviously eager to get back into it. Yet you ignored his body language.

“I should go. It's certainly late enough.” You mumbled the last part and got off the mat. With a small goodbye wave to Gerard you headed towards the locker room. Yet when you reached the corridor which lead towards it a hand suddenly yanked your arm.

Gerald looked you in the eye with a look you couldn't quite gauge. It wasn't quite fury but more akin to authority. Control. “Cancel your plans rookie.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I need to just let loose for a moment. I need to relax.”

“You need to train more if you want to stay alive. I think that's a little more important than putting on a cocktail dress and getting wasted like a whore.” He mocked.

Your hand went slap him but he caught your wrist and pinned it to the wall. He took a step towards you and used his body to sandwich you against it. For a moment neither of you spoke. Each time you breathed his chest would press against your while your eyes remained locked on his.

“You can't speak to me like that.” You finally found the courage to speak.

“I don't think your in a position to make demands are you sweetheart?”

At his question silence ring in your ears and you were painfully aware the pair of you were the only ones left in the room, hell even the building. His free hand came down to your chin. “I don't know how you have lasted this long. Sweet thing like you.”

Your brows narrowed at him. He had been in combat with you, he had seen what you could do. But you had to admit hand to hand was your weakness. The possibility that he was trying to rile you up did occur to you and you studied his face. There were a lot of things people had said to describe you sweet was not one of them. “No one gets close enough to take me.”

Gerald hummed and his body pressed against you. No longer did you breath to touch him, his entire body was for against yours and you could feel his warmth through his shirt and your bra. “This job swallows people. I have to have time to remember I'm a person.” Your voice was practically a whisper as his lips brushed against yours.

“I can show you that. Cancel your plans with your friends. Stay here. We can take it easy and be productive.”

“I never said I was going out with friends.” Each time you spoke your lips brushed against his and you could feel his breath on your face.

His eyes flicked to your lips and then his lips were firmly against yours. With a moan you kissed back against him. He kissed like he fought, hard and full of passion like his life depended on it. His lips were consuming, controlling and demanded everything from you. With your free hand you found the back of his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair before you yanked his head back.

Gerald let out a groan that seemed to ignite in his eyes and he stared at you.

“We can't.” You whispered.

“Why not?” He let go of your wrist and parted slightly from you.

“You’re my superior.”

“Trust me, that won't affect anything.”

“You’re- you're married. You have a wife and kids. You love your family and I'm not going to ruin that. I'm not going to be the other woman.” Despite how bad you wished to continue, you pushed on his chest and slipped away from him.

“Europa.” Your nickname fell from his lips like a prayer. Lips that had been just previously against yours. Lips that you ached for, your body so cold now that his was gone.

“I won’t tell anyone. I care about you too much for that. A moment of weakness.” You swallowed and looked to the floor. He repeated the name again but this time was a little bit closer.

“Go spend time with your wife Morris. I'll improve on my own time.”

2021

The sun was almost painfully bright, your body disobeyed your commands. Weak in your own skin it took almost your entire strength to move. Each breath was heavy as you sat up and attempted to look around.

It was obvious you were in a hospital and you let out a little groan. The fucking grenade. You had seen it and reacted a little too slow. The metal table had taken the brunt of the impact but you had still been sent flying. A breath left your lips. Morris would no doubt give you a hard time about the matter.

There wasn't any flowers near you. Only an empty vase that hadnt been filled in a long time and a teddy bear which had ‘get well soon’ sewn on it. A layer of dust covered it and you couldn't help but wonder how long you had been there.

When you tried to move your legs they only barely moved and you decided not to test your luck by standing up. Your eyes found the call button for a nurse and you pressed it.

A brief curse was heard out of the open door and a few moments later a couple of nurses locked eyes with you.

“Holy shit she's awake.”

2024

It had taken you three years but you were almost back to were you used to be. Your coma had left your body frail and weak but over time and therapy you managed to build your muscles and strength back up. No one from Rainbow had contacted you but you found you did have pension and quite a lot of backpay.

That was the case until a knock tapped on your door. You had only barely heard it through the small gap of you changing songs on your phone as you worked out. “Coming!” You called and put the phone down.

The door was opened only a crack and you peered outside. A red headed woman and an older man stood here. “No soliciting.” You went to close the door before the woman jumped into action and called your name.

Still you went to close the door.

“Europa!” She called and you froze. It has been a long while since anyone had called you that. “That's what they called you right? May we come in and talk?”

Your hand went to the pistol you kept next to the door and aimed it through it. “Who the hell are you people?”

The man pulled out his wallet and showed you his identification. GIGN. The woman fumbled for a second and did the same. FBI.

“We're from Rainbow.” He smiled and you paused and slowly you pulled open the door and flipped your gun into your jacket.

“I thought Rainbow disbanded.”

“It did but was reactivated in 2015.” She explained. You allowed them both inside and closed the door behind them. “My name is Doctor Gustave Ketab and this is my coworker Eliza Cohen.”

You brought the two over to your lounge and sat down at the sofa. “I would offer you two some tea or coffee but I don't really want you in my apartment so can we cut to the chase?”

They glanced at each other before Gustave took the lead. “We heard that you recently woke up from a coma-”

“-If you call three years recently okay.” You interrupted him. “Look cool you guys got reactivated but I'm never going to be the same as I was and I've already been discharged. I'm actually quite happy living my little life here.”

“It's not you that we are looking it's about someone you worked with.”

“You want information?” You cocked a brow. Despite having to write reports about everything you didn't blame them coming to the source, there was a lot of information that was omitted from those reports.

Eliza pulled a folder from the inside of her coat and placed it on your coffee table. With the corner of your pinkie finger you flicked it open to be met with Gerald's face. A breath of air was sucked through your teeth and your brows shot up. A chill ran down your spine and your heart ached at the thought of him. You hadn't seen him since that night.

“Gerald Morris. That's uh a name I haven't seen in a long time.” You looked away from a moment as you pressed your lips together. “He was my superior, my mentor I guess. What do you want to know about him?”

Each word had your heart race and you could practically hear the blood rush in your ears. “Can you tell us what he was like?” Gustave asked.

“A real fucking hard ass. Let me tell you he pushed you to the limit. A real bastard but he took care of me.” You swallowed. “He took care of his team. Was pretty instant on sticking to the book.”

“We're you close?” Gustave asked.

Sweat stuck to your bra and you were sure if you were glad that you had been working out of not. “I mean yeah, he was my mentor. We were close, sure.”

You leaned back against the sofa back and looked at them. “Why? He's not still at Rainbow is he? Should have retired by now.” You mumbled.

“You haven't had any contact with him since waking up?” Eliza asked.

“Last time I saw him was ah probably what ah 12 years ago? Is he okay?”

Eliza turned the page on the folder and you started to read the file properly.

“I don't- no he wouldn't.” You frowned. “Gerald cared about his team. He wouldn't-” You cut yourself off with a frustrated sound and rose to your feet. “He wouldn't kill Bogart.” Your teeth clenched and you walked away from them.

“I'm sorry this must be hard for you to hear-” Eliza started.

“-We were a team. I didn't even know Daniel died.” Your voice grew quiet and you leaned on the back of the sofa. “We always had each other's backs.”

“Can you tell us anything about them?” Gustave asked.

“What can I tell you? They were both good men. They both cared so much about helping and saving people. Both of them trained me but then again who didn't in Rainbow? I was everyone's little pet project.”

“Pet project?” Gustave prompted.

“Everyone had something for me to improve on. With Gerald it was hand to hand, Daniel helped me with improving my marksmanship, when he had the time Six would help improve my stealth, Bishop would teach me tactics when she could, you get the idea.”

“Your record says that you were a marksman, yet you had Bogart teach you?”

“That man was insane. Definitely one of the best shots I've ever seen. I would have been a fool to overlook his help. Why did Gerald kill him?” You were fast to get the question out and be done with the small talk.

“There's a lot that's happened. It's best if you read it.” Gustave answered and you sighed. A link blink later you sat back down on the sofa and resumed reading his file.

For five minutes you didn't say a word. All you could do is reread the file over and over.

“We're wonder if you would know of anything that would set him off and lead him down this path.” Eliza explained when you glanced at them.

“I don't know. I was already in a coma when all this happened.”

“Look if there's anything at all?” Gustave leaned forward and you could see the implication behind his eyes.

“If there's something you wish to ask, doctor, ask it.” Your nails dug into the sofa.

“Were you sleeping with Morris?” Eliza immediately asked and the man slowly turned to face her. The question certainly wasn't subtle.

*No.” You spoke without hesitation. “I didn't sleep my way to my position if that's what you were wondering. Six brought me on because he saw the potential in me and because I was fucking good.”

A breath left your lips and you forced yourself to calm down. It was a reasonable thought, you were young and one of the only women there. “Things weren't left entirely professional though.”

“What do you mean?” Gustave asked.

“The last time I saw him, we had an argument. He wanted me to train in overtime and I wanted to have a break that night. Things got heated and he kissed me before I rejected him.”

“You weren't afraid of the consequences that it would have on your career? Normally rejections don't go well for most people.” Gustave asked.

“I was more worried about the consequences it would have on him and his family to be honest. I’m not sure if I loved him.” A lie. “But I certainly cared about him and I like to think he cared about me. It wasn't a rejection based on unrequited feelings. It was a matter of circumstances. Gerald isn't that man- wasn't that type of man. He wouldn't let it affect our work life but it didn't really matter in the end did it?” You bitterly chuckled to yourself.

