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writingwarden · 1 year ago

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Hiiiiiii!! Logan's been taking over my brain alot lately.

I was thinking what if reader is the one to save him from Rorke?

[A/N]- YEP. Took this one and R A N across the field with it. Enjoy!

Logan Walker x Reader

Cracks in the Glass

TW- being stabbed, torture, physically fighting to blow off steam, blood, minor and Major character death (not Reader or Walker brothers), Canon typical violence, revenge, verbal fighting, let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count- 6.5k

Callsign-COBRA

Sand and blood cake onto any uncovered skin it can reach. A series of explosions rouses you from your sleep, pain blooming from your lower abdomen. From the ground where you lay flat on your stomach, gear digging uncomfortably into your skin, you raise your head enough to see through blurred eyes three figures. Two sitting against a rock and one walking towards where they sat.

Where were you?

Oh fuck right, Rorke. Checkmate. Hesh and Logan!

Slowly and painfully you force your limbs to move, crawling to the figures who were sitting down. A coughing fit wrecks through your body, blood splattering the sand beneath you. What the fuck? Dragging your body up onto its knees, arms barely holding the weight. A slow glance down reveals a deep stab wound, the knife still embedded in your body, right above the hip bone. Muscle and skin shredded from the serrated blade Rorke had plunged into you in the struggle that had occurred after he shot Hesh and tried to go after Logan.

Blood congealed with the sand, hardening into a crude sludge around the blade, at least you wouldn’t bleed out as fast. Another yell rings out from in front of you.

“Cobra!” Hesh’s voice reaches your ears. Looking up, Hesh was trying to sit up further against the rock, the gunshot wound preventing him from running to you or Logan. The third figure was getting closer. The closer they got, the more pronounced their limp was. Was that… fuck!

Pointing past Hesh to where Logan lay sprawled on the sand, “Hesh look!” you call out. Hesh looks over just in time to see Rorke knock the knife out of Logan’s hand, his boot pinning the other man’s arm into the sand. Hesh makes a frantic scurry to get Rorke off of Logan, but Rorke kicks him away.

More explosions shake the ground. You can see Rorke’s mouth moving, see him getting in Logan’s face. Another surge of adrenaline courses through your veins. With the last of your energy, you pull the knife from your stomach. Arms shaking and vision blurring once again, you throw the knife, Logan's name escaping your mouth. There was just enough force in the throw to graze Rorke’s arm, he stops talking and whips his head around to stare directly into your eyes. You swear there was amusement written across his features as he stands and begins shuffling towards you.

“Well would you look at that! The snake still has fangs!” He stands over you, “You may be as promising one day as Logan.” The sing-song tone when he says Logan's name makes your blood run cold. You wish you had a gun or anything to wound the monster in front of you. But you wouldn’t get the chance, a heavy kick to your stomach has you falling back down, screams ripping from your throat. Laughter from above you as your vision clouds with black spots. You knew you were going to pass out.

Words were being spoken to you but they were hard to make out over the pounding in your head. “...ever again, Cobra.” Another kick and your consciousness fades away, the sounds of Hesh screaming for his brother the last thing you hear.

– — —-

You were met with a screaming match as you entered the war room.

It has been a week since Logan was taken and you and Hesh had been rescued from the beach. This was the first time out of the medical wing since then. They had been forced to lock both of you in a private hospital room with guards posted outside of the door. You had fought the nurses as they tried to help you, your mind having not been in the right state. All you knew was that your Logan had been taken by the very man that was supposed to have died on that train. They had been forced to sedate you before they could help fix the various injuries you had acquired in your adrenaline fueled revenge.

The nurse told you the extent of your injuries after you had calmed down. The grand total was two broken ribs, the stab wound, and a concussion. She had said how lucky you were to have only gotten those injuries multiple times, but you sure as hell didn’t feel lucky.

Coming back into the land of the living you had been surprised to see Hesh in the same room. What was even more of a surprise was that you had both been handcuffed to your beds! Soon you learned they had to do almost the same thing to contain him. Except this time Merrick had to tackle him back onto the stretcher, while you only required being held down.

Man, had Merrick and Keegan ripped you both a new one. For your reckless actions to your fighting the nurses. Every conversation since had everyone either walking on eggshells or ready to tear each other apart.

He had tried to leave right after that but had been stopped by the two soldiers that had been tasked with being your “guards”. All they did was stand in front of the door and occasionally helped the nurses.

Hesh was the more defiant of you two. He wouldn’t settle, the only thought on his mind was once again Rorke and rescuing his brother. Finding Rorke, Killing Rorke, Burning Rorke’s body after dumping an entire magazine into the body, never letting Logan out of either of your sights. He was restless. They eventually had to cuff him again to the bed to stop him from aggravating his gunshot wound further, you were behaving enough that they didn’t feel you needed to join him in his “imprisonment”.

“It’s bullshit, Cobra.” He kept saying. Loathing the fact they weren’t letting either of you out, “We should be out there looking for him!” or “We’ll get him back.” Words spit with venom and promise. The terms bull-headed and impulsive were thrown back at him several times.

Your own anger had been barely contained. You shoved it into a glass box, not hiding it or burying it, but putting it on display. Crystal clear glass revealing the hatred inside of it like an art museum would display a delicate artefact. You knew that one of you had to appear level headed or they would never let you out to search for him. They would deem you both unstable and unfit for any further duty. And you couldn’t have that; Not yet. After you had rescued Logan and ensured his safety, they could all go to hell for any matter. But only after you healed and Logan was safe with you and Hesh.

And reality was that neither of you were in any shape to fight. While medical technology had improved drastically, there was only so much they could do for a stab wound and gunshot. And Merrick had told you they were doing their best to find him with the extremely limited information they had. The federation had been scattered in the wind after the last attack. Information had become even less reliable than before.

Hesh had picked the locks on his handcuffs if the bent paper clip and missing man were anything to go off of when you woke up from your nap.

Which was what brought you limping to the doorway of the war room.

“We need to be out there and looking for him!” Hesh was standing, a crutch supporting him, in front of Merrick, who looked ready to explode.

Merrick clenched his fist where it sat against the table full of maps and files. The radio in the middle of the table, quiet but full of chatter. Location markers and notes had been scribbled all over. Keegan sat at the table, typing furiously at the tablet in his hands. They both looked like you felt.

Looking around the rest of the room you saw that Kick was nowhere to be found. But that was not uncommon, he really liked his solitude. He was probably on the other side of the base.

Looking back over at Keegan, you found him staring at you. Shooting a questioning look at him, hoping to get some answer out of him. His response is an exasperated look and a shrug of the shoulders. Well, that’s always a good sign, You thought frustratedly.

The arguing continued as you walked further into the room, finally standing opposite of the two who remained going back and forth and had yet to notice you. Keegan clears his throat pointedly and they look over, meeting your gaze. Taking advantage of the moment you began, “Care to explain?” You already knew what Hesh was trying to accomplish and you knew exactly what Merrick was trying to reason. You know that both sides had their points, guess it's time to be the mediator. But you knew Hesh was always stubborn, usually to the point that it always ended with a punch being thrown. Which it might. From where you stand, that is what it looks like.

Hesh has a pleading look in his eye as he turns to you, “Cobra you gotta help, we need to be out there! Looking for him!”

Looking from him to Merrick, you motion for him to say his part, “What do you got?”

Merrick sighs loudly; clearly annoyed, “We have a possible lead on one of the Federation colonels who might know where Rorke is hiding. But we don’t know for sure and we can’t just rush in half-cocked!” He shoots a glaring look at Hesh. “We need more time.”

Hesh throws his free hand up, “We don’t have more time to waste!” He opens his mouth to say more when Merrick holds in hand up in a way that told you there would be no room for arguing anymore.

“We have people on the ground, searching,” he says slowly but firmly, like he is trying to drive to point in with a hammer (and you two are the nails), “You two are in no condition to be back in the field.” Hesh moves like he is about to interrupt but Merrick fixes him with a stare. You can see a decision being made behind his eyes. “With your injuries, if we do find him before you are healed you could pose a hindrance to the operation and very well get Logan killed and let Rorke get away. Again.”

Silence overtakes the room. A deathly silence, one only used when mourning the dead or for prayer before the final strike. The radio had faded into nothing behind the previously reigned in rage that was suffocating you. Cracks were forming in the glass, that feral and primal anger rearing its ugly head, bashing it into the material holding it captive.

You know he’s right, this is the rational and secure way to do things. But if you were any more of a suicidal person, you’d be bashing his skull into the edge of the table. Small tremors shake your body where you stand and your fists clench. He was right and you were still acting irrationally. So why did you itch to bury one of your knives into his throat?

In the corner of your eye you see Keegan moving slowly, the tablet on the table and his hand ready to grab the gun from his hip. You needed to defuse this before Hesh gets you both thrown into jail, if the way his shoulders were tensing and his fist was clenching were anything to go off of.

“Hesh… Merrick’s right.” The look Hesh shot in your direction, you could have sworn you had just personally stabbed him. Ignoring the look of betrayal you take a shaky breath in, “We need to be fully functional for any of this to go right. Rorke will get his, but do you think Logan would want us to be killed trying to find him because we wouldn’t listen to orders?” A low blow to bring up Logan in that way again, but hey, when they go low, you grab a shovel and dig a hole in hell.

A moment passes, Hesh now looks like he wants to hit you instead. Let him feel angry at me. You think to yourself, you two could deal with this later. Hell, maybe even brawl to settle it out like old times. The air remains tense but Keegan sits back down, just as carefully as he had stood.

You stare ahead at Merrick as Hesh shoulders forcefully past you and out of the room. You take the shove with grace, not bothering to look back or follow him. You knew exactly where he would be going anyways. Let him have time to cool down before you approach him again.

You stand there staring ahead as Merrick sits down in the chair next to him. He rubs both hands over his face before addressing you, “Need something, Cobra?”

You hesitate before speaking, trying to find the right questions. “What do we have so far?” is what you settle on. Keegan slides the tablet over to you. The screen shows a list of names and locations. Federation higher ups and high value targets that should be in disarray now. You place the tablet on the table and begin to look over the maps. A talent of yours that made you a great interrogator was your empathy. “If I was a homicidal, revenge led Ghost killer, where would I brainwash the youngest kid of my ex brother-in-arms?” You wonder out loud, missing the weird glance the two men shared. “Somewhere remote,” you think about the habits and patterns Rorke showed, “Somewhere sedimental. I’d want it to bring back memories of betrayal.”

– — —-

The knife split the man's throat open like a hot knife through butter. He had finally given you Rorke's exact location and a pure feral feeling was coursing through your blood. Finally after two months of your Logan being gone, did you have a location.

After being cleared for light work (aka being back in the killing field) after the fight, you had set your heart and soul on gathering information and taking out several high ranking Federation soldiers. Each had crack eventually under your carefully sharpened knives. Interrogation had been a skill that had come naturally to you. It was an art, one that you had perfected quickly.

It was the skill that had landed you a spot on Ghost Team. Elias had chosen you along with the brothers. He cited your skills and bond you had from a childhood growing up with the brothers as his reason for bringing you along. He claimed you kept them levelled and that the damn near telepathic bond you had with Logan made you valuable on Ops. Which was true; your parents had been close friends of Elias, which made you best friends with the Walker boys by default.

Hesh was the most outgoing of the trio. Always talking to new people and preferring to hang out at the more crowded skate parks. He’d drag you and Logan everywhere and who were you two to deny him? He was a guardian to you until you had physically outgrown him by becoming a full two inches taller than him. Something he still had yet to “forgive” you for.

But it was Logan that you had really clicked with. The boy was of very few words; a selective mute. But that did not hinder your ability to communicate, a mix of sign language and your own secret nonverbal language. Which mainly consisted of micro expressions and body language. You two could hold an entire conversation with just your eyes. It had always confused the hell out of the rest of your squads.

