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botwstoriesandsuch · 3 years ago

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Heya!! Kip here! The @memorabiliazine preorders have just shipped, which means we can share our pieces now! I wrote this piece back in February, after theorizing about the presence of Robbie's Telescope being present in the Royal Tech Lab in Age of Calamity. So without further a do, here be my little essay/fic on some old ruins, or more specifically, its:

Cause of Destruction

The storm had come too late. Thankfully, it was all devastated.

She continued to run from the screaming.

The Sheikah woman headed for the hills, brittle trees littering the eastern side of the Lindor mountain side. If she hurried, she could meet up with the others who had—

A distant crack of thunder melded with the collapse of stone; she makes the mistake of glancing back.

In the greater horizon, the shadow of Hyrule Castle looms over a conquered dusk. A shrill cry—something between a roar and a whine—escapes from the cloudy malice beast that enshrouds the Hylian monument. But that was just the backdrop, the canvas for contrast. Closer still, in the billowing grass of North Hyrule Plain, the stormy winds cut through fog and smoke like a dagger.

In the opened wound, the faint silhouette of a building glows.

Blue.

She keeps running.

The color might have at one point been appealing—the symbol of the Royals, the pleasant hue that cloaked a perfect morning. But tonight it just haunted her...chased her...reminded her of the terrible deed that was done.

A horse came over the hills.

“HEY!” a man shouted, mounted on a grey horse. “MA’AM! HALT, PLEASE!”

Crap. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, clutched her limp, burned arm, and kept moving. I just need to reach the trees.

But the chase seemed over before it had even started. When she had first started running from the blue, some wandering captain had stopped her to ask what was wrong. There was a strange kindness in his striking eyes, a forgein concept in this land now stricken with grief, death, and paranoia. In her haste—and possibly shame of what she had done—she had just pushed the captain away and fled. Very inconspicuous…good job me.

Now it seems he had found her again. Any other day she might have commended him for his kindness in checking with some random Sheikah, during the end of the world no less.

But tonight, well...there’s a sliver of her that might have preferred death.

The woman tripped on a divet in the earth, crashing down on one of her badly burned legs, and hissed at the pain. The rain had muddied the path, and was staining her once white clothes a disgusting marron. The pounding of hooves grew closer, until they halted right next to her ears.

A pair of leather boots crashed into the mud.

“Ma’am, don’t get up. You’re injured. Please.”

The clang of metal armour accompanies the voice. Oh he was a captain alright, equipped well for the apocalypse. His metalspear and armour adorned in—

She looks up.

Blue.

A slight frown.

The man tries to help her to her feet, watching to not clutch on the wounds on her right side. “Whatcha doing all the way out here? The nearest settlement is a ways away.” The captain lifts up one of her arms, and his eyes widen just a bit. “Dammit...those burns look bad. We might getcha some aid...there’s a laboratory place nearby that I’m heading by, just due east and—”

“...Lab?” The woman can’t help but wonder aloud. No...you idiot, you can’t be serious.

The captain smiles again. “See now, that’s why I was so eager to catch your attention. You’re running in the wrong direction.” He points in the direction she was running towards. “Up where you’re going is just mountains. There’s a fancy smancy lab a bit south that could help patch you up better than—”

“If you head to that lab, you’ll die.” She lets the words linger for a moment. “Unless, of course, that was the desired plan for the evening.” The woman laughs to herself, but the sound is empty and dry.

He frowns. “...What?”

She’s silent, gears turning in her head. Goddess...how do I say this without—

She points east, the rain pattering on her outstretched sleeve. “Tell me, Captain. What do you see over there?”

The man pauses, his face contort with confusion. He follows her hand and stares at the blue.

“...North Hyrule Plain. Some building glowing blue over there…I’m assuming that’s the techno-wizz from the L—”

“Lab, yes. That would be the Royal Ancient Lab. Though I’m afraid it’s not glowing from ‘techno-wizz’ or anything of that sort, dear captain.”

She crosses her arms, turning to look away from the blue and hugging her knees. “It’s currently burning to the ground.”

An ugly pause, as the man seems to take a moment to digest this. He flickers his gaze between the Sheikah and the distant blue building.

“I-It’s...It’s raining though—”

“Blue flame, I’m afraid, is a bit more resistant. Plus, it’s been burning long before the storm came through.”

“What...I…” The captain sits next to her, plopping into the mud in disbelief. “I was really thinking that...why would…”

He turns to her, his eyes are stormy grey, with faint specks of blue, like embers. The captain’s tone is gravely serious. “Miss, why was that lab destroyed?”

The question catches her off guard. Her jaw’s clenched, but she breaks their staring contest and hides her surprise with a shrug. “Same reason as every other disaster today. Calamity Ganon destroyed it.”

There’s a crack of thunder, and the ground shudders at her lie.

“...No.” the man mumbles.

“Look, I know it’s a lot to process—”

“No, I mean,” he stands, hand reaching for his back, “that’s not what actually happened, is it ma’am?”

Crap. The Sheikah holds her hands in the air. “If this is about me shoving you earlier, I was just a bit—”

“Aw now don’tcha worry about that, I took no personal offense.” He scratches the blond stubble on his chin.

“Now the thing that I do find some mighty fine offense to, is the fact that there’s a good lick of a chance that I’m currently speaking to an arsonist traitor.”

There’s a BOOM, and in the distance, another large piece of the Royal Lab collapses into the earth. The blue grows brighter.

“Me? What in the name of Hylia are you—”

“Let’s not play dumb, ma’am. Trust me, I’m a sucker for some pleasantries and small talk, though I’m afraid addressing the fact that you burned down the nearest safe haven for miles is gonna take priority here.”

The Sheikah woman just fumes, attempting to get up in the captain’s face. “How DARE you accuse me of—”

She’s cut off by the shing of metal cutting through air. The captain twirls the spear on his back and points the end right at her neck, resting just below her chin. She scowls, but puts her hands in the air.

“You just don’t understan—”

“That’s a mighty fine torch you got there…” He clicks his tongue.

Both hands grip his spear steady, ready to pierce flesh at any moment. The captain gestures with a wink to the torch attached to her waist. It seems to still smolder slightly with faint blue embers.

The captain looks between the torch, and the blue fire in the horizon.

“Yes, a mighty fine torch indeed.” He presses the spear tip a bit further forward.

“And it’s glowing a familiar color.”

Cause of Destruction

An Analysis of the Destruction of the Royal Ancient Lab

By Dr. J Kippers

(But please, Kippers was my father, call me Kip)

So heroes are a thing, huh? Who’da thunk it! One minute, I’m continuing my travels, studying some cool rocks and bricks in Hyrule Field. Then the next, a giant malice pig appears and fights some teenage boy wielding a glowing stick. I definitely wasn’t cowering behind the ruins of a garrison bathroom while that all happened, and I definitely was doing some cool badass fighting moves with my...pen, to help that knight and save the world and stuff. Makes for a pretty cool story, yeah? HA, Traysi would kill for it…

But enough of my daring, slightly exaggerated, exploits. It’s been a few weeks since the world’s settled down from the Calamity’s defeat, which means I had prime time to settle back into my hometown, and put my years of travel and research to paper!

I spent the majority of my life studying the history of Hyrule as it fell to the Calamity 100 years ago...and with the world now revitalizing, it’s just prime time to get myself out there! Research wise, that is!

At first, I didn’t really know what to write, cause WOW there’s just so many topics to choose from. Plus there’s a lot on the line here, gotta make a good impression for whatever new kingdom that Princess Zelda’s got planned. She seems the scholarly type, yeah? I’m thinking I could snag some Hyrule history teach’ position at a rebuilt university or something… Princess has got an awful lot of focus on the reconstruction of different village ruins. Which is fair, cause who better to know how to rebuild these places than the people who were alive to see them in their prime!

And you see, that’s where my journey of knowledge began! People with first hand knowledge of the events of distant past are alive? OH a historian’s dream…my soul swells in happiness. Plus, I also got my researcher brain a-tingling. My dad’s friend’s cousin’s neighbor’s grandma’s dog’s breeder knew Dr. Robbie back in the day, so Sheikah tech is basically in my blood.

With these passions rejuvenated I had my goal! Publish some revolutionary new theory that combined my awesome knowledge for history, archeology, and tech! And what better place to see that than, (duh) the Royal Ancient Lab Ruins.

Now, there doesn’t seem to be much in these ruins…it’s absolutely barren. No weapons or treasures to be seen. Just your run-of-the-mill ruined ruins, destroyed long ago by the Calamity. And that was the end of the story.

At least that’s what I thought until I did a little more digging. See, as I was doing some additional research, I stumbled upon this old history/research book stored in the Kakariko archive. I have no idea where it came from...it’s titled...C-Caa...Creation? Creating? Creating a...Cham...it’s kinda faded and hard to read. But anyhow, this weird little history book was written by some guy named “Nine-tendons.” If someone out there has a copy feel free to hit me up, but for today’s sake title and author don’t really matter. The point is, one of the quotes in that book describes the ruins like this:

Royal Ancient Lab Ruins

It is thought that these ruins represent the ancient relic research facility that was under the direct rule of Hyrule Castle, but only the outer walls remain. There is no trace of the building’s interior, let alone any research materials.

The thoroughness of its destruction feels intentional. [Page 396, Cr_ating a Champ___, Nint__do.]

Now I’m not too familiar with the work of whoever Mr. Nin-Ten-doves is, but I strangely trust their word on the topic wholeheartedly. Call it a feeling from the divine if you must, but they’re right! It seems so much more obvious in hindsight.

My adventures into the other various ruins across Hyrule always gave me something to work with. The world is just crafted for exploration. Old treasure chests, weird rocks with a tiny talking tree fairy underneath. Hell, even a monster or two was always happy to inhabit even the smallest of ruins I’ve entered. Yet, there is absolutely nothing of prominence to be seen at the ruins of the Royal Ancient Lab. And I’ve double, triple, and quintuple-checked!

Why are there no rusted weapons...or treasures...or any records or evidence of anything, other than some crude stone walls and a rock? That kind of destruction is just unnecessarily absolute, even for the Calamity.

According to detailed drawings/notes I have in my records of Historical Works during the Age of Calamity (HW AOC for short), the Royal Ancient Lab was nearly three stories tall, with a royal blue ceiling, complete with a basement level, and an upper telescope! With even the smallest of structures (like simple ranch and village ruins) still standing today with plenty of artifacts, why is as great a structure as the Royal Lab so desolate?

Intentional, intentional, intentional...that word ran through my head for days, weeks, months even. Why would the Royal Ancient Lab be destroyed intentionally? Did the Calamity see it as that major a threat? No, that wouldn’t make sense, the movements of Calamity Ganon that day clearly show his intention to use the Sheikah power against the people of Hyrule. An Ancient Lab would be a major benefit, if anything…

So, surprising as it may be, the current prime suspect for the destruction of this lab would actually be…

The Sheikah just glares. “Well...what gave it away?

He shrugged his shoulders with a half smile. “Deductive reasoning, with a hint of some good ol’ luck perhaps.”

“Listen, I know this looks bad, but you have to understand—”

“Oh I understand quite well alright.” The captain gives a wink. “I try to be humble, but Mama always did say I was the smartest cookie she knew.”

He rests the end of his spear on her collarbone, the threat clearly still present, but it gives him the freedom to pace and wipe rain for his soaked blonde hair.

“See I know that Calamity Ganon’s corrupted every bit of Sheikah tech from here to Lurelin. I know that he’s been targeting Hylian settlements. ‘Seen it myself when some monsters and Guardians destroyed my regiment and post at Maritta Exchange, just a bit north from here. I know that the only reason the other settlements, like the Rito and Zora, are still standing is because Ganon’s focusing all his forces on finding and killing the Hylian Champion and the princess. And finally I know that because of that, there is not a Guardian or monster around for many a mile. I mean, just lookie over there.”

The woman turns her head, and sure enough, the plains are barren of all life. No movement of machine or beast or person.

“And now my assumption was—and do pardon me if my monologue is redundant to your traitor ears—that the nearest place of safety would be this royal laboratory of technology. It’s Sheikah run, so it wouldn’t be immediately targeted. Plus the last thing the Calamity would want is for his personal army of destruction to be...well, destroyed. Ifs I was them evil cloud demon thing, I woulda wanted the lab with all my corrupted techno babble soldiers to be kept in peak condition. However…”

The captain turns to the right, staring at the blazing blue building in the distance. “...That does not seem to be the case.”

The Sheikah opens her mouth to speak, but he holds up the spear again. “Now I’m thinking, the only reason someone would go about destroying that lab, would perhaps be to kill some people, no?”

“We didn’t—”

“Getting rid of the people who could possibly reverse the Guardian corruption...now I suppose that might be a good evil plan.”

“It was for the be—”

“Ma’am I’m all about looking on the bright side of things, but,” the captain flicks his head in the direction of the blue, “This ain’t exactly the light a’ hope I was wanting.”

“Maybe not, but—”

“So,who are ya? Yiga?”

“No, it’s—”

“Solo treason then. You getting revenge on someone ‘round here? A noble? The King? Or perhaps you’re just the sadistic type with the whole—”

“NO!”

The outburst surprises the both of them, and he hold the spear to ner neck firmly. Another crack of thunder reminds them of the silence that’s endured. The Sheikah finally sighs.

“Perhaps by definition I am an arsonist and a traitor, but for one thing, I wasn’t alone.”

The man’s eyes shine curiously, but she continues.

“I will gladly die alongside them, as my actions have only been for the benefit of Hyrule.”

The rain’s tempo quickens as she gets on her feet, but the captain doesn’t strike. She stares him down, eyes hidden behind strands of white hair.

“My name is Atsuko, a devoted researcher at the Royal Lab, and you may kill me if you think it just.”

Ok, now I know what you’re all thinking. You’re thinking “Kip! Why are you writing this official research paper like some drunken bar rant? How the hell are you gonna get noticed at this rate?” or “Kip! The hell are you thinking?? Sheikah destroying the Ancient Lab makes absolutely no sense?!”

So to that I say, firstly, uhhh you’re welcome for not being a boring posh, snobby lecturer.(Learned to value a personality over fancy words; lessons my granddad).

As for the latter, you are quite wrong my dear friend, quite wrong indeed. It makes an absolute butt-load of sense, and I’m gonna prove it was them, here and now! I mean that’s...kinda the whole point of an essay, yeah?

My fellow archeology, history, and tech lovers, not only do I know who is responsible for the Royal Lab’s destruction, but I know the true reason why and how! Let us start at the beginning!

What exactly is the lab, and what was its purpose? Well, as the name implies, it was a Sheikah-run laboratory under the hand of the royal family that researched and experimented with Ancient technology. Again, looking at references in HW AOC, I can place not only Guardian models and Ancient weaponry at the lab, but also the existence of blue flame lamps that seemingly powered the facility.

As we all know, it’s tough to mess around with Ancient parts without blue flame, which is the prime energy source for the Ancient Sheikah. Such are the existence of today’s Hateno and Akkala tech labs, located near blue flame furnaces. However! This brings into question exactly why the Royal Lab was constructed where it was…

There are only three places in all of Hyrule with natural blue flame deposits, or otherwise called “Ancient Furnaces.” That would be in Hateno, Akkala, and within Hyrule Castle itself. So why is the Royal Tech Lab so far from these Ancient Furnaces?

To answer this question, might I direct your attention towards explosions. That’s right folks, I’m talking bombs! (Please take this moment to imagine me creating an accompanying explosive sound effect with my mouth)

Some time ago, as I was analyzing the blue flame lamps in Deep Akkala, I ran into that hero of legend face to face! Nice guy, quiet and charming type. Smelled strangely like apples and burnt guts.

Long story short, I traded my entire supply of Hot-Footed Frogs and arrows for a chance to mess with his Sheikah Slate for a bit.

So during that brief period of research, I discovered that while Sheikah tech is usually well controlled—with bomb runes only going off on command by the push of a button—there is an exception! Bomb runes instantly react with blue flame, just one touch and they’ll instantly explode! Try it out yourself! Er, well. Ok, maybe not. Don’t do that, legally I’m not responsible. Plus, it’s not like any of you folk out there have access to bomb runes or a Sheikah Slate that you can play around and test it out for yourself like it’s some virtual game that you can switch around in your hands.

Bomb runes are giant bundles of compact Sheikah tech. When in contact with a pure blue flame, they go boom. The process with the Sheikah Slate must simplify this process with a remote button, but as I’ve discovered, the process can be hastened by chucking a torch around.

I call this phenomenon of blue flame reacting destructively with Sheikah technology a “blue combustion!” I’m creative, I know.

I imagine, any experimentation with weapons that harness, compress, or just generally mess with Sheikah tech and lasers, must be conducted in an environment that prevents blue combustion. You don’t want pure blue flame touching stuff. Otherwise you go kaboom.

Now I couldn’t get a hold of Dr. Robbie or Director Purah myself, something about how they “don’t know who the heck” I am, and “you’re trespassing please get off it’s private property,” or something of the sort, I’m not really sure. But even without their testimonies, you’ll notice that their large tech labs are constructed a distance away from the actual Ancient Furnace. They aren’t right beside it. If they were, you risk losing a limb to a blue combustion. That is also why blue flame lamps exist: to stagger the distance between the flames. And thus is why the Royal Lab isn’t nearby an Ancient Furnace.

Yet even so, the distance the Royal Lab has from an Ancient Furnace might still stump you, because even compared to the Akkala and Hateno labs, it is very very far. But here’s the kicker, my dear curious readers and poor editor, the reason for this extreme distance is because during its prime, the Royal Ancient Lab housed a large portion of the Guardian army and weaponry. It needed more distance because its contents accumulated a much larger space. I can prove this not only by descriptions shown in HW AOC, but also by notes/drawings shown in the archive called the Backgrounds of Technological Wonders, or BOTW for short.

Both these sources show that while Guardians were tested and stationed in Hyrule Castle, the number of Guardians at the castle was probably only in the one hundred mark or less. Now that may seem like a lot, but remember, hundreds of Guardians were dug up, as especially shown in the famous Sheikah tapestry of 10,000 years ago. Arguably even thousands, considering that tapestry is a simplification.

So if we can only account for only a portion of the Guardian population at Hyrule Castle, where are the rest? Scattered across different garrisons perhaps, sure. But they’d mainly be in the facility where each of the Guardians were constructed and given power, the place full of the most talented Sheikah researchers, a location that would still be in decent proximity, but still a safe distance from the castle should an emergency arise: the Royal Ancient Tech Lab. That’s where most of Guardians are.

Now, why is this important? Why did I just spend a few paragraphs talking about blue flames and Guardians and locations when this is about the lab’s destruction and demise?

It’s because this is my sure fire way to prove to you that the Calamity did not destroy the Royal Lab.

The Royal Ancient Lab was constructed specifically to create the best Guardians and technology to beat the Calamity with.

It would have been constructed specifically to avoid any fatal blue combustion accidents.

And it sure as hell wouldn’t have been purposefully destroyed by the Calamity, the one entity who would benefit from its existence.

The lab was decimated by a blue combustion, no question. There isn’t anything as powerful as it that could destroy a place so completely. And now knowing the factors surrounding the lab itself, we know that if it was destroyed by a combustion, it was not because of an accident.

It could only have been done purposefully, by the only people who would know the Royal Lab’s weaknesses.

It could only have been brought down by the Sheikah researchers.

So now, the questions of exactly how and why remain.

The captain just stands and ponders.

“Ma’am, I must confess that I don’t find the science of the destruction nearly as interesting as exactly what made you decide to do it.”

“It’s like I said,” Atsuko clutches her burned arm, “It wasn’t just me. Really, now, you’re too kind to give me so much credit.”

The spear end moves closer to her neck. “Alright alright alright, sorry, pal. Look I have no idea if you’re even believing all this right now, but you have to trust me that our actions were of the best intentions.”

The captain smirks. “Do tell?”

According to BOTW, the Ancient Arrow was developed by Dr. Robbie as one of the most powerful means of combating the Calamity itself. In fact, according to research I’ve found in that CAC book by Mint-en-do, I can place the exact time for the development of this weapon, which I can use to glean information about it’s properties.

Ancient Arrow

Perhaps forty or fifty years after the day of the Great Calamity Robbie, the lead Guardian researcher, created the first weapon that was effective against the mechanical monsters: the ancient arrow... Flames come out from the burner like bit [of the Ancient Arrow] and form a blade. [Page 388 and 178, Cr_ating a Champ___, Nint__do.]

The arrow instantly vaporizes whatever it comes into contact with, tearing apart the subject by the molecule, and sending them to non-existence. The description of the weapon implies that it is the pure energy of a blue flame, and built quite differently than other Sheikah weapons.

