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slamsuckingslut · 3 months ago

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can i request a willne x fem!reader where theyre fwb but they both end up catching feelings so they stop being fwb but now theyre jealous when the other person is with anyone else?

if not, thats totally okay!⭐️

thanks so much!🩵

OF COURSEEEE i love this goofy guy and his stupid little mullet smsm ♥️♥️

A/N; I didn't really add many speaking parts cause i haven't ever written for Will before and i gotta speed run watch more of his videos later and i might come back and edit this. Pls us ur imagination on what you think he would say during parts. Also, it's more like Will silently hating the dudes y/n goes out with and y/n being like "he alone.. i could fix that." Then blah blah blah READ THE STORY.

NSFW AT THE END OF THE STORY, I MARKED WHERE IT STARTS SO ANYONE WHO DOESN'T WANT THAT PART CAN SKIP IT !!

WillNE x fem!Reader

Y/n used; no real description of how they look besides being a woman, use ur imagination.

Being friends with benefits with Will is like being friends with him.. Just with sex included.

The mutual agreement to not catch feelings was followed by the both of them.

Kind of.

If it wasn't for his pretty smile or sweet laugh, or y/ns usual sweet attitude towards him or her (e/c) eyes that stared so tenderly at Will whenever they were together.

Maybe if they both were more careful about how they thought about the other, they could've worked it out. Instead. They're just friends again now. Really. Really awkward and jealous friends.

Months of sleeping with eachother like lovers then acting like friends again the next day turned into months of jealousy and awkwardness, and avoidance. Will hated the guys y/n saw, y/n hated when she saw or heard about Will trying to go on dates again. Months of jealousy mixed with want.

But Will is too prideful to admit he's jealous when he hears you're going on a date with a guy, feeling his gut tighten in an uncomfortable knot. And y/n is too awkward to try to speak to Will about how she feels about him, her heart twisting when she notices Will's attempts to go on dates like how he used to before the benefits.

Mutual agreement to not catch feelings turned into mutual want. Or maybe just dislike. Yeah, Will must not like y/n anymore if he keeps avoiding her, right? She can just move on and actually be happy with one of the random guys she goes on a date with.

Nope.

Here they are. Y/n finally tracked down Will and managed to get him to stay for a few minutes.

"Will.. we have to talk."

Y/ns voice was so soft, it gave Will heart palpitations, made his hands sweaty and his face feel hot. He looks at her, he shouldn't like her, she doesn't like him right? It was just a sex thing, then they broke it off. She sees other guys, Will just.. sits and hates them all, knowing he could be better than they could be.

"Alright. Well what is it then?"

Wills voice couldn't help but have an annoyed tone. You have to cover the sound of being in love with something, right?

Y/n stares at him, not really knowing what to say, not having thought out what would be good to say. She thought. Staring. Before blurting out,,

"I want you, Will."

She immediately blushed, looking almost afraid of what Will would say. First they lost having amazing sex together, now what if she loses him as a friend too because she said something dumb like that? No, that wouldn't work.

He stares at her for a second, a cocky but sweet smile slowly forming on his face as he nods.

"You're lucky you're bloody gorgeous, Y/n, or I wouldve been able to move on by now."

He says as he stares at her, carefully putting his hands on her hips. A familiar feeling to y/n that makes her stomach do flips.

She smiles, excitedly almost, as she puts her hands against his chest, leaning into him.

"So.. friends with benefits again or?"

Y/n asks, almost testing if Will wanted more. Or just the sex again. Silently hoping he'd wanted more, but deciding she'd settle for the benefits again if he didn't love her back the same way she loved him.

He stared at her, shaking his head. His arms snaked around her waist, his face close to hers as they stare at eachother, each having their own slight blush.

"More. I hated seeing you with all those other guys.. they seemed like real morons."

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He mumbled as he kissed her, holding her close, practically desperately like he didn't want to share her or let her go again. Y/n happily returned the kiss, her arms slinking around his shoulders as she leans against him.

"My place or your place Lovely? I'll take you to dinner after, like a true boyfriend."