“I wanted him to be happy with his family but it seems he had other ideas. I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did. Maybe at all.”

“Would you come back with us and speak to Gerald. We are hoping that he will open up to you.” Gustave asked.

“Gerald isn't that type of man. His principals are always going to take priority over how he feels. I won't do jack squat and I really don't feel like being used to get a reaction out of him.”

“It-”

“-You lot seem like good operators hmm? I mean your part of Rainbow. You don't fucking need me to do your job. Figure it out.”

“Join Rainbow again. We could use your skills-” Eliza started and you barked out a laugh.

“-Are you fucking insane? Rejoin Rainbow? I thought I made myself clear earlier. Fuck no, I just fucking said I don't want to be a puppet in your game. Do you people not listen? Is that a requirement for being a Rainbow op these days? Now I think you two have outlasted your stay.”

“He's hunting us down. Even in captivity he seems rather certain he has plans to kill us all. Currently that's 62 operators. He has the skill, the smarts and the information to do so. Every day we don't get through to him is another day that he gets close to accomplishing that goal.” Eliza leaned forward and you could heard the desperation in her voice, the slight crack in it.

“These are our people. Our friends and right now your one of our biggest leads.” Gustave backed her up.

“What about his wife and kids? Did you dangle them in front of his face too?*

“Non. They believe he is dead, it's nicer that way.”

“Why not just let me believe the same?”

They didn't answer you and you sighed. “I will talk to him but I'm not being your puppet. I will say what I want to say to him and what I want him to answer. There's not going to be any integration room or one way mirror. No cameras. I want to talk with him normally in a fucking room.”

Gustave started to make a sound of protest but Eliza spoke.

“Done.”

“May we request someone to be there with you? For your safety. At least.” Gustave asked.

“No. I told you. This is for me. Not for you, say what you want afterwards I don't care. I'm not being your puppet.”

“Okay.” Eliza nodded and stood up. Gustave didn't seem happy but didn't complain. “Here's a flight back to base, we will meet you there.”

“At Hereford?”

“Yes.”

It was strange being back. Somehow the place was completely different but almost exactly the same at the same time. A guest lanyard stayed around your neck as one of the operators showed you around.

“Here's were you will be staying. It's close to the SASR ops but the walls are pretty thick.”

“Thanks Campbell.” He opened the door and you dumped your duffle back on the bed. There wasn't much for you to take.

“Please call me Miles.” He smiled warmly. “If you have any questions feel free to hit me up.”

“Alright thanks.” He left the room and you were finally alone. There wasnt anything to unpack, you prefered to keep everything in your bag. The only thing you did get out was a chunky bracelet which you put on and his beneath your hoodie.

Ten minutes later there was a knock of your door and you promptly opened it. “Cohen.”

“Normally I would have done this tomorrow but I doubt you really want to wait that long.”

She started to lead you down the hallway. “There's not a lot of places he can go unsupervised so I'm afraid we have to put him into an integration room if you want to be in the same room with him.”

You started to protest but she continued on.

“I know this isn't what you agreed to but we can turn off the cameras and the one way mirror. No one will be there with you, you will have complete privacy. It wasn't easy to get you the department leads protested a lot.”

“...Thanks.” You weren't very overly grateful but it seemed like the right thing to say.

“You have fifteen minutes and if we don't hear from you someone will come in after. Knock four times when you're ready to leave.”

The pair of you reached the interrogation room relatively fast at her slightly uncomfortable fast walking pace. “He's already in there.”

She looked towards the door. “Black out will happen when you go in.”

You opened the door and walked inside. The first thing you noticed was the one way mirror turned clear and then the orange light from the camera turned off. Behind your hoodie you hid and sat down opposite to Gerald.

He didn't say anything, he didn't seem to care about your presence. You took the bracelet off your wrist and placed it in the middle of the table before you clicked the switch on the side of it.

Curiosity got the better of the man and he spoke up. “What's this?”

“It's known as the bracket of silence. It's microphone jammer.” You looked at hima nd brought your hoodie down. Right away his face softened up and his lips parted slightly.

“You’re awake.” His chained hand reached towards your face, specificly the scar that had formed on the side of your head. You flinched slightly when he touched you but didn't stop him.

“Of all the time for you to wake up, it's now.” He seemed frustrated by the thought.

“I've been awake for three years now.”

His brows narrowed and he pulled back his hand.

“Been doing physical therapy and shit like that. Maybe if you visited you would have known-”

“I visited.” His voice raised before he swallowed and repeated himself quieter. “I visited you whenever I could even after Rainbow collapsed. Even after I faked my death I visited you. But after 7 years…”

“You gave up hope?”

“I accepted that you weren't waking up. I had someone who was supposed to keep an eye on you but it seems like I'm going to have to have a long conversation with them after this if it slipped that you were out of hospital for three years.” His first clenched and his jaw tightened.

“Does it matter? From the sounds of it, your hunting down all of Rainbow anyway-”

“No, not Rainbow. Not us, those imposters who parade in our name. I could have helped you, I should have been there to guide you-”

“When? In between your terrorist hobbies? In between killing Bohem? Cause it sounds to me like you are killing us-”

“That was an unfortunate sacrifice I didn't have a choice-”

“You always have a choice!” You slammed your hands on the metal desk. “He was out leader, our commander, my mentor, our friend.” Your voice choked nd you looked away. “You made the decision to kill him.”

“You weren't there.” He growled.

“No shit I was in a fucking coma but it doesn't change the fact you killed him.”

“They set you up!” He jumped up from the table.

“What?”

“They set you up. Your mission I read-”

“-No I fucked up. I didn't react fast enough.”

“Just listen to me for one moment, woman!” His loud voice had you paused and you nodded for him to continue. “Your entire mission was fucked the moment you got it. There was no possible way that you could have completed it alive. I'm surprised you even completed the objective. Not because your bad, far from it. The mission was stacked against you. They should have sent in more people with you. It wasn't fair to you and they were going to leave you behind when you failed.”

“How am I here then?”

“Because I found out about it. I was on your extraction heli and went in after you when you went dark.”

Silence grew between the pair of you as you absorbed the information. “Aren't you tired of being a pawn?”

“Yes.” You looked him in the eye. “I am. Which is why I'm in my retirement. Something you could have done.”

“I couldn't just retire.”

“Why not? You could have been happy with your family. You would have been an honorable man who finished his time.”

“There's still too much work left to do.”

“What? Killing the next generation? Doesn't sound like work. It sounds like you're a bitter old bastard who can't let things go.”

Gerald stood up for his chair with fury in his eyes and you continued. “You know they offered me a job. If I took it would you kill me too? If I was there instead of Daniel would you have killed me?”

“No. No it wouldn't have reached that. You would have listened to me.”

“Would I?” You titled your head as you challenged him. Slowly you walked around the table until you were next to him and looked at you. “I told you once that I needed breaks because this job could swallow you whole and this is exactly what I meant. I think you need therapy. Proper therapy where you want it to work.

I think if I was there that day you would have put me in the ground the same way you would put me in the ground now if I got in your way because you see people not as people anymore but pieces. Pieces in the game where only you can win. It will never be enough though, how far will your righteous crusade go? How many lives must be taken until you're satisfied? Fuck it let's make it a little easier huh.” You grabbed his hand and brought it to your throat.

“Kill me. That's what you do right? Kill your own people. Betray those you're close to. Who else was closer to you in my team but me right?”

Gerald stared at you and you watched as the clockwork behind his eyes turned. He blinked and you could tell right away he was back in control of the situation.

His hand tightened around your neck but he didn't choke you, it was just to hold you. This thumb gently stroked your jugular before he pushed you back against the wall. Gerald's eyes lined with yours and his lips parted.

“I wouldn't have killed you. Maybe you wouldn't have listened but I never would have had a reason to kill you. I could disarm you with ease. If I had to I would have taken you with me. I would have kept you safe.” He came closer in a proximity that reminded you of last time.

“You're not a threat to me, you've never been. I couldn't kill you back then for that same reason I won't kill you now. It's the same reason why you wouldn't have killed me if you were in Daniel’s position. You’re not a threat to me.” The repeated phrase of your own words had your hand clench into a fist. You weren't sure what pissed you off more, that or the fact that he didn't take you as a threat.

“I hate you.” You whispered as his lips brushed against yours.

“No you don't. I can tell you want to, you really want to but you don't.” His hand moved from your throat up to you jaw where he used it to hold your face as his lips connected with yours.

His lips moved slowly against your but firmly. It was like he was testing the waters but savouring every last second of it. “You would have done so well at my side.” He mumbled as he parted, his facial hair still brushing against you. “Bishop was wrong to sign you off on that mission. She should have sent me with you.” His other hand cupped the other side of your face.

“I completed the objective, that was a solo mission for a reason. Bishop’s tactics worked.”

His fists slammed on the wall above your head and the chain on the cuffs rattled.

“It would have cost you your life.” He hissed and his eyes pointed at yours. You looked away from him and you heard him sigh. Slowly you looked back at him. Gerald calmed himself with a deep breath and his forehead met yours where he gently rested it.

“It already stole a decade from you. The risk of a solo insertion was too high. I should have been there.” Gerald's voice was quiet. The bottom of his face pushed forward and once again his lips were against yours. Once again there was a sense of slow urgency, as if he couldn't properly speak. Like somehow those kisses could make it better, that they couldn't explain matters.

“But you weren't.” You whispered when he parted. You ducked down from under his arms and went towards the table. “You weren't there Morris. I went into a coma and you betrayed Rainbow. You became the very thing we were supposed to stop. I heard the stories, how are you any better than Nowak?”