And the difference definitely shows. I’ve handled a few of these puppies myself, and let me tell you, they get the job done. While an Ancient sword or axe will certainly do some damage, a single Ancient Arrow can take out a Guardian, or even a Lynel in one hit. I heard that they could even do major damage to Dark Beast Ganon itself!

Now, why do I bring this up? Because this Ancient Arrow proves that the Sheikah 100 years ago knew about the dangers of blue combustion.

An Ancient Arrow is clearly the result of intensive research into blue combustion, it is literally a pure blue flame on a stick pumped up with some Ancient Tech. It vaporizes whatever matter it touches and it ceases to exist.

Hmm...would be a fine explanation as to why the nearly three stories worth of stone and ceiling in the Royal Lab no longer can be found.

And why wasn’t the Ancient Arrow developed sooner? It’s because no one thought to purposefully cause an event that would destroy everything until they were forced to on the actual day of the Calamity. It’s because it took even the most brilliant of scientists half a century to even contain a feat of destruction into a single arrowtip? Yes...when you lay out the facts like that, it seems to make sense on the timeline.

Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Back to the question of “why?” Let me rewind to an earlier point. Where are the thousands of Guardians in Hyrule?

Yes, a good hundred or so could be found in Hyrule Castle, and the majority were in the Royal Ancient Lab. But today, where are they? Records in BOTW cite only 157 Guardian remains in all of Hyrule. 157. How? That’s impossible. Witnesses and notes in HW AOC prove that much, much more existed. And what’s more is that we know that the majority of those Guardians were at the Royal Lab, but there are no Guardians, active or otherwise, to be found there. There is nothing.

It’s almost as if all those Guardians were vaporized, they ceased to exist one day.

And you know what.

They did.

(Please take this time to imagine me winking)

There’s some theme or metaphor here about the Royal Ancient Lab, constructed in the blues of the Royal family, ironically being destroyed by the blue combustion—but what do I look like, a writer? Find your own secret to life, here’s the blunt of it.

The Sheikah knew about the dangers a blue combustion could do, but on the day of the Calamity, they used that knowledge for the better. Seeing the corrupted Guardians in the distant castle, it is my belief that the researchers there purposefully brought the blue flames—that they had so carefully separated outside in the lanterns—in contact with Ancient Technology. Things not only went kaboom, but the actual matter ceased to exist. A giant Ancient Arrow.

Thousands of Guardians, hundreds of blades and weapons, and honestly, probably even lives, were gone in an instant. The only remains of the carnage would be the aftermath of blue flames that spread across the remains of the outer walls.

The Sheikah did this because it would save the most lives. That’s hundreds and thousands of Guardians and machines that wouldn’t fall into Ganon’s clutches, hundreds of souls saved. Did you know that today Hyrule Ridge, the home of the Royal Lab, has zero Guardians? Did you know that the lands near it, Hebra and Tabantha, have the lowest Guardian sightings in all of Hyrule? Even less than the Gerudo Desert. And I cite this all based on my hours of research and facts laid out by BOTW, HW AOC, and the divine work by Mr. Nin-ten-do

But even beyond that, how do I know, in absolute 600% certainty that the Sheikah were in complete control of this destruction? How am I so sure that the Sheikah that day had fully planned the intentional obliviation of their lab?

It’s because...I lied earlier.

There is actually one relic that survived. One little monument of the Royal Ancient Lab Ruins. One object giving physical proof of this theory.

One artifact that would have been impossible to preserve if the Sheikah hadn’t planned it all. I mentioned it briefly before, if you paid attention. Yes! This object is present in both the Royal Lab, and a tech lab of today. You could see it for yourself, if you pay a visit to my dad’s friend’s cousin’s neighbor’s grandma’s dog’s breeder’s Sheikah researcher pal...

“Dr. Robbie’s telescope.” Atsuko pointed to the scattered trees in upper Lindor, “Some other scientists took it up there to preserve it. It’s the only reason we were able to see the initial Guardian corrupting in the distant castle, and how we were able to adapt to the situation and act so quickly.”

The captain glanced at the western mountain. “So you were running up there to meet with them?”

“The wilderness is pretty safe at the moment. And we’re hoping eventually we could take the telescope to another lab where we could possibly continue research. I mean just today from the combustion, Dr. Robbie had this idea for some fancy Sheikah dagger to kill Guardians.”

Silence.

“OK listen, that’s...that’s all I’ve got. You can head up there and confirm the story, or just kill me now, take your pick. Waiting for judgement here.”

More silence. The rain falls harder.

“...I’m—”

“You can call me Cian.” The captain does a little bow. “Captain Cian Kippers, at your leisure.”

Atsuko raises an eyebrow. “Like the color—?”

“Sp-Spelled differently! There’s an “i” in there, and perhaps it’s ironic to the situation, but I figured if we’re gonna be traveling up there together you should have the courtesy of knowing my name.”

She just sputters for a moment. “So...you—”

“I trust your heart—I like to think I’m good with character—and I believe you’re a good person doing your best in the world. As unfortunate as circumstances may have been.” He twirls his spear before fitting it on his back. Cian extends a hand to her which she takes. “People like that are getting rarer by the hour, so I don’t think I should be adding to the death count.”

“So…” she gets on her feet, cocking her head, “You...you believe me then?”

He chuckles. “Well, I didn’t kill you did I?”

Atsuko laughs quietly. “Your mistake…”

“...No.” Cian places a reassuring hand on her shoulder and smiles, as if to say that somehow everything was gonna be alright.

“My intention.”

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xtoothless · 3 years ago

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One Match

This is my first TommyInnit / Reader one-shot. Second POV and you play Cake-Wars with Tommy, Tubbo, and Wilbur.

Pairing: You/Tommy

Word Count: 3,707

Summary: You play some Cake-Wars with a couple of your comfort streamers :)

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[TommyInnit is Live]

You clicked on the notification from Twitch so fast you thought you broke your mouse. It was 4 pm in your hometown of Elkhart (1), Wisconsin. School had ended a few weeks before for the kids, including for you; your Junior year. You were to be a Senior next year, your last year of high school. Most everyone was outside enjoying the weather of mid-June, the warm sun lighting the fields where kids played and adults watched or played along. It seemed like everyone was outside enjoying the sun. Except you.

You were in your room, watching a live video from one of your comfort streamers; TommyInnit. The 17-year-old British blonde from the UK. Like most, you never had any bad days when you watched his streams. Whenever you did have a bad day, it seemed like one of your comfort streamers knew and hit that "Go live" button.

Tommy was playing Minecraft with a couple of his friends - a couple of your comfort streamers - WilburSoot and Tubbo. They had just started a new survival world, to see who could speed run the quickest.

The chat on the side of the screen exploded with their answers. A lot said Tommy, others said Tubbo, and a fair amount said, Wilbur. You thought they were all very good at the game but considered it was down to either Wilbur or Tommy. Wilbur was the calmest about it, being quick but also taking his time. Tommy was a ball of chaotic fury; trying to be quick but stressing about beating the game.

"Wha- How the fok does Will already have diamonds?" Tommy screamed, trying to get his character to mine the iron in front of him. You smiled at the screen as he joined Wilbur's voice channel to yell at him.

"Well, Tommy. You just- you just gotta get good at the game." Wilbur's voice said through Discord.

Tommy leaned back, his mic quieting the sound of him groaning in annoyance, "Ughh, fok off, you little- you know what?". He left Wilbur's voice channel and went to Tubbo's.

"Tommy?" Tubbo's small voice echoed through the channel.

"I say we team up against Will." Tommy started, making his character jump out of the cave and mine more spruce wood from the mountain he was on, "Look- he's already got diamonds m'kay, let's work together."

It took a second to hear Tubbo's reply. "...okay?"

"Great. Do you have any iron?"

As they all continued to play, you left to use the bathroom and grab snacks. On your way down the stairs, you rubbed the warm back of your black and white kitten (2) that was sitting on the windowsill. Once out of the bathroom, you check the kitchen cupboards for any snacks.

You found a bag full of fruit candies, caramel suckers, and some off-brand chocolate bars. They were technically your fathers, but he wouldn't notice if some were gone. You grabbed a handful of each and a can of Coca-Cola that was in the fridge. You then ran back, your kitten following up the stairs.

Once you were seated, you continued to watch the stream with your kitten purring in your lap. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo were all trying to fight blazes in the Nether. Tommy already had 4 blaze rods, while Tubbo had 1.

"Tubbo, kill that blaze-" he then screamed in fright as his character caught on fire, "Foook! There's one behind. Dammit Tubbo." he then laughed as Tubbo also screamed in fright.

You laughed as you turned to your second monitor and loaded up Minecraft. Your computer loaded it up fairly quickly, given that you were also watching the stream that took a ton of internet to watch. Given that, you decide to play CakeWars. As you joined the round, you looked at the stream as all three made it to the end.

They all teamed up and were trying to fight the endermen and the ender dragon. Your attention was on your own game that you didn’t realize they had killed the ender dragon and were now declaring victory. Tommy took all the credit as Wilbur laughed. Tubbo giggled and then hit Tommy’s in-game character with his own.

With that, they decided to play servers. More specifically, the same server you were going to play CakeWars in next. You failed to notice when your screen flashed with the red lettering, “Your cake has been eaten.”

"Dammit!"

Your teammates tried their hardest to stay alive, but unfortunately, the Yellow team was stronger with their armor and weapons. As you tried to run away, one threw an ender pearl and teleported in front of you.

Using your iron sword, you tried to defend yourself, but their diamond enchanted sword dealt more damage to your leather and iron armor; you died after a couple of hits. You groaned in frustration as you quickly hit "new game". Your kitten got up and sat by your monitor, staring at the loading screen before you pushed him toward his bed.

"Hopefully my teammates are better next round."

You joined a new game, too focused on that to see that you were on the same server as Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo. The game started saying that you were part of the blue team. You looked over at your teammates and read their names. It took you a second until you recognized Tommy's skin and the name "TommyInnit" over his head. "Oh, my god." You looked at your other monitor and saw that Tommy was looking at your character (3).

"Hello, [Your Username]." His character punched toward you and crouched a couple of times.

"Hi!" Tubbo's character punched toward you too.

You crouched back, punching at all three. Wilbur nodded up and down, crouching all the same. You typed into the in-game chat and typed only to your team. "I'm honestly kinda freaking out right now, ngl."

Tommy read it out loud before laughing, "Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of. I see you're a woman- you all know how much I love women."

You heard Wilbur sigh and Tubbo laughed from the stream as you replied with, "Yes, Tommy, we know how much you love women XD."

He read it out loud and laughed, "I like this one. Hey, [Your Username], do you have a discord?"

Your hands began to shake and get clammy as you read it over a couple of times. As you collected your bricks to upgrade, you typed, "We win and I'll give it to you."

Tommy ran over to the villager selling things for bricks as he read it, "Okay, guys, we need to win. If we do, I'll talk to a girl!"

That made you laugh, as you covered your cake with endstone and blue wool. The chat on the side of the screen exploded with "Women POG", "TommyInnit talks to a woman???", and - your personal favorite - "Tommy simps over a probably 6-year-old". You laugh out loud as a dono pops up, talking in a robotic voice.

"Tommy, that could possibly be a young girl. Maybe you shouldn't hit on her?"

Tommy stumbled over his words as Wilbur and Tubbo laughed and agreed. To save him, you type, "Don't worry chat, I'm 17, thanks for looking out for me though X'D".

As the game progressed, your team had two emerald points, endstone, obsidian, and blue wool covering your cake, and all members decked in diamond armor and a diamond sword. The other three teams were fighting each other as your team collected and planned your attack. Tommy and Wilbur were going to attack the middle point while you and Tubbo guarded your cake.

They set off as you and Tubbo collected the bricks and emeralds beside your cake. The two of you just crouched and punched at one another until they came back. Tubbo continued to laugh on stream and Tommy questioned what was going on.

"Me and [Your Username] are just crouching at one another," Tubbo responded, laughing as you jumped and punched at him.

As you leaned back and closed your eyes laughing, you heard footsteps in your headset and quickly grabbed your mouse. A red member in full leather and an iron sword was running toward your cake. You appeared in front of him as Tubbo finally realized and screamed quietly. In a couple of hits, he died, barely taking away three of your hearts.

"Tubbo? Tubbo, what happened?" Tommy asked, panic in his voice.

"There was a red team member attacking our cake. But [Your Username] attacked 'em." Tubbo explained as they got back to their island.

Wilbur came up and jumped in your face, punching at you, "Good job, [Your Username]"

"Thanks." You typed, then another message, "I have a feeling we're gonna win this, but I don't wanna jinx."

You heard Wilbur laugh, "Don't worry. Let's just let the other teams fight and then join later."

"Yeah, we can sweep up what's left of them!" Tubbo agreed.

You nodded in-game, collecting the nether stars below you. As soon as you reached 10, you upgraded your resources. You also wanted to get protection but then the green team had taken the middle point.

"Here you go [Your Username]" You heard Tubbo say through the stream. You crouch in response as a cluster of nether stars were thrown at you.

Soon after, Wilbur and Tommy did as well. "Let's be honest, [Your Username] is more responsible - other than me, of course," Tommy said.

"Then why don't you take them?" You typed into game chat, challenging the blonde.

The other two laughed as Tommy stood in front of you crouching, "Okay, fine. Given 'em back bitch."

"Because you called me a b****, I'mma keep them." You said, walking over to your ender chest and putting them inside. You looked at Tommy and crouched once before covering your cake with more wool.

"Way to go, Tommy, you made her mad," Wilbur said, crouching, having his back to you.

You laughed once more, falling back into your seat before typing, "I'm not mad, just playing." You retrieved all 12 of the nether stars and upgraded your protection twice.

As you turned around, you saw a green member - decked in diamond armor - bridging toward your island. You race to the edge and crouch, punching in their direction. They looked up and punched at you, as three more green members also in diamond armor appeared behind him.

Tubbo alerted the other two and they all crouched at the edge, sword in hand. You clicked on your bow and shot an arrow at the first player. The ringing of a hit echoed through your headset as one got hit back.

The one you hit looked back up before his teammates switched to ender pearls. You back up, guarding your cake as you watch the green eye fly through the air.

You ignored the screams of the others on stream as you focused on one green member. They turned as you hit them a couple of times in the back. As they took off around your island, you ate a golden apple and chased after them, cutting them off and landing another blow.

They turned and tried to hit you, but didn't realize how close they were to the edge and fell. You turned your head to see your teammates fighting off the rest of them. Tubbo was losing a fight by a player who was continuously eating apples. You ran over to him and hit him. Distracted, he tried to fight you but Tubbo's blade had killed him.

"Thanks [Your Username]!" You heard Tubbo say as Tommy stopped screaming. The rest of green had fled or died. Wilbur had said nothing during that all while Tommy's mouth never seemed to shut. But you've been watching Tommy for so long, it didn't bother you; if anything, it made you laugh as you fought.

Wilbur's voice echoed through the stream, "Everyone good?"

Tubbo and Tommy said "Yes", while you nodded in-game. Your cake was never harmed, so you didn't need to rebuild. All your teammates were fine, other than Tubbo was missing more than half of his hearts.

You all collected emeralds that were still popping out from the ground. Everyone was stocking up on ender pearls and golden apples, roughly a stack of blue wool and arrows. As you closed out of the menu, you heard the sound of breaking blocks as the game said, "Everyone's cake has been eaten."

Tommy gathered you all around and said some "inspiring" words, "It's just 3 Red, 2 Green, 2 Yellow, and us left. We are the largest, therefore, we should be able to win this. Besides, we are probably the best PVP-ers in the whole match."

"Don't get too cocky, Tommy." You typed to them, crouching and uncrouching once.

Tommy laughed and then shrugged on camera, "Well, he's always cocky." Wilbur’s response came through.

"Hey, you fooking- never mind. Let's attack yellow, they're closest." Tommy said, before turning back to you and Tubbo.

You nod as he led the three of you down the one-block road and to the middle point. One yellow member in iron armor was trying to capture the point from red but panicked when they saw you coming. You ender pearled in front of them and started your attack. They got distracted with you that they couldn't fight off Wilbur from behind.

"Let's goooo!" Wilbur yelled, running down the three-block path to Yellow's island. The last person panicked when they saw the charging diamond armor and tried to ender pearl away. But the ender pearl hit the side of an island and they fell to their death.

"Now I feel bad." You quickly typed into game chat.

"Nah, there's nothing to feel bad about, it happens," Tommy responded to your message. "Now, let's attack Green."

The four of you charged forward as Red and Green were fighting. Tubbo yelled out and you all stopped. "Let's wait to see how this plays out." He said as you agreed.

For the next few minutes, you watched as the red team shot at Green as they tried to bridge across. You kept looking around, always cautious if another player tried to scare you.

A green player got knocked off their bridge and the other was attacked by a red who threw an ender pearl. "Okay, [Your Username], shoot at them to get their attention. You guys ready?"

Once everyone said they were, you looked down and started building up while crouching. As soon as you got about 8 blocks high, you selected your bow and aimed at the nearest red. You heard the ringing of the bell as the arrow hit them. They all turned to look at you as you started to dig down. An arrow whizzed past your ear as another hit you, making your character fall 6 blocks.

Your teammates all stood in front of you as the red team came charging. Eating one of your many golden apples, you started to regain health.

Wilbur fought one Red member with an enchanted diamond sword and enchanted diamond armor. Tommy attacked one member in full enchanted diamond armor and sword, who was building up, which reminded you of Fortnite building. Tubbo and you attacked the last one you was full enchanted diamond armor and sword. Your team had protection 2, but no sharpness on your swords.

All the sounds around you were swords swinging, characters jumping back from being hit, and Tommy's screaming coming from the stream. You hit the Red member repeatedly, while Tubbo stood back to heal.

You were down to about 6 hearts, your armor protecting most of your body. Trying to get away quickly, you started to build up; you were dangerously close to the edge. Making sure your character was okay, you started to shoot arrows from above.

However, you didn't see the Red member who was fighting Tommy ender pearl up and shoot an arrow at you. "[Your Username]! Look out!" Tommy yelled as you were hit.

Your character fell off the pillar and down toward the abyss. Having only a second to react, you quickly hit your ender pearls and threw one at the pillar. It connected and you teleported. You quickly placed a block underneath you, surviving with 3 hearts.

"Ohhh! Oh my god!" You screamed as you ate two golden apples. "Holy shit!"

As you hit 8 hearts, you joined the battle. Tommy was on 2 hearts and was being chased. You ender pearled behind him and attacked the Red member. Tommy must have had gotten him low because you hit him with two swings and he was dead. Tommy stopped running and saw you. "You're alive??" He seemed shocked.

You crouched a couple of times, nodding. "You gotta tell me how later."

You nod once and turn to help your friends. As you returned with Tommy behind you, you saw that Wilbur was fighting one off and the other had just knocked Tubbo off the edge. You heard him scream as he fell.

The red member saw you and quickly ate a golden apple as you charged him. You managed to hit him a couple of times in a row and his character got punched off the edge. At the same time, Wilbur had just killed the last Red member.

You heard the "Let's goooo!" from the stream and jumped up and down.

You quickly pulled up discord and got your information before pulling up Instagram on your phone. You found Tommy and opened a chat, sending him your discord. All you had to do was wait for him to open it.

You also added next to the link, "Wait till after stream."

As a new game was 20 seconds from starting, you realized that Tommy was talking to you. He wanted you to join another game with them. Of course, you agreed and you all selected the green team.

A couple of hours went past and it was getting later and later. The sky outside darkened and you heard your parents coming home from work. You were an only child, so no siblings were trashing the house with their stuff.

Your kitten kept sitting in front of your screen, watching the particles in-game. You accidentally let the yellow team eat your cake and then died trying to defend it. Wilbur has just died as Tommy and Tubbo ran for their lives.

But unfortunately, they had to succumb to defeat and Tommy had to end the stream. As he said his goodbyes to chat, you closed out of the stream and stared at your phone. You waited for it to go off, but it didn't. Not until then minutes after.

When it eventually did, you were on your PC playing Overwatch. The match had just ended, so you checked. It was a discord text from TommyInnit.

You calmed your inner panic before opening your phone. You accepted his buddy request with no hesitation. Another message went off and it had one single word. "Call?"

At that very moment, you heard your mother shout out to you. You turned back to your phone before responding with, "Yeah, sure, just give me a minute."

Your mother wanted you to eat dinner; which was macaroni and cheese with chicken nuggets (4). You took a plate to your room and set it down on your desk, watching your cat. He seemed to ignore you but you knew he was waiting for a moment when you're not looking.