And so what if you had come to have feelings for the youngest Walker? It feels as natural as an ocean wave crashing onto a sandy beach. You had planned on never telling him, or hell, maybe you would have in due time. But now that he had been taken before you could confess, you were damned sure that the moment he was safe and healing was the moment you’d tell him. You would get to tell him, damn it all, even if you had to drag his ass back into the land of the living with your bare hands.

A hand on your shoulder pulled you back into the present. “Cobra, we need to get going.” Hesh said quietly. Suddenly aware that you had been staring holes into the dead body you shrug his hand off your shoulder and turn on your heel. You two still haven’t talked, instead opting to push yourselves further into training, into becoming stronger. He threw himself and sometimes Riley into working out. Often you would find him running the track in the middle of the night. Some nights you’d join him. Others you’d slink off into the range. Forcing yourself to become better with both gun and knife. The conversation had yet to be had and it was eroding at the years of being a perfect pair- trio. There were three of you and you’d be dead before you’d let that change.

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you look up to see the rest of the team waiting for you by the doors of the old house you had dragged the Federation soldier into.

Looking to where Merrick stood, his stance told you he expected you to say something. “So I was right. You know for such a violent brainwashed bastard he sure is sedimental.”

You had been right in your guess. He would hold Logan at the old jungle compound where the Federation had broken Rorke and twisted him into their own personal ghost hunter. But that place had been raided and every one of the enemy personnel had either been killed or thrown into prison. As far as anyone knew, it was abandoned. It was too little of a possible reward to venture that far into the jungle. Oh what fools you were to hope otherwise.

A groan and nod were Merrick’s answer. I was really hoping you weren't.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean, they torched the place after. I can’t imagine much of it still stands. Son of a bitch.”

“Yeah…” You let the implications of everything you had just learned sink in. Eyes meet with Hesh’s, no words are spoken but an agreement is made. That barely closed glass box of rage continues to crack. Just got to hold it together, just a little while longer. One foot in front of the other, Cobra.

– — —

The foliage is thick as you creep closer to your designated position. The sounds of the forest and chatter of Federation soldiers deafened by the leafy canopies above your heads. Keegan leads the way, revenge and relief are now so close at hand. But you have to start the plan before anything else can happen. Two months of searching, you can Not fuck this up, Logan’s life depends on it. Depends on You and Hesh to keep your cool long enough to complete your tasks and locate the pit he would no doubt be in.

Keegan holds his hand up, telling you to halt. Flexing your fingers where they lay on your rifle, ready to fire at a moment's notice. The moment passes before he’s motioning to keep moving.

As you resume your walk, Hesh slides up next to you, footsteps falling in time with your own. “We still in agreement on what happens when we find him?” His voice is low, still as tense as it had been since the beach.

You glance up at Keegan, who you know is listening, before you respond just as quietly. “I get first blows while you secure Logan. Then you get the killing blow while Keegan keeps overwatch. I haven't forgotten, David.” The words come out harsher than they were meant to but again, that's how most of the words from your mouth had sounded recently.

Hesh doesn't respond, usually his first name gets a rise out of him. A true testament to how he's feeling right now. Silence takes over again as your group keeps marching on.

The next few minutes are a blur as Ghost team and Marines descend on the compound. Body after body falls as you push in. Sinking into your mind further and further as bullets zip past you. One even grazing your ear but it only serves to piss you off more. That glass box has burst open, red rage flowing out, drowning anything in its path.

You'd imagine Hesh is feeling the same, watching him sink a knife into a federation soldier as your group rounds a corner.

Finally you come to it, the courtyard with a single hole dug in the earth. Logan was in it. Your shoulder aches from the recoil of your rifle, fingers numb. But it doesn't matter.

Your team makes quick work of the enemies that attempt to stop you. Clearing the surrounding areas, your Marines holding position in each entrance. Looking up to the exposed second floor you see Keegan’s team.

Your radio crackles as Keegan’s voice comes through, “Eyes on Logan, proceed with caution. Rorke's got a gun to his head.”

Your eyes lock with Hesh's. Then you're moving, rushing forward to the hole, fingers on the trigger. Skidding to a stop above it, the sight inside damn near breaks you right there.

Logan on his back, caked in blood, dirt, and who knows what else as Rorke stands with his foot planted on his chest, pistol pointing at Logan's head. The sick motherfucker has a smile on his face, his eyes trained on you and Hesh.

A low growl comes from the man next to you. “It's over Rorke! No escape from here, you son of a bitch.” Hesh calls down. Part of you thinks he's about to abandon the entire plan for dumping all of his ammunition into Rorke. But he doesn't.

“You know,” the monster below you begins to drawl, like this was a normal conversation, “I didn't expect you to make it; the snake, sure. But you,” He points a finger at Hesh, “I expected you to die just like your da-”

A shot rings out, then another as Rorke's hands cease to be connected to his body; Keegan and his partner’s bullets hitting their marks. That was the cue for you two to get on with it.

Jumping into the pit you plant your feet firmly into Rorke's chest, rolling forward off of him as he hits the ground. Turning around you lunge forward on top of Rorke. Rearing your fist back then bringing it down onto his face. Over and over; blow after blow lands on the man who made your life hell. The monster who killed the man that saved you after ODIN, the monster that took and tortured your Logan.

His attempts to fight back are futile, the full front of your rage holding him there. His face becomes unrecognisable by the time Hesh grabs your shoulder. The signal to switch with him. One last punch and you're standing up, swaying on your feet.

Hesh takes your place as you rush over to Logan. Your hands frantically search over his body, cataloguing the visible injuries. Bruises mottle the skin not covered in blood or dirt. His name and promises to help him fall like prayers from your lips.

Finally you place your hands on either side of his face, willing him to look at you. His eyes are swollen and cloudy, no doubt from whatever they drugged him with. It was strange, the way his face was almost completely untouched. But you don't get much time to dwell on it as sharp movements in your peripheral.

Logan’s blood covered hands shoot quickly to your face. Panic in his suddenly clear eyes, the word “Go!” and “Run.” were being silently screamed at you. His mouth moves but only raspy gibberish comes out. You grab his hands as they hold your head, fingers tangling in your hair forcing you to stay looking at him. “Logan! Logan it’s us! We’ve got you, he’s dead. He’s dead!” You are sure that he couldn’t hear you as hysteria begins to creep in.

But the recognition was undeniable, just for a split second before they're rolling back into his head. His body begins convulsing violently as his hands slip from yours. Screams for a medic, for somebody, rip from your throat. One of the medics lands on their knees next to you but you can't move your limbs. All you can do is stare as the seizure happens.

Then hands are pulling you away from him. You fight against them before another pair is wrapping under your arms and pulling more. Someone is screaming your name but it sounds miles away. The only input reaching your mind is the sight of Logan, being surrounded by medics as you are taken further away from where he lies.

The glass box was gone, only shards and small puddles remain. Your mind clears enough to realise that it’s Hesh whose arms are wrapped around your torso, holding you back. Turning around in his grip you shove your entire being to his in a constrictor like hug.

Blood spatters cover every bit of armour and skin he has, the Ghost paint smeared with red. His eyes are wide, feral as he watches the scene now behind you.

Rorke's battered corpse lying behind, riddled with bullet holes from Hesh dumping his entire mag into him was all you could focus on.

Keegan stands over it, looking at his ex brother in arms, eyes blank. Merrick jumps down next to him and delivers a swift kick to the corpse.

– — —

Life continues as normal on base. The only shifts in the routine now were four Ghosts, taking their turns watching over their youngest in the hospital bed he lays.

In the beginning, it was you and Hesh refusing to leave Logan's bedside. Only leaving in shifts to deal with the bare minimum of your duties and body's needs. Eating and sleeping next to him. The hospital staff had dragged in another chair when it was clear neither of you would be leaving.

It was once again Merrick that forced you both away to deal with yourselves. The other three Ghosts had made a deal that there would always be one of them watching over him if you or Hesh couldn't.

And they stayed true to that promise. A knock drags you out of your thoughts. Keegan stands in the doorway, “Come on, it's my turn.” He enters further into the room, a knowing look in his eyes as he takes in your hand holding onto Logan's.

“You did good, kid. He's here and he's not going anywhere till he's better.” His words were meant to sooth but tears sting your eyes. It seems like since you've gotten back that you just can't stop crying.

Reluctantly you let go of Logan's hand and stand up, but your feet don't move. Not until Keegan places his hand on your arm with a promise to get you if anything happens. Then you're walking out the door and down the hallway.

It’s late, nearing midnight as you approach the smaller gym rooms knowing exactly who’s in there at this hour. Ignoring the Private Session sign on the door you enter quietly. Hesh is on the other side, fists slamming into the sandbag. The only greeting you get is a falter in his punches before he's back at it.

Looking over to the benches you see Riley curled up underneath. The dog huffs a greeting as you walk over and sit down. Hands sliding across his fur.

This has been both of your normal nights since Logan was taken and you just couldn't let it go even though he was home safe. The routine is comforting though your body aches from pushing past your limits.

It started with Hesh showing up at your door during the night, dressed in his gym clothes with Riley at his heels. No words were spoken as you invited him in and changed into your own gym attire. The cold air countering the heated anger as you ran around the city.

Then it was that someone had pissed you off enough that you had dragged your body to the gym, intent to hit and throw things until you felt better. But that plan had been ruined by Hesh, who was already there, doing just that.

That's when the first screaming match had happened. And the screaming led to blows being exchanged. The feeling of beating on each other was cathartic.

So it became the routine, if one couldn't sleep then they were to drag the other (who likely wasn't sleeping) from their rooms then either run or spar. No one has stopped this so far, only looked at you with a knowing (disappointed?) look and move on.

The thudding stops and a loud sigh comes from across the room. Looking up just as he crosses the room and slumps on the bench next to you. Exhaustion visibly pulls at him the same way it does on you.

“Feel up for it.” He motions to the mats in the middle of the room. You take note that his hands are bare and bleeding as you shake your head. Instead opting to slide down on the floor and lay flat looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah that's fair. We can do floor time.”

He slides down onto the ground and lays his head next to yours, body laying the other way. Such as most nights, no words are shared. At least for the first hour.

Then he's speaking, “Did I tell you the time he managed to steal one of the neighbours dogs and no one noticed for hours?” You did this often, recounting stories of Logan. Funny, sad, plain boring; it didn't matter. He loved to tell the more calm ones while you opted to spill the hijinks the pair of you committed.

“I don't think I remember that one.” You did but you liked to humour him. He launches into the story, talking with his hands in the air, you laugh and make comments.

“You should have seen the proud look dad had while Logan apologised. I swear the lady's head was gonna explode, she was so red!” he laughs through the words.

You look up at him, “Yeah, that tracks. You and your dad were always enabling our bullshit.”

He lets out a slow sigh and lets the buzz of the overhead lights and occasional footsteps fill the space. You were content to let them do so but there was eating at your thoughts.

“I love him.” You had told him before in a fit. He had barely understood you the first time you said it, had been borderline hysterical, expecting him to hate you. “I know” he had said. Called you right stupid for not saying it sooner.

His hand appears in the air above your face and you're too tired to care as he brings it down and palms your entire face, like something straight out of Alien. He shakes your head back and forth before he lets go. “I know, you know you're going to have to tell him eventually, right?”

It was your turn to sigh, “I know, dude. I know.”

– — —

It’s one of those nights where you and Hesh are on watch at the same time. It was rare but it does happen. Logan has been in a medically induced coma for a month now. It's Hesh's turn to go get you both dinner, so you get to take up watch over Logan.

(The eldest brother opted to leave Riley with you. The dog takes up his usual post at the door, ever the guardian.)

Grabbing his hand, something that had become a habit. You start recounting the day's events, another thing you both had taken up. Talking to the sleeping man, telling him the base gossip and telling him how the day went, how Riley and the team are, everything you could think of you talked about.

“Then he made them run laps. He's shaping up nicely for that Captain role he's heading for.” You laugh, explaining how Hesh oversaw today's training. “He gets that promotion and we're set to get away with so much shit, Lo.”