“Nowak was an incompetent arrogant asshole who turned traitor because he didn't have any self worth.” He spun around and grabbed your wrist.

“Well you have three of those traits down don't you?” You snatched your wrist back and turned away from him dead set on the door.

“Europa.”

“You know I think I would have preferred it if they just told me you died. It would have been kinder.”

He called out your name once, twice but didn't move to stop you.

You took a few steps toward the door and knocked four times. The door soon swung open and you didn't look back.

#deimos x reader #gerald morris #r6s x reader #rainbow 6 siege #r6s #hes a lot more serious in this one because theres that inital respect of being in Rainbow together #posted this on mobile so I think all the formatting wiped #goodbye italics my beloved ✊😔

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pixies-and-poets · 1 year ago

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Smithy Gang Headcanons

Hi, friends! I'm extremely grateful for the positive feedback on The Forging, and definitely want to write more SMRPG stuff; I've just been working on other priorities lately. However, my brain has been busy churning stuff over, even if I haven't had the time to sit down and write a story yet.

So I wanted to jot down some of my headcanons for the Smithy gang, specifically the forging order of the main members. I thought of a sequence where Smithy created each as a response to shortcomings he saw in their predecessors. This timeline will serve as a framework from which I can write future stories.

I don't think there's anything here that goes directly against canon, but I'm not as much of an SMRPG expert as I am with some other games lol, so feel free to tell me if there's some kind of Japanese-only line that contradicts me. Also let me know your own ideas if you want!! I am new to being a proper fan in this fandom :P

First, some general notes: I don't really have a good definition for who Smithy himself is, where he came from, or what his world is like, and I don't know if I ever will, since I find some degree of ominous mystery to be more interesting. Also - while I've seen the Gang described as "robots", while that may be true in a sense, I think of them more as "constructs" - I don't think they're powered by wires or circuitry or anything like that, but rather arcane magic. They are not powered by AI, even in the sense that a more nuanced and self-aware robo-sentience might be (see examples in the Marioverse: TEC, Beep-0, JEANIE), but a more traditional type of consciousness/soul that Smithy has learned to work with, as if it were yet another material. (This isn't abnormal for the Mario world, where we already have living bullets and bombs and the like- and in an ironic twist, also makes them somewhat similar to Geno, who is a consciousness inhabiting a form that would not produce sentience or mobility on its own.)

This isn't really a fic, although it's long enough to be one, lol. I hope you enjoy!

First there was Exor; but Smithy did not create him. In fact, Exor was Smithy's beloved blade, the reason for his obsession with living weapons in the first place. But Exor is a being even more ancient than Smithy, who just happened to bond with him in his lifetime. The sword can grow to a massive size, and is never truly destroyed, but will reappear and reforge itself throughout history. The otherworldly creature that attached itself to Exor and brought it to life has been known to some as the Neosquid.

Now Smithy, in a sense, was his own first experiment - gradually replacing his organic parts with malleable metal, not only to extend his own life, but to make himself more suited for a variety of purposes. This was a process that never really had an end, as he was always experimenting, creating new heads for himself. But when he was satisfied enough with his initial efforts, Smithy sought to create life in his own image, and in the image of his beloved Exor. Among other adventures, he spent time in Subcon, the Land of Dreams, studying the enigmatic nature of consciousness - at least enough so that he could harness some of its unfathomable magic for his own ends.

Boomer was the first of Smithy's prized creations (yes, because I like the idea of the one called "Boomer" being the oldest). Originally created to provide a sort of companionship to Smithy in the form of strategic advisory and being a bodyguard- and also to provide friendship, although Smithy would never admit it. Over time, Smithy became distracted with his newer and flashier works, and grew tired of Boomer's overly serious and staid nature. Though their relationship has grown distant, Boomer's fondness, gratitude and loyalty for his creator has never faltered, and he will defend Smithy to the very last of his existence. In turn, Smithy has never put forth plans for machine-made Boomers- the younger creations speculate it's because he's too outdated a model for this to be worth it, but perhaps it's because even now, Smithy considers him irreplaceable.

Bowyer was the next-forged. Smithy sought to make a commander who represented a long-range weapon, to contrast with Boomer's katana; and also a more creative and inventive personality to offset Boomer's traditionalist and unadventurous nature. When Bowyer was born, Smithy found that he had accidentally gone way too far (in his opinion) in this new direction, leading to a creation that was so erratic he refused to even speak like those around him. Smithy found Bowyer a hard-to-control troublemaker who would rarely listen to him (or Boomer) and seemed unhappy most of the time, not fitting in with the world he had been forged into. Bowyer would also leave arrows all over the place, sticking out of random things in the weapon world - this is when Smithy had the bright idea to create arrows with consciousness, so they could return to their leader on their own. To Smithy and Boomer's surprise, Bowyer became a lot more joyful and content when he met his little Aeros, and they all became an inseparable entourage.

Smithy became creatively blocked while trying to think of his next big project, largely due to the stress of Bowyer's early behavior. Instead, he came up with a number of smaller-time minions, some of which were the Shymores, based on the Shy Guys he had observed during the time he had spent in Subcon. The Shymores were a playfully destructive group, and after seeing Bowyer's happiness with the Aeros, Smithy decided to forge a creation who was destined to be a leader from the outset; and also one with a mischievous streak, yet toned down from Bowyer. And so he made Claymorton, who later called himself Mack. He was a beloved leader to his rowdy group, but perhaps too social- he ended up neglecting his own training, preferring to play and mess around with his friends, and thus never became very strong on his own.

By now, Smithy was growing frustrated by the failures and flaws that he saw in the personalities of his creations. He decided to think extra hard about the character of his next project: this would be someone who could work completely independently - brilliant, shrewd, capable of powerful magic spells and illusions. Yet Smithy made sure to write in an unflinching loyalty to himself into the new creation's code, so to speak. And lo: at first Speardovich seemed everything Smithy could have ever wanted. Proud, powerful, but knowing his place. He needed no minions, and thus was never distracted, as he could split his own form and consciousness so that one being could do the work of many. He might appear to be older than Bowyer and Claymorton, but in fact he is technically not; he was just created from the outset to be more mature, with the moustache to prove it. And yet, over time, the cracks in this personality began to show. Speary was pompous and did not get along with the other creations when necessity called them to work together. And his respect for Smithy manifested as simpering; a begging for praise and attention which the smith found increasingly unbearable. He was always coming up with unasked-for ideas and input, such as: perhaps all the machine-made units could take the name of a spear in a different language, and "speardovich" could be their overall model name, and that he quite liked Yaridovich for himself personally, and perhaps it would be alright if- but no, Smithy would have none of it. While at first he had beamed with joy at this newest creation, he soon enough kept him at arm's length (or spear's length?) as well.

Finally, Smithy hit upon a brilliant idea - his next creation would be a group of (mostly) equals who could depend on each other without a major power imbalance, keep each other entertained, and stay out of his hair. The Axem Rangers were born, all bearing an energetic and youthful personality which they are still yet to grow out of. They were given control of the Blade, and sent to scout various worlds. They often picked up slang and brought home entertainment from the places they visited, and developed a countless number of inside jokes. The other commanders, and especially Smithy himself and Boomer, found it hard to keep up with them. However, Smithy considered their existence a big success, and remained very proud of them- although this might be due to the fact that he ended up not having to interact with them that much.

...So, that's what I have for now! I'm not sure where all of the Factory enemies fit into this; based on their descriptions, I think Clerk/Manager/Director aren't creations of Smithy, but are the same species as him and recruited from his homeworld. Same with the Chief, aside from possibly not being the same species. Smaller minions like jabits and the hammers would be produced at various points that aren't super relevant to this larger narrative. Count Down was probably made as a fun side-project when Smithy wanted to take a break from weapons per se, and see what he could do with an object like a clock. Gunyolk was confirmed to be created by the Chief. And Cloaker and Domino are weird outliers; I want to say they would be among some of the first things Smithy made, or the latest, in some kind of more abstract and experimental period.

Again - let me know your thoughts and ideas!

#super mario rpg #smrpg #fan analysis #fan theory #smithy gang

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spiderman616 · 26 days ago

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oh my god help I xont really get how people like miku as much as they do but I've never heard anyone say they don't like her possibly because they would get hit with hammers immediately on sight. like I think she's neat enough cute design etc but then there are people who really really like her and it's just she occupies the same space in my mind as mascot characters... what if everyone really liked chuck e cheese and if you ever said you don't really get the hype everyone called you a spiteful hag. world im living in. sorry for how i sound right now they're putting me in the Russian sleep study

no yeah its like. i just dont care lol. i dont have anything against vocaloids in terms of music or anything even if im not a very big fan but the insane "fandom" around hatsune miku specifically really annoys me which is where my dislike stems from. ive seen a lot of jokes about the character (if you can even call her that? feels more like a brand image) and none of them have really been funny at all. ive just had enough hatsune miku to last a lifetime

#the chuck e cheese comparison is spot on though LOL

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Currently debating against a Sasusaku shipper, what I've learned about them so far :

1. Their favourite light novel is Sasuke Retsuden, it's 100% canon BECAUSE Kishimoto DREW the art in the cover and that's enough

2. The Last movie and novel are NOT canon because it all came from studio Perriot's imagination and have nothing to do with Kishimoto and his brilliance in writing. Thus Naruto's character and a lot of other stuff seem to contradict canon, but Sasuke Retsuden is definitely 100% flawless and true shut up

3. Sakura is a great mother because she dosen't let her kid talk back to her, Sarada is asking TOO MUCH questions, Sakura was just parenting, Sakura was so right for destroying their entire house over their heads. Know your limits Sarada how dare you ask questions about someone as unimportant as your biological father

4. Kishimoto planned for Sasuke and Sakura to end up together since the begining, the proof? Idk go look it up (no they literaly asked me to go look it up from WHERE? God only knows)

5. Sasuke loved Sakura since they were kids, proof? Yeah what do you think? Obviously go look it up on your own, it MUST BE THERE SOMEWHERE if everyone is saying it

6. Sasuke blushed a thousand times at Sakura when they were kids and blushing is ALWAYS a hint for romance since we all know that us human beings aren't capable of blushing for any other reason

7. When Sasuke calls her annoying he actually means thank you, because her words get to him and make him consider not doing something bad but he's too tsundere to admit it so he's like : "y..you're..too annoying! Sakura no baka!💢" Also Sasuke obviously dosen't know how to express his feelings.