You opened your phone and typed in your chat that you were back. Almost a second after you sent it, you were getting a call from Tommy. You accepted the call and said, "Hello?"

"Okay, well, hi- sorry, I really want to ask. How the fuck did you pull off that bow and arrow kill earlier?" You heard his voice on the other end. He seemed nervous but also knew exactly what he wanted to say.

You laughed, "Well, I've always been good at archery. On video games, of course, not so much in real life."

"Hm, archery. That should be my next vlog- but anyway! How did you survive that first round? I saw you fall. Was it lag?"

"Nope, I had ender pearls. I just used one quickly. To be honest, I was as surprised as you were. I was not expecting it to work." You responded as you picked up your cat who was trying to sneak over to your food.

As the two of you talked, a smile never left your face. You two laughed like you were old friends greeting each other for the first time in years. You kept battling your kitten, which entertained Tommy. You talked until it was 9 pm in America. You previously found out from school that it was a 5-hour difference between the US and Great Britain.

"Wait, wait, wait, Tommy? Isn't it like 2 in the morning for you right now?" You asked after he hummed.

"Uhh, no- wait, yeah, yep, yep, it is. That explains why I'm so tired-" he started laughing which in turn, made you laugh.

"Ugghh, I should probably go to bed." He yawned midway through his sentence.

You nodded, although he couldn't see you, "Yeah, you yawning is making me tired."

"Oh, I'm sorry, well, it was nice meeting you [Your Name], and um, maybe we can play sometime soon." You heard him say.

"Yeah, it would be fun.” You said, “I would love to play some more sometime. I’m sure you can find time in that “Busy schedule” of yours.”

You heard Tommy laugh from the other end, “Well, I mean, I’m not that busy. But we’ll see. Don’t tell anyone, but more vlogs are coming soon, so, I’m pretty busy this week.”

“Alright, I won’t keep you up too late. Goodbye Tommy, it was nice meeting you.” You said.

“Yep, you too. Goodnight!-” he ended the call as he dragged out the last of his sentence. You leaned back in your chair and looked at the ceiling, a smile on your face. That day was one of your best days.

You were definitely looking forward to the next match you would play with TommyInnit.

#mcyt #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #fanfiction #minecraft #minecraft streamers #ao3 link

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panic-at-the-fiction · 4 years ago

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Hello Darling pt6

Summary: (y/n) is the Salvatore younger sister, and she is low-key in love with one of the originals. You know which one. The only problem is he is a low-key psychopath and neither of them remember that this isn’t their first meeting.

Warnings: I ain’t got nothing to warn this time and less you count language.

A/N: I’m so happy I get to write this one Finally! You're all gonna hate me one day. Trust me. Also I want to be clear. When I started writing this Matt was not a dick. I want to say that (y/n) Salvatore would never be friends with modern Matt Donovan. She was friends with normal Matt who was captain of the football team and just wanted to stay away from vamps.

It had been almost a month since you last saw Kol and life had gone on just like it always had. Damon trying to kill the originals, the originals trying to kill Damon, Stefan was in there somewhere, Elena made decisions for other people and then bitched about people not letting her make her own decisions, etc etc.

But things were going better for you now. You Damon and Stefan began an unspoken agreement to eat lunch together every Sunday. Just like your mom used to make you do. It wasn’t always fancy but every week you went over to the bordering house and brought some sort of food with you, usually take out. But it was a nice peace offering between the three of you.

It was another average Sunday morning and you were about to leave to go get yours and your brother lunches. You were shocked when you opened your door to find Damon and Elena in your hallway.

It was an odd sight at the least. You didn’t hate Elena as much as you used to because you knew she was important to your brother. Like you said the lunches were helping you all get along.

“Hey guys I was just about to head on over to the house for lunch.” You locked your door behind you.

“Sorry sis but lunch is canceled for the day. We’re going on a road trip. Care to join us?”

“No offense Damon but I don’t think the three of us being in an enclosed space for long periods of time is a good idea.”

“Even if we’re going to visit your best bud in Denver? Come on don’t tell me you're over Jeremy moving already after all the bitching to us about it.”

You wanted to be mad about the bitching comment but how could you? They're going to see Jeremy. Your closest friend. And Damon actually thought about you. He knew you wanted to see Jeremy and came by to tell you he was going to do just that. He probably needed you for something but you didn’t care.

Despite yourself you walked over and hugged your oldest brother. He seemed taken aback by your affection, but he didn’t push you away.

You went back into your apartment and packed a small bag before walking outside and tossing it in Damon’s car.

The ride lasted a lifetime but no one tried to kill anyone so over it all it went great. You all got to your destination in one piece.

Elena had to ask around but you had finally tracked Jeremy down to the local batting cages.

“You know next time we compel him lets at least make him better at baseball.” Damon huffed out and Elena smacked him lightly on the chest.

You ran over to the batting cage he was practicing in. “Hey Gilbert!” You shouted at him through the fence. He smiled when he saw you behind him and walked out to greet you guys.

He’s smile dropped when he saw his sister and your brother. He knew you wouldn’t have driven here with them unless something bad had happened. “(Y/n), Elena, Damon. What’s wrong?”

Damon began to tell the whole story. He told him about the sire lines and what happens if an original is killed, he even told him about Rose and how she fit into all of this. You didn’t really care about their mission to talk to Rose so you just stood back and waited for them to finish up.

Jeremy looked over at you and his sister. “So you three all drove in a car together just to get me to talk to a dead vampire? Well I’m sorry guys but I can’t. I could only talk to Anna and Vicky because I knew them. I never met this rose.”

“What good´s you coming back to life if you can’t talk to a ghost when I need you too?”

“Listen here Rose spent a lot of time running from Klaus as well she and Damon were close, so we think maybe we can use him as a connection.”

You started to drown them out as you saw a fissure walking towards you. The sun was in your eyes but you were somehow sure it was Kol. You must have been hallucinating.

You finally snapped back to reality for a second as Jeremy spoke up again. “Can we do this later my friend just got here and yes Damon I do have some of those.” He pushed by Elena, and she turned around to see Jeremy's friend.

She gasped “Damon, it's Kol!”

Just as Damon turned around, Kol swung the bat in his hand and knocked Damon to the ground breaking the bat in half.

Shocked Jeremy yelled at his so-called friend. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Jeremy get back he’s an original!” Elena said, trying to warn her brother.

“No hard feelings mate, but we’re not buds.” Kol just smirked as he picked out a new bat and turned to face you. You were seething with rage. You knew exactly how Kol had gotten here, and he had used you. “You can thank your good friend (y/n) for helping me find you little Gilbert.”

He twirled his new bat in his hands. “You know I’ll never get used to aluminum but hey at least it won't break.” He pulled the bat back preparing to swing again at your brother who was still trying to get up after the first blow.

You quickly picked a piece of the broken bat off the ground and shoved it into Kols chest before he could hit Damon again. “Dick” you said, basically spitting in his face. He collapsed on the ground at your feet and you stepped over his body. Reaching to help Damon on the ground.

“Did you kill him?” Jeremy asked, eyeing the original laying on the ground.

“No, but it will give us a head start.” You said directing the group to the car.

Barely ten minutes down the road Damon started banging his fist on the steering wheel “Dammit I can’t believe that psychopath followed us all the way here.”

“I know I can’t believe he found Jeremy here. After we did all that to send Jeremy away to keep him safe from everything back home. I just don’t see how they could have known where he was.” Elena said not seeming to realize you and Jeremy were in the back seat.

“Wait what do you mean you sent me away? I chose to move to Denver”.

Elena's face dropped now that she realized her mistake in words. You laughed, you had been waiting to tell Jeremy the truth for months. “Oh you see Jeremy, Elena had Damon compel you again so that you would want to move to Denver.” You watched as the two avoided eye contact with Jeremy.

“You compelled me again! After how much I hated it last time and how angry I was at you! You did it again!”

“It was the right thing to do Jeremy we needed to keep you safe.”

“You can’t keep taking away my free will. It wasn’t your decision to make. I can handle myself, Elena. You always think you know best for everyone but don’t!”

The car fell silent again before Jeremy pipped back up. “Kol didn’t follow you guys here. He’s been here for weeks. I met him a month ago.”

Elena turned around to face you as she remembered what Kol had said earlier. “What did he mean by we could thank you for him finding Jeremy (y/n)?” judgement in her voice.

You knew it was your fault for today. You trusted Kol and that was on you. “If you must know Elena I told Kol where Jeremy was. I didn’t realize he would run off and tell his brother about it.”

“What do you mean you told Kol? How could you tell a psychopath where my brother was! Did he compel you or something?”

You pushed your anger down and just rolled your eyes. “Usually Elena when I sleep with a guy and then open up to him about my problems he doesn’t run home and tell his big brother everything I said.”

Damon immediately slammed on the brakes causing you all to jerk forward in your seats. “You slept with the maniac!”

“Who are you to judge Damon? You slept with Rebekah.”

Elena's eyes widened “You slept with Rebekah?”

“That was weeks ago after the Mikaelson ball. That doesn’t count. I didn’t tell her specific information about our plans.”

You were once again boiling with anger. This time not just at Kol for using you but for Elena and Damon. “I can’t do this. I’m walking.” You quickly got out of the car on the side of the road.

Damon followed behind you. “Where do you think you're going?”

“To the diner I saw a mile back.” You called back walking away from him.

“We have to talk to rose!”

“Then call me when you find somewhere to stay and I’ll get a cab.”

Jeremy jumped out of the car and started to walk in the same direction as you. “I’ll go with her and keep an eye out.”

Elena stuck her head out of the window of the car. “Jeremy don’t. Get back in the car.”

He laughed “or what? You’ll have Damon compel me?” You waited for Jeremy to catch up with you and the two of you started to walk in the opposite direction of your annoying siblings.

Defeated Damon and Elena drove off without you two.

You and Jeremy walked in silence until you finally reached the dinner you had passed earlier. You two set down and ate before you even started talking.

“Are we gonna talk about what happened with you and this Kol dude?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I slept with him, let it slip where you were, and he went after you. What’s done is done.”

“I think he mentioned you to me. When he was pretending to be my friend he talked about a girl from his hometown that he liked but his family didn’t approve, and they were too powerful, so he just thought it would be best if he stayed away and didn’t care.”

“Well he got the not caring part right. He’s not staying away though. He’s probably chasing us as we speak.”

Jeremy laughed “Well I think a part of his psychotic mind actually likes you.”

Your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Damon was calling you.

“And that’s our cue to leave.” He said, pulling out his wallet and asking for the check. Meanwhile you answered Damon’s call and wrote down the address of a hotel, he gave you before calling a taxi to come pick you two up.

Whatever did happen between you and Kol didn’t matter now. Whether he cared or not he betrayed you and you were going to give him hell for it.

Hey guys so just wanna say thank you for like this story so much I’m glad people have actually been seeing it. I’m sorry I’ve been inconsistent with it I’m trying to write more but I just got my heart ripped from my chest and I’m working on that right now so yeah. Hope you like the chapter.

#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x (y/n)#kol mikaelson x reader #kol x (y/n)#kol x reader #kol x you #vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader

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smolthealmighty · 4 years ago

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Spinaraki Week Level 2 Day 1: Chase

Give Myself To You

When Spinner had the idea to visit his hometown and show off his old hideaways to Tomura, he thought it would be romantic. He could turn these sad places where he went to cry into secluded havens where he could spend some quality alone time with the love of his life, and do something he's wanted to do since their third date. He was not expecting a neon orange pickup truck to interrupt the date by hurtling towards them at high speed.

In which Spinner's old bullies want to run him over with their truck, Tomura wants to beat the shit out of them for daring to try, and Spinner just wants to pop the question.

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This was not how this date was supposed go. Spinner just wanted to show his boyfriend around his hometown, give him a tour of all the isolated spots he would hide away in before he eventually shut himself up inside the Iguchi house. It was gonna be a nice romantic getaway, where the places he associated with some of his worst memories could be re-contextualized as he turned them into secluded little havens where he could woo his boyfriend –and eventually propose to him– in peace.

There they were, sitting together at the edge of the forest that semi-surrounded the town, watching the sun start to set over the hilly meadow that lay below them. Tomura was fully relaxed for once, leaning heavily on his boyfriend as he reminisced about the utter disaster that was the one time they tried to go clubbing, while Spinner was mustering up his courage and fidgeting with the rings in his jacket’s pocket. Just as he turned to face Tomura and was about to start the speech he had been revising in his mind since –admittedly– their third date, he saw the unmistakable neon orange pickup truck that belonged to Spinner’s worst nightmares, Nōtarin, Iyaga, and Rase, speeding in the background. And the truck was gunning straight for them!

“Oh no.”

“Hm, what do you mean ‘oh no’?” asked Tomura, who also uttered an “oh no” once Spinner pointed towards the truck that was now only a hundred meters away. With reflexes that were still etched into his bones after years of dealing with the trio, Spinner clutched his boyfriend close and launched the both of them down the hill in a barrel roll, barely missing the thick tires of the truck as it blew past them.

“What the hell was that shit?” yelled Tomura, as Spinner shot up, grabbed his hand, and lead them towards one of the few trees that dotted the meadow.

“Those are the assholes I told you about, the ones who always went after me. One of them must’ve seen me and recognized me, and now they’re picking back up from where we last left off!”

“You last left off with them trying to turn you into roadkill?!”

As they ducked into the hollow, a chorus of brash voices with heavy country accents boomed across the meadow.

“Shuichi, you purse designer’s wet dream! Why don’t you let us mount your lizard head to the wall like the hunting trophy you are!”

“Nōtarin, I saw someone with him, hey gecko geek, do you mind if we mount your friend too?”

“Damn Iyaga, keep it in your pants. Though to be fair, compared to talon-hands you’d probably be a better fit!”

At this point Tomura was already struggling against Spinner to march out of the hollow and wreak vengeance. “C’mon Spinner, I’ll mount their heads on our base’s wall!”

“Would you just gimme a sec to cool down a bit?!” Tomura relented and stopped squirming, letting Spinner hold him as he tried to stop trembling.

“Ugh, I swear, they always know how to get under my skin. And I really thought I’d be over them by now.”

Tomura turned to face Spinner and squeezed him back, taking his boyfriend’s scaly beak and pressing it into his scarred neck. “You’ll be alright. You’re just a little stuck, I’m right here if you need a push you know.”

Spinner sighed as he nuzzled the curve of Tomura’s shoulder. “I know I’m not the pinnacle of dating material but damn, people can have different tastes.”

Tomura snorted, “Oh please, as if those hillbilly bitches know anything about ‘good taste’. If your loyalty and empathy for empty husks like me aren’t enough to prove ‘em wrong, then you having the muscles to be able to wield a giant ‘fuck you’ sword should’ve done the job. The fact they can’t see any of that just shows that their IQ scores are all in the negatives.”

Looking up and seeing Tomura’s self-assured smile, the smile graced his face whenever he was so sure that he was right, knowing that he truly believed that his boyfriend was really all that, melted Spinner’s heart into a puddle of goo.

“Marry me.”

Maybe melted it a little too much.

“Huh?”

Realizing what just came out of his mouth, Spinner blushed violently and tried to start some damage control. “Uh shoot I mean um-”

“Hey Nōtarin, let’s ram into that tree! I think I hear them over there!”

Hearing that brought Spinner back to his senses, and he dragged Tomura out of the hollow, Nōtarin swerving just enough to only nick one of the headlights off the truck before resuming the chase.

“Son of a bitch, I had it all planned out and I messed it up!”

“Had what planned out?” asked Tomura, still in a whirl from what he was pretty sure he heard Spinner blurt just seconds ago.

“You know what, it’s fine, I’ll just do it on the fly. Follow me!”

They booked it across the meadow, Spinner weaving them around the hidden hills and valleys camouflaged beneath the waist-high grass. The truck kept slowly gaining on them, but the constant bangs and thumps of the truck bouncing against the uneven ground and the arguing between the driver and his passengers betrayed how little the tormentors knew about the terrain.

“Dammit, stay still you lizard-fuck!”

“Nah, let him keep running. Makes the chase more exciting!”

“Maybe if you’d gotten your driver’s license, you’d actually be able to hit him Nōtarin!”

“Fuck off Rase!”

Jumping over a particularly thick mud puddle, Spinner finally began the speech that had been previously interrupted.

“I’m sure you already know that I fell for you pretty fast-”

“Understatement of the year, but I’m not one to talk.”

The neon orange paint was splattered with mud, with the new coat of brown getting bigger as the wheels spun, sluggishly making its way through the puddle.

Spinner laughed breathlessly as he continued, “-yeah, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able put how much the love you gave me in return means to me into words. I couldn’t do it even if the ocean was made of ink and the earth was paper, it just wouldn’t be enough.”

“Shuichi…”

“And, well, since I can’t use words, I thought I’d show my devotion with some kind of gift, but I don’t really have much to give you except myself. Still, I’ll give that to you for the rest of my life if you want it.”

By this point they had stopped just a few feet in front of a moss-covered boulder, one that blended in with the green grass and was in the direct pathway of the truck that continued driving towards them at top speed.

Ignoring the oncoming truck, Spinner took Tomura’s other hand into his own, and softly asked, “Tomura, will you marry me?”

The truck hit the rock, skyrocketing up and over the couple. The screams of the driver and his passengers fell on deaf ears as Tomura gazed into bright, cherry-petal eyes and answered the proposal:

“You’re more than enough for me, you’re more than I could ever dream of asking for. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Not even a moment after he accepted, a loud crash echoed across the meadow as the truck collided with the ground, flipping over as it did so. The bullies were quick to exit the wreck and make their way towards the still lovestruck duo to attack them. It was a farce from the start, the newly established fiancés barely paying them any attention as they began to brawl.

“Look at you all smiley and shit,” said Tomura as he kicked Rase across the field.

“Why wouldn’t I be all smiles? I’m gonna get to marry to the love of my life! You should see your face right now, looks like your smile’s gonna split your face in two with how big it is!” exclaimed Spinner, dodging Nōtarin’s sluggish punches with ease.

“Touché, fiancé. I bet you’ve already got a plan for everything that comes next, you gooey romantic.”

“Well, I was thinking we could have a small ceremony, just us and the league. Nothing too fancy, we’d just do the vows, ring exchange, ‘I do’s’, and sealing it with a kiss, all within fifteen minutes tops. That way we can splurge on the reception, the best music-” Nōtarin screamed as his arm was sliced by Spinner’s hunting knife.

“-the most delicious food and drinks-” Nōtarin gurgled as the knife ran through his neck.

“-and a cake so big that’ll make everyone sick. We’d just have to grab someone to officiate the thing and make it official.”

“We can get Giran to do it, he’s got just enough connections that he could make it happen.” Iyaga howled as his chest caved in.

“And for the honeymoon, I was thinking about taking a joyride on the coastline. We could stock up the van and make stops at all the beaches, and maybe get rid of a few heroes along the way if we’re up for it.”

“That sounds good to me, I’m certainly looking forward to having some fun alone time to ourselves!” Tomura cried happily, as Rase joined Iyaga in the pile of dust that lay at his feet.

By the time they came down from the high of the fight, the sun was dipping below the tree line, Tomura and Spinner sprawled out next to each other on the bloodstained earth.

“Ah shit,” said Tomura, “I just realized that there goes my future date idea of murdering your hometown bullies.”

Spinner chuckled at his fiancé’s annoyed tone, “That’s okay, we only murdered a couple of them. Next time we can take down the town leaders who encouraged everything, make a day out of it.”

“Hmm, alright, but I’m planning it. It’s only fair.”

Satisfied, Spinner let out a sigh before suddenly sitting up. “Oh right, I gotcha these,” he said as he pulled the rings out of his pocket.

“It’s just a pair of those plastic rings from the arcade we went to a while back, but I figure we’re not gonna wear these for too long because they’re just engagement rings. We can rob a jewelry store together to pick out the wedding rings.”

“Sounds perfect,” said Tomura, as they each took turns slipping the rings onto each other’s fingers. Taking a second to let the presence of a ring on his finger sink in, Tomura smiled and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful that Re-Destro only snapped off my first three fingers.”

“Well, that’s one way to say you’re happy to be engaged,” Spinner joked.

“Hm. Then I’ll say it more romantically, just for you.” This time, it was Tomura who took Spinner’s hands into his own as he spoke his piece:

“Shuichi, you are one thing in this world that I could never hate, and the only person I will ever promise myself to. I’ll do whatever it takes to give you the life you want to live. I love you, and I’ll continue to love you until the stars grow cold, and even after that.”