He made no movements, the only sound to respond was the steady beat of the vitals monitor. You let loose a breath and place your head down on the bed next to his hand. “Wake up soon, please.” You plead into dead air, “He needs you. I need you.”

Time passes slowly, Hesh taking his sweet time getting that food. Must be Chilli Night in the mess. That always caused the place to be packed. Your mind wanders all over the place, what was it that one sergeant had said? When was Merrick going to send you back into the field, you were already on borrowed time. A thousand things plague your thoughts; it was beginning to give you a migraine.

The hand in yours twitches. You sit up so fast your back twinges. Ignoring that you stare down at your hand, did you imagine that? “Logan?” You murmur, looking up at his sleeping form and you gasp. His eyes were fluttering open. Standing up you lean over him hopefully, “Logan? You with me?”

Your heart starts racing as those same eyes open and land on you. Reaching up to hold his face but you're interrupted by a harsh grip on your arm. “Lo?” You ask shakily, staring at the place he has in his grasp.

“R-run!” The word was urgent, the beeping of the heart monitor became louder, quicker. Fear shines brightly through his eyes as they dart around the room, underlined with confusion.

You grip over his hand, “No no no, Logan you're safe! We're home!” His fingers dig into your skin as he starts shaking. With fear that he is going to start having another seizure you turn your head around to call for help. But you're met with the frozen forms of Hesh and Merrick standing in the doorway.

Quickly you call to him, “Get help!” Your voice was high, panic beginning to creep in. The trays fall out of his hands as he steps back out and starts shouting for help. Merrick starts for the bedside but you wave him off, not wanting to overwhelm the already panicking man.

Directing your attention back to Logan you can almost see the dots beginning to connect as he stares past you, to where Hesh just stood. You should for Hesh, yelling his voice as loud as you can.

The tall man comes running full tilt back to the room, almost skidding past the door. “Logan!” He shouts and you have to stop yourself because it was the same scared scream from the beach. He sprints over to the bed, grabbing Logan's other hand, trying to soothe the man into the present.

Logan's mouth is moving, repeating “Not real” as he flickers his eyes from you to Hesh.

You both start speaking at the same time, trying to tell him it is real, that this is real. Someone else enters the room. But you don't look away from Logan as his grip on your arm begins to loosen. Slowly and suspiciously (?) he starts to lay back into the bed.

It's only when he's retracted his arm away fully and is now sitting reclined in the bed that you breathe a full breath. Nurses flutter around you checking his vitals and tweaking his pain meds. Your eyes never leave his except to look over at Hesh, who sits there determined to not leave unless absolutely necessary.

Eventually the buzz dies down, Merrick having stepped out to make a few calls. Either way, you were glad for the privacy. Neither of you had let go of his hands, afraid that it would be a dream.

His fingers entwined with yours had those emotions stirring violently in your chest.

Hesh had been catching him up to speed on everything, thankfully omitting the violent way the two of you coped. You had just been nodding along and speaking up occasionally to add in if Hesh forgot something.

Logan, he just sat there, taking everything in. He had been quiet since the nurses left, not asking questions or only speaking in clipped words. Your eyes flit down to his throat, a ring of rope burn now healed.

His eyes catch yours, a small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. Oh, how you missed that smile.

Hesh clears his throat, catching your attention. He waits for you both to look at him before speaking, “I dropped our dinner. I'm going to run to the corner store and grab us something.” He stands from his chair and walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. A whisper of “Tell him.” and then Hesh is gone, Riley at his heels.

Turning back to Logan, you place your head against your hands. You needed to tell him, the confession trapped behind your teeth. You look back up at him and let go of his hands reluctantly, doubt tugging at the forefront of your mind. You had just gotten him back, what if you lose him now? There would be no way to cope with that, but he would be alive to hate you and you were fine with that.

“I-” You start, “I love you, Logan.” The words themselves are not strangers to you. They were said so regularly throughout your life, so the look you got from him was no surprise.

He drums his fingers against the hospital bed and hums, “Love you too.”

A stressed sigh leaves your mouth and you find yourself staring into his eyes again. “No Lo, I love you.” The words emphasised, “I'm sorry for not telling you before and I'm sorry if you don't feel the same but I was going to be damned before I let you leave before telling you.” The confession is quick as you look away from him.

An amused huff answers you and then a hand was grabbing your face again. This time is so much more gentle. Nothing like the harsh grip that had come to plague your dreams. Letting him pull you to look at his face. There's fondness in place of the rejection you had feared.

He pulls you closer and you let him. Your face now hovering over his. And then his lips are on yours. And then you're melting against him, careful not to put weight on his injuries.

In that moment there's nothing else in the world. No war, no cold hospital room, just two scar riddled childhood friends who were becoming something more.

#cod logan #logan walker x reader #cod logan x reader #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #call of duty ghosts fanfic #call of duty ghosts #call of duty logan #logan walker #call of duty hesh #cod hesh #cod merrick #cod keegan #cod kick #cod elias #cod rorke #cod riley

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May I please request a super angsty femReaderxzoro fic where reader dies trying to save zoro but in a really specific way as in she has devil fruit similar to uta but with healing abilities instead and she trades her life to save zoro which makes her have a death similar to rikas from jjk but the song she sing when she’s leaving is long live by Taylor Swift specifically “long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you” ect.If it’s too detailed, you don’t have to do it but I would really enjoy if you could do this

Long Live

A/N: Italics is a flashback and purple are the song lyrics I had so much fun writing this! well as much fun as you can have writing something sad, but thank you for giving me an excuse to write about more Taylor i hope you enjoy! <3 Pairing: Zoro x fem!reader CW: Reader dies, blood, vague alluding to sex WC: 2.1k Your voice had been a source of joy and happiness for as long as you could remember, and your devil fruit ability only heightened that joy, granting you the power to heal through your melodies. It felt like a gift straight out of a fairy tale. Cradling injured individuals in your arms, you would serenade them, witnessing their wounds miraculously vanish as they sprang up with newfound energy.

In your pursuit of understanding and enhancing your abilities, you dove into the histories of past users who once possessed this ability before you. While you didn't find much in terms of strengthening your powers, you stumbled upon something intriguing: the most recent user of your ability met their demise by sacrificing their life for a marine soldier. The event was well-documented—the tale of their final song and fading away into the unknown, all to save a critically wounded soldier. At the time, you found such sacrifice baffling and perhaps even foolish. The idea of willingly giving up one's life for another was a concept that had always left you questioning whether you could ever do such a thing.

You first encountered Zoro when he casually slid into the seat next to yours at a random, somewhat sketchy tavern on an island whose name had already slipped your memory. Ordering a beer, as expected, neither of you paid much attention to the other until you initiated a conversation, asking about the swords he carried with him. Drink after drink, the banter flowed effortlessly, and as the night progressed, so did the subtle hints of flirtation. Before you knew it, you found yourselves in the confines of the bathroom, Zoro pinning you against the wall, lips locked, hands exploring, clothes quickly discarded—an intense moment that seemed to mark the conclusion of your unexpected encounter. Or so you thought.

The next day, as you went about your business, you stumbled upon a wanted poster that featured none other than Roronoa Zoro, one of the most formidable and dangerous men in the world. The revelation left you torn between celebrating or worrying over the fact that you had just slept with one of the most deadliest men in the world right now. You had chosen the former.

Your lingering questions about whether you'd see him again were answered when, to your surprise, you spotted Zoro rounding a corner, seemingly lost and running in your direction. The unexpected reunion left you wondering about the twists and turns fate had in store for the two of you. He screeched to a halt in front of you, muttering something about being in the wrong place. You were on the verge of teasing him for looking like a lost fool when the unmistakable sounds of approaching marine footsteps and shouts pierced the air from behind. Without a moment's hesitation, Zoro swiftly unsheathed his swords, leaving you momentarily confused when he shoved one into his mouth. Your confusion gave way to surprise as marines in front of you began dropping like flies.

In the chaos, Zoro reached for your hand, grabbed it, and started running with you. Urgently, he asked you to lead him to the docks. Though an underlying sense of fear lingered, the idea of potential injury or worse, you couldn't help but go along with the green-haired man, guiding him through the streets towards the docks. The urgency of the situation fueled your pace, and as you turned a final corner, a grand pirate ship came into view. To your amazement, some very enthusiastic individuals, recognizable from the wanted posters plastered everywhere, were waving at Zoro and urging him to run onto the ship.

You might have assumed that Zoro would have let you go and abandoned you at some point, but to your surprise, he had you stick around. Soon enough, you found yourself on the deck of the pirate ship, met with perplexed and cautious stares from the crew. This wasn't the life you had envisioned, yet the appeal of friendship and adventures proved too compelling for you to resist.

As it turned out, your unique ability to heal with the simple power of song quickly earned you the role of healer on the ship. You often teamed up with Chopper, working together to mend the wounded, a category that frequently included Zoro. It seemed like he would intentionally find himself in dangerous situations just to give you an excuse to heal him. It became almost routine for Zoro to pull you aside for healing sessions. He would claim it was because "you're the faster healer" or "Chopper is busy with the others," but the way he stared at you with complete and utter infatuation as you sang hinted that there might be an underlying reason why he always sought you out.

Your relationship with Zoro had flourished during your time on the ship. While the two of you hadn't explicitly labeled it, an unspoken bond had formed, making you inseparable. It was clear to everyone around you that you and Zoro were meant to be. Your connection was so strong that it felt as if you were bound together for life. You, the enchanting songbird, had managed to melt the heart of the swordsman. It was a relationship that seemed almost too perfect to be true.

The shaky rhythm of Zoro's breath sliced through the air, the only accompaniment being the unsettling drip, drip, drip of crimson liquid splattering onto the floor from each painful gash on his body. His eyes threatened to give in to the darkness, the grip tampanoding his profusely bleeding wound weakening with every passing second, allowing more of the red tide to seep out. "She's close by," he reassured himself in a desperate whisper. "She will come and heal me, and everything will be okay." His vision blurred, the edges of consciousness fading, yet the approaching footsteps redirected his waning focus. Your silhouette emerged into view, and a feeble smile of relief played on his weakened lips.

You stood there, your body pulsating with the ache of injuries you had sustained from the battle. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your chest, each labored breath revealing your weariness. As you took in Zoro's dire state, a chill ran down your spine, and your hands trembled uncontrollably. The blood painted the wall against which he leaned, the pool he lay in enough to have claimed the life of an ordinary person by now.

In that moment, a wave of realization crashed over you, akin to what the previous user of your devil fruit must have experienced when confronted with the imminent death of that soldier. The only conceivable explanation for willingly sacrificing one's life in such a manner was love. Only someone who is deeply in love could find themselves doing what you were prepared to do.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump—thump... thump... thump...

Your heart beats in your ears, slow and steady, a sharp contrast to the urgency that surrounds you. Crouching down next to him, your knees bathe in the blood beneath you. You reach out and stroke his face, your voice cutting through the tense air as a sweet melody falls from your lips, “Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life with you…”

Your vision blurs slightly as you start to sing, and your voice wavers, but determination fuels your every word. Zoro's consciousness begins to steady, and his gaze focuses on you. He listens to the lyrics you sing, his smile quickly fading as he senses your growing unsteadiness. His own heartbeat starts to quicken, mirroring the vivid recollection of the last time he was this severely injured.

Your fingers gently comb through the emerald strands of the injured marimo, the sound of your singing soothing his pain, mending the cuts and bruises that adorned him. As his eyes gradually flutter open from the haze of injury, he gazes up at you, a soft smile spreading across his lips upon hearing the sound of your voice. This time felt different from his previous injuries; there was an abundance of blood, and the worry etched across your face reflected the urgency to reach him in time.

You knew you couldn't stop singing. You needed to heal him, but you also needed to talk to him, so your song took on a more serious shift in meaning as you sang. "Will you take a moment? Promise me this: that you’ll stand by me forever," you begin, your voice carrying a weight that matches the importance of this moment. His larger hand envelops yours, nodding in silent agreement. You continue, "but if, God forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye," confusion knits Zoro's eyebrows, wondering the reason behind the unexpected shift in your melody.