He said softly as he pulled away, his eyes crinkling as he grins widely at her as she nods and smiles back kissing his cheek before pulling away and grabbing his hand.

"Yours, and I'm not one to say no to a free dinner."

He nodded and gently held her hand in his, leading her as they walked.

(magic teleport to Wills place, smut beyond this point so be warned if u dont want that.)

SMUT BEYOND HERE

They barely made it into the door before they were all over eachother. Wills hands groping and grabbing at her as he kisses her hungrily, her hands feeling up his chest as she holds his shoulders and pulls him close.

They slowly make their way to Wills room, discarding their clothes piece by piece on the way there, not caring about the mess.

Will put his hands on the backs of her thighs, picking her up and gently setting her on the bed before crawling on top of her.

He unclipped and removed her bra as he kissed along her neck and collarbone, letting out a little groan as he hears her soft shaky breaths and her hands sliding into his hair and holding it gently.

He kissed his way down to her chest, leaving dark hickeys before kissing down her stomach as his hands slid down to her hips. His fingers carefully hooked and pulled down her underwear, discarding it onto the floor with her bra.

He carefully cupped her pussy in his hand, teasingly dipping two of his fingers into her, eliciting a soft moan from her. He carefully slid his fingers in, gently moving them in and out, spreading and curling them.

She let out little soft moans as his fingers worked her already soaked pussy, her hands gently gripping and combing through his hair. He pressed a kiss to her lips, slowly turning into a messy makeout as he fingered her.

She pulled away from the kiss after a moment, staring at him with half lidded eyes and a look of pleasure on her face as he continued to gently move his fingers.

"I want you, Will."

"I want you too y/n, more than you know."

He then pulled his fingers out, wiping them off on his boxers, which had a very prominent tent in them. He then slid them down, his cock springing free from his boxers. He discarded them to the floor with the rest of the underwear, giving his cock a few strokes before gently grabbing her thighs.

He hooked her legs around his hips, leaning towards his nightstand and opening the drawer, pulling out a condom. He slipped it on before continuing, carefully lining himself up as he kissed her softly.

"god I want you, Lovely. You're mine now, alright?"

"mhm, of course."

He carefully slid himself in, his forehead against hers as they each let out a moan. Her legs tightened around his hips as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He had one arm supporting him on his elbow beside his head, the other holding her hip as he began gently thrusting into her.

Sweet soft words of love and mutual appreciation were spoken, gentle moans and groans of pleasure, and of course messy kisses as Will thrusted into her gently.

Slowly, they eached worked their way to their climaxes, y/ns happening before Will's, he made sure of that.

He continued to thrust into her even after she finished, whispering soft "almost done lovely"s and "it's okay, you're doing good"s as he slowly reached his peak, stilling inside her as he panted softly and kissed her cheek, his arms wrapping around her waist.

After a few minutes of them cooling down from their releases, he carefully pulled out, discarding the used condom into the trash bin by his nightstand as he cuddled her close.

She smiled softly and cuddled up to him, not really caring they're still naked. She held him close, running her hands through his hair as he gently rubbed her back and waist.

"Wanna rain check that dinner, Lovely?"

"Mhm, yeah. Tomorrow sounds better."

A/N; sorry if its short or messy or too fast, i havent written fanfic in about 3 years 😭 gave it a happy ending cause leaving them to be eternally jealous at the other seemed too peculiar, so boom, they date.

A/N #2; added the smut, sorry if it sucked I haven't written smut in even longer, maybe 4-5 years, hope u freaks enjoy 🙏 (its actually very sweet i think, not freaky at all)

#willne #x reader #willne x reader #youtuber #fem reader #implied smut #please i tried my best #i need him #i wanna slobber on him

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esmedelacroix · 8 months ago

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"I hate it when you're not around,"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

"Even worse when you make me cry" ← previous part

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What Miguel didn't know was that you had already forgiven him. One of the hardest tasks in the world for you was to stay mad at him. You had forgiven him the moment he kissed your shoulder and said the simple words, "I'm sorry," Why? Because you love him. Maybe a little too much.

Most people would think that the words, "I'm sorry" have lost all meaning in your relationship. That the phrase is used by Miguel so much that it is just something he says to avoid disputes. That's not true though. You know that there is gravity behind every "I'm sorry," Miguel says.