If that speech hadn’t already swept Spinner off his feet, then the deep kiss Tomura initiated sent his heart skyward with how much it fluttered. When they both came down to earth, they went about flipping the thoroughly beat-up truck right side up, and as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beneath the horizon, the newly engaged couple drove off into the ink and lavender sky.

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huntsman-ash · 4 years ago

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RWBY V8E10 LiveThoughts

Well since its my birthday, Im kinda bored, and there’s little else for me to do right now since I dont get food till later, lets catch up on last weeks episode in anticipation of tomorrows.

Huh, starting off with a epilepsy warning. Thats...a good sign I suppose?

Probably not the first part with the RT logo if I had to guess.

Opening shot looks like something outta Gundam or Halo. Ironwood looking thoughtfully out as a Manta cruses by randomly. Plus; sunlight. Second day dawns...damn, have they really been fighting for that long?

Brings up the wonder of how long Remnants day actually is.

More Mantas. One REALLY close by. Damn those things are QUIET.

Those poor Specialists. You can just TELL they’re bracing for Ironwood to kick their ass. The doors also still busted which is a rather nice choice.

Also interestingly the female Specialist’s coat is missing the top two buttons of her partners. No clue why.

Actual sweatdrop on the girl. What is it with RT suddenly making their characters have body liquid?

Ahhh Qrow kicking ass. Excellent. I would expect nothing less.

Also FUCK THAT TABLE IRONWOOD.

Homie loosing his SHIT XD

Oh. Whats this...energy blast? Looks like its coming out of the- Oh. Thats Oscar isnt it.

...my God. ITS. BEAUTIFUL.

(Cries in military nerd)

I love how the music cuts out when it hits, just like what happens when a nuke goes off.

The fact the Aces have to CARRY the bomb in BY HAND is good shit.

Massed gunfire in the back, and for a second you can see the true thoughts of all of the members. Oddly enough Hare’s got her exoskeleton activated. HYuh, weird, everyone else is hauling it bare. Elm, obviously, she beefy. I guess Marrow and Vine are just capable?

Also based on the shot we see just before the entire screen goes yellow and it looks like the blast literally yeets marrow onto his ass (I assume its Marrow based on the weapon visible in profile) it looks like Atlas is actually WINNING the fight, they’re pushing forward towards the whale.

Grimm; PURGED. ...how much you wanna bet this was a one off? No way to weaponize it. No way to make this more effective.

The music is...dissapointing, truly. If I had scored this, it would have some orchestral choir, a little bit of Requiem for a Dream style kinda thing. Strings and intense flutes and maybe a bit of drums.

Everything goes white for an ABSURDLY long time

Annnddd the sun comes up JUST as the whale starts disintegrating. HA! DIDNT PLAN ON THAT DID YOU SLUT!

CUE NEO CASUALLY SKIPPING THROUGH THE HELLSTORM OF GRIMM BITS WITH THE LAMP

Wait wheres the bomb... Also Marrow being the only one who cares amuses me.

Ahh dont worry about it buddy, its probably MAGIC explosive force, if it didnt kill you it wouldnt kill them. Huh, part of the whales skeletons still there. I think its dead. GOOD

Wait how tall is Marrow? Hes like a good six inches taller than Winter here and shes wearing combat heels

“Target destroyed, good work.” Oh how casual. I love how he thinks that was the bomb.

And he goes right on to the new issue as if this is the end of the Grimm situation

Oh they still have the bomb.

Cargo ship, huh. I thought it came in on a Manta? Maybe Im miss-remembering.

AND now everyone in Atlas is going to start suffering fucking RUSTLUNG like in Gears.

Oh. Wait. Most of the whale’s still there. Fuckin hell IF THIS THING REGENERATES

Watts is so casual about all of this. I mean it makes sense but like, damn bro, flexibility.

Mmm, I think Cinders about to get brainblasted on by Watts. Please do so. TEAR HER A NEW ONE.

Interesting that Cinder thinks shes in command here. Im sorry, Cinder, but one of you has a college level education and the other WAS A FUCKING DISH RAG BITCH AND PROBABLY A STREET WALKER.

Guess which one is which.

Heels. Interesting. I dont like them but interesting.

Mmm. Long way down.

Watts: STARTS LAUGHING. I love it.

Dude is speaking FIRE. And TRUTH! THIS CATHARSIS...

I know she wont kill him and Im already cool with that cause this alone has put Watts well above her in my book of awesome villains.

Hope we get to see more of him after this.

Hey he actually got THROUGH to her!

NOW SULK WHORE!

AWW SHES CRYING

Yeah of course the heroes are okay. RIP whoever was in that Paladin though. Hes probably dead.

Oh, the Bees

Where the fuck did Emerald go

Oh there she is. Just completely shattered. YEAH HE DEAD FRIEND

Agricultrual area, okay cool, glad we finally got a name for this place

Red Line...huh. Like in Metro Speaking of, theres the Metro. No power, lights out. Apathies maybe?

You got a prisoner now.

Scrolls as a light source too huh? No flashlights? Also, pink purplish pettles...whats that one for, GAY THOUGHTS?

...kinetic energy. Really. Thats it. HOW IN THE FLAMING FUCK DOES THAT WORK?!

For those of you not in the know, kinetic is just...movement. Thats it. The ACTUAL energy that results from potential energy being used.

Its just physics. And they’re treating it like some kind of superweapon.

Talk about a bit of an ass pull. And of course theres only a little bit left, because duh.

Guess maybe its got to do with movement and stuff. An idea for later.

Imagine if everyone looked over at Emerald and shes gone.

Nope, still there. And t hey’re about to hit the civilian shelter...yep, theres everyone.

OH MAN THEY DONT EVEN HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON. Literally just people chillin on the sides of the rails. Boy that must SUCK

Depression everywhere. Damn the Grimm are gonna come right in and mulch em.

And back to Ironwood. ANGRY DAD FACE.

Glad they call it a payload.

Its hard to tell but I think the image hes looking at is a casualty report. If I h ad ot guess blacked out equipment is losses.

Closer look says “Status Report in the upper left (upper right reversed)

So...based on this, Atlas has lost at least 4 airships, 8 Mantas, four Paladins, a bunch of troops...actually the more I look at this I think each one represents a bunch of units because there is no way that this is everything they had.

I cant really see the middle parts but on the right I cna see “First Fleet” and “Second Fleet” Seconds got fewer Mantas attached oddly. No clue what that means. Same amount of Airships, but nothing else.

Cant really read the middle points. I THINK it says “First Batallion” at the top and then under it is split into (Something) A, B, and C. Might be Squad or something similar, the breakdown seems to be identical across it. 48 diamond markings and four Paladins.

Based on a quick check of Google, I believe these are, in fact, Platoons, the subsets of a Battalion. The numbers are flexible on there but it seems to fit.

48 men to a Platoon with four Paladins as heavy fire support sounds like a viable mix. If thats the case Im just gonna hope this is all that was depolyed and Atlas has other forces elsewhere BECAUSE IF THEIR ENTIRE MILITARY IS LITERALLY ONE BATALLION OF TROOPS IM GOING TO RIOT.

The number more or less makes sense.

On the far right theres some kind of power core readings, no indication of what those are, and I cant read the wording over it. Maybe for the pylons.

Ironwood then convinently walks past a window showing intel on the whale. Annoyingly all of the important looking text is blurred out.

Theres Hares thighs again.

Third ones some kind of profile on Cinder, the image is recent as well. Fourth one...I think its a map of some kind of the impact zone, perhaps the area lost to it.

“Watts is either incompetent, or betrayed us.” WHICH DO YOU THINK IS MORE LIKELY.

Looks at hand dramatically while contemlating loss.

Hare loosing her shit is awesome. Also, nice shot of her shoes.

Maybe you should have put more faith in your military instead of Huntsman idiot. I guess this KIND OF explains why he wants to leave. He doesnt thinkt hey can win no matter what.

The look on his face is...disheartening. Dudes gone the same way as Lionheart. Shit.

Also interestingly, the picograms above his office door show the phases of Remnants moon, rotating from full and unbroken to shattered.

What are you planning Ironwood.

Ohhhh. SEE NOW SOMEONE FINALLY FUCKING GETS THE IDEA You want someone in this world to do something YOU PUT A GUN TO THE HEAD OF THIER LOVED ONES!

Winters not having none of it of course.

Ohhh shes in for a SPANKIN NOW

I love how Hare throws her under the bus like that.

FUCK THAT TABLE

Radar. REMNANT HAS RADAR.

MOTHER...FUCKING... HOW?! HOW DO THEY HAVE RADAR.

Suns fully up now. Interesting.

Also, canonizing it now; the mountain just behind Atlas in this shot is where Fortress Academy is.

This one.

Hang on. SDC Freighters literally look like neutered... ... GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

AGAIN! EVERYTHING IN ATLAS’S ARSENAL IS JUST SDC EQUIPMENT MADE INTO MILITARY FORM! FUCK. ME. SIDEWAYS.

WHY!? WHY IS EVERYTHING SDC MADE?!

LE SIGH

The crazy logic sit down thing is...weird.

Also, I see constellation on the floor of Ironwoods room. Looks like...chiron and Pisces. So why are Earth constellations on the floor of a Remnant building?

Damn, air cleaned the fuck up real quick.

NEO YOU CHEEKY BITCH. THE RAISED PINKY FINGER

Yay, the teams reunited. NOW THEY CAN ALL DIE TOGETHER.

FAUNUS EAR WIGGLE

Rens first comment; wheres Nora. Yay. Also, poor Ruby.

I like how the music just died.

I hear gunfire...

YEAH! Mantas for AA work, hell yeah! I know Im supposed to be mad but fuck that swarm attack! Oh its so good.

AND IRONWOOD WITH THE FUCKING POWER STANCE

MY GOD XD

I like how he specifically mentions Atlas’s technology like their technology is anything hot

Seriously could you get any more fucking dramatic. I get the point but like, dude, your from Atlas, wasnt this shit BANNED in the Great War?

Boy, he really doesnt like Mantle does he. Then again at the same time, my hometown doesnt care for the homeless here. Its probably like that.

Not sure I follow your logic here. Hes probably bluffing.

Oh wait Penny...right she never left the mansion, she got fucked over.

And thats it.

#rwby #spoilers #rwby spoilers #rwby v8

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years ago

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Lover - Martin x Reader (Untogether)

Read as part of Like You Say You Do / Get Even if you like 💕

Gif Credit: @benmendo

Author’s Note: How and Why he is the easiest Mendo for me to write I’m not sure... But I gotta say, it does mean I can write when inspiration hits in a day... Which is good news for Martin. AND the Martin Squad...! @stcphstrange @beany-ben @mfolcore @alotofrandomfangirling @shantellorraine Disclaimer: The usual / I own nothing but the writing and the reader character Premise: On the final (hometown) gig of the tour, Martin has a surprise for you... Words: 2558 Warnings: N/A

_________ And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years? This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

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You’d been with Martin for a little while now, and things had gone from good to better. He had never been kidding about your notebook full of poems (or as he consistently called them, lyrics); and before you knew it the band (who, you would like to add also wrote their own stuff) had at least one album, a multitude of music gone digital and a hit in the radio. And there was nothing like that feeling of you both screaming the first time you’d heard it come on in the car. They were also successful, not little clubs to big time stadium successful, but enough to know what it was like to your outside more than just the States. (Though you felt Martin’s heritage helped with that part of the tour).

You and Andrea stayed best friends, and before you knew it - despite your original protests - double dates between her and Nick and you and Martin became nearly a weekly thing; and not always on purpose. In fact, the four of you had also been on holiday together and you couldn’t count the number of times you’d seen them both at concerts. Tara however... didn’t remain a real friend for much longer than a few months. You still saw her around, and she certainly wasn’t your biggest fan - but you supposed being courteous with each other was a lot better than the cat fight you’d had when she turned up on Martin’s doorstep one day. You’d tried to be reasonable about it, but she wasn’t having it - Martin had to prize you both apart and that didn’t end well for him either. Two hours later he came back, having dropped her at home, and his face had said don’t ask, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. Since then you’d pretty much kept out of each other’s way. And that was sensible.

Tonight was the hometown last gig of the tour, and afterwards Martin wanted to take a break, paint a little bit (because he knew how much you still loved to watch him do that in tight white T-shirts) and get his life in order. Not that it wasn’t in order - but you’d bought a house together and hadn’t done a lot with it yet, except paint it; obviously. And there was nothing like painting together; especially as there was now always coffee and donuts involved. Traditions were important things to keep! The show was sold out, and not on-the-day sold out either but months in advance sold out, that made you so happy. You liked to keep track of things like that - you loved yelling; “There’s another one sold out!!” At him from scrolling around on your laptop and how he’d run in; “You’re kidding?!” You weren’t always able to go with them, only when work allowed - so thus far you’d seen him a few times. You had a good supposed network and were fine without him there but, you always loved having him home again. So, you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks either. Luckily you had a couple of days before the show so do nothing much more than lay around the house and make out...

Andrea and Nick would be there, of course. And a bunch of your other friends, because they wanted to be there for the welcome home gig. Also Martin pretty much told everyone he would buy the bar afterwards, so many people didn’t need that much persuasion to buy a ticket! (Not that you would hope they would need much persuasion anyway - you’d kick ‘em otherwise) What did surprise you was that your parents and other family members were going to be there. You remember scoffing when they told you that; Why, it’s not even your type of music! You do know it’s not a sit down venue?! Well, we want to support him... also what do you mean not our type of music?!

So here you were, night of, backstage with about 3 minutes before he went on. And he wouldn’t. Stop. Kissing. You. “You’re gonna be late on!” You giggled, as he set his guitar up in between kisses; “Never late, it’s my gig!” “Well then it’s your fault if they chuck you off stage or cut the power at curfew!” “They’d never...” he pushed his forehead to yours; “Okay fine... One more, for good luck...” You raised an eyebrow; “I thought wishing you good luck was bad luck? I thought it was break a leg?” “Please dear God, no!” He laughed “Good luck is fine...” “What do you need good luck for anyway-!? It’s not luck if it’s talent...” He gave a gentle shrug “Oh, you never know what you’ll need luck for do ya...” “Okay...” you wound your arms around his neck, making this kiss last “Good Luck!”

As you expected he was incredible. He hit all those notes fearlessly; and the band were also on top form. They were riding the high of the home gig, the last gig of the tour - the energy of the crowd... their little steady wave of success. And you couldn’t be prouder that he was giving it his all here. They didn’t wind down because these were the last few minutes they’d spend on stage, they wound up. And you knew that setlist by heart; even the songs that he interwove and changed depending on where they were and what was getting the most airplay. So you knew when there weren’t so many songs left. And that was sad, you didn’t want them to pack up yet, to stop, you wanted them to play all night long.

But with one song left Martin’s energy seemed to completely change. He didn’t talk often between songs; liking to let the music do his talking for him. But every so often he would. But the last song was high energy, the perfect finisher. Or it was supposed to be. Instead Martin took a deep breath and stepped up to the Mic. “Now usually, there’s a song we would play here, which would make sense as the final song on a set list... right? But... tonight I... wanted to do a little something different. But, I also didn’t really want to do it alone... Because I wrote her a song.... so... I figured if I was gonna play it for ya, it would only be right if she was on stage too, yeah?” It wasn’t that you weren’t listening, just when you suddenly froze at the realisation he was talking about you, he’s written a song for you. But even then it still wasn’t completely registering with you what he’d said, until he called your name. “So hopefully with a little encouragement we can get Ms.Y/N out here, what do you say?” There was a cheer from the crowd that made you instantly embarrassed, and for some reason you felt like you still weren’t hearing this correctly - “C’mon, Y/N… don’t go all shy on me now…!” Martin’s laugh edged nervous, and one of his road crew nudged you in the back. Lucky for that too – as it snapped you back into reality. You took a deep breath, and walked out onto the stage.

The spotlight meant you couldn’t really see the sea of people here to watch him. But Martin was clear as day, and just as beautiful. “Ah! Here she is; may I introduce those of you that don’t know her, to my gorgeous Y/N…” You wanted to push him and tell him to stop, but this was neither the time nor place… And with him looking at you like this in front of his own fans, you couldn’t help your grin. Probably like an idiot, and in front of people I know… Dammit Martin! “So as I was saying… I wrote her a song… And I’d quite like to sing it for her…And maybe end this show a little more low key… Is that alright?” Another jubilant cheer from the crowd made him grin; but still he was fixing you with that look; and you couldn’t figure out what it was… “Aha… Earlier I asked her to kiss me for good luck.” You nearly rolled your eyes; Oh, now he was going to start telling embarrassing anecdotes about you too… “And she said ‘You don’t need it’ which… might be true…” He was still staring at you with immeasurable adoration; “…But for this I feel like I might…”

He stepped away from the mic for a moment, cleared his throat and swallowed hard – and you thought the band might begin to play the notes, to accompany his melody. But no, instead you were met with almost dead silence, because instead of stepping back to the mic Martin stepped forward; and then down onto one knee. WAIT-! There was a mix of emotion from the crowd; somewhere between a scream of delight but also dead silence at respect for the moment, and to hear what he had to say (or you could hear what he had to say). You gathered your hands to your mouth; they all KNEW! Your family and friends they must all KNOW! That’s how come they were all here-! MARTIN!!!

“So, maybe I thought I was never going to be the marrying type…” He pulled a little navy-blue box out of his pocket; “…And maybe sometimes things just happen to let you know, even though you might commit to spend your life with one person… There might be more to it than that. I know that it took me a while to realise that that person was you, but I also knew I’d finally found her in you… Y/N… And maybe it took me a while to realise that I wanted to marry you, but you’re also the only person I’ve ever wanted to get down on one knee for. And I know I don’t plan much, but I did plan this…” He opened the box delicately; the dainty silver piece inset with amethyst was beyond-words beautiful. And you held back your tears, even though you knew they were happy ones. Hell, Martin could have proposed with a piece of plastic and you’d have said yes. “So, in front of my band and a bunch of our friends… I’m asking for your hand in marriage… And you can have my heart and soul…” He gave a tiny shrug with a smile; “Heck, I think you already do… So, I know you’re going to take good care of ‘em…” Martin took another breath; “Y/N… Will you marry me?” Not that you would have declined; but how you were supposed to do that in front of all these people anyway was a mystery to you. You also decided that vocalising it might be better, in the circumstances, than just nodding “Yes!” “Yes?” “YES!” The crowd erupted in happy raptures; led by his band, as Martin stood and pulled you to him to kiss you, winding his arms around you you could feel the nervous, now triumphant, energy that flowed through him. “Good thing you wished me luck…” “…Oh yeah, that’s the only reason I said yes…” He couldn’t help but laugh as he let you go and took your hand in his – you watched, still smiling and a little lost for words, as he slipped the ring onto your finger. “Guess now is as good a time as any to tell you I love you?” You shook your head; “I know, why do you think I said yes?”

He motioned to his crew to bring you a stool to sit on; but Martin being Martin wouldn’t let you just sit on it, oh no… He had to pick you up whilst kissing you and put you on it himself. You covered your face with your hands; yes – that what perfect cause to be embarrassed thank you very much!!! You had to live this down to your family now. And Andrea. Who was probably filming the whole thing. He shouldered his acoustic guitar and turned back to you; “So… Y/N… This song is for you…” The band let him start alone – and suddenly you were transported to your living room, where he would cuddle up with you and test out your poems, or his lyrics with tunes in his head and see what stuck, and what sometimes didn’t. But even if you were aware you were in a room full of people – for that first verse there was just the two of you. And you realised something. You realised exactly what he was doing – and what this song was – and how no one in this room would ever know the significance. “Martin…” You knew you’d murmured it, that he knew you’d said his name and you got it by the way he smiled; he’d entwined lines from your poems about him in with his own lyrics about you… Lyrics you couldn’t even believe he remembered from the first time he’d read your notebook and asked if they were about him and you’d denied it… He was perfectly mixing them here… He wasn’t just singing lyrics to a song he’d written. Martin was singing your history. This song wasn’t for you. This song was yours.