8. He obviously put her in genjutsu to protect her and if you believe otherwise you're a fool

9. Sakura is literally the 🌺🌟Spring💫🌿 and Light💡 in Sasuke's life. It was said in the novel, so it's true. She brought him out of his darkness when no one else could. Naruto who?

10. Sasusaku have some Edward Cullen mind reading Twilight shit going on because they can understand each other without words. Sasuke can be gone for a lifetime without sending a letter but she can still understand everything that has been going on with with him the moment she looks into his eyes. She perfectly understands that if Sasuke spends even a second away from his mission Konoha and the rest of the shinobi world will cease to exist why can't you understand!!!??

Girllllll this is insane! LMFAO I've seen them make this same arguments over and over again. Where did you find this specific Sasusaku shipper? Tiktok? Twitter? or is she here on tumblr?

What's funny is that Kishimoto didn't even design the cover, he just drew the design someone else comissioned [LINK] So if he didn't write the story and the cover wasn't even his idea well how is it canon at all right? The coping

This beef Sasusaku shippers and Naruhina shippers have is so bizarre like shut up! both of you ship mid! mid supported by nothing but filler! What's funny though is that Kishimoto ended up being a bit involved in The Last, he didn't write the whole script but he did make some corrections here and there unlike Retsuden where he had absolutely no input. Nothing! Nada!

Mind you Sarada was scared af and crying after Sakura reacted so violently but yeah she's the mother of the year ig

They take this from the same interview in which Kishimoto talks about how he killed Neji to bring Naruto and Hinata together (FujiTv in 2014). In this intervie he also talks about how hated Sakura is. Somewhere there they got the idea that he planned for SS to be endgame from the very beginning.

I suppose they mean all the "blushing" and scenes of Sasuke "protecting" Sakura in the Chuunin exams for example.

Their infamous blushing collages they make of Sasuke blushing when Sakura is around so they believe he's blushing because he loves her LOL

Just coping. That man is insulting her and they know that because they see how Sakura reacts to the insult.

Yeah, you don't psychologically torture your loved ones, plus he put her in a genjutsu right after insulting her but since they believe Sasuke is being a tsundere well they just don't get it.

This isn't true. They stole that quote from a Gege Akutame interview (writer of JJK) [LINK]

Pretty sure they got this from Sasuke Shinden/Retsuden where Jun Esaka wrote Sakura being able to tell how Sasuke is feeling or what he's thinking but yeah, just more filler non-sense

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Hey ish! Your school would be starting in a few days and here a few things I wish someone told me when I was about to start my journey for 11th! Some of these might apply to you too even though the paths I have and you will be taking are completely different.

Next 2 years are gonna teach you a lot. They'll put you through the highest of high and lowest of lows. They'll change you as a person. They'll teach you so much about life (and also how people can be). Things would get overwhelming at times. You wouldn't understand what the fuck is going on at times. A lot of times you'd be left confused and hurt and alone for both, academic and non academic reasons. Also, you'd get a lot of career advice so you need to know how to filter out the useless ones! The best way to check authenticity can be reflect on the achievements of the one giving advice.

Even though your classmates might be in the same stream, you'll realise that everyone has a different story and that, in the worst ways possible too. There'd be times when it'd feel like none of your peers understand your visions and aim for future, there'd be times you wouldn't have a buddy to chat about your life philosophies with who also has the same opinions as yours (but remember to not give up on people as a whole okay? You'd find people you vibe with at the end of the day, you just have to be bold enough to put yourself out there!)

There'd be also times you might end up severely over worked and sleep deprived (but make sure not to drink so much coffee that your hands and shaking and your heart is beating so fast that your body goes into fight and flight mode thinking you're having panic attack lol). You know ish, these 2 years might completely make you or break you, but remember to not give up despite whatever situations you might end up in.

I personally was a several-Olympiad-gold-medalist kinda overachiever till 10th (even in 11th lol, i didn't sit for it in 12th because my priorities changed. And I overlooked it, don't do that. Celebrate your smallest wins and remember to appreciate yourself for the smallest milestones or you'll end up severely burnt out. It has happened to me twice over the span of last 4 years till now.) But even I ended up seeing the greatest academic downfall i ever had in front of my eyes at many times during these 2 years. And you should know that it's okay. A lot of people are going to be tough on you but try your hardest not to be one of them. Being kind to oneself can be difficult but try your best okay? And you said you are a perfectionist aren't you? Take care little dove.

I've seen a lot in these two years too. A lot of your academic experience also depends on what kind of teachers you get and me, personally, oh my teachers were pos and sadists. They'd bully me for the most stupid reasons (haha losers. You said i wouldn't be able to do it? Well. fuck y'all ✨ [you'd have to learn to be indifferent at times and not let their or anyone else's words get through you. Learn to develop a strong self belief.]) and I seriously hope you get better teachers.

But oh ish not every elder is bad, you'll get some amazing teachers whom you'd never want to break ties with. Hold on to them! okay? You'd also get really amazing friends who you'd know are going to last a lifetime and would be there for you in your toughest times. Hold on to them as well! Some bastards are too good to let go. Ha!

And also, in return, remember to be kind to your peers because you don't know what they might be going through (not to scare you but I had 2 of my friends who'd almost commit suicide, so yeah it can get scary for both, you and them at times but remember to heal them with your love and support. It's an age you all need each other!)

It's gonna be fun, full of lessons, scary, exciting and adventurous at the same time. You'd hate it sometimes and you'd love it sometimes, but despite all MASTI NAHI RUKNI CHAHIE!!! You won't ever get these 2 years back so make sure you don't walk out without making some amazing memories!! Vandalise stuff, copy the sign of principal to escape the school, bunk the classes (to study or not, your choice) have deepest conversations and most light hearted jokes and banters the exact other day, sleep in the class, eat from under the bench, give impromptu speeches on seminars and farewells, break rules....whatever ish. Whatever gets your heart pumping and adrenaline rushing. Because while it's the starting of peak years of your career, you should remember to be a human and have fun at times too. It's okay. It's normal. It's needed. One shouldn't be guilty about it.

Getting less than perfect marks on a few tests isn't gonna harm you as much as you think it will. The ones who love you will continue to love you. The ones who admire you will continue to admire you. The ones who support you will continue to support you.

Baki, main hun idhar hi ❤️ kabhi bhi kuch problem ho toh AA Jana apni badi behen se advice lene, I'll try my best to help you out. As I said the other day, the pain and trauma these 2 years have put me through has only served to make me more empathetic and protective of my juniors so if you come to me with loads of rants i won't say cliché things like "Stay strong". I'd first and foremost listen to you and simply that. I'd listen to you for as long as you want me to. Because sometimes you'd simply just wanna be heard ❤️

I'll try my best to be there for you! If nobody got you, I do! Remember that, okay? ✨

... Dear gods, I don't even know what to say. You made me cry. Like, tears actually sprung up in my eyes. Happy ones, though. Don't worry too much.

I'm not one for physical affection but I would've hugged you so hard if I were there. Thank you. This genuinely made my day.

#you're so sweet chechi thank you thank you for taking the time to send me this and to offer your support #never thought 🥹 would be me irl but here i am #hugging you tight rn virtually hope you know that #and i want to say that i'm here for support too okay? it's a two way thing. i'm also here to listen.#asks: nami!#familia nami #ish's favorites

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caffeinefafnir · 4 months ago

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TL;dr: how a simple hobby keeps me from collapsing (bc we really don't pay enough attention to mental health as a society)

So earlier this year I was writting a fanfic and that's been like, the only anchor to sanity I've had for a long while. I started out on a whim one night and spewed out around 10 pages in one night. I've started at 11pm and stayed up till 5am writting. It's been such a fucking nasty year (bc all the shit started last November actually) where I've been struggling with family issues, health issues, being unemployed and struggling financially, and then the feeling of being left behind when my partner got a job and I didn't, and a lage etc. Suddenly in May I got posessed by this supernatural impulse to write a fanfic after what felt like a lifetime (around 13 years). Days turned into months, one draft became 5 separate stories abt the same characters, I discovered what whump was thus rediscovering something I was really adept to without even realizing it, followed closely several challenges althougth never pressured myself to participate (bc deadlines and I don't get along) and on top of that I started a completely new story of a genre I had never dreamt of exploring before.

Around June I was writting a super emotional scene of my side fanfic. My fave character had attempted suicide and failed, and it was a super heavy scene where she talked about this with a friend in the most nonchalant way (at first) and he was completely shocked and devastated. I was writting this at a cafe, my favorite one, and had to make a real effort to keep a straigth face while typing out bc I tend to act out the feelings as I describe them and my eyes were getting all red and wattery. But everything was fine and I got the full scene toghether. And... I felt so incredibly lighter and happier after that.