You persist, “if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name.” Your voice grew shaky as you continued, “Tell them how I hope they shine." Teardrops fall onto his concerned face, and he instinctively reaches up to wipe them away. The inevitability of this conversation weighed heavily on both your hearts, each word spoken a painful acknowledgment of the uncertainties life may hold.

In response, Zoro reassures you with a resolute voice, "I promise to stay with you forever, but you know fate won't dare step in and tear us apart. I won't allow it. You’re too important to me, and I swear that we will live out the rest of our lives together, and *you* will get to tell our kids all of these things, okay?" His words, a promise fueled by determination, aim to chase away the uncertainty of what lies ahead, providing comfort in the tomorrow that they both look forward to.

It's happening. Fate weaves its cruel design, guiding you toward that goodbye—a scenario Zoro strongly vowed would never come to pass. “Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you,” you continue, your voice quivering with an emotional strain that mirrors the tension in the air. The aura that your powers provide seem to shimmer with an magical quality as Zoro's wounds gradually fade, mirroring the slow, inescapable dimming of your own presence.

Your body slumps over, a proof of the draining strength within you. Stronger hands, Zoro's calloused and desperate, grasp your arms, pulling you close in a desperate attempt to defy the approaching reality. A gasp escapes you, the sound of your body's instinctive cling towards life.

“Stop… Stop this… I—I’m fine now, see? Chopper can just fix us up; you can stop now,” Zoro pleads, his voice quivering, the tremor reverberating through the air. His lip wobbles, tears teetering on the edge of escape. He knows the words he's uttering form a desperate attempt to go against the harsh reality. In this wretched moment, he attempts to make you hold onto your own life, to discourage you from the selfless act of sacrificing yourself to mend his wounds. Yet, the heavy truth hangs in the air—a truth that your fading form seems to convey with every passing moment.

Your breath is shaky, and a sudden weariness envelops you. Yet, his pleas, laced with unspoken desperation, don't deter you. ”Long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you,” you sing softly, leaning onto him, a somber smile gracing your lips despite the impending farewell.

“Please stop…I love you, please don’t do this…” Zoro's whisper is almost a plea, his voice breaking as tears fall freely. He grasps your hand, squeezing it with a desperation that clings to the diminishing hope that both of you can somehow emerge unscathed from this ordeal.

“And I was screaming, ‘Long live all the magic we made’ and bring on all the pretenders…” Another wave of weakness washes over you, and your head falls limp onto his shoulder, “I'm not afraid.” you murmur, hoping the reassurance in your words might alleviate some of the weight on his shoulders among the unfolding tragedy. ”Long live all the mountains we moved…I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.” With that final line, your voice softens, the melody fading into a whisper as your breaths grow shallower. The grip of Zoro's hand on yours tightens, desperately clinging to the waning connection. With each passing moment, your form dissolves into an ethereal glow. In desperation, Zoro reaches into the empty space that you once occupied, his trembling fingers grasping at nothingness, a denial of the harsh reality that you are gone. The ringing of your song linger in the hollow space, a haunting reminder of a love transcended beyond the boundaries of existence. Zoro, left with an aching emptiness, is now entangled in the flickers and fragments of a love that slipped away.

#one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #angst #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa x reader

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oddent · 2 years ago

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SNATCH ME UP | b.chan x latina!reader

implied angst + spanish words + idol!au + making up + cat owner reader + fluff

the air is chilly and your racing heart only makes you acknowledge how nervous you are. which means you feel colder than usual because of the nerves. you can hear the crowd, muffled by your heart beat but you only dwell on it more than usual.

“n/n,” the maknae of your group whispers behind you, the nickname she specifically gave you brings you back to reality.

“hm?” you hum, not trusting your voice.

“are you ready?”

“no,” you whisper, but it sounds more like a whimper.

she hugs you from behind, reassuring you that you got this. “-and chan-sunbaenim will be very proud!”

you relax for a moment but that is exactly why you’re nervous. chan is somewhere in the crowd, definitely waiting for your amazing performance alongside your group but what he doesn’t know is that you and emi have a duo opening act and more importantly you will be singing in spanish (or whatever latin american language you speak). your native tongue.

“we got this, you’re not alone.” emi assures quickly before the backtrack starts to play in your in-ear monitors.

you take a quick deep breath before taking your first stride down the stage. the instrumental is slow, darker than what the original song is but it’s perfect. you’ll sing it just as slow and full of pain, acting has always been your forte. you’ll just have to pretend like always, making your heart calm down sooner than later.

“VE~N,” you scream-sing into the mic, looking darkly at the crowd, you know everyone must be startled at the foreign language. “Y CUENTAME LA VERDAD.”

“TEN PIEDAD,” you takes a shuddering breath, “Y DIME. POR QUE~!? NO. NO, NO~!”

and emi goes in, translating the verse that comes afterwards in korean as you move to back her up in the dance. you manage to get a glimpse of a screen, seeing chan and minho stare intensely at the performance. you make yourself believe that there wasn’t any pain in chan’s face. you didn’t even want to see him, really. what a coincidence that was.

and just when the trumpet’s instrumental dies down, the transition to your group’s latest comeback plays. you and emi move in sync, her voice filling up your in-ear again and soon, your other members join in.

your composure lasts all evening. you feel relieved when you finally get off the stage. emi and the others exclaim how happy they were, that you did amazing. that everything will be alright.

you weren’t sure but hopefully everything did go well. whether chan and you make up or not, whether the two of you break up, you knew you had other things to focus on. you were fine before him, you could be fine aft-

“y/n.”

you freeze, last in line as your group files out to leave the backstage and head to the seats outside.

“y/n we need to talk,” chan whispers loud enough for you to hear.

you peer over your shoulder, “now is not the time, chris.”

he can hear the underlying venom in your voice. he takes a deep breath.

“well look at my messages and you’ll deem what day is fit.” is all he says before walking away, preparing for the stage.

you swallow, rushing your steps to catch up to the girls. you get some praise from idols you pass by, a lot of soft claps and “loved it!” whisper-shouted. your back hurt from all the bowing.

by the time you sit, stray kids’ performance already started. you can only hold back tears as you see your possible ex-boyfriend shine.

“we can leave and let him come here to talk,” your leader says.

“i don’t know…” you say softly, sullen.

“i think it’s best, our dorms aren’t known by the public yet, unlike theirs, and the dorms are safer than a cafe or whatever you two originally had in mind.”

you stare at her, sighing in defeat. “okay, i’ll text him then.”

she pats your shoulder, smiling warmly.

“thank marie,” you say to her, jokingly adding a french accent.

“yah,” she says while ruffling your hair as she exits the kitchen.

you go to chan’s chat, staring at all the messages and all the registered missed calls. your hands tremble and sweat, your mind races. what if he changes his mind and immediately just says the 3 words? what if he gets aggressive when he gets here? what if-

“stop overthinking,” emi’s voice startles you, causing your thumb to send the message you had mindlessly typed.

“ai- mierda!” you groan, whining as you slump over the table.

“if this is about chan you shouldn’t be like this!” she scolds, “you act like he’d hurt you.”

“he already has-“

“on purpose.” she strains, “and physically. he would never hurt you in that way! plus. he wouldn’t have any reason or right to, he’s the one at fault.”

“i know,” you groan as you hear your phone ding.

chan’s reply was a simple “alright”. you weren’t sure how to feel about that. but it didn’t matter, emi made sure you were in decent spirits by the time she and the girls left. all of them gave you words of encouragement and you relaxed just a tiny bit but the nerves returned while meet up time got closer.

you shut yourself in your room, playing with you cat to try to relax once more. yet, you couldn’t. everything frustrated you, everything made you want to cry. especially how cute your cat looked in the white vest chan gave him a few weeks ago.

when the doorbell rings, you jump. your cat scurries away, surprised at how jittery you are. you close the door behind you, locking your baby inside your room.

your heart is racing, you already want to cry.

but you have to be strong. you have to face reality. nothing has been easy up until now, foreigners as trainees never do.

a break up is nothing.

chan us standing on the other side of the door frame, looking charming in his grey sweats and black hoodie. he doesn’t have his beany on, but he looks dashing as ever.

“hi,” he tries a smile, you reflect it as well.

“hi, come in,” you step aside, allowing him to do so.

both of you are quiet and tense as you head to the kitchen. he sets his bag on the table, and quickly strikes conversation.

“i want to apologize.” he starts, you silently sit down on the stool. “for constantly putting you aside, for diminishing you, for taking out my problems on you and treating you like that’s all i have you for. y/n,” you manage to make eye contact and you see the tears brimming in his eyes.

it makes you reflect that same expression.

“i love you. i truly mean it. i know me having problems these past few months aren’t an excuse, i know better than to treat you like that and still did it and i hurt you and that makes me feel horrible. because the moment i let you in my life, i’ve never been happier. you’ve been nothing but supportive and loving and i’ve tried my best to return it but i’ve failed you so horribly these last few months. i’m really sorry, for doing that. for making you cry.”

you wipe your tears, realizing that you indeed were crying at that very moment. you sniffle, looking down at the ends of chan’s bag’s straps that you’ve been messing with these past few minutes.

“i’m tired, chan,” you say.

his shoulders sag, “i know, and i know i caused that. you’re so patient… i actually hit your limit.”

you swallows thickly, “but even so, i still want to give it another try,” you look at him again, “because i love you too. we’ve been together for a year and a half, chan. i don’t want to throw that away. and if we ever do then i don’t want to end on bad terms. that would hurt me more.”

“i know,” he says softly, “i know. baby.” he leans over the table, reaching out and placing his hands over yours. “will you forgive me?”

you nod.

“and will you give me another chance?”

“yeah,” you sniffle.

“good, because i brought this.” chan grins, sniffling a bit as well. he removes his hands from yours and pulls out a box from his bag.

“and what’s this for?” you question as you take the box.

“a present,” he simply says, biting his bottom lip as he watches you set it on the table to open it.

you gasp as you see the custom made cat collar that you had made a few days ago. you didn’t really have money for it, most of your check went into the trainee debt you’ve earned and are close to paying off. you found a beautiful site with expensive but pretty customizable options. with every collar purchase, the seller would send a matching ring or bracelet (to obviously match with the kitty).

you couldn’t help but grin as chan put the bracelet on. especially when he said he purchased the ring so the three of you have family jewelry.

“cosita linda mia,” you squeal, swooping up the fluffy orange cat that comfortably laid on your bed in a loaf position. “look what daddy brought you!”

chan grins, adoring how you cradle and kiss your cat. he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m serious,” he says softly. “i love you, i always want to see you happy.”

you sigh softly, melting into his arms as your cat jumps out of your arms. the two of you watch the feline walk away to the bed, to resume its previous position.

“always?”

he nods, “always,” he kisses your neck, “and i’ll make sure to achieve that. i don’t want to lose a talented, beautiful person because of my stupidity.”

“yeah,” you grin, “cus like lilly says, i don’t like stupid people.”

hearing his laugh in your ears makes you feel warm and fuzzy again. and thats how you know, you’re back in his hold for sure.

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thesymphonytrue · 20 days ago

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Ten Questions

Instructions: prev asks ten questions and you answer them, then ask ten new ones and tag ten people to keep the chain going!

Thanks for the tag @aragarna!! <3

Favorite movie/tv show of 2024?

Favorite Movie was definitely Wicked. (lol if you can't tell by my blog recently LOL) It is probably my favorite movie I've seen in the past ten years to be honest! Maybe my favorite movie ever. 👀

2. Favorite movie/tv show of all times?

I mean, if I'm being honest, it might end up being Wicked. I loved the musical, but I didn't obsess over it as a teen (besides learning all the songs lol), but the movie is just something special. It has a magic to it and every single ingredient I need for a favorite movie: fantastic singing AND acting (they got singers who could act and that is SO important for a musical), morally gray characters, beautiful set, diverse cast, excellent plot, and PLATONIC SOULMATES (my weakness) (and yes, I kno in canon and in the book they could be more than platonic and I'm fine with that too, but their relationship in the musical is so beautiful).