***

Andrea was, unsurprisingly, the first one to greet you – almost screaming – as you appeared from back stage “OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!” “How long have YOU known!? C’mon, he invited all of you because you knew – don’t deny it! I’m gonna KILL HIM!” “Okay, before you go killin’ your fiancé, we were always gonna come, I’ll have you know! I dunno, I think he finally up and told us about a month ago. I’ve literally been biting my tongue about it, though.” You stared at her for a second, and had barely listened to anything beyond her seventh word, before your face lit up; “Holy sh*t! Martin is my fiancé!” “…Yes, no more boyfriend girlfriend stuff its- YOU!” she yelled again, and another cheer went up from both your friends and family as he appeared looking nothing more than euphoric. Andrea let you go and ran to him; and almost tackled him to the ground; “YOU! YOU ASSHOLE!!! DO NOT TELL ME THAT SPEECH WAS ON THE FLY! YOU SAID EVERYTHING I WROTE DOWN!!! YOU SON OF A-!” “Woah, okay, okay, I took some inspiration…” She smacked his arm; “You didn’t even act like you were interested or listening! I could kill you as much as I could kiss you! But I won’t because I don’t want to make your new fiancée jealous.” You folded your arms with a laugh; “Oh, did Andrea write it?!” “No! No!” He pointed to her “Be fair; I told you what I wanted to say…” “Okay…” she huffed “I put his speech a little more eloquently… Or you would have been up there listening to him ramble for 30 minutes, and then he’d get knee cramp…” Martin scoffed at that idea, walking across the floor to you, taking you back in his arms; “Whatever…” She called after him; “C’mon – short and sexy!” “…Old and sexy!” You looked around him with a grin to your best friend. Martin sighed in mock annoyance. “Geez… I have this for the rest of my life…!” “How lucky are you!?”

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AHHHH!!! I FINALLY WROTE IT! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

@dennismitchell @krnncsbtch @happyskywhale #MendoTagSquad.

#SO yeaaaaah Taylor Swift's new album #Writing inspo it certainly is #I've had this scenario for a while but the bridge to THIS song #OH wow perfect #Martin #Martin x Reader #Untogether #Ben Mendelsohn #64 #/Hums Beatles Song/

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mojave-musing · 6 years ago

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You’ve been waiting (or probably not) the next part in Remington’s story

Remington slid down the dusty slope into the destroyed town of Nelson. Above on the ridge, Boone sat with the ranger that asked her to mercy kill the soldiers in the town below.

Remington wasn’t planning on following orders.

She paused in the remains of a house before dashing across the street. Ducking down between two houses, Remington crept along until the crucifixion platform was in sight. There were three Legionaries outside and a guard dog. There was no knowing how many were inside the barracks; she would have to move fast.

Remington crouched and moved towards the platform. The NCR soldier facing her lifted his head. His eyes widened with surprise. Remington brought her finger up up to her lips, motioning to be quiet, as she moved closer. Once she reached the platform, she hid along its side and moved to where the Legionaries stood.

Remington had the element of surprise. Two shotgun blasts and the guards closest to her were dead. The guard dog lunged at her, teeth sinking into her armored jacket. Remington pulled her knife with her free hand and handled the dog; even if the dog lover in her cried. The last Legionnaire tripped over himself trying to run into the barracks, but Remington caught up to him and ended him quickly.

Remington moved as fast as she could, vaulting herself up on the platform, cutting the soldiers ropes and telling them to run as she heard Legionnaires stir in the barracks. The last soldier was freed when the Legionaries from inside burst through the door and a shot whizzed over their heads.

Remington grabbed the soldier’s arm and ran pulling him with her. The Legionaries were in disarray, allowing Remington to escape with the soldier in her tow. She grinned when she heard a joyous reunion at the top of the hill as the other two soldiers made it to the checkpoint.

The third soldier reunited with the others as Remington reached the top of the hill. She smiled as the ranger looked at her in disbelief. Her heart quickened more when she saw a smile on Boone’s face. Remington could feel her adrenaline fall, but her heart still fluttered impossibly fast.

Remington sat down on a rock to catch her breath and calm herself and Boone walked up to her. He sat a comfortable distance away from her, and Remington looked at him.

“You didn’t mercy kill the soldiers like you were asked to.” Boone said simply.

“No, I didn’t.” Remington said between breaths.

“Look, I um, I appreciate that you fought to get them out alive,” Boone spoke awkwardly, “I was asked too many times to mercy kill and it’s not an easy thing to do.”

Remington smiled and met Boone’s eyes through his sunglasses, “I would fight the entire Legion to do it again.”

…

Remington bolted upright in her sleeping bag, breath coming short. The flames of her dreams faded away as she looked around the cellar they bunked in. The dim lantern light showed hatch was still firmly barred. Boone showed no signs of stirring, his back still turned to her.

Remington took a deep breath, calming herself. Trying to make sense of the dream she had. Closing her eyes, Remington could recall her dream vividly. Memories that wouldn’t ever fade. Her hometown in flames. Being carried, to a tent with red walls. Adults speaking in rushed Latin.

“You alright?”

Boone’s sleep-rough voice startled Remington out of her thoughts. He had turned on his side, facing her. Sharp eyes watched her in the dark. Remington nodded.

“Just a dream was all.” Remington spoke softly.

Boone grunted in response.

The cellar fell quiet. Remington waited for her heart to stop beating so fast. Quietly, Boone spoke up.

“I get them too.” He said, “Dreams, I mean.”

A long silence filled the cellar. Remington could hear Boone think, the little intake of air before he spoke, but hesitated.

“The dreams are about my home, and my family, losing them.” Remington softly spoke. “What are yours about?”

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

Boone turned his back on Remington. Her heart tripped on a beat. Just when she thought they started getting along, she had to mess it up.

…

“Back towards Nipton, I saw a slave camp.” Remington began, “I was alone when I spotted, but how about we go back and take a look”

“Fine by me.”

They made their way towards Nipton, hiking along ridges until the slave camp came into sight. Remington ducked behind the rocks overlooking the camp. There was a lower and upper part, at least a dozen men milling between the tents. Boone watched them through the scope of his rifle.

“I could pick off at least two as they sit down around the fire, but after that they are gonna scatter,” Boone glanced at Remington.

“I could try to pick off a couple but I’m not a sniper,” Remington put her binoculars away. “I could always sneak down there closer and when they scatter I can get a couple more, but they would find me fast.”

Boone thought for a moment, “You could move over towards the road and give some cross fire as I snipe. Then we can move in closer on them.”

“Let’s give it a go,” Remington said, she slipped down the side of the ridge to the road and got into position, waiting for Boone to take the first shot.

Remington crouched behind an embankment, sights trained on a Legionnaire lingering by the fire. Boone’s first shot rang out, and Remington squeezed the trigger.

The camp dissolved into chaos.

Remington took shots at the Legionaries that ran between the tents as she strode into the camp. Throwing spears flew by Remington, she ducked to the side of a tent for cover. Boone’s shots were drawing closer, and the Legionaries’s attention shifted towards him again.

Remington came out of hiding, rounding the corner of the tent, gun at the ready.

The kid standing there couldn’t have been a day over seventeen. The football gear hung off of his shoulders, dark circles under is eyes. He looked like the kids Remington knew in the foster homes.

Remington hesitated.

The kid lunged.

There was a knife in his hand.

Remington moved too slow.

The knife drove into Remington’s side.

Adrenaline started pumping, Remington swung the stock of her gun up hitting the kid in the face.

The kid stumbled back. Two shots rang out, and blood splattered against Remington’s face.

The camp was quiet.

The kid was dead.

Remington looked down to see her green button down being stained red with her blood.

“Remington.” Boone’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, “You’re bleeding.”

Boone stepped up to her, grabbing a rag off the nearby workbench. Remington winced as Boone pressed the cloth against her wound.

“Hold that tight there,” Boone instructed. “We need to get to the ranger station.”

…

A campfire outside in the courtyard was crackling. Remington laid on a threadbare mattress inside the trailer. Boone moved around collecting bits from scattered first-aid kits.

A stimpak and some med-x had Remington relaxed, and the wound doing better, but it still needed stitches. Boone pulled up a chair at Remington’s bedside, setting out the supplies on the table next to them. Remington looked away from Boone.

She couldn’t watch.

Thankfully, Med-X was doing its job. Remington could only feel the burn of the alcohol as Boone worked.

“What’s the diagnosis, doc?” Remington asked, still looking away.

“It’s a short cut, but deep.” Boone replied.

It fell quiet again, only the crackling fire and the distant sound of mole rats scurrying could be heard. Remington focused on the far off sounds, trying to keep her mind off of Boone stitching her wound.

“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Boone, set aside the needle and thread. He reached out to help Remington sit up.

“He was just a kid.” Remington answered.

Boone mumbled something and grabbed the bandages. Remington frowned, but sat up straighter as Boone began to wind the bandages around her midsection.

“I don’t regret it.” Remington said when Boone secured the bandages.

Boone looked at Remington sternly.

“You’re lucky.” Boone sat back. “He could have had a gun and shot you right between the eyes.”

“He could have also ran away.” Remington argued, “It was a kid, not a hardened soldier.”

“Dammit, Remington,” Boone cursed, standing up and striding away for a moment. He turned back to face her, “He could have killed you, and you say you don’t regret giving him that opportunity.”

Remington fell quiet. Boone sighed, stepping back to where he was in front of Remington.

“Just—,” Boone stopped awkwardly, “The Legion uses younger soldiers to get people to hesitate. It’s a part of their plan.”

Boone ran his hand over his jaw, thinking of what to say.

“You don’t want me falling for one of their tricks,” Remington said, catching on.

Boone nodded.

“I promise I will apprehend the kids before I give them the chance to run away next time.” Remington reached out and touched Boone’s hand.

He almost jumped out of his skin at the contact. Remington pulled back her hand mumbling an apology. The air hung still for a moment before Boone stood up from the chair and moved to his cot.

Conversation over it seemed.

Remington pulled her tank-top back down over the bandages, and carefully begun to lower herself back down on the bed. Remington stopped when a blanket covered her lap.

“You’re gonna get cold.” Boone spoke softly.

“Thanks,” Remington smiled. Remington paused for a moment, “I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“You’re welcome.”

#oc | remington #fallout: new vegas #fallout fanfic

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a-jynx · 6 years ago

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The Lost Hunter - Hannah’s Challenge Entry - Part 3/4

Summary: The boys knew you talked about giving up hunting, but they never thought you were serious… Well, not until they came into your hometown and learned that you were a well-known cop statewide. How had you given up on hunting so easily? Why didn’t you ever call, or message to tell them you were alright..? But, more importantly… What are you trying to keep from them that such a big secret..?

Pairing I chose: Winchester brothers x gender neutural!sibling (first time writing GN fic, so bare with me!)

Warnings: Cursing, death threats, blood, somewhat detailed fight scene, sibling rivalry, cute secrets near the end, (all four parts), also, it’s long af but I did put a Keep Reading!

Prompt I Used: “I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.” (In part 2)

Forever In Tags: @waywardnewcomer, @natashacamillaus, @iliketowrite02, @casiskween, @supernatural-teamfreewillpage, @laceyn-1201

~ Hope you enjoy! Tags and requests are open ;) ~

Part 1 Part 2

Forcing Cyran to open the cell, yet keeping Dean cuffed, I grabbed onto his shoulder before roughly pulling him towards my desk, only to stop him from sitting down as I shook my head. “Oh, no, you’re coming with me.” I spat while pulling him towards the interrogation area with Cyran trailing close behind us as he tried to wriggle out of my tightening grip. Holding him against the wall and pulling out my entry card, I slapped it against the scanner and forced him into the room, as the sliding door shut behind us.

“Okay, start explaining.” I spat as I shoved my card back into my coats’ pocket as Dean stumbled forward, stopping as he turned towards me and thrusted his index towards me with a growl.

“Me start explaining?! You’re the one that disappeared off the face of the earth for 5 almost 6 months! With no call, no message saying you were okay - hell even Bobby didn’t know where you were!” Dean shouted as I clenched my jaw, before moving towards him with a death glare working up in my e/c eyes.

“I’m twenty-three years old, Dean! You didn’t and still don’t have any say where I go, what I do, or how I do it. You and Sam can go and hunt to your little heart's content, but count me out.” I growled with a snarl only to have our attention drawn from each other and towards the door as Cyran appeared with a scared look on her face.

“Y/N, what’s going on-”

“Excuse me, doll, but this is family business, so if you could butt out-” Dean started with a smirk as I went wide-eyed, turning back towards him as I tied my fists around his collar with a growl before backing him up against the metal table with a thud.

“Don’t you dare disrespect her, got it? You can disrespect me all you want, but if you even try to say a word to her I will take your tongue from your mouth!” I shouted before throwing him down as my chest heaved with anger.

“Y/N, it’s… It’s okay.” Cyran moved forward as she wrapped her arm around my arm as I glanced down at her, feeling my death glare slowly soften.

Almost forgetting Dean was in the room, he hummed as Cyran and I turned towards him; my face reading annoyed.

“Anyone care to explain what the hell is going on here!?” Dean growled as I huffed before taking a step forward, a small smirk on my lips. “In the time I’ve been gone, I’ve become the best detective in Michigan, and this is my partner.. Cyran Barclay. And now, that you’ve come down to ruin the small home I’ve established - get out.” I growled coldly just as the door slid open, once again causing all of us to turn our attention towards it, only to see Anderson standing with a confused look.

“Uh, Lieutenant we got a call about a possible homicide, they’re saying that it could be tied in with the federal murders.. Scott and I are heading out now, we’ll, uh.. We’ll meet you there.” Anderson glanced over our small group gathered in the interrogation room before leaving us alone.

“Dammit, okay, take him back to the holding cell-”

“Excuse me, why are we talking about me like I’m not here?!” Dean’s voice growled from behind me as Cyran glanced behind me, frowning before returning to her attention towards me. “Yep, you two are definitely related,” she smirked as my brows lifted in slight surprise as I stuck my tongue out at her, before she spoke again.

“I’ll take him back to the holding cell, you go and get ready to leave.” Cyran moved towards Dean as she spoke, leaving me to watch her grab my eldest brother by his forearm and practically drag him out of the interrogation room, and back towards the cells as Dean did little to get away from her.

“Y/N, come on! You can’t really leave me in here - I’m your brother, for godsakes!” Dean shouted as I followed close behind him and Cyran, frowning as she pushed him into the holding cell, thus causing him to stumble forward before turning towards me.

“I already know Sam is on his way here, have him bail you with however much your ticket will costs. Then, leave. I don’t need either of you screwing up what I’ve built for myself, Dean. I’m a big kid now, I can handle life without my big brothers being there for me…” I paused my rant as I glanced at Cyran, a soft smile on her face as I cleared my throat and turned on my heel, pulling out my card and having it hover over the scanner.

“Bye, Dean.” I sighed before slapping the plastic chip against the scanner, thrusting the card back into my pocket as Cyran and I started towards the elevator. Our time was running out already, and this call could be the end of the federal death cases’... I hope.

*South Haven, Michigan - Y/N’s POV - Abandoned warehouse on the edge of town*

Cyran and I arrived at the warehouse, the run down building already swarming with Michigan, Ohio, and Indiana police cruisers surrounded the area below the towering, rusty metal dome. Putting my own cruiser into park, Cyran and I climbed out to see an ambulance on sight, this causing us to rush over as my eyes landed on Anderson..

“Shit, Anderson what happened? Where’s Scott?” I moved closer as two paramedics moved away from him, allowing us to talk before sending him to the hospital.

“I.. I don’t know. One minute, Scott and I are walking down one of the rows with the containers, then the next thing I know a gunshot goes off, Scott yells and screams and I fall to the cement floor, hitting my head and bleeding out my thigh…” Anderson gestured to his left thigh, which was wrapped with unholy amounts of gauze.

“Mark, why didn’t you guys wait for backup!” Cyran hissed as she frowned, pure fear written in her eyes as I glanced to her then back towards my friend, and co-worker.

“Is Scott still in there?” I questioned, grabbing onto his shoulder as he nodded gently, causing me to nod before releasing his shoulder and turning on my heel to move into the warehouse.

“Y/N! What the hell-”

“Cyran, Scott’s in there alone. And none of these cops are going to go in after him - he’s my friend, I’m not about to let him die from some.. Psychopath.” I breathed as I glanced down, now realizing that Cyran’s hand tightly gripped onto my wrist, a small smile tugging on my lips.

We stood there for what seemed forever, just staring at each other when a sudden gunshot pulled us out of the small daze, pushing her behind me as I pulled out my own gun aiming it towards the warehouse in case someone decided to run out - which would be suicidal.

Suddenly, my wrist was pulled causing me to turn around and see Cyran staring up at me with loving, yet fear-filled eyes before sighing.

“You better come back to me, Winchester.. I’m not gonna find another like you.” Her voice just barely above a whisper as I grinned more, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against hers’ before licking my lips and whispering back, “I’m not gonna leave you.. I’ll be back, I promise.” Slowly Cyran released my wrist as I turned on my heel, moving quickly towards the entrance as other officers stood at ready - some behind riot shields, other truck and car doors, and some just standing in free range - but none of them were as idiotic as I was..

*Abandoned Warehouse - Brother’s POV*

“Wait, wait, wait - so you’re saying that Y/N has worked here, built a somewhat nice life outside of hunting, and they become the Lieutenant at the MPD where you just happen to be arrested by her partner, Cyran Barclay?” Sam asked as I glanced at him, arching my brow and flexing my hands once again before nodding my head left-to-right.

“Yeah, that basically sums it up..” I shrugged as I glanced around, trying to find out where Y/N and that Cyran girl had disappeared too.

“But.. But why wouldn’t they at least call, or send a message to Bobby saying that they were alright..? Give us some type of relief knowing that they were alive during the months they were away..” Sam mumbled, more to himself then to me, as I glanced over to him once again frowning as I opened my mouth to say something, only to go quiet as I saw the large abandoned warehouse surrounded by different state cops.

“I’m feeling lucky..” I sighed as I pulled Baby into a small parking lot across the road, turning off her engine and reaching into the glovebox in front of Sam.

“Plan?”

“Well, hopefully, Cyran will just see us as concerned brothers and won’t say shit to other cops about us impersonating cops,” I paused as I pulled out two ID’s that stated we were federal agents from Washington, before gently tossing one into Sam’s lap. “And if she does?” Sam arched a brow towards me as I shrugged, before slapping the box shut and shoving it back into the glovebox.

“Then… Then we attempt to grab Y/N and get the hell out of South Haven.” I huffed as he shrugged and followed me as I got out, both of us slamming the doors shut as we wandered over to crime scene, seeing Cyran talking to the Anderson guy from earlier.

“Officer Barclay!” I called out as we showed our badges to some cops guarding the scene, them being easily fooled as she placed a hand on the injured officers’ shoulder before moving towards us, the paramedics packing the man into the ambulance before they took off.

“What in the hell are you two doing here?! I thought Y/N told you to leave once you got bailed!” She hissed as I frowned, clearing my throat as I glanced around before grabbing under her elbow and tugging her away from the peering eyes of the other officers.

“Ma’am, please, we’re just concerned brothers looking out for their sibling-” Sam tried to explain, only for her to hiss at him.

“Y/N was doing fine before you two even got here! Hell we-” Cyran went to yell, but was cut off by the sudden gunshots and yelling came from inside the warehouse, causing everyone to turn their attention towards the building as I looked around, feeling my heart sink to my stomach as I grabbed Cyran’s shoulders, tugging her attention towards me as Sam stood there with the same have-you-see-a-ghost look.

“Cyran.. Where’s Y/N..?”

*Inside Abandoned Warehouse - Y/N’s POV*

I moved carefully through the warehouse, little noises making me turn towards it with my gun and jaw clenched. “I’m fine, okay.. I just need to find Scott and get the hell out of here..” I whispered to myself, turning to each noise as a sudden gunshot went off causing me to slam my back against the wall, but keeping my gun out at arms length, ready to fire at anything.. Or anyone.

“Scotty?! Scott, come on, you’ve gotta give me some type of sign!” I shouted as the sound of heavy boots moved around me. The sound echoing off the metal as I looked around, feeling my anxiety shoot through the roof.

“Y/N?! Y/N, I’m in here!” Scott’s voice suddenly sounded, the echoing coming from the hallway as I lowered my gun to about my stomach as I took off running when a few more gunshots and a scream erupted from upstairs.

“Shit - hold on, Scott! I’m coming!” I shouted upwards as I holster my gun, taking off up the stairs with my arms pumping quickly by my sides while my legs began to burn like hell fire was building up in them.

I ran further up the stairwell, my heart thumping harder and harder against my chest as I skidded to a stop - where the hell is he?! “Scott?!” I shouted down the hallway, drawing my gun once again when I heard the sound of grunting coming from a few rooms down.

“Shit, Scott!” I ran down towards the room, feeling my courage take over my anxiety as I slammed the bottom of my boot against the door, knocking it open to a.. Clean, modern designed room that held no sign of struggling..?

“Scott..?” His name barely left my lips when suddenly something bashed into the back of my head, causing me to blank as black spots clouded my vision as I slammed against the hardwood flooring with a grunt.