I've been trying to find an explanation for it since then. I've been battling depression since a long time now, 10 years, but I hadn't felt suicidal since a long long time ago. But I know too damn well the feeling of the symptoms of depression going away, and BOY what I felt was like a MIRACLE! The floating sensation? Just knowing everything is going to be better? Damn I missed that. I had felt it before a few times in prior years when something significantly good happened, when I went regularly to therapy, etc.

The weirdest part is that things weren't even particularly bad at that point, and even when they were the absollute worst around February I hadn't seriously thought about suicide not even once. It was more like homicidal rage at that point haha, but nothing about harming myself. I keep thinking about it ever since, how optimistic I was for the next month or so before my mood got worse due to environmental reasons. And I still went to that part over and over again to correct, add details and overall finishing the rest of the fic but this proved to be a difficult feat since I never could get myself into the same mood again.

And I'm like... what?? Why did this particular scene caused that blissful effect on me? I've never ever been in that exact situation, surely I fantasized about it (we all do at some point) and I know I'm far from cured of the depression for I still feel some of the indicators of its presence, but the change in me since I wrote those pages was explosive and intoxicating. Maybe I was channeling everything through my blorbo in ways I didn't knew I could, maybe it's just the fact that she got listened at without judging or being accused of faking it/being a failure/blowing it out of proportion, maybe bc she was feeling as lonely and unseen as I currently feel to the point you can disappear for days and nobody would notice (or at least that's what you tell to yourself)

I'm worried that if I tell all this to my therapist she'll institutionalize me haha. For real. I dunno what they normally do in these cases lol. Also I don't want to tell her yet that I write fanficiton since I´m not ready to explain an Xgen-er what is it and why my generation hype so much abt it

#fafnir ramblings #to think that I still have so much pain to inflict in these poor little meow meows #the fanfics is not even done yet #and then I have another one abt substance abuse but now I'll have to wait till next whumptober I think #tw sui ideation #tw sui attempt #tw depression #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writers #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw sui talk

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i realize this may not be the best time to ask because of the last post you made, but how do you find the motivation to keep up with so many projects at once? the fact that you can is both inspiring and also very scary and i'm jealous. "average person writes 1 fic in their lifetime" WRONG. ficwriter openphrase123 who writes 3276453287 fics in their lifetime all at once is a statistical outlier and should not be c

oh this answer got long here's a readmore

well first of all. i have a boring dayjob that lets me marinate big ideas on the backburner. i can turn my thinking brain off for 90% of my projects at work. i've been working there for seven years, i can plot fanfiction in my head without taking a single performance hit LOL

second. um. i'm thirty in like four months. that is in NO WAY old, but i have been on this earth long enough to know when i, specifically, cannot execute or follow through an idea. i only pursue projects i know i can reasonably finish without going crazy. i just kind of. know how my brain chemistry works? i have reasonable expectations for myself?? i'm friends with my brain even if it likes to overthink or be anxious or have seizures or go down weird ocd-adjacent thought paths

third, which feeds a lot into the above point. but when you are in your teens and twenties it's going to take you some time to figure out the rhythm of how you work. i like to take a lot of mini breaks in between what i'm doing. this does not work for my girlfriend, who has ADHD and is like "if i take a break i will never recover" so she doesn't do that. brains are all different and you gotta find what works for you

fourth. well. this one might just be me. but the reason i have like 8 concurrent projects is because when i get tired of one, my brain is VERY happy to latch onto another one. no matter what i'm doing, something is getting done?? that's why i was writing 3 fics at once trying to decide which one to do next. and why i couldn't figure it out and had to leave it to a tumblr poll

and, fifth. idk. i don't write fanfiction when i don't want to? if you look at my ao3 account i haven't done it since. like. 2021? and before that the last time i wrote any fanfiction was in like 2013. of which i cannot track down that old accout but i swear it probably exists?

s.sixth??? and this one is going to sound the braggiest. and maybe it is a little bit. i'm good at this? not like. naturally. i wasn't born writing 100k fanfics. but i've been writing fiction for like. most of my life. i wrote a lot of awful stupid shit before i started writing good shit. i'm not falling asleep at the wheel or anything but after you're making art for enough time, it more easily falls into place. after doing it for so long you develop an intuition for the kinds of projects you will be sufficiently motivated for. i don't know how to describe this without sounding like a pretentious asshole. maybe i can allow myself to be for like five minutes. i've earned it

i hope that helped??? my brain kind of just. does stuff. i've trained it over the years to do stuff in the direction that makes me happy!! i wish my brain would let me go clean my bathroom instead but eh. tradeoffs?

#i hopeeee this isn't braggy i'm just like. well. i do things because i like them?#but like i didn't write Any fanfiction yesterday cause i Did Not Want To. i was playing dnd and weeding the garden #and now today i want to. so i'm doing it!#also i type fast i think? 100wpm? that might help #do i THINK in 100wpm? sometimes. kind of. maybe like. 50 wpm. but i have the Capacity to be fast #anyway i'm done procrastinating for REAL

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drowninginblox · 8 months ago

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Under that Tree

Garmau in 2024? More likely than you'd think lol scampers away with the music of heisting Btw the tree in question is not the tree house. I just like this gif sm and there were no dreamscape gifs

It had been a long time since Aphmau had seen her head guard in this light. The cloudless sky made his ocean-blue eyes deeper the more time she took looking into them. When she did tear herself away from them to catch a prolonged glimpse at this familiarly disjointed island, she would find herself catching a trace of his armor.

Armor that matched his build too well. A sight she knew too well. However, it was never the time nor place to linger on such things. Here though, for some reason, it felt right. It's been so long since that raw feeling of right blessed them. "My Lady, is this...?" Garroth's head swiveled at a concerning rate as the dawning of this familiar place set in. "How did-?"

"I have no idea Garroth," She admitted, deciding to return to their setting rather than the intrusive thoughts she reserved towards one of her favorite guards. "The last time we were here was..." A wave of heat washed over her as intimate memories resurfaced. "When I was in the Irene Dimension. And you were... out in the world." She swallowed, nodding at his interpretation. "Was that reality? Or was it a dream?" Aphmau muttered absentmindedly. "Any moment with you is a dream my lady," Garroth confesses, making his lord smile.

She turns back to him, looking down at the larger-than-life tree's roots. The shadows of its outstretched branches and ample leaves blanket them from the unapologetic sun. Warm as it may be, that particular company wasn't what the pair was looking for. Especially since they have plenty in each other. "You've changed so much since we first met." Garroth returns her small smile with one of his own. "You have offered me a life I otherwise wouldn't have. Whether be in a dying town or in the castle I was raised in." The guard set his helm down on one of the many roots while he took off his hilt. "Pardon me my lady, but it has been quite a while since I've taken this off..."

"Have you been sleeping with your sword?" Aphmau accused, pointing a finger at him. "When was the last time you slept without it on you?" Garroth only turned to her. "When was the last time you did? Without someone searching your body without your permission?" The lady opened her mouth before closing it. Only to open it again. Less than a minute passed without a sound but at that point, the sheath was propped against the root that set Garroth's helmet. "You were saying, my lady?" Aphmau only sighed, kicking away any frustration into the dirt. "Now, now, my lady, the grass has nothing to do with your disappointment in me." The guard chides intermixed a slipping chuckle.

Aphmau's cheeks grow hot as a subtle anger boils in her soul. Meanwhile, Garroth takes the moment to approach her. "You need to take care of yourself Garroth! For the love of-!" She huffs. The urge to walk away from this conversation or wake up from this moment altogether tugging at her. Yet her irritation subsided with the shadow of a touch of worn leather gloves over her hip. So close yet bidding for a consent that Garroth is known to wait hand and foot for. Lingering lifetimes if necessary. "I know. But you should know better than anyone else," He takes a moment to break between the effortless gaze he holds between himself and Aphmau to take a cautious glance at his hand's placement. Aphmau waits for him to look her way to nod.

Even through the rough leather and the layers of her dress and corset, Aphmau could still feel his warmth.

"Everything I do is for you." She breaks her gaze away from his eager eyes, lingering for a faction of a second on his parted lips, before finding herself at his chest. "That is very admirable Garroth," She places her hands on his chest, making the smallest of movements back. Yet that is enough for Garroth to let her go, going as far as to take a step back to give her space. She smiles sadly. "But you deserve to live for yourself. Not for me, or my children, or..." the words catch for a moment. A few breaths are enough to loosen themselves from the prison of her throat. "Even Pheonix Drop." Garroth's brows furrow. "Aphmau, where is this coming from?"

"Garroth, you have dedicated so much of yourself. I admire that so much about you." She swallowed again. Is this why they were here? Alone together in a place made out of idealism? To say the things they left unsaid? Or for her to say the things she was afraid of?

"Garroth, you are such a strong, resilient, and kind man. You have been there for me since the beginning." She lets out a breath of a laugh. "Literally. You have been one of the main reasons I've fought for Pheonix Drop, and continue even when it fell to ruin." Another wave of heat ran through her alongside reserves of passion she could have quantified as nostalgic. A smile tugged to her lips yet wetness brimmed in the corners of her eyes. "My boys didn't deserve a fragment of the world. Nor did they have to hide for the rest of their lives. No one should."