That didn't stop the fact that Miguel hurt you. You just wanted him to feel the same pain you did. So you stopped visiting him at work and you stopped waiting for him to come home and just went straight to bed. It killed you not to be able to see him during the day, but you were upset. He made you cry, he deserved it.

. . .

Miguel's POV

Something has been missing from my days. I know exactly what it is but I've been trying to take my mind off of it. But how could I not think about her? My sweet angel that usually visits me is nowhere to be found today, just like yesterday and the day before. It's like eating a pb &j without the j or the pb or anything. It's like my days lose some of their meaning when she's not here with me.

An unfamiliar and chilling gloom cast on my office. Similar to the one that was there before I met the love of my life. It was too often an occurrence where things would be insane at work and it affected my home life with her.

She's never been this upset with me. But I guess once one thing happens over and over you begin to get tired. Is she perhaps getting tired of me? Just when I'd reached the peak of my overthinking spree, Peter B. barged into my office with Hobie, Gwen, and Mayday.

"Alright Miguel we've had enough," Peter started stomping up to me.

"Enough of what," I deadpanned.

"Enough of your sulking and enough of your wife not being here, we're friends with her. We all miss her," Gwen continued.

"You do know why she's so upset with you, right?" Hobie asked.

I finally turned away from my screens and faced the group interrogating me. "Because... I've been working too much?" he answered.

"No, she's used to that. It's because of Justine," Hobie interjected.

"Justine?" he repeated, confused.

"Yes Justine, the girl you keep running to instead of spending time with your wife," Gwen said.

"The girl you keep choosing over your wife," Peter B added.

"The girl you're cheating on your wife with," Hobie interjected.

"Woah woah hold your horses. I'm not cheating on my wife with Justine!? That's absurd! I can barely stand her!" he retired. He didn't raise his voice but his tone was definitely unusually unstable.

"But do you see how she could think that you're choosing Justine over her?" Peter asked.

"I mean I guess so but I was just following protocol," he replied.

"You could've waited until after lunch," Gwen responded.

"She needed a friend the night she went to her universe. I see myself in her. I was only trying to help. I couldn't imagine being with another woman that's not my love," he insisted.

"Well, you have to say that all to her, not us. It sounds like you guys have a bit of a communication problem," Hobie replied.

"Dios mío[my God], I can't believe I'm getting advice from a kid," he whispered to himself.

"Well you better take that advice," Peter answered.

"But she doesn't want to see me," he sighed, sinking down into his seat.

"Do you really believe that?" Peter B asked raising a brow and placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

With that encouragement, Miguel dropped all his work and swung to your home hoping you wouldn't already be asleep. Like the whole universe was against him, little problems kept coming up on the way. An old lady's cat stuck in a tree, bodega robbery, bank robbery, you name it.

None of that would stop him from coming home to you on time.

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next part → "And the fact that you didn't call,"

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kasagia · 6 months ago

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Can you give us a little sneak peak for the next part

My twodear anonymous and @hanadays1234, thank you so much! 😊🖤🩵

Yes, I can. And since I wrote all my exams, I only focus on writing. 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

Nope 🤭🙈 🩵🖤🖤🩵

24.05 Friday or 27.05 Monday. (I have nothing written except what I will give you right now)

Also, who binge watched Bridgerton season 3 and now get inspiration for the new series (for Feyd, I showed you once) instead on focus on the Right Hand? 🤡🙈

Anyway... sneak peak:

Feyd rarely felt pain he didn't like. The years spent on Giedi Prime—or rather, years of enduring his uncle's methods of making him a true Harkonnen, his worthy successor—made Feyd love pain. He found pleasure in it—something he had to learn if he wanted to survive.

But it didn't bring him any satisfaction or pleasure when you pierced his chest with one of his swords. He feels pure pain. Anger, betrayal, and hurt.

He hates the way he falls limply to his knees in front of you. He hates that he still looks at you like you're a saint. He hates that he hopes you'll at least look him in the eyes, as if that would bring him some kind of salvation. He hates how lost he feels now and how he's slowly losing awareness of his surroundings. He hates that even though you stabbed him, all he can do is stare at you, clinging to the sight of you more than to his life.