“Well, well, well - look what the cat drug in! Little Y/N, coming to save the day!” Scott’s voice rang through my pounding head as I groaned in agony, turning onto my back as I watched my revolver get picked up, his boot putting heavy pressure on my chest.

“You should’ve stayed in Kansas, Lieutenant..”

Part 4 coming soon ;)

#supernatural #gender neutral reader #dean x gender neutral!reader #sibling love #sam x gender neutral!reader #again sibling love #SHIT IS HAPPENING PEOPLEEEE #hope your enjoying this small thing #hannahs first challenge #hannahs challenge #glad to be back #sam #dean #xreader #3/4 #oooh who saw this plot twist coming????#no one? cause i sure as hell didn't

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thebloodlinereigns · 7 years ago

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Love Heals All Wounds

Summary- Roman laid in bed next to his gorgeous wife, Draya, wondering how he could get so lucky to have his best friend and soul mate wrapped up in one. Someone so strong and patient to take on raising their children, practically alone, every day. A beautiful wife and mother that trusted in him when he had nothing to offer her at the moment but had enough faith in him to see the potential he had to be great. He ran his hand over her curves, kissing each imperfection as he went along. His face became buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply. Her scent sent chills through his body making the fine hairs on his body rise as she continued to sleep peacefully. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her in close. She moaned slightly in her sleep before turning around and placing her head on his chest. She was lulled back to sleep by the beating of his heart. He kissed her forehead as he whispered,”I love you, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and appreciate you.” He stroked her hair back and kissed her lips as his hands gently lifted her chin up. His hands slid down her hips and rested on her ass. He continued to lay awake, dreading having to leave his family yet again. The time trickled by as he watched the fan turn quickly. He thought back to how their relationship first started as he struggled to fall asleep.

Roman gathered his luggage from the trunk of the SUV that he had rented with his cousins, Jey and Jimmy. It was the best of both worlds, traveling to see the world one wrestling show at a time while hanging out with his family.

”Say, man, Y'all need to get to wake up! We're here now, I'm not carrying yall heavy ass luggage into the arena. I will leave Y'all and this stuff in this hot ass SUV!” Roman said as he finished gathering his things. He hadn't realized that Jey and Jimmy were still in the SUV sleeping until he took off his headphones and heard the snoring from the backseat. Roman slammed the door shut once he didn't hear a response from the sleeping beauties. The two jolted awake upon hearing the door make an impact with the door jam.

”YO, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Jimmy snapped at Roman as he wiped his red eyes, his face showed the evidence of how well rested he now was. The imprints on his face from the neck pillow still fresh.

Jey woke up and replied, ”Yeah uce, you could have just told us, man. All the other stuff ain't necessary man.”

Roman snickered to himself, ”Well, I did and Y'all ain't move so I had to do what I had to do to avoid going to jail cause Y'all dead from heat stroke. Now come on let's go! We have a show to do.” The twins begrudgingly got out the SUV mumbling to themselves about Roman’s rude antics.

”We wouldn't have done you like that!” Jimmy replied as the trio collectively stopped before bursting out in laughter.

”Yall know damn well that's a lie!” Roman managed to say between laughs. ”Aight, aight! You right uce.” Jimmy replied after getting his belly full of laughs.

The twins came around to the back after stretching out their limbs after the long car ride. ”Say, Roman, have you seen that new trainer? She started a few weeks ago. Man, shorty is killing the game! She's like this tall and her body is out of sight! What Bruno say in that song 37-27-42, she could definitely squeeze all of that in my coupe! You feel me!” Jimmy said as he laughed while rubbing his hands together.

Jey replied, ”You had to say all that just to say she fine? You just nasty!” he said as he shook his head at his brother.

”Man, whatever! She dope though with long flowing curly hair, cute little accent with the most beautiful eyes. Now you know I'm with Naomi and everything but if I c-... Dog! L-look, look her she come. She bout to pass through.”

Roman looked up just as she came into his view. It seems as time stood still and no one else was around him but her. She had big juicy, dark brown ringlets with hints of red highlights. Her smooth sun-kissed skin glowed as she took each step. Her simple white, form-fitting crop top paired with her distressed shorts was all she needed to accent her flawless shape. Her toned legs shook slightly with each step. His face turned a bright red hue as he watched most beautiful woman he had ever seen before in his life walk by. He felt his heart quicken in pace and sweat trickle down his face. ”Damn, he wasn't lying. Wait, dammit she can see me all flushed and bothered.” He thought to himself as he reached for his sunglasses before he realized they were still in the console up front. Roman quickly, yet calmly, went up to the front and grabbed his sunglasses.

”You alright over there uce? You seem flushed.” Jey said as he saw Roman’s reaction to her.

”Nah, that's that trainer thirst,” Jimmy said as he snickered. ”Heeeeeey! Come on over, I have someone I want you to meet.” Jimmy said as he motioned for her to come over.

“What are you doing?” Roman said through his teeth after he put his sunglasses on. “We need to go inside and now you have her- on second thought, this is worth it.”

Jimmy caught her attention causing her to change directions and head towards them. She looked at Jimmy and Jey with excitement as she didn't know many people here yet. It was always good to see familiar faces. She had met them at a live show but hadn't met the third man before. She looked on as she walked closer, squinting behind her sunglasses. The man ducked behind the SUV before she could catch a glimpse of his face but when he re-emerged, she saw his trademark tattoo and knew it could only be one man. His hair was pulled back into a smooth bun with freshly trimmed sides. His beard was full and thick this time, very different from his usual look. His large biceps glistened in the sunlight as he stood talking to the twins. His snug tank left little to the imagination as the outline of his muscles peeked through. She had had a crush on this man ever since he had emerged on the FCW scene as Leakee. She tried to keep her cool, her inner fan girl was losing its mind, as she finally made it over to them.

”Hey, guys! How are y'all doing? Are Y'all ready for the show tonight?” she said as she finally made it over to them.

Jimmy responded, ”Hell yeah, we are gonna snag that dub tonight and show the world just how we get down. We at home tonight and getting mad love from the hometown crowd. Pops out there with the rest of the bloodline, big uce over here gonna snag his own dub, we're taking over NXT. They ain't ready for us. Oh, where are my manners? This is my cousin, Roman. Don't mind him, he ain't really got many people skills. That's why they always make him ride solo. He has been that way since we were kids, Roman speak up man!”

Roman stood there silently, admiring the beauty of the woman in front of him. He was enamored by her and didn't even know her name yet. ”Sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Roman, can I get yours?” he said confidently as he tried to compensate for his silence.

”Its okay. Silence speaks volumes at times. My name is Draya. I'm a new trainer here. I have seen a few of your matches and I must admit I was very impressed. You have a really sick finisher. It's one of my favorites.” Draya said through a large smile.

”Oh really?” Roman said as his eyebrows lifted in surprise and his lips formed a sincere smile. ”The moment of silence? That was something I added for fun. I thought it was a cool way to end the match with impact. Hmmm, do you have any other suggestions that you would like to add? I'd love your input.” Roman said as he looked down at her in deep thought. He didn't want to stop talking to her but he needed an idea to snag this one before someone else did.

”Yes, the moment of silence! It's my favorite finisher by my favorite superstar!” Draya said with a whimsical wink. ”I honestly have loved watching your career unfold in FCW and can't wait to see what you have in store. I'll definitely be watching closely.” She said as she bit her lower lip before breaking into a large smile.

The twins eyes widened as they looked between the two. They looked at each other before looking at Roman with a suggestive smirk. Jey whispered to Jimmy, ”Oh shit, look at Roman getting his little mack on with the trainer. Come on big uce, you better make ya move man!” Jimmy looks back at Jey, ” the charisma flows through our veins man, he bout to hook line and sink that shit! Get her!!!” he whispered as the two continued to look on.

”Dr-Draya? Can we get a bite to eat sometime if your not too busy, maybe?” Roman stammered over his words as he looked at Draya’s soft eyes somewhat visible through her large sunglasses.

“You know, I just go-“ she started before she had a moment to think. She thought to herself, “THIS IS ROMAN FREAKING REIGNS!!!! If you don’t say yes!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” Her inner voice screamed out as she rethought her response. “I would love to. Here take my number down and let me know when’s a good time to meet up.” She said as her full lips curled up into a smile.

“It’s oka- wait really? Hold that thought,” he said as he looked for his phone in his luggage. He rummaged through several pockets in his luggage before he remembered where he had left his phone. He reached down into his short pockets and pulled it out. “Now, where were we?” He said with a charming smile. She continued giving him her number and he entered it into his phone.

”Draya! Hurry up, we need to get the trainer's room stocked up for the show. there's a segment in there we have to prepare for!” one of the producers called out to her.

”I'm sorry, I have to leave but definitely hit me up and let me know when you want to hang out.” Draya said as she turned to head towards the arena.

”I definitely plan on it, ah yes sir!” Draya laughed at his cute gesture and headed towards the arena to the trainer's room as Roman’s eyes stayed fixed on her until she was out of sight.

He looked down at his phone as they all stood silent. ”Real smooth there cuz, Dr-Draya can we go out to eat maybe?” Jimmy said in a mocking tone. Jey burst out in laughter as they continued to mock Roman’s mannerisms around Draya.

”Look, it worked. I got her number. Wait, how do Y'all know her? Where was I when- why Y'all just telling me about her?! We could have been talking!” Roman said in an astonished tone.

”Man, trust us it was a process. We had to scope her out for a little bit, make sure she would get the stamp of approval! You know how your mom is sometimes. She used to cheer with Naomi in Orlando. They grew up together and when she took the job here, she reached out to Naomi. Draya let it be known that she was ready to meet some new people. Naomi actually had the idea for us to introduce y'all. We all hung out together a few weeks ago and we told her about you. Naomi told her all about you and pressure me into setting this whole little thing up. Don't worry, Draya is a good girl. Y'all probably end up together soon. You one of those faithful, romantic types. She like that shit.” Jimmy said confidently. ”Come on, before they on our ass for being late,” Jimmy continued as he tossed Jey his bags before picking up his own. Roman shook his head and put his headphones in before grabbing his own bags. He locked the SUV behind them and set the alarm before they headed off into the arena.

The guys entered the arena as a small crowd had already begun to form to get pictures of talent before the show. They waved to the fans and took a few pictures before heading back to the locker room. The trio went to the locker room to drop off their stuff before heading out to catering.

” I don't know about y'all, but I'm starving. I can't work under these conditions.” Jimmy said as they turned the corner down the hall from catering.

”I'm hungrier than a locked jaw buzzard out here in these streets,” Jey said as he patted his stomach slightly. Jimmy and Roman paused as looked at him, which in turn made him stop as well.

”What the hell does that even mean?” Roman said with a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know. I’m delirious as hell cause yo ass wouldn’t stop at the Burger King so I could load up on the combo meal. You thought I was sleep. I wasn’t sleep, I was malnourished from starvation. Wasting away cause of your lack of care about my health,” Jey said as he inhaled deeply catching a whiff of the aroma from down the hall. “Whatever they made smells good in here! GOOD LAWD, we have been blessed!” He continued as they approached the catering room.

“I didn’t know you were talking, I had my headphones in to cover the snoring. My bad bro. Now, let’s eat.” Roman said with a laugh as he tried to hide the fact that he just didn’t feel like busting the u-turn for the Burger King.

They picked up plates and silverware at the beginning of the buffet. They piled their plates to their heart's content before placing their stacked plates on the table and getting drinks. Roman walked back to the table with empty eyes as his mind wandered elsewhere. He thought back to seeing Draya and couldn’t help but think about the possibility of them being together. The feelings he felt upon meeting Draya we're different from the feelings he had ever had for anyone else. He started eating his food as he toyed with the idea again. ”What if meeting Draya was a sign of better things to come but what if it all went down like the last time that I thought it was love? I mean, I did just meet her but the chemistry feels insane. She's been watching me since FCW. What if she's just another groupie using her job as a dating pool. Nope, she doesn't give off that vibe. Naomi wouldn't recommend that we talk if she was like that. I'm sure Jimmy probably mentioned Lisa to her by now. Everyone brings up Lisa. That was a big mistake but am I truly ready to date again? I'm over thinking this way too much. It's just a date. Wait, is this even a date? What did she say when I asked her that the first time? Damn, too much time has passed, I don't remember what she said.” He thought to himself as he continued to eat.

He was silently lost in his own mind when he saw Jimmy's hand reach in front of him and heard a loud snap.

”What the f- what the hell is wrong with you?” Roman eyes narrowed as he looked at Jimmy sternly.

”Uh huh, over there so lost in thought you didn't even hear this man call your name. That girl got you sprung before the first date. Man, he trying to tell you what's happening in your match tonight.” Jimmy said before he continued to chow down on the tasty grub alongside Jey. Roman stood up and wiped his mouth with his napkin as he swallowed the last bit of food.

”Reach over here again and I'm kicking your ass, how about that?” Roman said as he sternly looked at Jimmy. ”I'm serious about my food man.” He said as he walked backward towards the producer.

”Ro, why you gotta be so serious all the damn time? You the one over there in la la land I'm trying to help you out!” Jimmy said with a large smile in between bites.

Roman held up two fingers up to his eyes then back to where he had left his plate. He mouthed," I will fuck you up!" as he turned back around to meet with the producer.

" Okay Roman, your match is closing us out, we need you to be ready because its gonna be a good one. You're gonna face The Miz. It will set the tone for the rest of the program that we have in store for you two. Your matches have been stellar so far so keep up the good work. There will be an interview for you to address what Miz said at an event. You state what you feel then there’s a break. Your match will be after the Usos," the producer said as he gently tapped Roman's arm.

Roman nodded as he said,"thanks for the heads up". He smiled to himself before heading back to the table to finish his food.

Jey and Jimmy looked up as Jey asked,"what was that about uce?" "Oh, just who my opponent is tonight, that's all. I'm facing The Miz and they wanted to set up a long feud between us. I’m doing an interview to hype it up. The usual. It's all good.” He said before he continued eating his meal.

Once the boys finished up, they headed to the locker room area as the time for the show drew near. The brothers went to go play a quick game of NBA2K. Meanwhile, Roman had just finished up his shower to freshen up after the drive. He had his music playing as he wrapped a towel around his waist. His hair was still dripping as he let it hang down to dry a little bit. He went over to his bag to look for his NXT T-shirt and wrestling gear. As he searched his bag, his mind ventured out on its own journey. He couldn’t decide if it was too early to text Draya, given the fact that they just met today but at the same time he was excited to find out more about her. She sparked an interest that he couldn’t ignore. On the other hand, being too eager would drive her away. He contemplated reaching out repeatedly with no definite decision. He wrote grabbed his phone numerous times and typed the message out several times before deleting it in fear of her reaction. The indecisiveness was eating at him in the hours since they had seen her. This was completely throwing Roman for a loop. How do you let go of past hurt and embrace even a remote chance at happiness? A heart hardened by past abuse is harder to open. His palms started to sweat as he held the phone in his hands, trying to gain the courage to text her.

Roman: Maybe if you aren't busy after the show, we can go grab a bite to eat at Nick’s Boathouse?

He looked down at the phone in his hands and watched cursor blink as he finally mustered up the courage to ask Draya out. He tossed the phone to the side to distract himself from waiting hopelessly for a reply. Roman continued looking in his bag before he pulled out an NXT t-shirt out of his bag with black wrestling tights. He placed the shirt over his now mildly damp hair before pulling it down over his body. He slipped on his underwear before sliding on the tights. He pulled on his knee pads before putting on his socks as his phone vibrated. His eyes widened as he rushed over to see who it was, just as the Usos walked in. Roman froze as he realized they had entered. He looked at them as they stared him down.

“What did you do?” Jey asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, why you standing over there like that? You look like you just got caught stealing out the cookie jar. Speaking of delicious treats did you text her yet?” Jimmy asked as he walked in.

”Uh, yeah I did. She just answered.” Roman said as his head hung down looking at his lock screen.

”What did she say that got you looking like somebody stole your lollipop?” Jey asked with a slight grin.

Draya: Sounds great! I can meet you after the show and we can ride over! So glad to hear from you! Good luck tonight.

He read the message quietly to himself again before he smiled shyly. He sat down to lace his boots up as he nodded his head in approval.

”Oh shit! The real Roman is back baby. That's that smile that's been missing for so long. Man, you in there! I knew she was digging you! So what you got planned for Miss Sweet Thang?” Jey asked as he leaned all his weight on Roman’s back playfully.

”You gotta go all out! The whole nines for the one who’s finer than all the finest wine!” Jimmy said with a loud laugh. “Ya feel me dog, you gotta be real with that one cause I know some out there just waiting in line.”

“Alright, alright! I got an idea but I’m not telling you or you cause y’all gonna mess it up. Just know, I got it under control.” Roman said with a confident nod. “Ah, yessir! It is in the bag baby! I’m coming strong with this one.” He smiled proudly as he sent a message back to confirm the date.

Roman: I’ll see you then! Can’t wait! Thank you so much for the well wishes!

He texted before tossing his phone back into his bag. He dabbed up his cousins before heading to the backstage area to go watch a little bit of the show.

Draya received Roman’s message and instantly checked it from her Apple watch screen since the show had already started. She desperately tried to contain the excitement as she watched the show from the training room. Draya heard a soft knock but before she could answer, Naomi entered. Naomi’s smile was big and bright as the Glow Queen immediately came over and hugged Draya.

”I heard that someone has a date with a certain someone else thanks to her best friend in the world. Now I wonder, who could it be behind this match made in heaven?” Naomi said playfully as she pulled away from the hug.

Draya bashfully replied, ”Shhh, keep it down! I don't want anyone to know yet. I'm still in disbelief myself! What should I wear? Oh my goodness, he looked amazing in just a basic outfit. I was so lost in those big brown eyes and that smooth skin. His chiseled good looks, mmmm! Thank you for setting up the introduction. I know this seems psycho but I think he's the one that's going to change my life. Something about us being around each other just felt right. You know how I can get sometimes.” Draya said with a hopeful smirk.

”Well, you know he's family and I'll only hook you up with the best. I've known you since our days playing hopscotch outside your grandmother’s house. You know I had to hook it up. Some little birdies told me he is just as excited as you are. I hope tonight goes well. You better tell me about it too girl, I'll be up! Be safe and enjoy the show ma!” Naomi walked away still smiling over how well her first stint as a matchmaker was going.

The show was going smoothly so far as Roman watched in the backstage area. Josh appeared next to him.

”Are you ready to shoot the interview?” he asked as the crew came close around them.

”Yeah, let's do it,” Roman said as he stood with his hands on his hips. He pushed his hair back as he looked down thoughtfully.

”Cameras rolling, let's go!” the cameraman said.

A clip from an interview that Miz shot during a promotional event plays as the two stand there. In the clip, an audience member asks The Miz what he thought about some of the other wrestlers in the locker room.

“You know that’s an interesting question, I have the perfect example of a non- talented overrated muscle-bound freak that steals attention from much more deserving superstars because he fits the mold that people see as successful in this company. See, the people in charge love to push guys that have a certain look that satisfies whatever sick fantasy that they have in there head. Roman Reigns fits that mold. He’s another corporate creation being pushed for his good looks and ability to turn on female audience members to move merchandise. He has a limited skill set and an even more limited ability to speak. He hasn’t done anything in his career as of yet that I am impressed by. As far as I am concerned, he’s not worthy to be in the same conversation as me, let alone share the same ring with me. I give it a year tops. A year before he is scrapped and jobbing to local competitors or back in Pensacola working some minimal wage job wrestling on the weekends in some high school gym. This is NXT, a branch of one of the most well known wrestling companies in the world. This isn’t for pretty boys. This is for guys who have made their lives revolve around wrestling. I didn’t become a wrestler on a whim because I had nothing else going for myself and called up some of daddy’s buddies to get me a job. No! This has been my life. I dare him to enter the ring with me and we see who emerges victorious! You can bet your ass it will be ME, CAUSE IM THS MIZ AND IM AWE-SOME, ” he said as he casually tossed the mic to the side before exiting the stage.

The clip ends as the Roman appears on screen with Josh Matthews. Josh begins, ”Based on what we just saw in that clip, it's clear that The Miz has a problem with you. What do you think brought this on?”

Roman replied as Josh tilted the mic towards his mouth. ”Yeah, I guess you can say he does. I think it stems from insecurity. I came through FCW and killed it there. It's now NXT and there is still a buzz around me because of my dominance there. The Miz came through a different path and is one of the more experienced competitors. Facing The Miz tonight will have its degree of challenges much like any other match. He is a high caliber athlete and I am by no means intimidated. Miz has made the grave mistake of making this matter personal by mentioning my family. I'm not a carbon copy of anyone. I make my own path to greatness and if that means I have to go through The Miz to get where I need to be then so be it. However, if you have something to say to me Miz, you make damn sure you can back it up in the ring. I don't tend to beat around the bush, handle your problems one on one in the ring instead of hiding behind a camera for social media attention.”