"Aphmau," caution laced between his lips, seeping into her name. "Garroth, you don't deserve that either." She admits. A tear falls down her cheek. Garroth instinctively holds her face, brushing his thumb over her free-falling sadness. "My lady, I stay here because I want to be. With you, and your children, and this village. I have a life here. Where is this coming from?" She fights the urge to give into her heart. her mind has had plenty of time to formulate this. Why is it now that she struggles to move away from his tender grasp? "Garroth, please." She says through flushed cheeks, looking away altogether. He took the hint, moving his hand from her and taking a few steps back so he leaned against the tree.

"Garroth. I think about that day I returned from Scaleswind. The day I found you in the mines." He hoped he could gulp back the implications of what she may be doing, and yet they remained as she did. It was all over his face, the awe, the fear, the confusion of where this was coming from. By no means was Aphmau emotionally prepared for this conversation, and yet here she was. Wading through it like the heaviness of these unresolved feelings she's contained for years. Only managing to brush off any well-meaning teases or outright jealous accusations of tethering her guards to her with the promise of more than just the stereotypical power or pay. This was a long time coming, however, it wouldn't end here.

"I don't know what you remember of that day, I don't blame you if you don't. With Zenix's attack on the village and you doing everything you could to protect Levin, but I remember it so well. Can I tell you what I saw that day?" Garroth took a moment. His gaze faltered between Aphmau and the small meadow that surrounded the tree. Eventualy he relented with a curt nod. "Thank you."

"I remember a very vulnerable man." She takes a step towards him. He remains. "I saw that man in a way I hadn't expected. It was honest and hard on himself. But above all of that, he strove to protect others. Even it meant he'd be hurting himself in the long run." Even though he stood cold and uncaring to this recollection, Garroth couldn't hide his contempt. He shifted his weight between his legs and closed his eyes when Aphmau was halfway through. Striving to disconnect from the moment even though it surrounded him. "I don't know about you Garroth, but that day and the days after I found out about Levin, it seemed like everything changed." She turns away.

"It could have been the knowledge of Levin's family or the circumstances of my lordship... hell, maybe it was just me realizing..." The words catch in her throat. Eventually, Garroth offers an out for her. "That... the world is bigger than you thought?" She smiles, she never turns down Garroth's aid without good reason. Hopefully, this is good enough. "Yes, but, no." She decides. "Garroth, when I traveled, I was free. Freer than I had in a bit. And yeah, it was out of curiosity and to make sure Levin's family was okay. But I think I needed it? Looking back on it now, I think it was the fun before the storm." He chuckles for a moment, allowing Aph to exhale a breath she didn't know she was holding in. "That's all to say, when I got the answers I needed and everything was only a matter of getting back home, I kind of didn't want to go."

Another pause encompasses them. This one was longer and heavier, weighing down on Aphmau's shoulders as if two fully grown wyrens were perched on each. "I know, that's selfish of me to admit. And I did come back of course, but that doesn't make the truth hurt any less." Garroth took a breath of his own. "Aphmau. Did you ever think of abandoning Pheonix Drop? Truly?" another sad smile. "No. Never. Not after that." She smiles, satisfied that they are getting back on track. "When I came back and Zoey told me about the raid- I just. That was that. I needed to see if you and Levin were okay." Garroth shook his head. "You mean if Levin was okay." She rolls her eyes. "Garroth I know what I said. I didn't stutter." She replies evenly, smirking when her guard's face flushed red.

"Garroth, you should know that I returned for Levin and you. Everyone else too- of course! But when I was on that wyren, flying back home, I was looking forward to checking in with you. " The breeze picked up for a moment, making hair sway and her smile fade. "I didn't want to think about it, I think I knew what I was getting into by that time. So, the implications of you and I were just-" "I understand." Garroth nodded, turning back to his helm only for Aphmau to grab his wrist. "I didn't want to put us before our people Garroth."

Slowly, his head turned back. First to his wrist, then to her. "What about Laurence then?" Aphmau swallowed, taking her hand back as anxiety boiled in the pit of her stomach. "I-" She pauses for a moment, considering everything. Her words, her past actions, Garroth. "I can't say he does not mean anything to me. In a way, he's everything to me." Garroth attempts to hide his disappointment, however, the intuition Aphmau has gained over the years of her knowing Garroth shines through with a careful touch to her head guard's cheek. Cupping it as tears begin to well. "He is everything to me in the same way you are." He hesitates before leaning into her warmth. Eventually turning to face her alltogether. Gratitude and sadness wash through him although he has no idea as to why for either.

He had played this proverbial game for years. He knew there was ample risk as there was reward. Yet why does this feel like neither and both at the same time?

"My lady, how long did you know? And what do you mean?" Aphmau smiled. "I love him. And you. Equally, and in the same vein, but differently." Garroth swallowed, blinking a few times while heat rose from his chest. "What?"

"Garroth, I was so worried about what others would think and how both of you would react. But I'm so tired of not living my life, my truth. Garroth, I love you. I can't live without you. Your time in the Irene dimension has proved that to me." She swallowed back a tight bundle that began to gather in the back of her throat. "But I want- no. I need both of you. If not the way I have always hoped, then at least as friends." Garroth considers this as clarity makes itself known. All those moments, the good and the bad, redefined in a matter of a confession. Heat pooled in his stomach while a cold sweat washed over his brow. "My lady,"

"You do not need to answer now, I know it's a lot-" She recovers after a curt cough. Her warmth moves away yet Garroth moves with her, grasping her wrist lightly to get her to remain. Although she is startled by this overt yearning, she does stay. "Aphmau, why didn't you tell me earlier?" He reasons. She looks away. "Everyone else seemed to have only one that their heart yearned for... I've heard stories of people with multiple lovers. Some good, most bad." She blinked away a familiar wetness. Yet courage ignited just for her to look him in the eyes. "I didn't mean to lead either of you on, truly. I just couldn't decide."

A moment passes. Garroth and Aphmau stare into each other's eyes. One was searching. For what, they didn't know. The other was checking. But the same could be said.

Eventually, Aphmau pulled her hand away. Garroth let it. "I'm sorry if this is too much, I-" "No." Tears, now openly falling, could be tasted on the sweetness of small smiles. "Just give me time." Aphmau wasn't sure why, but the sentiment of what Garroth said left her light, warm, and open. It was an old feeling but a welcome one as a bright light from the crevices of branches and leaves seemed to grow brighter and merge together as one in every aspect of Aphmau's being.

Hope was a very good feeling.

#aphblr #garmau #hints of #laurmau #the tree is a paid actor #ofc no beta readers we die like men #aphmau has two hands #polyamory #aphmau/laurence/garoth #i did my research #I rewatched mcd for this one shot and god damn it am i satisfied #minecraft diaries #we could have had it all #but instead we have fanfiction

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wikiangela · 1 year ago

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✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon <3

I posted 22 fics this year (including the multi-chapter fic I started last december) and 21 of those were 911, and 20 were buddie lol the very first fic was the ending of my sambucky era (or a pause, I might go back who knows) and then buddie fully took over

idk what it was about this year, bc I've been writing buddie since march 2021, but now it's like the only thing I write haha

putting all the fics i've written this year under the cut bc it got loooong haha - clearly, march this year was big for me, so many fics haha

January

June 14th, 2025 (I've been waiting for you my whole life) Sambucky, T, 3.5k

A year after getting engaged, Sam and Bucky get married. A little oneshot that takes place after the events of my fic "sounds like an angel (he might be a demon)".

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March

The one with groceries and bad coffee buddie, G, 1.3k

It’s fucking coffee, of all things, that finally does it. Or, Buck buys Eddie's favorite brand of coffee for his loft, and Eddie's brain short-circuits, leading to a realization.

Fine buddie, 1.6k

Eddie’s foot feels heavy on the gas pedal, while his hands grip the steering wheel tightly, to prevent them from shaking. He’s driving almost on autopilot, while trying his best to compartmentalize and focus on just getting to the hospital, trying not to think about Buck- about what’s happening in the back of the ambulance right now. Or, after the drive to the hospital after Buck's hit by lightning, Eddie loses it. Sort of 6x10 coda.

don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came buddie, 1.9k

He can’t help but think that this is some kind of sick joke from the universe, which he doesn’t believe but he knows Buck would. “The universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” is what Buck said once, it feels like a lifetime ago. He didn't believe it, then, either. And now the universe is mocking Eddie, having him have to tell their kid about Buck, just like Buck had to tell him about the shooting. Eddie doesn’t know how Buck did it, how he had the strength, because he’s on the verge of breaking down and shattering into a million little pieces. Or, Eddie goes home to tell Christopher about Buck getting hurt.

we got time (but we're only human) buddie, 1.6k

“We got time, Eds.” Buck chuckles. “Not enough.” Eddie’s voice breaks a little. Buck squeezes his hand. “We almost ran out of time, and I can’t just wait until it happens again, Buck. Besides, life is short. We’ll never really have enough time, because a lifetime with you wouldn’t be enough." Or, Buck wakes up from his coma, and Eddie, done with wasting time, confesses his feelings.

I can't love you any more (than I do now) buddie, G, 2.6k

Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

I don't mind a detour (as long as I still get to be yours) buddie, G, 1.4k

Buck falls asleep on Eddie's couch. Eddie has feelings about it.