"This will be the beginning of a wonderful alliance, Lady Y/N."

He feels you unhook your poisoned dagger from his arm. Feyd thinks you're doing it to finish him off. Poetically kill him with the weapon he gave you. He closes his eyes and waits for the final stab or throat slit. But nothing like that happens. He doesn't have the strength to turn around and see exactly what you're doing, but your words alone are enough for him to imagine the scene that is happening behind him.

"I may not be a Harkonnen, but I've picked up a few of their habits. If you want an agreement between us, show me your hand." After your words, he can hear a hiss from Atreides when you plunge the dagger into your joined hands, piercing them both through.

Feyd would have laughed mockingly if he hadn't spent all his energy on breathing slowly. He remembered explaining to you how contracts, such as arranged marriages, were sealed on Giedi Prime. The Harkonnens shook hands and pierced them with swords, thus signing a blood pact. This also applied to marriages and other such things. Blood bound them stronger than any words or signatures on paper. He cursed himself for the fact that, seeing your scared face at his words, he withdrew from this idea and decided to make a verbal agreement between you. He should be the one to bind you with his blood, not Atreides.

The steel in his body rubs against his lower ribs, but it does not damage any major organs. He tries to keep the sword in the exact same position you stuck it in, but he feels like he's going to faint from all the pain, the blood, and the fear for you that he feels now.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

He just hoped like hell that you weren't lying a few moments ago, that this would all turn out to be just one of your games, and that you would soon end Atreides' life. But it's not like that.

"Let this blood be a symbol of our union." Your sweet, dangerous whisper reaches Feyd's ears.

He's raging with powerlessness and anger. That Atreides dog didn't deserve to mix his blood with yours. Only Feyd should be able to do this. Only his black blood should merge with your crimson, staining your joined hands as you swore allegiance to each other. His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

If he hadn't been placed in such a vulnerable state by you, he would have ripped Atreides' heart out with his bare hands for daring to mix his blood with yours. A cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Atreides connecting with you in yet another way. A way Feyd was robbed too many times.

He tries to get up, but he doesn't have enough strength. All he can do is place his hands on the floor, trying to take the weight off his torso. The blade scratching his flesh bothers him much less than the fact that Atreides has the nerve to touch you or that you're blatantly ignoring him while playing whatever game you're playing right now.

"Leave him to me. I want… to repay him for all these years of fulfilling his wishes."

(...)

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha #writing problems #thanks anon!#anon ask

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afreakingdork · 3 months ago

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You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 7

RotTMNT x Reader

It's like there's metaphor in this week's chapter art by @matchstique

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You

Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff

Synopsis: You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?

Also available on Ao3

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“I have an announcement!” Mikey projected. “We are not dating!”

The rest of the lair stared on with various shades of confusion and crestfallen faces while you tried your best to melt behind your friend.

It would have probably gone better if he hadn’t been so stubborn about holding your hand.

You might have also been able to help if he had given you even the tiniest bit of notice that this was how he was going to inform his family.

Instead, after your rooftop reaffirmation and the strangest deal of your life, you’d spent a few days apart where things returned to a sort of norm. Back and forth text conversations appeared in your phone again and you chatted sparingly throughout the day. It led to a Wednesday where he asked if you wanted to come over and hang out on Friday. Not easily agreeing after the last time you saw his family, you had asked him if he’d cleared everything up with them. He’d texted back that they were fine and seeing your new dynamic could help with that. You’d quickly messaged back that your dynamic was supposed to be the same to which he promptly sent you with an ‘exactly!’

For Mikey, the return to normalcy was the start of something new, but his family had perceived your talk to be one of loss. Not that you were trying to read into his text, but the way he wrote it gave the impression that he was sticking it to them. You imagined that based on that, the conversation had probably gone as well with them as it had with you. He was hell-bent on indulging his crush and there was nothing the brothers he was raised with from infancy could do to stop him. Relenting only enough to sound your worries about it being awkward, Mikey then plied you with a million reasons on why it would be comfortable which after about the fifth thing devolved into his sending pictures of random places in the lair.