Josh looked back at the camera awkwardly as the animosity was made evident.

Roman suddenly drops down cradling his knee as The Miz stands tall over him after a malicious cheap shot targeting the back of Roman’s knee with a steel pipe. He continued to strike Roman’s knee with the pipe as Roman writhed in pain. Roman took slow deep breaths to ease the pain. The pain radiated up his leg with each movement. He desperately tried to make it to his feet using the stage equipment for support. He planted his left leg firmly as he, gingerly, tried to place little weight on his right leg. Even touching the tip of his boot to the ground was too much for him to bear at the moment. This strategic movement provided the perfect opportunity for Miz to knock Roman back down with a vicious shoulder block to the knee from behind. The Miz carefully watched as he continued his methodical attack.

Roman screamed out, ”Aaaah G- Aaah, man!”

The Miz looked down at his handy work before picking up Roman’s legs and spreading them apart. He stood between each leg and began stomping Roman’s midsection, driving the air out from Roman’s lungs. He coughed violently and breathed heavily as Miz delivered another devastating blow. Roman acted on instinct and started punching at The Miz’s legs trying to break free. This angered The Miz more as he bent Roman’s right knee around his own leg and placed Roman’s left leg behind it to lock in the Figure Four. The pain forced Roman to sit straight up as he roared in pain. He pulled at his own hair as he tried to fight through the pain. He sat up and tried punching at The Miz’s knee to force the break. Just then the Usos rounded the corner and broke out in a sprint towards Roman.

”AWWW, HELL NAW!!!” Jimmy screamed out as he lifted his foot to kick The Miz square in the jaw while Jey pulled Roman away, breaking the hold. The Miz fell back from the impact of Jey’s kick. He scrambled away holding his jaw.

“YOU’RE MINE TONIGHT, I WILL EXPOSE YOU TO THE WORLD AS THE PHONY YOU ARE ROMAN!” Miz yelled from a distance as referees came from no where to force him away from Roman. “Did you see what that psycho did to my face?! Where the hell were you all then?” He said as he pulled away from the referees’ grip.

”MOVE! AHHH, SHIT! GET OFF ME!” Roman screamed out as he jerked away from the referees. “DON’T TOUCH MY LEG, I WI- YOU BETTER NOT!” He said in a low grumble.

The pain coursed through his leg as a result of the brutal hold. The relief from the pressure felt amazing but the help from Jimmy and Jey did nothing for his damaged pride. All he could think about was the embarrassment that he was served at the hands of The Miz, the rest of his family watching this from ringside, and getting his hands on that coward. The Usos surveyed the area as the monitors cut to the replay of the vicious assault.

Just as the replay ended, the fallout showed on screen. ”About damn time Y'all asses show up, if we hadn't of gotten here in time Miz punk ass would still be trying to rip his leg off,” Jimmy snapped at the crew.

Jey looked on with his hands on his hips, ”Yo, Ro! You good man?”

Roman shook his head no as he laid writhing in pain. His face flushed as the sweat poured out.

”Nah, man. It feels pretty bad.” Roman said as he held his knee in anguish. He slowly removed his knee pad to decrease the pain while breathing heavily. A loud groan escaped his lips as he clutched his knee and rolled over to his side.

A trainer rushed to his side to assess the damage. He haphazardly placed his hand on Roman’s knee, thinking it was all a work. Roman withdrew quickly. ”DON’T TOUCH ME,” he screamed sternly. This caught the twins attention as they realized it could have been something more serious.

”Move yo ass out the way, you doing more harm than good! We got him. We'll take him back there.” Jimmy reached out his open hand and grabbed Roman’s arm as Jey did the same on the other side. Roman pulled himself up carefully with the help of his cousins and slowly stood to his feet. He exhaled sharply as he felt the jolt of pain in his knee. The twins threw his each one of his arms around their necks and slowly walked with him to the trainer room.

”Take your time man. We have to make it all the way down this hall. You good or you need a break?” Jey said as he felt Roman slow to a stop. They held him up there as he breathed heavily.

The cameras faded to the commentary team, which consisted of Michael Cole and CM Punk. Michael and Punk looked into the camera with solemn expression.

Michael stated, “Thinking back to what we just saw, you can’t help but wonder will Roman make it to the match scheduled for later tonight after that savage beating at the hands of The Miz. His family joined by his father, Hall of Famer Sika, in the audience. It was truly a despicable act. We will have more on Roman’s status here tonight later in the program.”

Now that the cameras were no longer rolling, Roman begged to go back to the locker room. ”I cannot, I can't... I can't let her see me like this, man. I can go to the locker room and just chill there.” He pleaded as he let go of Jimmy to push his hair back out of his face.

”Man, are you serious right now? You worrying about that right now when you can't even stand on your own?! Bruh, we taking you to the training room. Jimmy, don’t pay this fool no mind. Not going to no damn locker room, you need to get your head checked too. Talking all that nonsense, you are not gonna have Aunt Patti coming after me then I need a hospital room next to you,” Jey continued as he shook his head, “No, Lawd! Not tonight!”

The trio slowly started back up again and made it to the training room as Draya waited anxiously. She had watched the attack and started prepping the exam table for his arrival. Jimmy and Jey entered the room somberly as they took Roman over to the exam table. He held his right leg stiffly as let go of the Usos and leaned on the table. His silence broken by an agonizing groan as he tried to get himself seated on the table. Draya quickly filled a large plastic bag with ice as she hurried to his side. She brought the bag over to the examination table as he carefully lifted his leg up onto the table. He grimaced with clenched teeth as he slid back against the wall.

Draya placed the ice in his knee as she warned him, ”It'll be a small shock then it'll start to numb the pain. Try to keep it still and I'll get something to support it.” She went over to the clear bins and pulled out a soft wedge. She walked back over with the wedge as she spoke to the Usos, ”I need y'all to hold his leg up while I slide this under it. I don't want to torture him by making him do it himself.”

The twins obliged and helped hold his leg up slightly as she placed the wedge. He winced slightly as they lowered it back down to the wedge. She repositioned the ice and proceeded to untie the laces on his boot. Once she slid the boot off, Draya carefully slid off his knee pad. He let out an unexpected groan that startled her.

”I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. That just felt really good to get that off.” Roman said with a slight chuckle.

”I figured it would. It's definitely swollen up pretty bad. You really took a beating,” she said with a concerned look. ”Is it okay if I touch it?”She asked as Roman nodded. She gently palpated his knee as she continued to assess the damage. He tensed up slightly as she touched the most tender spots. Once she reached the source of the pain, he groaned loudly through clenched teeth. She looked up at his face, now contorted with agony. He struck the table with his fist to keep from making another loud outburst.

Draya looked into his anger filled eyes as she began,”Roman, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you wrestle The Miz until you have this checked out. From what I can tell, it can be something serious. It’s swollen, you can’t really put much weight on it, the possibilities are endless for what it could be. How about you rest here and think things over before going through with the match? Once you make a decision, I can tape it up for you.” She said as her eyebrows raised slightly with concern.

“Okay,” he said with a heavy sigh. He ran his hands down his face as he dropped his head back against the wall. “I’ll trust your opinion,” he said quietly. He ran his hands back through his hair as his cousins looked on.

“Aight, we are gonna be back, uce. We have our match out next, I’ll let Aunt Patti and Unc know what’s up. You’re in good hands so I trust you’ll be aight,”Jimmy said with a wink.

“Yeah, man! Listen to her and we go get this dub. You still have an ass kicking to dish out to The Miz for this bullshit!” Jey said as he dabbed up Roman.

“Alright, I’ll see y’all,”Roman replied before looking back at Draya.

Once the twins left, silence filled the room. Roman closed his eyes briefly to let the ice work it’s magic. Draya prepared a heat pack before sitting down next to Roman. He heard the chair squeak a little and opened his eyes. He looked at her beautiful face and thought to himself,”you’re wasting your chance! Say something!” He nodded reassuringly and decided to listen to his gut.

“Hey, I know this should probably be the furthest thing from my mind but with so many questions about tonight, as far as me wrestling and what this injury is, I would love to hear a little about you. I mean, if you’d like to share. I’m not going anywhere for a while,”he said with a weak smile.

Draya looked at him and smiled meekly. “I guess that’s a good way to fill the time. Where should I start?” She said as she looked around in search of an idea. “Well, I am a former dance team captain for the Orlando Magic and Naomi was one of my best friends growing up. We worked together for about 3 years and I used the money I made there to put myself through school for athletic training. I worked alongside the Magic’s trainers during school to get my credits. Once I graduated, Naomi called me up and told me about the opening here, knowing how much of a wrestling fan I am. She thought it was perfect. She was definitely right. I love it, I get to watch the events and interact with you guys. I never thought my career would bring me here but I’m glad it did.” She laughed a little as she bit her lower lip before she looked back at Roman and commented,”Okay, Mr. Powerhouse, spill it. Tell me the juicy deets.”

Roman’s eyes opened wide,” Juicy deets? Uh, let’s see. Well, I’m 24 also. I kind of grew up around the business but never saw myself becoming a wrestler. I thought I could just go off to college and graduate then find a job at some big financial corporation. You know, one of those fancy Wall Street dudes. Instead, I found a job as an intern for a small local bank here in Pensacola. It started off great but the more I worked the less satisfied I felt. I was sinking financially and emotionally. It was a lot going on and I turned to wrestling as my escape. I took it on as a hobby until the old man told me that I needed to make a choice, and I chose to pursue wrestling wholeheartedly. That led me to trying out for FCW and now NXT. I feel genuinely happy after all the hell it took to light that fire under my ass. It was some other factors in there as well but those are stories for a later time.” He said with a slight chuckle as he look back at her, now relaxed, face before he continued. “You know, I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for right now but I am glad that we are talking. There’s something about you that intrigued me.” He said as he lifted his hand to his beard pensively.

Draya’s eyes widened as she laughed at his comment,”Y’know I get that a lot, I really do! To answer your question, I feel like I’m ready to date again. I put that on the back burner to focus on my career and now that I have my dream job, I’m ready to share this journey with someone else. Now, it’s my turn to ask what are you looking for?” She asked boldly.

“Wooo, it’s a little hot, do these tables come with heated seats,” he asked jokingly in response to her serious tone. “Before getting into wrestling and all this stuff, I was in a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart. Lisa, was the woman I had envisioned sharing the rest of my life with. Honestly, I never saw myself doing anything without her. We just seemed to go through a rough patch after graduating college and never recovered from it. I spiraled out of control not being able to work through the pain. I became an asshole, I’ll admit it. I didn’t care about anything or anyone after going through that relationship. I just wanted the hurt to go away, which led me to work out constantly and study moves in the ring. I got in front of the crowd to wrestle and all of that melted away. The anger and pain is gone. I am open to finding someone else now. I realize that it just wasn’t meant to be. I accepted that fact, now I’m deciding to let it go to make room for something else to grow.” Draya looked up, blown away by the maturity of his words and the conviction in his eyes.

Roman shifted slightly, wincing as he struggled to get comfortable. Draya removed the now melted ice pack and replaced it with a heat pack to relax the pain away. “How does that feel?”she asked sweetly.

“It’s still pretty tender, I think I should be able to make it through tonight. What do you think,”he asked with a small bit of hope in his voice.

“We can test it out by having you stand on it a little bit. In my opinion, I think you should take it easy. But, knowing how bad you most likely want to get some revenge on The Miz in your hometown, I can clear you for the match. I will tape it pretty heavily though and place the knee pad over it.”

He nodded as he thought over the options she listed. “I’ll get up, are you sure that you can handle it alone? I can wait for those two knuckleheads to come back.” He replied in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, I got you.” She said as she held out her hand for him to take.

He grabbed her hand and pulled himself up to a fully seated position. He carefully lifted his leg off the wedge and shifted his weight so his legs dangled off the side. He took her hand again to help him push off the exam table as he planted his left foot on the ground. He stood up and placed his right foot on the ground with limited weight on it. He grimaced slightly but as soon as Draya looked up, he laughed nervously.

“I’m fine, I’m good.” He said as he pounded his chest a little bit.

Draya drew closer in case he needed more support than he was willing to admit. He smiled as he felt the warmth of her body brush past his. “How do you feel on your feet?” She asked before letting go gradually. He shifted his weight and tried to walk a small distance. He had a very noticeable limp and was definitely walking slower than normal.

“I think I’ll be okay for tonight. I know it’ll be a huge bullseye but I’ll work smart.” He said confidently.

“Aight, I’ll tape it up then. Here sit on the table again.” She said as she patted the spot.

He leaned and scooted back on the table enough for her to start wrapping his knee. Draya bent down to one knee as she carefully began to wrap the knee with white athletic tape until it ran out. She secured the tape before she grabbed his knee pad to slide over her handy work.

“Okay, this is gonna be extremely uncomfortable while I put this on. Let me know if you need a break.” She looked up at him for confirmation before starting.

“Trust me, I’ll be fine!” He said with a confident smirk, trying to mask the nervousness he felt on the inside. She started to slide it up, taking her time as she approached the most tender spots. He groaned slightly in discomfort as she managed to get it into place.

“Thank you so much!” He said with a sharp exhale as she stood back up. He stood back up and Draya quickly offered herself as support. His knee gave a little as she stood next to him. He grabbed her instinctively, bringing her closer. The two stood closely looking into each other’s eyes longingly unable to pull away. The connection between them was stronger than they both were ready for. It was as if their souls remembered meeting each other in another life. The energy filled the room with warmth as they continued to stand there.

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justsomebucky · 8 years ago

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Finding Closure (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of bad home life, family issues, revisiting childhood home, excessive Bucky adorableness, drinking, dumb decisions on both sides

A/N: I just needed to post this. Part four of my entry for @tatortot2701‘s AU challenge. I know it’s probably annoying, and it doesn’t get anyone anywhere, but who’s rational when it comes to this stuff anyway? PS - the song is “My Girl” by the Temptations. I hc that Bucky’s uncle used to listen to oldies in the garage.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

If someone would have told you when you first got back to this town that you’d be sharing a pizza with your ex-boyfriend, you probably would have asked what kind of drugs they were on.

You stared from the doorway of his tiny office, the pizza box in your hands, while Bucky cleared off his desk. He shifted some paperwork and motioned for you to set the food down.

“Come on in. I won’t bite.”

“You never know.” Your eyes widened as the comeback slipped from your mouth. “Sorry, that’s like my auto-response when someone says that to me. It’s…I’m-“

“Funny.”

Bucky opened the pizza box and you each grabbed a slice, chewing silently for at least half a minute. He must have been uncomfortable too, because he kept shifting in his office chair.

“Thanks, by the way. For the pizza.”

“Thanks for fixing the stupid rental car,” you told him. “How much do I owe you, by the way?”

“Don’t worry about it, Do-”

He almost used his pet name for you.

You pretended not to notice.

“Don’t worry about it,” he repeated softly.

Yeah, no way were you about to owe him anything. “I’m gonna leave money, so you might as well tell me how much.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “I can see you’re still stubborn as ever.”

“And I can see you still have a hero complex,” you countered, tossing the pizza crust into the garbage bin near the door.

“Why can’t you just let me do this one thing for you?” He wiped a hand down his face, setting his half-eaten slice back in the box. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is, Bucky. It’s always a big deal. It always seems that way, anyways.” You saw an opportunity and decided to take it. “Why did you get so mad yesterday?”

Bucky’s blue eyes met yours evenly, his expression blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh come on,” you exclaimed. “’I’m out of here,’ that’s what you said right to my face. Why? Can’t stand the sight of me?”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m simply asking. You’ve done a total one-eighty here.”

He leaned forward, now beginning to show a little of that anger again. “You know what it was? I can’t believe you came back, for him.”

“What does it matter to you why I’m here?”

“He made you miserable, Y/N! Why would you care to be so kind to him now? He’s gone and you should be thrilled.”

You recoiled at his statement. “He’s still my father, Bucky, whether he was an asshole or not. Yeah, some people have it worse and they definitely have every right to take off and never come back, but…”

Should you tell him the truth? It’s not like you’d see him after this little stint in your hometown, anyway.

“But maybe he was right about me. Maybe-“

“He was never right about you! Dammit, Y/N!” Bucky stood, slamming his hands on the desk in front of him and causing you to jump back a little. He turned around, running both hands over his hair in frustration.

The sight of his posture, the feel of his angry energy over your father - it took you back to the first day Bucky knew it was really bad at home.

“Come on,” Bucky whispered, giving you a sly grin as his hands moved further down your body. “Let’s just sneak up to your bedroom. He won’t even notice.”

“No,” you repeated for the third time. “Please, can’t we just go somewhere until he passes out?”

“Are you hiding our relationship?” His blue eyes clouded over at the thought. “I’m so beneath you that he wouldn’t even want to meet me?”

“It’s not that at all, I promise.” You reached for his face, cupping his cheeks gently, pleading with him to understand. “I don’t want to be there. He’s- Bucky, he’s so mean, you know? He’s a mean drunk. He spouts off all the reasons why I should never have been born…”

This time you saw a spark of anger in his beautiful eyes. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he looked away from you. “Does he hurt you?”

“No, it’s not like that, I just…” You sighed. “Please, don’t make me go home yet.”

He looked back to you with a nod. “I won’t. We’ll find someplace to go tonight and…I promise, Y/N, someday…”

“It’s over, anyways,” you added quietly, eyes dropping to the floor. “He’s gone, for good now. I’ve sold the house. I won’t have to be back here anymore.”

Bucky turned back around then, and you lifted your gaze to meet his. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you for a beat, but his eyes were so stormy you could tell he was warring with himself on what to say next.

In the end, he just sat back down and picked his pizza back up to continue eating.

You weren’t sure what to say now. Awkward conversation wasn’t exactly your strong point. “So, um…how have you been? This place looks amazing.”

He gave you a look. “An auto shop looks amazing to you? Since when?”

“Since now,” you informed him. “God, take a compliment, Bucky.”

“Stop the small talk then, Y/N.”

“All right,” you said, standing up and brushing your hands off before reaching for your bag. You dug inside and pulled out forty bucks, leaving it on his desk. “Thanks again. See you.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You stopped in the doorway of his office, shifting your bag on your shoulder uncomfortably. Why did you bother to ask him to spend time with you? What were you thinking? Reluctantly, you turned back around to face him.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky moved to stand in front of you, throwing his hands up in frustration. “I never expected to see you back here.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“You’re not, I- can we not for a minute?” Bucky’s eyes softened.

Guilt washed over you. “You’re right. I’m sorry, too.”

He gave you another nod, but didn’t say anything else.

And of course you had to open your mouth again. “I’m glad this place is doing so well, since you chose it over me.”

Bucky’s mouth fell open.

“I know it wasn’t like that,” you continued. “I know it. But that’s how it felt at the time, and that’s how it still sort of feels, as irrational as that is. I know it’s not fair to you, I’m just…I’m throwing it out there.”

“All right,” he nodded. “Well your need to spend my whole life savings on a tiny apartment in New York wasn’t exactly feasible, Y/N, was it? You knew that I meant a real house, one we could settle down in.”

“And you knew I had to get away from my father, Bucky! You even said it not five minutes ago!”

“We didn’t have to live in this town,” he reasoned, his tone growing louder. “I would have moved away with you, Y/N, if you would have given me the chance!”

“Would it have been enough?” You shook your head sadly. “You would have moved to the next town over, Buck, but not far enough.”

The two of you contemplated that for a moment, looking anywhere but each other.

“I never expected us to end up like this,” he said finally, staring at the door frame beside your head. “I thought we’d be married by now, maybe planning vacations or trying for a kid.”

You let out a chuckle, blinking fast. “It sounds nice in theory, doesn’t it?”

“I heard you finished your degree early.”

“Summer classes,” you supplied meekly. “There was a, uh, company in New York that wanted me to start working for them, so they paid for some of my tuition.”

Bucky nodded, glancing back at you. “That’s great. I’m happy for you.”

“And I’m happy for you, too. You’re doing really well for yourself.”

“Dammit,” he groaned. “Let’s say anything but polite small talk.”

You racked your brain for a second. “Thanks for cleaning my room. I might need that key back, though, since the house has been sold.”

He looked startled. “Your room? You mean back at the house?”

“Yeah, Bucky, I know it was you.”

“I don’t have the key anymore.”

At least he didn’t bother denying it.

“Where is it?”