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April

me and you only equals love buddie, E, 6.6k

“What would you say,” Eddie brings one of his hands to Buck’s face, traces his jaw, feather-light, barely there touch, and hears Buck take a shaky breath, eyes wide with something like awe not leaving Eddie’s face, “if I wanted to kiss you? Just hypothetically.” OR, Eddie is horny and in love, and after the poker date, he finally kisses Buck - and things unfold from there. aka my first smut lol

you're the one I want buddie, G, 1.4k

“You know there’s only one person I’m interested in.” “And who might that be?” Buck leans back against the counter with a goofy grin, and Eddie wants to just go over there and kiss him. “Just my best friend I’m kind of hopelessly in love with.” Eddie shrugs, and enjoys seeing how Buck’s whole face gets red. OR, no one knows that Eddie and Buck are dating, Pepa tries to set Eddie up on dates, and Buck finds it amusing.

kiss it better buddie, G, 1.5k

Buck burns his tongue, Eddie makes a joke, and everything changes.

stuck with each other buddie, G, 2.5k

Buck's new fixation is buying unnecessary kitchen gadgets that end up in Eddie's kitchen, they all cook together, and Eddie can't keep his feelings in check.

I'm free in salt water (embrace the deep end, leave everything) maddie fic, 612 words

Sobbing, Maddie got up and, fully clothed, stepped into the ocean. Cold water was splattering against her, as she kept walking, fighting against the waves that tried to push her out. She was determined. It wasn’t her first attempt at killing herself, but it would be the first time she would be successful. OR, What was going through Maddie's mind as she walks into the ocean? (wrote this one when i was bored in class in college about a year before I posted this and idk if I like it tbh but it's posted haha)

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May

I'd marry you with paper rings buddie, G, 3.4k

“If we’re not married by the time we’re, like, forty, we should just marry each other.” he chuckles, and downs the rest of his beer. And Eddie… Eddie knows it’s a joke. Obviously. It can’t be anything but. But still, it does something to him. He’s thought about it, fantasized about it, but hearing it from Buck, even jokingly… “Why wait?” his tone is also teasing. He can play it off as a joke, while still looking for Buck’s reaction, for any indication about how he feels. (...) “Let’s just do it now and get it over with.” Or, Buck makes a joke that leads to an unplanned marriage proposal.

Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? buddie, G, 2.9k

Buck spends time with Eddie and Chris, and for some reason finds himself incapable of telling Natalia, which leads to some realizations.

what a mighty good man buddie, G, 3.4k

Buck loses his phone, and Eddie calls him to help him find it - but he does not expect the ringtone Buck has set for him.

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June

me, you, our kid and a dog buddie, G, 4.7k

Buck and Chris try to convince Eddie to get a dog, while not even living together. It leads to more unexpected changes than Eddie could ever imagine.

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July

you been looking for love (let me show you how it's done) buddie, E, 12.2k

“Are you-” he frowns, the confusion somehow winning with the urge to just lean in and kiss him so thoroughly he’ll forget about any other kiss he might’ve shared with any dates. “Are you doing all this on purpose?” “Doing what?” Eddie tilts his head, licks his lips, and – Buck’s almost a hundred percent sure – drops his gaze to Buck’s lips for a second. “Eddie.” Buck takes a deep breath, and wants so badly to kiss the smirk off of Eddie’s face. “Please.” “What for?” “You’re driving me insane.” he whispers, nails digging into his palms to prevent himself from reaching out. But Eddie’s thigh is pressed against his, and somehow his hand is on Buck’s knee now, and Eddie’s looking at him in such a way, that it makes Buck hot all over – or, hotter, his palms are sweating, actually. “And I feel like you are doing it on purpose.” or, Eddie is a tease, Buck is horny and jealous of Eddie dating, and a regular evening takes an unexpected turn.

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August

For a holiday (and forevermore) buddie, M, 95k, 30 chapters

Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more... (my baby fake dating holiday fic <3)

I could get lost in the feelings (just say that you belong to me) buddie, E, 15k

“Wait, wha- how- how do you feel about me?” Buck asks, his voice quiet and almost hesitant. “Buck, really? Isn’t it obvious? Do I have to spell it out for you?” Eddie sighs, eyes finally locking with Buck’s. “I think I’d like you to.” he whispers, eyes wide. “Just so I- just so I’m sure.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Eddie mutters, and then, frustrated and sad, and angry, he takes the few steps separating him from Buck, grabs his face with both hands, and crashes their lips together. Or, Buck's going on a date, Eddie's so jealous he finally snaps and reveals his feelings, which leads to a passionate evening in Buck's kitchen. aka the possessive smut which might be one of my fave fics ever haha

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September

baby, you drive me wild buddie, E, 10.9k

He places his left hand on Buck’s thigh now, and Buck’s smirk just grows. “Eddie, I’m driving.” he says mock-scolding, but he chuckles breathily, as Eddie shifts in his seat, angling more towards Buck, taking his right hand and very lightly moving it along Buck’s inner thigh, following the seam of his jeans, until he gets to his dick. “Pull over, then.” he hears his own hoarse voice, as his hand grips Buck’s also already hard dick, getting a gasp out of him, his left hand still on Buck’s thigh digging its fingers into the leg. He really doesn’t think he can wait until they get home. “Eddie.” Buck shakes his head slightly, eyes not leaving the road. “We’re not gonna have sex on the side of the road.” Or, Buck and Eddie have car sex on the side of the road. one of my absolute favorite fics I've written and i think my fave smut ngl haha

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October

the next best thing buddie, E, 9k

And, look, Eddie could say that it’s all good, delete the message, and pretend it never happened. Except, the more he looks, the more turned on he gets, and his hand starts stroking his dick through the fabric, and- and his mind is clouded by arousal and jealousy, and such strong feeling of possessive want, he’s not thinking when he throws the covers away, takes a picture of his bulge, cock hard and leaking, a wet spot visible on his underwear, and sends it to Buck in response, with a text that says ‘no worries, I liked it. fuck, I want that gorgeous cock all to myself’. It’s so unlike him, he’d never even taken a nude picture before now, but- but this is Buck, who makes some sort of crazy possessive beast roar to life in his chest, and has his body screaming at him to do something, anything to get Buck’s attention on him, instead of whoever the hell was on the receiving end of the messages leading to that one. ‘HOLY SHIT’ is what he gets back, and not even two seconds later, Buck’s calling him. Or, Buck accidentally sends a nude and a spicy text to Eddie - things escalate from there.

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November

I wanna spend my forever like that buddie, G, 8.6k

Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

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Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.

no pressure tags: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @daffi-990 @loserdiaz @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @housewifebuck @underwater-ninja-13 @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @pirrusstuff @fortheloveofbuddie

#2023 writing round-up #writing round-up #tag games #i wrote so much at in march-april-may and then there's a decline lmao #self recs #i love most of the fics on here ngl #this year has been good when it comes to writing #clearly the lightning got to me lmao how did i write so much about it #this is so long lmao but ill never pass an opportunity to self rec sns 🙈

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astralscraft · 27 days ago

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This is meant to be a witchcraft blog as well so here's something's I've learned for new witches

1. You don't need to do spells

I think this is important cause when I first started I didn't know wtf to do other than spells. The main thing would be to look at different aspects of the craft and see what interests you.

NOTICE how I did not say "and see what type of witch you want to be". That is because this whole "what type of witch" thing has only started in the last couple years to give people an overview of different aspects. I mainly do spirit work and divination but I also do spell jars and use crystals. See what aspects of the craft you like but please go to number 2

2. Start with the basics.

This is your typical grounding, cleansing and protection! Not enough people know how to do this and I know books are old fashioned (I'm 21 btw) and that everything is on websites (it isn't just btw) but read Witchery by Juliet Diaz! Captivating reading and yes it may look big but the font is massive and there's a bunch of spells you can just skip over cause my one criticism with the book is that the spells take really specific shit? Like I live by a beach, have one metaphysical shop with no herbs, no farmers market and I live in an apartment with no garden. Where am I getting really specific herbs from? Space? Amazon?

3. If you feel like a deity is reaching out to you then ask someone to check!

I work with Loki, a fire elemental in the form of a chimera called Flicker (who is now a spirit guide), Fenrir, Dionysus, Hestia, Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, a dragon (who has been a spirit guide for 4 lifetimes), and Hades! Now that may look like a lot and let me assure you it isn't. My mentor/ teacher/ friend has like 30+

I've been practicing properly for maybe two months btw, I started divination three years ago with spirit guides and other people's but I had to take a break for a year at least cause of my housing situation and mental health.

Everyone's path is different.

I started working with Loki first, I had this really weird feeling for ages that someone was reaching out so I asked @knowledge-from-the-abyss to do a reading. Loki and Fenrir were reaching out and from there I found more spirits or they found me. Some people never work with deities, some people do, some people get a nagging feeling that someone is talking to them.

4. Ask questions

Ask them here! I'll respond! I'm unemployed so I've got time lol, you don't have to go this alone and while your journey will be different from mine I'm still happy to help you along the way!

Hope you enjoyed my post! Feel free to ask any questions! If I don't know the answer then we'll learn together!

#witchcraft #witches #beginnerguide #beginner witch #witch help

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What are your thoughts on The Alchemy? All the football references make you think it's about Travis, but if you take them away, the rest of the song just doesn't make sense for him in my opinion. Especially with “this happens once every few lifetimes” from it and “once in 20 lifetimes” from cardigan.

Hey, anon! Honestly, I'm so glad you asked about this song. When I first heard 'The Alchemy', I was cackling at what I believed were obvious football-related red herrings… This suspicion grew exponentially when Taylor decided to mash it up with 'Treacherous' of all things!