Mikey: See, the bean bag is a comfy place, no uncomfy here.

Mikey: Microwave open and ready to get you comfy popcorn.

Mikey: Bathroom toilet, moderately clean and ready to serve all your comfort needs.

You’d had to text him several stop messages as if you were putting a halt to an automated system. He completed your request with a laughing selfie before you both worked out what time. The next two days passed in a similar fashion and the day of, you approached your preferred entrance. The manhole cover there was open and a sort of inviting as it led to a line that joined with the abandoned subway. Peering down the pit found Mikey smiling up at you from below. Returning the gesture as you descended, he stepped away as you hit the ground beside him and jokingly said he would be your escort. Happy for it because while you knew the way, it didn’t help how eerie the empty tunnels were, he caught your hand and belted into a full tilt run.

Scrambling after him and crying out his name in a whirling echo, you took all the turns and tripped nearly every few seconds. Mikey yanked your arm off to somehow keep you upright and, within what seemed like a rollercoaster amount of time, you were thrust into the fairy lights that designated the lair. It was a rushed trip up some stairs to the common room where, with you panting, sweaty, and still gripped tightly in the youngest brother’s grasp, Mikey had sung his announcement.

Much to your horror.

And everyone else’s stares.

You weren’t sure which was worse.

“Uh… I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just gonna say it. You musta added a word by accident, bud…” Raph offered with his hand.

“Nope!” Mikey retorted with closed eyes.

They didn’t know.

You could see it on all their faces.

He hadn’t talked to them.

At least not in a way that made sense to reality.

“Yeah, that does not say ‘we’re single.’” Leo pointed at your conjoined hands.

Where you were already straining the connection, you gave a tug which Mikey continued to refuse.

Why was he doing this?

He’d lied.

To your face.

Well, to your phone’s face.

There was no way he could have misconstrued your question.

Where had this all gone so wrong?

“I said what I said.” Mikey huffed.

Splinter clicked his tongue, loud and wet. “Why waste my time!? Still no grandkids! Wake me when you finally marry!”

Turning to you and somehow not seeing the horrors there, Mikey pretended to speak a secret out of the side of his mouth. “The ace thing kinda fell in line with no kids for me, but I am not going to try to explain that to him. No way.”

Splinter had already went slack as if to sleep in his armchair, but the other boys were painted new shades of shock.

As if using a color scale, surprise glossed down the brothers in a degradation. From Leo who seemed openly gobsmacked, then came Raph with a slightly furrowed brow and parted lips that said he knew what the term was, but had never considered. It then reached Donnie where the purple brother’s eyes flicked side to side as if scanning some mental file. Finally reaching April, who without an obvious reaction, instead came a soft encouraging expression to Mikey.

“That right?” Leo muttered, taking a step forward with a half-hopeful smile on his face.

“Yeah, I don’t really get why the ‘not’ part was hard.” Mikey released you so he could gesture with both his hands as if he picked up the word and placed it for examination.

You backpedaled several fearful steps away watching the entire unraveling with dismay.

Clutching what felt like a defiled hand to your chest, you wished to fall into some pit hole you assumed the subway or adjoining sewer had.

Something specifically straight to the center of the Earth where you’d burn up in the core.

Not only had he not discussed whatever the hell the two of you had going on, but he’d somehow neglected to share his newfound romantic and sexual labels.

You were now party to their reveal.

Something you explicitly asked not to be.

Not that you didn’t support him.

This was a family affair and you were new blood.

You had no stake in this.

No say.

Why were you here?

“Obviously the new thing!” Leo griped, coming over.

You tried to step a little more away until one of your feet caught the other and you tumbled.

The others tried to move, but there wasn’t enough time as you hit the ground.

Staring up at the group all in states of hovering, it hit you that you had a large audience for your fall.

Welling up a fountain of tears, you dropped your head and said you needed a drink.

The poorest excuse, you scurried off to the kitchen where you heard Leo grab Mikey in a yelp.

“Nuh uh! Y/N is scared out of their mind! Give them a minute!! What is up with you?”