“I threw it in the lake beside the school,” he said, chuckling. “Didn’t need it anymore, right?”

“Nice.” You leaned against the frame, shifting your weight to your other foot. “And my room?”

“It was messy. I was trying to find you that day I heard about your dad, but…”

But you had been long gone probably, by the time the news would have reached his ears. You merely nodded in understanding. After all, why would you have told him?

“Thanks for not reading my letter, by the way,” he added.

“I was an angry teenager, what did you expect?”

That made his mouth lift a little.

Your phone rang out from inside your bag, and you gave Bucky an apologetic look before reaching for it. “It’s my friend Darcy, I’m sorry.”

“No problem. I don’t want to be on her bad side again.”

You laughed, then hit answer. “Yes, Darcy?”

“Where the hell are you right now?”

“I had some car trouble. The check engine light was on and-“

“Are you with Bucky right now?”

“I can hear her, that’s how loud she is,” Bucky mentioned, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked amused.

Those damn giant muscles of his distracted you from answering her for a second. “Yes, Darcy. Bucky owns a garage, remember? And no, there aren’t any others nearby. This town is lucky to have even one.”

“Are you about done then? You ditched me all day. We should go back to Steve’s!”

“That’s a great idea,” Bucky agreed, turning to grab his jacket. “Let’s do that.”

“I hate you,” you hissed to Darcy. “Why did you suggest this?”

“Because it was super fun, and there’s nowhere else to go, and you need to relax, peaches.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you. “And I wanted to remind you that we’re leaving soon. I don’t think that it’s a wise idea to….you know.”

“No!” You made a face at her. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do!” Darcy nudged your arm then lifted her chin slightly in Bucky’s direction. “Don’t do that.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” you muttered, taking a sip from your drink. “Or anyone.”

“Okay.” Her tone was sarcastic. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Okay, well, Steve’s married, so don’t even with him!”

She turned to you, looking offended. “I have not even remotely talked to him yet tonight, thank you very much!” Her eyes flitted to a different guy sitting about three tables over. “That’s the guy I want!”

You squinted, hoping that your eyes were seeing things because of the few drops of alcohol in your system. “You want Ian? Ian Boothby?”

“What’s wrong? He’s cute! And he has an accent!”

“He’s the exchange student from my class, the mean kids called him Toothy Boothby!”

“Whatever, he’s cute, and he has an accent,” she reiterated.

“He never went home? That’s really weird,” you mused, looking up as Steve came back to the table with a beer in his hand. “Steve, why is Ian still here?”

“He got an internship with Sam,” he replied, shrugging one shoulder. “It progressed into a paralegal job. The kid wants to go to law school.”

“And he decided to stay here?”

“Not everyone wants to run for the hills, Y/N.” Steve gave you a knowing look. “Speaking of that, weren’t you leaving today?”

“Slight change of plans,” Darcy answered for you, standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh god, she’s gonna try to hook up with him,” you groaned, smacking your forehead. “I guess I should get comfortable, she won’t be back anytime soon.”

“Knowing Ian, she’ll be back in three minutes or less,” Steve quipped, taking a sip of his beer.

You laughed, right up until Bucky walked over to the table, looking like he was up to no good.

Steve took one look at his friend, then made an excuse to beeline for the bar with a wink in your direction.

“Chasing everyone away again, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his eyes twinkling. He clearly knocked a couple back tonight.

“I think that last one was your fault, Barnes.”

“Maybe. I guess I’ve got the experience.” He looked down at the table.

Shit.

Why couldn’t you just enjoy this time before you went home? You weren’t coming back here, ever. You needed the closure…it was so close you could feel it.

“We both know you didn’t chase me away, Bucky.”

“Didn’t I?” He looked back up at you, the twinkle in his eyes all but gone. “I bought the garage, I- I didn’t include you in anything. I just assumed…”

“And I panicked,” you countered. “I didn’t think about how expensive it could be to get a place in New York for the both of us. I instantly thought of the garage as a chain holding me here.”

These new revelations, ones neither of you had confessed to each other before, were causing the tension from earlier to return.

“We just need to forgive each other,” you told him, setting your drink down. “We need to let go of the hurt.”

“I know.” Bucky sighed, then looked over his shoulder. “Hang on a second. I have an idea.”

“What?” You looked at him in confusion as he got up from the table. “Where are you going?”

“Hang on!”

Bucky weaved his way around the tables over to the jukebox on the side of the wall. You watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, then tapped the screen until he found what he was looking for.

The first notes of the song he used to play for you at the garage rang out over the speakers.

You suddenly found it very hard to breathe.

Bucky was back in front of you, holding a hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”

“Bucky, no one’s dancing!”

He reached for your hand anyway, pulling you up out of your seat to the corner by the music. Your face was heating up; how goddamn embarrassing was this trip for you so far, really?

And what a difference one night made with your ex-boyfriend. He went from raging and ready-to-bolt, to wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close.

“Darcy’s dancing,” Bucky laughed, nodding at your best friend. He spun you around so you could see her forcing Ian to hold her just as close.

More couples joined in, and suddenly you didn’t feel so stupid. You turned back to Bucky in amazement.

The sparkle was back in his blue eyes.

“I’ve got so much honey the bees envy me,” Bucky murmured to you, holding your hand tightly in his as he swayed with you. “I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees.”

“Yeah, you’re a regular Sinatra,” you told him, grinning to try to hide your rising anxiety. “Exactly how many beers did you have? You know that evoking memories isn’t the best way for us to move on, right?”

This song, it was special, he shouldn’t be playing it now.

He shouldn’t be bringing something like this up on a day like today, after you both argued earlier.

He shouldn’t be singing to you and holding you this close after years apart, years of not speaking to each other.

He shouldn’t-

Bucky ignored you and continued to sing softly, clearly not sensing your distress. “Well, I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way?”

“I have to go,” you announced, pulling away from him before he could protest. “Thank you for the dance, and for saving me and my car earlier. I’m sorry. I have to go.”

It was just too much, too soon. You weren’t in high school anymore. So much time had passed, so many things had happened to change you both. You weren’t even sure you knew him that well anymore.

You had to let go.

As you hurried over to the table to grab your bag, you left Darcy to hitch a ride back with Ian. She’d forgive you tomorrow. Steve, too. Maybe Bucky would too, someday.

You bolted out the front door and to the rental car, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone else.

So you ended up back at the house. Of course you did.

It was time to read that goddamn letter.

Maybe then you’d have a little more ammunition for your ‘leave this town and never come back’ campaign.

It was eerie to be back there at night, with everything silent except empty rooms echoing your footsteps. You used your phone to light the way up the stairs and into your bedroom, where you still had a lot of work to do. With the flip of a switch, your room was illuminated, and your eyes did another quick once-over.

Your old bed, for one, would need to be donated. The mattress was probably headed for the dumpster, just because it was old, but the frame was still good. All your furniture was going to be donated, too. It was mismatched, but you were sure it would be of use to someone eventually.

The box of mementos was still sitting where you left it, as was the letter.

You reached for both, setting the box next to you as you sat cross-legged on the bed.

The pictures could wait for now. You wanted to see what he had to say the day of your graduation…the day everything changed for both of you.

You tore open the envelope as carefully as possible, finding a store-bought card tucked inside. The front cover was a graduation cap with the word ‘Congratulations!’ over it. On the inside, there was a neatly folded piece of paper. The card itself just had a generic greeting with Bucky’s named scribbled at the bottom.

The letter, though…

Your hands were trembling slightly as you unfolded it bit by bit. It was an entire page of his sloppy handwriting, signed once again by his name with a smiley face next to it.

Y/N,

I’m sure by now you’ve heard it a hundred times, but congratulations on graduating! I’m so damn proud of you. I always knew you were the best and brightest in this whole town.

I know things have been weird lately, but that’s because I’ve been planning to make a future for us. I hope you don’t mind, I wanted it to be a surprise, and I figured any plan was better than no plan.

My uncle wants to retire and sell his garage. He asked me if I wanted it, and after a long time thinking about it, thinking about us, I said that I did. I’ve saved up enough money to put a down payment on it. The rest I’ve worked out in a loan, which has such a low finance rate I’ll pay it off in a year, or maybe less if I work really hard.

We can use the money I make from this to have a good life. Maybe if it does well, I can sell it for profit, and we can take off for good. It’s what I stuck around for, right?

I know it’s a lot to ask of you to stick around a while longer, but if you’re willing, I’ll give you the whole world. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to start our lives together.

What do you say, Doll?

Yours,

Bucky

You could hardly fight the tears streaming down your cheeks.

He had wanted you. He wanted a future with you.

But he never asked you.

You never told him your vision of the future, either.

This is why teenagers shouldn’t be allowed to make these kinds of decisions on an emotional whim.

You were hurt, humiliated, and so, so exhausted. You fell asleep there, alone in your old room surrounded by all the things you tried to forget, clutching Bucky’s letter to your chest.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Thank you to Bella, Becca, and Rochelle for all your help!

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delicatefury · 7 years ago

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Busy as a bee at the LCS

Not really, but I’ve got a tiny bee hanging out on my iPad and I couldn’t resist. Yeah, this little guy has walked all over the pad. I think my typing is distressing her, but she’s not leaving. I know she can fly, that’s how she got here, but I can’t seem to gently shoo her away. At this rate, I’ll be taking a tiny bee home with me.

Never mind, I got her on my finger and put her on the table and now she’s making her way back... what is so attractive about my laptop? Is it the magnets?

Whatever.

I’m waiting on a call from my (older) sister. She’s probably gonna finance my car loan. Which is fine. I can pay the 20-80 split and my rent. I can pay the title transfer and license fee. I can even cover the three bills standing between me and my next payday. But it’s gonna empty out my savings almost entirely, so I’m gonna see if she’s willing to let me pay part of the split now and just have a really big first payment.

(NOT MY FAULT, btw. I was on track to easily pay the split, and everything else to buy a car. I’d been setting aside money for months. But then two things happened. My uncle died (so I had to miss a week of work for the funeral and things) and my laptop broke (so I had to fork over nearly $1000 for the ipad). I WAS RESPONSIBLE DAMMIT! BUT LIFE.)

I’m starting to really consider moving back home. Like, making plans type stuff. But I have to talk to my resources (i.e. Big sis, dad, and ...ugh, my aunt) about maybe arranging a chance to talk with some local lawyers, people who could be recommendations or who know who’s hiring there and which state’s bar should I sit for first? (Gotta love growing up on a state border.) Just figures that these states do not offer reciprocity to each other or to my current state. If I want to practice in both, I’ll have to sit for both. Ugh.

But I’m, like, excited about the possibility. Weird, huh? I thought that this city could be home, that staying near the people I went to school with, the place that I spent 3 years of my life, that it would help me somehow, but... this city is nice and young and growing, but I’m so homesick. I’m homesick for old French architecture and turn-of-the-last century skyscrapers and long white winters. I’m homesick for local Italian food sold by families who’ve been there for generations and good, cheap, Chinese food by people who just got here and decided the Midwest was the place to go, and German bands and potato pancakes and beer at every event. I’m homesick for unironic Polka dancing and church picnics, and “local artisans” who aren’t rediscovering the craft but are carrying on a family tradition. I’m homesick for farms with pigs and cows and goats and bison and elk and emus (god I love my hometown). I miss plains and waves of grain and a constant south-eastern breeze that never really goes away. And thinking about it, even if it’s a year away... I’m not even sure if I’m gonna go through with it, but I like the idea.

And, wow I got off track. And used up most of my time. Figures. Oh well. The trick is to stay motivated after the walk back. I think if I leave now, and don’t rush, I won’t be tired when I get there.

I am, however, gonna actually cook tonight. I’ve put it off too long. There needs to be pot put to fire. Well, cast iron skillet. Well, maybe not. That thing makes the house... smokey.

Whatever. Leaving now. Wish me luck for my call with my sister. (It’s not gonna stay on topic. I get to be the little sister so rarely, there’s a very good chance of venting and planning and other stuff happening too. Plus stories of the nieces and nephews.)

Gah! Leaving!

#Fury's life #Fury's family #Home is a farm in the middle of nowhere #but it's also the nearby towns #and the nearby city #that is old and big and a little scary #but it's what I know #And I always talked about getting one of the old French houses #and a mortgage there costs less than my rent #So yeah #Lot's of jobs for baby lawyers too #unlike here #:P

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shakeurspeare · 6 years ago

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hi i feel really dumb about dating and it’s making me pretty sad but also I found someone who feels the same and we’re probs gonna drink about it this weekend so that’s nice to look forward to

so like. in middle school my logic was that I feel equally attracted to guys as to girls so obviously I’m bi, right?? bc when i thought about it at the time like I could definitely see myself being close to girls and guys were just this mystery group but like sometimes i got crushes i think so that made the most sense

and then in high school i realized that the reason i’m equally attracted to guys and girls is that i’m actually not attracted to either haha whoops and i haven’t actually wanted to date any specific guys since like early elementary school (and does that really even count???) so i guess I’m ace and homoromantic bc that makes the most sense

so then i get to college and a couple people have asked me out in the past few years but mostly I avoid people who might make a move or like... act differently until I’m positive they don’t wanna ask me out anymore. and that’s fine. I don’t have time to figure out my issues with vulnerability and why the thought of sex freaks me out like nothing else. I have friends and i’m not too lonely and things are fine

but THEN last year i met this guy at band camp. literally within the week i was determined that this kid is gonna be my friend, god dammit. He’s kinda quiet, kinda solemn, but sarcastic and funny and really nice and willing to do a lot for everyone, including strangers and people who have done him wrong. he’s into magic and dnd and overwatch and pro-gaming but he also is very aware of the issues within the communities and he’s very outspoken about all kinds of equality. basically, he’s a funny liberal nerd who has good fashion sense and cares a lot about other people. i’m going off on a tangent because i’m dumb and i don’t give myself many opportunities to gush about him

so we become friends (it’s slow-going, there’s a lot of times that i’m worried he’ll think I’m hitting on him or being creepy, a few times where i feel like i overstepped because i’m an anxious idiot who doesn’t actually know how to pursue a friendship that doesn’t come naturally and he naturally assumes that people don’t strongly want to be his friend) and by the end of the season we’re close enough that we’ve made a group of four to room together for a band trip.

last spring i realized that like... i really wouldn’t mind dating him. it’s just a small thought in the back of my head. the thought of sex still terrifies me, that’s still out of the question, but i like, want to hold his hand and be able to tell him he’s cute and i love when he dorks out and i love that he has all these random history and mechanical knowledge that makes its way into our conversations. but i’m also 1000% down to stay friends, in fact that’s preferable because I don’t know the first thing about being in a relationship, and it took so long to get to being friends that there’s no room in my mind to think that he would want to date. we also talk a lot about his dating life because he’s had some bad relationships in the past and he doesn’t think he’s good at it and it’s something that’s on his mind a lot. but he’s mentioned enough about his dating preferences that i have sincere doubts that he’d like me enough to get over his dislike of dating friends. so we’re fine, and I stop thinking about it

i sublet his apartment from him for the summer and we see each other probably two weeks total out of the summer break; sometimes he comes back to the apartment for events going on, i go to his hometown for a festival, we meet somewhere in the middle to see a dci show. but we’re texting every day, usually something near morning time and a decent conversation in the afternoon/evening and it’ll go into the night when (usually) i fall asleep in the middle of a conversation that i’ll respond to the next morning. rinse, recycle, repeat. i haven’t enjoyed texting someone so frequently, like, ever. near the end of the summer we talk on the phone a couple times, because he’s more stressed about things and he has like an hour and a half commute around the same time that i get out of lab and it’s a lot easier to call than for him to use talk-to-text. it’s nice.

band camp this year was super stressful. we’re both on staff so we spend a lot of the day separately handling things and getting to know people and doing what needs to be done, then we’d get (second) dinner after that and chat. he doesn’t feel like he can fill the previous section leader’s shoes. i’m optimistic and i believe that the staff are rough but manageable. we spend about ten days going to bed at 1 or 2, waking up at 6 or 7, and spending the rest of our time running around and playing music and getting to know 10 new members and welcoming back the other 20 members of the section. it’s tiring; we both got sick during it and tbh i don’t think either of us are 100% over it

i start spending a lot more time at the apartment, even though i have a job at my dorm. at some point i’m pretty sure i was sleeping over 3 or 4 nights a week. i would go a whole weekend without stepping foot in my dorm. we start getting more touchy. it’s small at first, but it gets to the point where we’ll do that hand touching thing that i really like, where we just put our hands together and fiddle with each other’s fingers (i don’t actually know what to call it, it’s just me fiddling and twitching but with the bonus of human contact) or he’ll give me a shoulder rub because i seem stressed. but also sometimes he’ll pull away suddenly or i’ll try to give him a shoulder rub and he’ll make a joke “you know how i feel about being touched” and he’ll move away. and i do know how he feels about being touched: it’s something that, other than some casual touches (a hand on the shoulder, that sort of thing), he only does with someone he’s dating. but also he’s initiating a lot of this, so maybe he’s branching out from that ideology? or maybe he’s interested in me? or maybe he just doesn’t know how to tell me that he’s super uncomfortable with me touching him and he really would like us to go back to not touching??? so i spend a few days stressing that i’m being a mega creep before he starts a convo about it and explains. us being touchy is nice but he feels like he’s trying to have his cake and eat it too because it’s something he’d only do with someone he’s dating and sometimes he does it and it’s like 30% unconscious and that wigs him out

so obviously the answer is that we (essentially) stop touching and that could be that but i’m dumb and i want to double check so i ask if it’s because he doesn’t want us to date and he says yeah, us dating really isn’t in his plan and sorry if that’s hurtful, and i could also leave it there but i’m like, a super masochist and i like being on the same page with people so i tell him that us dating has been a possibility on my mind and that i’d like to take a few days to like back off and firmly tell myself that we aren’t dating and we won’t be dating and to chill tf out, but i wanted to let him know that’s what i’m doing so i’m not like, backing out of being friends

and we’re both miserable for a week, bc when i try to go back to business as usual he’s acting weird and distant and my immediate assumption is that he decided that i am, in fact, a creep and he no longer wants to be friends with me but dammit, he could at least tell me that instead of looking sad and distant and not talking to me unless it’s band related

so i give him a couple days of that, and we do a campus scavenger hunt together because we had signed up for it before everything crashed on us and we were going to pretend everything is fine, god dammit, except it was awkward and he was sad the whole time and i was hurt and frustrated, but we won like 5th place or something so that was cool

and once the weekend’s over i text him something vaguely along the lines of “so are we still friends or nah” and he tells me he’s been isolating himself and he feels like everyone is better off without him and he needs to stop holding me back and nobody needs him so he should just let us all go. like he’s not suicidal but he’s depressed and bad at realizing people like him. so i go to the apartment and for the first time in like six months i knock on the door because i told him i was coming over but i also feel like he has a right to yell at me to go away through the door if that’s what he’s feeling

but he lets me in and he tells me he should just get out of my way because i don’t need him and i tell him that he’s right, i don’t need anyone. this isn’t about need. but i sure as hell enjoy having him as a friend and i’ve been miserable this past week when that was taken away from me, and he just told me he’s been miserable too, so why the fuck should we both be miserable when we could just stop being dumb and be friends again

but also now we’re both miserable (for external reasons, mostly) and i don’t want to stop hanging out so much because i feel like we both need it, but i also need to stop because it doesn’t seem to bother him but it sure as hell has me confused because i can’t stop thinking that we might as well be dating but if we were dating then i’d actually get to hug him and cuddle and tell him i love him

and i feel like he doesn’t really have other people to hang out with and i don’t really feel like i have that either and maybe that’s all the more reason for us to back off a little bit more but i don’t want to. i’m very weak and tired and i just want someone to hug me for 30 minutes and it’s not going to be him and i don’t think it’s going to be anyone rn so i’m just constantly sad and in need of a hug that will never come

i think i need to have another good sob session on someone but i’m fresh out of people that i’m comfortable doing that to, both in the sense that i don’t want to be vulnerable enough to cry on anyone and that the one person i would be willing to do that to is someone who doesn’t need to hear all about how i can’t get the fuck over him

#me #asexuality #demisexuality?#dating #any advice is v welcome #my plan rn is to get drunk with his roommate #but yknow #saying that outloud makes me realize how not-good of a plan that is #so maybe i'll just sad post in my room and cry on my homework #this is missing a lot of details obviously #especially for the current situation/atmosphere #tbh i just want to scream into the cold dark night then wrap myself up in a blanket and drink some tea and read a good book #but i! dont! have! the time!! to read for fun!!!#i shouldn't have spent 2 hours writing this post!!!

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