For TV show, of course, WHITE COLLAR!

3. Favorite book?

oh I have so many! This is very hard so I will go with the favorite one I read in 2024 and that would be The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue--the combination of exploring art throughout the years and also how one makes a "mark" in the world was so well done and VE Schwab is just such an excellent writer---love all her books.

4. Do you read or watch non-fictions?

I do! I try to read 4-5 nonfiction books per year. This year I read "Nuclear War" by Annie Jacobson (it was terrifying) and a few self-help books (lol) and some parenting books (I'm trying my best, it's so hard).

5. DVD, streams or downloads?

I do like the old fashioned DVD, but we stream everything these days and I will say not having to store DVDs is great.

6. What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?

I am such a plain eater---I am not adventurous at all so this is probably super dull, but Caviar LOL and it was delicious! *muah!*

7. If you were rich enough not to have to work, what would you do?

I would totally sing in broadway shows. 😭

8. Dream place to visit one day?

I have always wanted to explore France outside of Paris, as Paris is the only place I have ever been in France! Perhaps somewhere by the coast? Nice maybe? Like I said, I know very little outside of Paris and would love to explore!

9. Someone (dead or alive) you'd love to spend a one-on-one hour with?

Oh my. There are few people I know that I would spend one-on-one for an hour without feeling socially nervous LOL 😂 HOWEVER---I would love to spend an hour with Julie Andrews teaching me how to sing, dance, act, etc. Now, that, I could do. 😉 Or an hour singing duets WITH Josh Groban hahah I'd love that too. 🤣 No talking required.

10. Aspirations, resolutions for 2025?

hmmm! Well, a big aspiration is just to accept myself more I guess? I've always struggled with a negative self-image and self-hatred and I'm really tire of it. I'd love to love myself a little bit this year.

On a lighter note, I'd love to figure out a way to sing more. I just don't know how.

NEW QUESTIONS:

Favorite song you listened to this year?

What's something you are really good at?

What is something that makes you smile?

Favorite place to relax?

Best book you read this year?

Favorite hot drink?

Comfort item?

Favorite way to be creative?

Mountains or Beach and why?

Favorite thing about yourself? <3

Okay, no pressure tagging:

@twisted-tales-told @ssk374 @bluebellsinburbank @babydollbucky @idkimoutofideas and whoever would like to participate!!

#about me!!

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abbysleftbicepp · 1 year ago

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What Did I Ever Do To You

A post outbreak day abby x fem reader.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, fluff, swearing, I can’t think of anymore so lmk if I missed them!

Part 2! Read part 1 here.

When you arrived to your room, Nora was nowhere to be seen. She was probably out on another night shift. You kicked your slippers off and climbed into bed, hoping you could sleep away any thoughts that would come to you. Unfortunately, you were restless. More and more memories of Boston filled your brain, making it hard for you to sleep.

~flashback~

What do you mean they're dead?!" You yelled at Marlene, top firefly in Boston QZ.

She had found you in the hideout after she found Ellie and Riley in the mall.

Riley was with us. She wasn't dead while she was gone. She must have payed Ellie a visit and then took her to the abandoned mall. I found them both infected, I had no choice but to shoot them." She explained with a somber tone.

Your heart shattered into tiny pieces. Riley and Ellie were the only people you had after your parents were killed by fedra.

"I don't fucking believe you. They can't be..dead." Tears fell from your eyes as Marlene wrapped her arms around you. "It's okay. You can come with us, we're going to the Salt Lake City outpost. There are other kids your age, I'm sure you'll settle in just fine." She announced, soothing you by rubbing your back. You felt weak. Nothing made sense anymore, why would they go to the mall without you? Why would that just leave you out? At least you would have died with them if they only took you.

el°ve already sent one of my people to grab your belongings, we're leaving tomorrow night. You can either stay the night here in your hideout or you can come with me to our safe zone." She explained softly.

"I think I'll stay here tonight. Are you going to pick me up tomorrow?" You ask, wiping your tears.

"Yeah I'll send a group to collect you a few hours before we head out." She finished before walking out the door.

~end of flashback~

It had been an hour since you'd returned to your safe place, but you were restless. The thoughts of Ellie and Riley couldn't leave your head, you hated them for not including you, but you couldn't hold it against them.

You dragged yourself out of bed, deciding you were gonna go on a short walk around the settlement to clear your mind. Putting on your shoes, and grabbing your Walkman, you headed out the door.

A few minutes passed when your head collided with someone's back, knocking you to the floor and breaking your Walkman.

"Ow-..shit!" You yelled, scurrying to your now smashed Walkman.

"No no no no no!" You said, trying to hold yourself together. You still didn't know who knocked you over. You picked up the pieces of the beloved Walkman and stood up, facing the girl who you bumped into.

Calm down it's just a Walkman, can get you another." Abby spoke.

"Just a Walkman.?! Abby this has sentimental value. Nothing can replace it to me." You whisper yelled, trying not to wake up the whole WLF. Your voice was wobbling as you tried to keep your cool in front of Abby.

"I don't understand what your fucking problem is. You spat, walking back towards your room.

Before you knew it, you heard footsteps behind you.

For fuck sake Abby can you not take a hint?" You spat again, stopping in your tracks.

“Y/n just wait please..” Abby spoke, sincerity laced in her voice.

"What do you want?" You asked, clearly pissed off.

“I’m sorry." She started. You're joking, right?

“Just leave me alone..” you demanded, your voice wobbling as you ran back to your room and cried yourself to sleep.

~flashback~

“Y/n!! Hey. Riley is waiting for us at the hideout. We have a surprise for you!” Ellie announced in a sing-song voice, dragging you by the hand. “Cmon! We don’t have all day.” She said impatiently.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” You giggled, following Ellie. When you arrived, all the lights were off and Ellie was navigating you around with your eyes closed.

“What’s going on els?” You asked, clearly confused.

“Shhh just trust me okay.” Ellie replied.

When you finally arrived to the main room of the hideout, you saw a birthday cake on the table, lit up with candles.

You covered your mouth as you gasp, you couldn’t believe they did this for you.

“Happy birthday!! We’re not gonna sing because we know how awkward that would be. Hurry up and make a wish so we can give you your gifts!” Riley said confidently.

“Gifts?” You asked, surprised.

“Hurry!!” Ellie yelled with excitement.

Once you blew out the candles, Riley turned the lights back on and they both handed you a present each, both wrapped up in old Christmas paper.

“I cant believe you both. You’re too kind.” You said, trying to not get emotional. You opened Riley’s first, revealing an old, but working, Walkman. You started jumping around happily, before hugging Riley and thanking her.

“Open mine now!” Ellie hurried you.

“Okay okay okay.” you giggled.

You opened her present to reveal a cassette, which you could play on the Walkman.

“No way! Is this queen?!” You gasped. You hugged Ellie, thanking her and Riley took the cassette and Walkman, connecting it to a speaker.

“How about we have some more fun?” She smiled before playing the first song; Bohemian Rhapsody. You all sang along, dancing. You had no care in the world in that moment, for you were the happiest you’d been in a long time.

~end of flashback~

There was a light tap at your door, shaking you from your sleep. Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, immediately rolling your eyes.

“What do you not understand about the words ‘leave me alone’ abby?” You asked frustratedly.

“I just need to apologise and explain myself. I’ve been a really shitty person to you for no reason and i am not okay with myself because of it. It’s not fair for you, or anyone around us who has to listen. Just please, hear me out.” She begged, sincerity laced in her voice.

You sighed, interested in what she had to say before letting her in.

“Whatever you have to say, you better make it quick. I’ve gotta help out at the nursery in an hour.” You explained, sitting down and signalling for her to sit too.

“So why have you been such a dick to me since I got to Salt Lake City?” You asked.

“I was intimidated by you.” She said, not looking you in the eyes.

“Intimidated? Elaborate.” You demanded.

“You had lost so much in such a short amount of time, yet you had such high spirits. When you arrived to the outpost, Marlene explained your situation and asked me to befriend you. But when I met you, I felt intimidated by how strong you were mentally. I envied your cope, I envied your way with knowledge and i guess to make it go away, I had to push you away.” She explained slowly, to try and leave room for you to understand.

“When my dad died, I was in bits. I didn’t understand how you could move on so fast from your friends back in Boston, I’m still not over my dad and I’ve already gotten my revenge.” She spoke, finally looking you in the eye.

“I put on a mask Infront of everyone. It was a fresh start, I didn’t need my emotions to get in the way. Behind the scenes I was drowning in my own tears every night. It’s not so bad anymore but I still miss them a lot, and I still can’t allow myself to forgive them for leaving me.” You spoke. Abby’s face softened into a sympathetic, worried one.

“I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you. It probably didn’t help your grief, and it definitely didn’t help your mind. Me being a dick was the last thing you needed. I am truly sorry.” She spoke.

This was a side of Abby you had never seen before, she spoke with so much care and adoration in her voice, and there weren’t any snarky comments or sarcasm. It was all true to her mind.

“I can’t erase what I have caused and I don’t expect you to forgive me now, or ever. I just hope that one day we can maybe be friends? And start over?” She asked softly, looking in your eyes with care and concern.

“I’d like that.” You replied.

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Tysm for reading part 2! This was mainly flashback based, but I feel like it was necessary for your backstory. Part 3 will hopefully be out before the end of the week. Lmk if you wanna be tagged! 🫶

Also, they have gotten rid of the gif I used :{

Tag list:

@lia-winther @paqerings @littlegingerperson2 @gaptoothedlesbo

#abby x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #the last of us #post outbreak abby #enemies to lovers #ellie williams

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burnt-outtransgender · 5 months ago

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The Fable SMP images in my mind when listenening to Arkansas Daughter

Take a swim in the water

> lil’ Percy and Rae/Theo

Dear Arkansas daughter

> cue S1 Cas and Rae

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes

> Rae talking about Caspian and Aax

You who bares all your teeth in every smile

> Rae talking about Fenris

He says, "I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me"

> Rae talking about Caspian and him

While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street

> Fenris helping with Rae’s hair and vise versa

And in your dreams, we are shooting at snakes

> Everyone trying to make jokes about their memories coming back in dreams

And while you were asleep, I was surely awake

> Rae admitting he perpetuated his coffee addiction- much to everyone’s disappointment

I was talking at a cigarette, there's nothing left to say

> Rae seemingly deflating after going on a tangent

But he should have been there anyway

For I didn't sing a single song all day

> S2 Caspian and Aax being depressed because Rae left

As my love for you dies

As my love for you is steadily dying

As sharp and serious as a pistol in the eye

> Rae having a nightmare of Fable’s assholery from when he was a kid

My heart is full of swords

Full of, full of swords

> Fenris being sad

Your love, it knows the Lord

> Fenris/Centross having a quiet moment on a double date with Ghaae and Centross being sappy

Tie my hands, and I knock my knees as I kneel down

I kneel down in the sea

To the ocean floor, I will sink

Like a steel chest full of weapons

> Aax being depressed about Ulysses and hiw she treated him before

And on the spine of the tide

You will rise like a red ripe, red ripe apple

Take a swim in the dirty water

> Cas and Rae being warned by Ulysses to ve good to Aax

Dear Arkansas daughter

Take a swim in the dirty water

Darling child, true love of mine

> them at their wedding

As my love for you dies

As my love for you is steadily dying

> Rae finally deletes Fable’s number from his comm

Darling child, true love of mine

True love of mine

> Rae with his partners and kids :)

#WORDS!!!!#sorry for long post #but this has been buzzing in my brain for a while #fable smp #fablesmp #fsmpblr #fsmp #rae morningstar #caspian solcrest #fenris nightingale #aax themist #caelan vs my music taste

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mccoys-killer-queen · 6 months ago

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Seeing Styx for the 3rth time (plus John Waite and Foreigner for the 1st times)

I drove 2.5 hours to Holmdel, New Jersey for this show bc Styx hates Pennsylvania this year ig and this is the highest amount of money i have ever paid for a concert ticket and it was FUCKING. WORTH EVERY PENNY.