And of course, it's "touch down", not "touchdown":

Which implies some sort of aircraft… an airplane? (Perhaps a UFO? 🛸)

Even if it is a sports reference, who's to say it's not rugby? Especially when paired with the word "blokes"… Also, what's with the word "blokes" anyway? Americans don't say that! lol And Taylor sang it with a heavy accent during the acoustic set…

Now, I know what you might be thinking, since I've seen a few 75 fans get upset with Taylor over this song, assuming it's super petty and she's making fun of Matty. Well, part of my personal ethos is to give people the benefit of the doubt rather than automatically assume malintent. So, my thinking is that even if Matty truly did ditch Taylor because he couldn't take the heat of her fan's burning pitchforks and he thought he was doing her a favor by leaving… the absolute last thing she would do is write songs making fun of him for it. The woman who wrote 'Peace'?! Nah, I don't buy it!

I firmly believe that Matty gave TTPD his blessing. I think it's chiefly an album reflecting an earlier time in Taylor's life, a time she couldn't write about any of that stuff without giving away Matty's identity and personal details of his life that he did not want to be public (it was not just her story to tell). Now, though... Matty has since shown incredible vulnerability and bravery in discussing his past addictions, and frankly, humanizing addicts for his impressionable young fans! Taylor, too, has great empathy for those struggling with addiction - something she spoke about a few times throughout the 1989 tour (gee, I wonder why…) usually preceding the song 'Clean'.

And though they have at least a decade-long public history, Matty was only recently "inducted" as a muse into the "Taylor Swift Cinematic Universe". If I had any, I'd bet money that Taylor had the green light to write this album from Matty, himself (and that he's been easter egging the hell out of it leading up to its release!)

Like you, "once every few lifetimes" immediately reminded me of 'Cardigan'. Of course, you have a reference to heroin (see above), and someone getting out of a hospital… making this song almost sound like it's, at least in part, from Matty's perspective. Ditch the clowns, cut the amateurs...

And, whoever's heart is reserved, the sign is not still there for someone they just met, right? If it is about someone new, then it sounds more like a restaurant reservation or something. Not the most romantic metaphor (and frankly, a strange one if you ask me!)

Further, the song is from 2023:

Anon, I just can't suspend my disbelief enough to hear this as a song written for someone she just started dating (way more "unhinged" than the exchange of "I love yous" with someone you've known for ten years, anyway...) But! I very well could be wrong. Hopefully time will tell.

Lastly, there's something called an "alchemical marriage", which is a sacred union that transcends the physical realm into the spiritual, joining twin flame souls together. Do with that what you will...

Thanks for the ask! 🤍

#answered #speculation: ttpd

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darkstar225 · 1 year ago

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Twice's 10th member can't find her favourite snack after ONCE's discovered about it

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend smit24123, who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi surprise surprise it's me I have one where foreigner 10th member likes to order their favorite snack aka graham crackers (because it's not in Korea) and the fans find out and it's sold out so 10th member gets frustrated because they grew up on it and they (10th member) can't get it. Ps I love your one-shot's

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a crisp autumn evening in Seoul. TWICE, one of South Korea's most beloved girl groups had just finished a successful concert, leaving their fans in high spirits. As the members made their way back to their dressing room, they were greeted by a familiar sight, a table overflowing with gifts and fan letters.

Y/N, the group's youngest member, had always been known for her warm and approachable demeanour. She loved interacting with fans and reading their heartfelt messages. Today was no different as she eagerly began sifting through the pile of letters and gifts, a smile gracing her lips as she uncovered the heartfelt words of support.

Among the letters, there was one that caught her attention: a beautifully decorated envelope with her name written in intricate calligraphy. The maknae carefully opened it, revealing a handwritten letter from a fan named Soo-Min.

Dear Y/N,

I hope you had a wonderful concert tonight! I wanted to send you a little something special to show my support. I know you've mentioned in interviews that you miss a snack from your home country, graham crackers. I've included a box of them in this package for you. I hope you enjoy them!

With love, Soo-Min

The younger girl's eyes widened with surprise and joy as she carefully pulled out the box of graham crackers. She couldn't believe that a fan had gone to such lengths to send her a taste of home. Graham crackers had been a staple of her childhood, and she often reminisced about the simple pleasure of dipping them in milk.

The other members noticed their sunshine's excitement and gathered around her, curious about the contents of the package.

Nayeon - What's that, kid?

Y/N beamed at her older sisters.

Y/N - It's graham crackers, my favourite snack from back home! Soo-Min, one of our fans, sent them to me. Can you believe it? *shining eyes*

The members were thrilled for their child and applauded Soo-Min's thoughtful gesture. They watched as Y/N eagerly opened the box and took out a cracker, savouring the familiar taste.

Y/N - These are amazing! I haven't had these in so long... *smiles*

The rest of the members tried a graham cracker and nodded in agreement. They were indeed delicious.

Over the next few weeks, TWICE's angel's love for graham crackers became a running joke among the unnies. She would often be seen snacking on them during breaks, and her enthusiasm was infectious. The members even started calling her the Graham Cracker Queen.

But as Y/N's love for graham crackers became more well-known, something unexpected happened. Fans started sending her boxes and boxes of the snack, turning it into a sort of running joke. The youngest's dressing room began to fill with graham cracker packages, and she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Y/N - I'm going to have enough graham crackers to last a lifetime.

She joked with her members.

However, as time went on, the availability of graham crackers in Seoul started to decline. The snack became increasingly difficult to find in local stores, and fans began to notice. They took it upon themselves to search for graham crackers to send to Y/N, but many came back empty-handed, frustrated by the scarcity of the beloved snack.

The idol's heart sank when she received a message from Soo-Min, the fan who had initially sent her the graham crackers.

Y/N, I'm so sorry. I've been trying to find more graham crackers to send you, but they seem to be sold out everywhere. I don't know what's happening.

TWICE's honeybee felt a pang of disappointment. She had grown so fond of the snack, and the thought of not being able to enjoy it anymore was disheartening. She decided to keep the news to herself, not wanting to burden her fans with her frustration.

As the weeks went by, Y/N's stash of graham crackers reduced, and she rationed them carefully. She couldn't bring herself to tell the members just how much she missed the taste of home, especially when they had all grown so fond of the snack themselves.

One evening, as TWICE was preparing for another concert, the members gathered in their dressing room for a pre-show pep talk. Jihyo, their leader and Y/N's mama, noticed that her kid seemed quieter than usual.

Jihyo - Is everything okay, cutie pie? *concerned voice*

Y/N hesitated for a moment before deciding to share her feelings.

Y/N - Well mama, you know how I've been getting those graham crackers from fans, right?

The members nodded, remembering the ongoing joke.

Y/N - I love them so much. But I haven't been able to find them anywhere in Seoul lately. It's like they've disappeared, and I miss them so much. *quivering voice while pouting*

The unnies exchanged sympathetic glances. They had no idea that their babygirl had been struggling with the scarcity of graham crackers.

Jihyo reached out and placed a comforting hand on the maknae's shoulder while pulling her onto her chest for a cuddle.

Jihyo - We had no idea you were feeling this way, honey. We're here for you. Omma's here, baby.

Y/N smiled gratefully at her sisters, especially Jihyo, her eyes glistening with tears.

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I just needed to get it off my chest.

As TWICE took the stage that night, they gave an electrifying performance, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of longing for graham crackers. She had grown to appreciate the little things that reminded her of home, and those simple crackers had become a symbol of comfort and nostalgia.

Little did Y/N know that her confession had not gone unnoticed by her fans. In the days that followed, the hashtag #BringBackGrahamCrackersForY/N began trending on social media. Fans embarked on a mission to find the unavailable snack, searching stores and reaching out to companies in a bid to replenish their idol's supply.

Soo-Min, the fan who had initially sent Y/N the graham crackers, took it upon herself to contact the snack's manufacturer. She explained the girl's love for the product and how it had become a symbol of home for the young idol. The manufacturer, moved by the story, promised to do their best to restock the snack in Seoul.

News of the manufacturer's commitment spread like wildfire among fans, and hope was renewed. TWICE's sunflower was overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from her fans, who were going to great lengths to bring back the beloved graham crackers.

Days turned into weeks, and then, one evening, as Y/N was preparing for another concert, there was a knock on her dressing room door. Startled, she opened it to find a delivery person holding a package.

Delivery person - Is this for Y/N of TWICE?

Y/N nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She accepted the package and tore it open, revealing a sight that left her speechless. Dozens of boxes of graham crackers, more than she could have ever imagined.

The other members rushed over to see what was happening, and their eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the graham crackers.

Jihyo - My love, look at this!

Tears of joy filled the youngest's eyes as she realized what had just happened. Her fans had succeeded in bringing back her favourite snack, and it was a gesture that touched her to her core.

Y/N immediately took to social media to express her gratitude. She posted a photo of the graham crackers with the caption:

To all my amazing fans, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You brought back a piece of home for me, and I couldn't be more grateful. I love you all so much. #GrahamCrackerLove

The hashtag #GrahamCrackerLove quickly started trending as fans celebrated their victory. Y/N's fans had not only fulfilled her wish but had also shown her the incredible power of their love and dedication.

As Y/N bit into a graham cracker, the familiar taste of home flooded her senses, and she couldn't help but smile. She knew that no matter where her K-pop journey took her, she had a loving and dedicated fan base who would always support her, no matter how small or significant the request.

With renewed determination, Y/N and her TWICE family took the stage that night, their hearts full of gratitude and love for their fans. As they sang and danced, Y/N knew that she was exactly where she belonged, surrounded by people who cared for her and a box of graham crackers that had brought them all a little closer together. And this made her have only one thought:

I love my life as the maknae.

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there’s something wrong, ty for reading <3

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