I need to listen to more of The Babys

JOHN SOUNDS SO GOOD WHAT IN THE FUCKKKK

I'm seeing him again in October and I can't wait now

the official L*ve N*tion press portal said that Styx was the headliner for this show and they FUCKING LIED

After John went offstage they UNVEILED LARRY'S PIANO AND I GENUINELY WASNT EXPECTING THEM TO BE NEXT SO I SCREAMED SFNGOESIRNGER IT WAS A LARRY JUMPSCARE

I should also mention there IS NO PIT at this place and the stage is LOW to the ground like 4-5 feet off the ground and the stage is SMALL too ?????? So i was like AAAAAAAAAA??? I'M GONNA BE SO CLOSE TO THEM (I was 3rd row) like I was literally 10 feet from the stage maybe a little less even

I did text Larry earlier in the day, saying like "see you tonight! I'll be the one in the Gowan shirt!" like I did last year in Allentown, but I checked really close to them coming on and he hadn't seen it

HOWEVER

WHEN THEY CAME OUT ONSTAGE

LARRY CAME RIGHT TO THE FOOT OF THE STAGE

AND POINTED AT ME

and just seemed to genuinely happy to see me and was motioning at me and nodding like he FUCKING REMEMBERED ME, GUYS

immediately after that I got Terry's attention and pointed at my shirt and his face went from joy to surprise and he mouthed "oh, wow !"

sometime before the first song was over, Tommy was standing behind JY and we made eye contact and he gave me a :O ! face he's so precious

tommy's so fucking beautiful i got to see him up close for the first time and gawwwwdddddddd pleaseeee i could see every fucking curl and detail of his face and his tattoo and hhhghghghrhhghhhhh i wanted to cry he's just so breathtaking

he's also sO TINY LIKE I KNOW WE SAY IT ALL THE TIME BUT SEEING HIM UP CLOSE I WAS LIKE HOLY FUCK HE'S SKIN AND BONES AND COMPACT AND TONED AND PETITE AS ALL HELL ANYWAY-

Too Much Time On My Hands- Tommy does his "is it any wonder I'm not a criminal?" then points at Larry and goes "A CRIMINAL MIND!!!!!!!!!!" and i guarantee you i'm the only one in the crowd who knew what he meant so he acted all bashful like "who, me?" and then POINTED AT ME AND HELD IT AND WAS BOPPIN WHILE POINTING RIGHT AT ME BC OF THE THE GOWAN MENTION

When Larry went into Lady, Terry fucking pointed at me and mouthed "LADAYYY" he wants me so fucking bad you guys

Larry did not sing Lady to me this time but Terry did so that's an even bigger win

during Lady when Larry does his "take me gently into your arms" and hugs JY, when Larry was coming over to him to do that, JY kept scooching away and i fucking died nfgonsfoginsg but JY leaned into the hug they're so cute i love these old men

god seeing JY up close was ethereal as well he's just such a softie

I don't remember what point he did this but JY also made eye contact with me and gave me the same :O !! face tommy gave me pls i love him sm I'm so elated I got his attention

Larry didn't play Khedive and I'm SO SALTY ABOUT IT GUH WHEN DID THEY DECIDE TO CUT THAT

Tommy and JY doing their twiddly fingers at the end of the one song

saw the Tommy tiddies with my own two eyes and at one point he realized he was showing too much of his chest and tugged at his shirt so there wasn't that big of a gap whehehehh

Chuck wasn't there :(

AND THEY CUT LOST AT SEA TOO GUH

WHY COULDN'T THEY HAVE BEEN HEADLINING LIKE L*VE N*TION SAID THEY WERE

anyway anyway it just felt so intimate this time and i had a blast and they're so funny and i would die for them

when Larry introduced the band he did Tommy first and said "this man right here gave you some of the best songs of the 20th century :')" and Tommy just looked at the crowd and mouthed "sorry" and i can't stop laughing at that fgndsofignregnae

just random moments of Larry pointing at me and dancing at each other

god hearing The Best Of Times live for the first time ever was ethereal as well they had tommy doin his little distorted "with you toniiiiight, with you toniiiiiiight" and seeing his solo from that it was just ughhhhh i'm so glad i got to see it

tommy also moved around a LOT more than he did last august thank god I got to be 10 feet away from him

Larry's crazy eyes during Mr. Roboto PLEEEEEASE

went nuts when he stood up on the piano IT'S HIS THAAAAANG

I'm still so salty they weren't headlining but i can say this was absolutely my favorite styx show I've been to

I did hold up my print of Tommy's portrait at the end again and Larry definitely saw me and bid me farewell pretty much when I blew him a kiss but Tommy didn't see the print tho he was SO CLOSE TO MEEEEEEE GRAHHHHH

Tommy being like "a lot of people in the crowd look our age and that's so nice to see you guys still comin out and supporting us"

THEY'RE ALL JUMPIN TOMMY'S KICKIN HIS LEGGY AND JY DID A JUMP AND LARRY AND TOMMY SHUFFLIN AND AAAAAAAA

anyway after Styx i chugged a boozy slushie and water and scarfed down a pretzel in the grass and then it was time for Foreigner

I went down after their first 2 songs and in the middle of their 3rd song (Dirty White Boy) I opened up my phone and saw Larry had texted me 3 minutes prior

I saw the notification and I literally started screaming at the top of my lungs and jumping up and down because HE GOT OFFSTAGE LIKE 40 MINUTES AGO AND HE'S TEXTING ME ALREADY ????????

he said "it was so nice to see you (and that shirt) right from the start of the show!" and when I tell you I started crying I was SOBBING bc the last thing he said to me in Ottawa before we parted ways was "we'll see you somewhere on the road!"

He makes me feel so special and I felt like I was back in Ottawa that night again because I just felt so elated and appreciated by one of my favorite people ever like here i was 3rd row at a foreigner concert sobbing to myself because I was getting texts from the frontman for Styx not long after their set

Larry knows who I am it's official and I love him so much you guys

Anyway after that I was getting super into Foreigner and Kelly is a slut

he literally let a lady spank him from the crowd like he WANTED HER TO IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA he bent over and patted his butt, urging her to smack him and she did a few times and fucking died fgbndfkjgnsfogs

he also put his ass right over where fog was coming out of the floor so it looked like it was shooting into his ass like Kelly stoppppp

I also love Bruce i never knew who he was until last night but he's my fav

I KNEW KELLY WENT ON A PLATFORM FOR JUKEBOX HERO BUT I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CROWD ??????? that was a religious experience

so was I Want To Know What Love Is, and they had a high school choir singing with them

it was impossible to find the busses afterwards bc the way this place was set up had the busses on a dead end street behind the venue that was blocked off with No Trespassing signs and a security guard so- and it was impossible to get around the OTHER side bc it was just a hill

anyway Larry even texted me again before I got back to the parking lot and I screamed again but he just shared my story and sent me his memoji as always lol (plus he liked my message where I told him to say hi to Terry for me)

I need them again already

#concert log #styx #styxposting

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jmdbjk · 2 years ago

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[...aggressively posts the thoughts of boss man of JIMIN FANCLUB...]

There he is! Yes, it is Chief Executive/Chief Hypeman (not to be confused with Hybe... puh-lease)/Chief ball-juggler/the one and only Jeon Jungkook... [applause APPLAUSE applause] thank you, thank you very much.

[also aggressively crops out the weverse logo]

Some of us were reticent to speak out loud about whether JK would do a live (because Jimin left the country) for fear of being called delulu... but when we all came online... lo and behold... everyone else had the same thoughts... As everyone is saying... two is a coincidence but three times? It's a thing y'all.

It's also not a coincidence that he was playing a Muni Long song in his underwear folding live last month. We should all learn by now, when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook, there are no coincidences.

I love the way he mangled the rap parts! He's one of us!

Is it just me or does that ray of light traveling up the side of his head give Like Crazy MV vibes?

He sang and hummed Angel Pt. 1 intermittently between other songs and chatting throughout this live.

I noticed a few changes in Kook's surroundings and I wonder, since the stalker food delivery scare, I wonder if they've come up with some new guidelines for broadcasting lives from their homes? Use an opaque drink container; point the camera away from areas that show personal affects; keep the volume low enough that you don't disturb your neighbors (this makes me laugh because he has been notorious for potentially disturbing the peace for YEARS!). He received a "semi" complaint. Semi...

Imagine having the retched luck of buying/renting an expensive and very nice apartment in a very nice part of the city... and your punk neighbor is constantly playing loud music/singing in the wee hours of the morning? (have no fear neighbor, he won't be living there forever).

Not a coincidence when Jimin was cautious about being too loud in his own apartment during his #1 BB100 live at 3:30 a.m. Why? He knew that JK received this semi-complaint. If they aren't together, they are surely up in each other's DMs all day. I digress.

I wonder if Kookie is finally listening and following a few of these guidelines? We won't call them rules because I think to Kookie they are just "strongly recommended suggestions" quote/unquote. But perhaps its time he heeds some of these suggestions. I know Hobi would be proud.

Except he was belting out Taeyang's song so he forgot he was supposed to be keeping the volume low hahahahaha.

Kookie cooking a lot lately, gaining weight, no big deal, he can just lose the weight (after all he's a 25 year old male with a mesomorph body type). He says he is back to working out and having to "kind of" have to go back to maintaining his body. His right shoulder is giving him a little issue with tightness but it needs to get better quickly because.... he didn't say.

He reminds us he's not on that old dusty boring Instagram app anymore but he looks at weird and wild TikTok these days (lord help us). But is probably where he saw the Jimin Summoning challenge.

He saw a comment "We're so sorry"... does this mean Weverse Armys finally got the memo about being total dumbasses in the comments in the past and are cleaning up their act now?

Songs he listened to/sang today: Charlie Puth x Dan+Shay: That's Not How This Works; Imase: Night Dancer (JK made a comment that they needed to make songs like this); Taeyang: Seed (In Your Heart); Seventeen: Son Wukong; Taeyang: Shoong!; TWICE: Cupid; Seventeen: Let's Fight.

This made me laugh (turn up the volume):

He mentions Hobi finishing his basic training...

He let out a decidedly resigned sigh and said:

And then he did an military marching chant... and it just occurred to me... JK would make a good drill leader. If that's even a thing?

Right, Kookie... we'll never notice... we'll just be bawling our eyes out every time we see it get shorter and shorter knowing what's coming.

Overall, he looked upbeat and in a very good mood, no low points or withdrawn moments. A lot has happened between the last time we saw him live and now. It seems like he's in a very good and positive frame of mind. He said he would be back soon.

I will leave you with Kookie butt-wiggling in his chair:

#i wish for a jungkook x dan+shay collab #almost thought his lip ring was gone but it is still there #do wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo #jungkook #jikook #jimin #angel pt 1 #Boss Man Jimin Fan Club

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moonchild-in-blue · 1 year ago

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who is this sleep token band?? i am interested and would love to know about then 👀

this is also a bad ice breaker of trying to make friends on here

Hello friend! 💙💫 Thank you so much for this question - you have no idea what can of worms you just unlocked! So you want to join our cult uh? Welcome, there's no way out hehe (kidding. well, half-kidding).

This is just an introductory post, and by no means comprehensive. I'll point you to THIS POST by our lovely resident band archivist/librarian @sleepanonymous for a more in depth and full-fledged explanation on who are they, their story, etc. A long, but very worthwhile read!

So, Sleep Token are an alt/experimental metal band from England. They fuse a lot of heavier rock/metal elements with pop, jazz, funk, the most beautiful piano ballads - even some rap ! Genre is unimportant - the music is great!

They are anonymous, and wish to remain so, which is something we are very serious about, using masks and body paint to conceal their identities, and go by the names of Vessel, ii, iii, and iv (like the roman numerals).

From left to right, in order: iv, ii, Vessel, iii.

Vessel - The frontman, vocalist, pianist and composer/writer. He uses a white and red mask, different from the rest of the band, with a matching shoulder piece. His mouth and tits are always out, you'll get used to it. Vessel composes and writes all of the songs, sings, and plays most of instruments on the albums, with the exception of drums, and bass on occasion. He's a musical genius, and has just the warmest, most beautiful voice ever. Vessel never talks, but has giggled like, 3 times already and it's adorable. He dances a lot on stage, like a 5 yo kid on a massive sugar rush. I love him a normal amount <- lies.

ii - our short king, our boba-eyed bean, the best drummer in the scene and I'm not even exaggerating. He is the only one aside from Vessel who is part of the studio recordings, and has composing credits as well. He has the most beautiful round, sparkly blue eyes ever 🥺

iii - TALL AND LANKY, he's the bassist. The most chaotic creature you'll ever meet - he can be seen dancing and twirling, kicking his feet, and being just extremely goofy at all times (except when he's kissing the homies). Sometimes he shouts to the audience and is just hilarious. He's usually on the stage right (our left) in front of the choir. Like iv, he takes no part in the album recordings, but has been with the band since day one.

iv - the fuckboy. The cuddler. The guitarrist. iv is the second shortest of the group, and he's usually on stage left in front of ii (drummer). While he's usually more chill than Vessel and iii, he's also a smooth mofo. It's common to see him fiddle with the mask to tease the fans, or be dragged around stage by iii. He's constantly being kissed by everyone and honestly? Valid. Aside from guitar, he also does the live screams with Vessel, and just like iii, has no part in album recording. iv is actually the 3rd "iv" - he joined them around 2020/21 if I'm not mistaken - but it's safe to assume he's here to stay.

The Vesselettes/Choir - including them because I love our queens. They are the 3 backing vocals/choir who accompany the band on tour. They have been on/off since not too long ago, but they seem to have a more permanent presence lately. They are the only ones who have their personal identities disclosed to the public. They are the Espera group, who are also association with the band Exploring Birdsong.

They have a bit of lore, but most of what you find is fanmade, based on their lyrics, some messages from the band, and just general vibes. According to the band, Vessel (the frontman) was visited in a dream by an ancient deity called Sleep, who dwells within dreams. Sleep promised to bring glory and fame, in exchange for Vessel's worship (which is a tag line used by band and fans alike!). The band serve as living vessels for Sleep, with Vessel being the "main one" (the others are technically called Vessel 2/3/4 but they just go by their roman numerals). Each song is a "token", or offering to Sleep, hence "Sleep Token".

There are many, many people here who do song analysis and connect them to the lore, or offering different perspectives. The songs, mostly romantic/sad in nature, have really no set meaning - everyone's free to interpret as they wish! There are some really amazing posts around here (some by me even oop), if that's your thing!

They have 3 albums - Sundowning, This Place Will Become Your Tomb, and Take Me Back To Eden - who form a story trilogy, Sundowning being their official debut and the start of the story. There are many recurring themes and references, especially in the last album. Before that, they released 2 eps, One and Two, and 2 singles, Jaws and The Way That You Were.

I always reccomend you start with Take Me Back To Eden, their most recent album, as its a perfect showcase of all the different genres and musical artistry they incorporate. After that, you can either start with the albums (the trilogy) and then the eps, or go back to beginning with One (which is how I did it). Either way is perfectly valid! You can also just listen to random songs and then go from there, but I strongly advise you to listen to the albums in full for the best experience possible.

There's really only one rule in the fandom so to speak, that I really need to mention, which is do not reveal or mention any of the members' irl identities. Unfortunately, it's increasingly impossible to not come across their names and faces on the internet - Google and Pinterest are not your friends. Twitter is also not the best. If you do see something, or stumble upon any side-projects of any of the guys aside from Sleep Token, do not mention it. Just pretend you didn't see anything, and leave it be. The band has been very adamant in their wish to remain anonymous, so as fans it's our responsibility to respect their one request.

This is a bit to take in, but hopefully it can point you in the right direction! If there's anything at all that you wish to know, or are confused by, do not hesitate to ask!! I'm always glad to help more people get into our favourite cryptics, and there are plenty of lovely, lovely people around here who do too! Tumblr is usually pretty chill and friendly, so don't be afraid to interact with people. Everyone is welcomed in the Tumblr Creechur Corner 😚

And of course, above all, have fun!!! Worship 🖤

#I HOPE THIS HELPED #feel free to drop another ask if you need anything else!#also pls do take your time browse around - there's so many great writers and artists and just lovely people in general here!#we're all friendly and anxious and don't bite (unless asked hehehe)#darya answers #sleep token #sleep token origins

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ultraericthered · 1 month ago

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Relating to these recent posts on Magnifico.

I decided to give the Deluxe Junior Novel of Wish a purchase to see how the story of the film fared in written form in a book based on what seems to have been the final script for the film, meaning the text of the book would even include stuff that got left on the cutting room floor for the theatrical cut of the film we got. While some stuff didn't really change (Sabino is still an epic waste of a character), some stuff was for the better (a lot of Valentino's dumber lines aren't present, and in general there are less forced callbacks to Disney movies that weren't the old princess fairy tale movies), and some stuff is just lost due to the change in medium (we can't hear any songs, yet the climax of the story still describes everyone in Rosas united in singing a song!), it overall gives validity to my idea that even the Wish that Disney and the filmmakers ultimately settled on, even if mostly shallow and not Fully Fulfilled, was meant to be more than the hacked up form it ended up being delivered to us in. Like, there had to be under 20-something minutes of film that didn't make it in, which threw the pacing of the story and sequences out of whack.

And in particular, King Magnifico reads like a more solid and well realized character on the page when compared to in the movie.

- Because we have no animation and voice acting to go by, his early interactions with Asha don't really paint him as a super nice guy save for when he tries to relate to her regarding her father's passing, bringing up how he lost his entire family and home when he was young, and that it's why he founded Rosas to not simply give safety and comfort to the people who come to live there, but to keep their wishes safe from any outside forces, disasters or tragedies that might harm or break them, something we later learn he's readily willing to compromise on. Otherwise, it's easier to read into the douchier, more condescending and dismissive things he says to Asha, and to catch on that he keeps a whole bunch of wishes locked away for his own happiness even before the other shoe drops.

- While I thought it was pretty clear in the movie what he was doing wrong, the novel stresses that him choosing to not grant certain potentially high risk wishes with his magic is itself not wrong so much as is the petty excuse-making his comes up with to rationalize classifying as high risk and not granting perfectly decent and likely harmless wishes, but the focus is laid on the fact that he doesn't return the wishes he won't grant back to their owners, will not ever let them so much as see their own wishes for themselves so that they can remember them again, keeping them living and dying with the false hope that their turn may yet one day come all while the memory of their wish, that lost part of their very selves, remains forgotten. Asha's full line to him that sets him off, already cut short by the king himself, was cut short in the film. It's "They deserve more than just false hope. And no matter how hard the journey might be, they deserve a chance---". Makes it clear what Magnifico was ruling out.

- The part where he first goes for the tome of forbidden magic plays out a little different. He doesn't say "Everything I do is to make sure that THAT never happens again!", he's cast as a hypocrite because Amaya has her line about how he himself has said in the past "forbidden magic is not the way" yet when he feels that his place of power and the management of his system that dictates Rosas' way of life has fallen under threat, he's willing to go back on this. To give him comfort and talk him down, Amaya says "You are not that powerless boy you were. You are a mighty sorcerer who commands great magic", suggesting that Magnifico's perceived weakness and lack of control is the big sticking point for him regarding his past trauma, following that with "but this book...with it, you know you risk magic controlling you", a more clarifying version of the line she said in the film. The book itself would not brainwash or curse or possess him - the magic from it that he'd intake into himself would intoxicate his mind, in essence commanding him to cast it for whatever uses he'd have for it. Which works to accelerate the corruption of the sorcerer's heart, but doesn't instigate it. The sorcerer has to choose that for himself.

- While I love "This Is The Thanks I Get", its absence means there's no drastic shift to Magnifico being comedically vain and cartoonish, thus his psychotic break is described in words and the sequence with Asha having to hide from him and flee the castle without his notice is given actual suspense. In text form, Magnifico's manic episode that leads him to unsealing the forbidden spellbook is actually kind of chilling: he does everything that'd normally soothe his mood - filling up the model of Rosas with magical mini people, making suits of armor grovel before him, looking at his reflection in the mirror and even having the reflections sing his praises, and of course, playing around with the wishes in the observatory - and this time, none of it is enough to make his fury subside. So the forbidden magic is left as the only thing that could make him feel any better, more powerful and in control, and in this version he doesn't choose to unseal it only after it's caught his eye in that very moment: his mind turns back to it on its own because it's what he believes to be his best recourse for getting himself, and things in his kingdom and with his people, back under control after all else is seeming to fail him. Not exactly the total of motivation I'd have preferred, but I'll take what I can get here.

Incidentally, one sentence during this part is "He let them live in the kingdom for free - he didn't even charge them rent!". Erin Falligant had to have just known how meme-worthy that particular lyric was!

- When Magnifico is at Asha's house, the threat he poses is less undercut than in the film, as instead of Asha knocking the bookshelf on top of him, she simply knocks it down in front of him to block his way as he's moving towards Star, which gives Star the opportunity to flee along with Asha, Sakina, and Sabino. And the number of soldiers posted outside isn't given, leading us to assume he brought more.

- The escelation of Magnifico's self-corruption and the evil he commits with his green magic is well detailed, including the way he essentially kills sentient soul pieces by crushing the magic bubbles they're encased in and absorbing their energy into himself to feed the power within him and keep himself invigorated. Still not a fan of the useless "look for a way to break the magic's hold on Magnifico" quest that Amaya and Dahlia do later, but I like the way what the spellbook says about the magic is phrased - "Embrace that which is forbidden but once, and you surrender to it for eternity." It's like becoming the Dark One and being tethered to the dagger for the power it grants, and to emphasize that this was Magnifico's own choice and fault, the novel tells us that "it was too late to rescue the king from himself."

- But the best part is at the climax, and it's the version of it that was also included in the Graphic Novel and in Recipe For Adventure yet got editted out of the film. There's a nice dark joke about Magnifico amplifying his voice with magic so that he can be heard by the masses of Rosas, then after he blasts Amaya there's the part where Star successfully frees a wish from the evil magic forcefield only for Magnifico to grab it back and crush it in front of everyone and expose to them all that he's the one who'd been threatening, breaking and eating the wishes. Then as he's pulling Asha towards the tower, he has the "Where were you when I needed you back when I was young? Why did it take HER for us to meet?" bit with Star, and after sucking Star into the finial of his staff and making his reflection dominate every mirrored surface in the kingdom, mocks Asha's pain with "It hurts, doesn't it? It really, really hurts! But I feel great, and that's all that matters!", which leads to him creating the vines that run down the castle and abusing the defunct wishes for his pleasure. From that we get the thing that actually bridges Magnifico's current villainy with his debut, with Asha pleading with him to stop because he promised to protect those wishes at all costs. "I did say that, didn't I?" Magnifico responds as he gazes down at the wishes and sighs, almost seeming about to show regret, only to then say "I should thank you, Asha. If you hadn't challenged me, I would still think I needed everyone's trust, and the closest I could get to happiness was being near their wishes. I never would've realized I could just TAKE what I wanted for myself!", and announce to everyone in Rosas "You hear that? I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOU ANYMORE!" Immediately following this is Magnifico blocking out the stars and having thorns grow out from the vines to put his people in bondage, as well as doing some nasty victim blaming of Asha while she's sobbing. "It's because of HER that you've all lost everything!" In general this part is more dramatic and gives an even stronger showing of Magnifico's cruelty while also tying it all back to the start and laying bare what the king's true nature was all along - he'd never wanted to hoard all those wishes to protect them and to ensure the happiness, security, and well-being of the people he ruled over. He'd been doing that to protect himself, always placing his own happiness and security above everyone else's. "What's best for Rosas" was always "What's best for ME", and he always conflated the two. So even before unsealing the forbidden magic and going fully evil, he was a selfish narcissist to the core, and used these circumstances he was faced with as an excuse to indulge in the worst of his nature that he'd been keeping checked and repressed for so long. This makes his comeuppance and imprisonment feel that much more earned.

So overall, Literary King Magnifico is the best King Magnifico, though animated Chris Pine voiced Magnifico is still the most fun.

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hi hello so idk who to ask or where to ask so i ask here but feel free to ignore this, but do you know any other bands that does scream similar to IV's (not older project of his, just any other band)? bc idk where to look for that or what to search for so yeah

thank you thank you have a good day!! <3

Hi Anon 🖤🎵 TY for the ask. I am the self-proclaimed worst at genres and anything with music in a technical sense, but I do have some music recs for you. I ended up making a Spotify Playlist (Dylon and Tyson are not affiliated with Sleep Token in any way).

Its a little tricky because the band of IV's that I mentioned in that one post is deathcore as well, but literally any two deathcore bands are going to sound fairly different (to me at least). If I try to stay similar to the same genre/sound and vocals then one band (that baby Ves may agree) with is Structures. Not all of their music is screaming only, but I added three songs that are (mostly) to the playlist. Another one (that baby Ves may not agree with) is Born of Osiris. Both bands are more on the progressive side of the deathcore genre, but IMO IV is about right between the two vocalists in range (or at least he was in 2021, I'm willing to bet he's expanded his range since). Because both bands are from North America, the accents are going to vary slightly from IV's (as with nearly every other band I suggest).

Structures and BoO have been around for a while, but a newer band that has a similar sound and vocal style is Allt. The vocalist has a similar style as IV (to me at least). If you're willing to switch the genre up a bit but keep a similar sounding vocal then maybe give a band like Thrown or Alpha Wolf a try.

If some clean vocals (regular singing, not screaming) are alright then I'd also recommend a few more bands, like I Prevail, Currents, Architects, and Opal In Sky. And because I can, I'm also gonna recommend Polaris and Silent Planet 😉

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SLOGAN: Carats are the ones I’ve been waiting for all of my life.

OPENING MENT: “Hello Carats! I’m SEVENTEEN’s Rosie and we’re back once again in Carat Land. We have a really exciting night planned for you so let’s forget about our worries for a while!”

DEBATE NIGHT: Cold food VS Hot food

“Food always tastes better when it’s hot and fresh.”

“Cold food can get soggy and not taste as good as it did when it first was served.”

Pointing out a carat’s decorated ver3 lightstick

Songs that don’t suit the members

Rosie - DINO’s Last Order

TEAM V

Rosie said the group chat (Consisting of Rosie, Chaewon, and Yunjin) be lively when she sends hao’s antifragile practice.

Their trio name is ropurinz

All the members were squealing when Dino did shut down. The first time he danced to it, she nearly fell out of her chair. The second time, while everyone was squealing, Rosie just stood back and smiled at him.

She was proud of him!

Back it up (PERFORMANCE TEAM)

ate back it up choreo

wore dino’s anyone shirt

stylists just cut it up a bit

literally points to her shirt and then does anyone choreo

takes dino’s sunglasses and wears them herself

it’s literally a rave

the hottest rosie that anyones witnessed

when discussing unit reverses to give the other members time to change, they kept talking about rosie rapping

wonwoo: “she thinks she can’t rap but she can.”

“i am not a good rapper.”

hid behind dino with her hands on his shoulders as they showered her with compliments

except even he was complimenting her

teared up when seeing Woozi cry.

sobbed when hearing Carats sing To you

ENDING MENT: Did everyone have a good time? Are you guys tired of us yet? Do you want to go home? It has been so much fun spending time with you today. I’ve been using our time off to reflect and better myself for our carats. There may be times where I disappoint you, where I lose my way. But I ask carats to please be patient with me, stay at pace with me, and trust me. Please just always be by my side. And I know I say this all the time but I want to be an idol that you can be proud of. So I’m trusting you to tell me when I’m not doing well. Thank you for sticking with us all these years, there really is no one else like carats. And to my dear members, I love you guys so much. I can’t see myself living life any other life than this one, having 13 best friends by my side. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I will always follow you anywhere you go. And ummm, I’m not sure what else to say cause I still want to have words left for the next two days. So for now, make sure to take care of yourselves and live happily. Rosiehae~

jumpy baby during healing and fighting.

dancing with wonwoo

handed out peach snacks along with valentines day-like cards with sweet messages on them

SLOGAN: I love Carats. Carats are my life.

pointing to dino because their outfits match

OPENING MENT: Hello, I’m Rosie. It is day number two so let’s continue to have more fun, let’s not get tired out.

DEBATE NIGHT: Everything in life is 3x VS Everything in life is 1/3

vernon said he’s minimal which caused rosie to stand up with her hand raised

“I AGREE! 3x is more simple but then there’s ⅓…. Why is it necessary to use such complex math?”

Seungkwan: That’s just you, Jangmi.

“Real and True. But am I wrong?”

carats cheer for her

“3 times more sleep! 3 times more love to share! 3 times more video games!

“I feel like there’s no winner in this debate, there are so many pros and cons to each topic.”

when talking about dino’s razor, rosie giggled while petting his chin.

TEAM T

teased last order by waving.

dino blushed and had to turn around

“I”ve had this prepared since the first time he performed it.”

“The song is so good!”

Dino: “But she won’t let me see it!”

Mingyu: “She won’t let anyone see. I don’t even think any of us has a video of her practicing it.

when it was rosie’s turn to answer, dino had grabbed her arm and told her that her shoelaces were untied. he tried to slow her down because he wanted her to lose.

had to hold onto seungkwan when dk did pink venom.

was laughing at hoshi’s hamtaro cover so hard that she started crying and had to lay on the stage to calm down

“i feel like hoshi just lost his dignity”

rosie thought the sunflower seed pillow was a penguin until he acted like he was eating it

teased last order a little bit more during back it up

grabbed dino by the collar of his jacket

feeling herself

winks galore

scrunchy face

brushing off her shoulders

hips don’t lie

ENDING MENT: Has it really been two days already? I really am the happiest when on stage, in front of carats and beside my family. It’s really crazy seeing these montages of us when we were just kids. I really don’t recognize myself. When I look at these pictures, [rosie looks behind her and up at the screen] I kinda get emotional. She was such a scared little girl that I wonder how I ended up this way. I really need to give her a hug and tell her everything is going to be alright. It will be rough but it will pay off in the end and she will be her greatest self and most importantly, happy. I hope these words can comfort you too in some way. If you or anyone is going through a hard time, I just have to tell you that you’re doing amazing and I see you. There will be many hardships throughout your life, but just remember that you are the brightest star. You are the most important person in your life and we all have to love ourselves. For the carats here and offline, we love you so much and no matter what you’re going through, we will always have your back. And I’m really surprised I haven’t cried yet because there’s no way that all these words are just spitting out of my mouth right now. So I’m gonna say goodbye for today before I jinx myself. Stay safe and healthy. Rosiehae~~

SLOGAN: Carats are the water that makes Rosie flourish!

OPENING MENT: Hello, I’m Seventeen’s Rosie! It is the final day of carat land. Are you tired yet? No? Good! Thank you for spending your precious time with us, let’s end on a high note!

DEBATE NIGHT: An eagle who can’t fly VS A sparrow that can fly anywhere

“What is a bird without its wings? It’s like Seventeen without Carats.”

everyone cheers for her.

the members praise her so much that she starts getting embarrassed

tries to hide under the table

TEAM T

dino and rosie had to answer at the same time

literally grabbed her by the waist so vernon could get ahead

doing everything for her to lose

tickling her so she fell to the ground

lays there and doesn’t bother to get up

“This is just straight-up sabotage”

“For this, you’ll never see last order”

team t lost

they saved rosie for last

jumping up and down for coups

hyped seungkwan up for the eve

poked wonwoo’s face glitter

“his backpack is so cute”

she got more nervous as all the members took their turn

THE8: “the long awaited, last order”

“well now i’m actually nervous. i don’t think i can do it”

Dino: “you can do it!”

Seungkwan: “rosie can do anything! don’t be nervous.”

her cover is an exact replica of dino

she got his facial expressions and hand gestures

dino didn’t really react the first time she did it.

he wanted to make sure he was paying attention to her every move

all the members stood to their feet when she was done

she was out of breath. and embarrassed

kneeled in front of dino out of pure embarrassment

DK: “don’t be embarrassed! it was perfect!!!”

can’t believe she just did that

and HAD TO DO IT A SECOND TIME

dino sat at the front of the stage to watch her do it again

he was smiling and clapping

rosie proving herself as a member of performance team

dropped to the floor again when she was done

dino kneeled in front of her while rubbing her back

Dino: “it was amazing! it was worth the wait.”

“i want to die”

Dino: “if anything, i should be embarrassed. i didn’t realize i made all those gestures.”

Seungkwan: “you do.”

“yes you do.”

“LETS GO!”

flexing her neck and cracking her knuckles before her part

spoiled some choreo for their comeback

pushed dino’s jacket off his shoulder

threw her gloves to carats

staff are not gonna be happy with her

ROSIE’S LETTER FROM HER MOM AND DAD: Hello, this is Rosie’s dad and mom. We haven’t been able to witness carat land for ourselves yet but I hope our precious girl (and her boys) knows we are watching online with a smile on our faces. Her old man’s korean is still pretty rough but I please bare with me here. We really can’t believe Seventeen is going into their 9th year. It really feels like yesterday that we were getting settled in Korea and sending our daughter off to train everyday. Thank you boys for always watching out for our babygirl. She’s turned out to be an amazing woman that our family and carats love so much. Members and carats, please continue to make music forever and protect our daughter throughout the rest of your journey. Despite what she may think and tell herself, your father loves you and is proud of you. You will always be our greatest achievement in life. Please stop saying sorry to me, I would much rather hear thank you from now on. That’s an order! From Rosie’s mom and dad who love her, seventeen, and carats very much.

the second they started showing their parents messages, she gasped and covered her mouth

teared up reading everyone’s letters to the members

kneeled on the floor with her hands folded

when it got to her parents letter, she swear she felt the whole dome spinning

laughed at her fathers handwriting

because she could tell when her father was writing and it switched to her mothers

her dads is so messy while her moms is neat

lost herself when he told her to stop saying sorry

couldn’t finish the letter and just broke down

she was still crying when they started doing their ments

there was a lot of pent up emotions so she just let it all spill out

as she did her ending ment, she took several pauses to cry and collect herself

even her makeup was running

dk and jeonghan helped clean her face up with tissues

didn’t care that the whole world was seeing her in such a vulnerable state

ENDING MENT: Wow. I really didn’t see that coming, the messages from our families. I feel like a crybaby right now ew. I probably look really ugly right now and for that I am sorry. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. I’m supposed to be a person you look to for strength, but even now I can’t be what you need. Just like you depend on us, we depend on carats love and trust between our members to keep going. I really love everyone in this room so much. It was so hard reading my dads message. The reason why I work so hard and exert myself is to make my carats and my family proud. Especially my dad. I’ve always felt so in debt to him, because our family stems from a line of doctors and I had to be the one to break that cycle. So I always feel guilty and sorry to him and even begin to question myself and my path. And he never expresses his feelings like he did in that letter so now I feel like my hard work has finally paid off. It only took almost a decade but I am content now. I love and miss you mom and dad. Carats, thank you for always sticking by our side and loving Seventeen unconditionally. I love you and I will keep working hard to make you proud. Until my last dying breath. We will see you in April. Rosiehae~

started crying again whens he said rosiehae

her eyes were so red and puffy

hugged each of the members during the encore

the tightest hugs ever

literally the grip is insane

its always awkward when she hugs the members but tonight was different

had a basket full of single preserved roses

handed them out to carats all over the dome

acted like she was going to give one to dino but instead through it to the crowd

did the fighting dance with vernon and dino

a night she will remember for the rest of her life

#justmochi: rosie #rosie.misc #rosie.caratland #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member #fake seventeen oc #fake seventeen member #svt oc #fake svt member #fake svt addition #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop

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