“Scared?” Mikey’s eyes went a horrified wide. “What? Y/N?” He tried to run again, but Leo still had him.

“Dude, quit! I am not above having Raph sit on you!”

“I can think of something better.” Raph appeared in his hulking form.

“Hell yeah! Finally!” April crooned and, before Mikey could blink, the light was blotted out.

Making sense in little slivers of fluorescence, he realized the others had all locked arms into a huddle with him trapped in the center of it. “No!” He screamed, feeling reduced to his childhood where they had done this when the youngest got away with a little too much. “I am way too old for tot jail!”

“I always wanted in on this! Score!” April whooped, bouncing on the arm tethers of both Donnie and Raph.

“Just… slightly… before your… time…” Donnie wheezed where she’d struck him just right to knock the air out.

“Alright, jail bird, let’s hear it. Sing, ya canary!” Leo ordered, narrowing his gaze down at his brother.

“I’m not going over this again!” Mikey groaned, feeling especially small.

Leo threw his head back for an exasperated groan before he came down with irritation. “CLOSE IT UP!”

Every party took a single step inward which adjusted the size of the cage.

“No!!!” Mikey cried out.

“They want to know about the ace thing, Mikey.” April offered, losing steam at the sight of the youngest’s fear.

It took Mikey a few traumatizing moments to put together what she meant before he looked up with renewed anger. “Why didn’t you just say that?!”

The whole group groaned and overlapped with complaints.

Mikey laughed nervously and had to put quite a bit of effort into not bringing his arms up as a shield. “What… did you want to know?”

“When did you figure that out?” With a nod, Leo signaled the others and the cage disengaged.

Mikey fell over with relief. Laying on his side for a second, his lids lowered. “Kinda had a night long epiphany … uh… 3 nights.. or days? Maybe it was a week or something ago…?”

“You explicitly said you didn’t tell him.” Donnie looked at April.

“I didn’t. I shared my bit, showed him the Wiki, and offered advice on the spectrum.” She was quick to respond.

Raph appeared beside Mikey just as the younger was righting himself. With a large hand clasped onto his shoulder, Mikey was trapped by Raph’s toothy grin. “We’re here for you, big man. Support all the way.”

“Thanks, Raph.” Mikey put his hand over his brother’s and shared a smile before looking to the other three. “You all knew.”

Leo looked the most guilty and rubbed the back of his neck. “From the way you talked that night… It made sense, then… shit…”

“Then Leo and I talked about it right after, with April.” Donnie gave his culpability.

“We weren’t trying to talk behind your back.” April offered. “I started by filling Donnie in, then Leo came by and… it was a whole thing.”

“I wasn’t a part of it.” Raph raised his hands up with his innocence.

“No, I only had to explain to you the different types of attractions.” Leo rubbed a hand down his face. “Look, we’re sorry…”

“I’m not mad.” Mikey glanced around openly. “In fact, I’ve just kinda been sitting here. You guys are worried over nothing.”

Leo gave a dead eyed stare before shaking it off. “Did you want to talk about being ace? You hear that? I specified! No mixing it up anymore, got it? I know when I came out it was a whole thing.”

“Aroace.” Mikey corrected with a small smile.

“Oh?” Leo plopped down beside his brother. “You went all the way. Great job.” Leo held up a fist bump.

MIkey took it. “Still feeling broken, but not as much.”

“You aren’t.” Leo blew the exchange up.

“You really aren’t.” Donnie chimed in.

April did a few little hops in place before she leapt forward to hug Mikey.

He caught her with a gleaming smile.

“I’m so proud!” She gushed. “Oh and one more thing!” She caught his face and yanked so she could send menace straight into his eyes. “It’s fluid your whole damn life so one label isn’t the be all and end all, your feelings could change, understand?!”

“Y-yes…” Mikey choked under the squeeze. “That’s the thing I don’t really like about labels…”

“Good.” April released and flopped down between Mikey and Raph.

Donnie gave a dramatic gasp before kneeling down. “I guess we’re all sitting on the floor now.”

Mikey chuckled. “So I’m good, are you all good?”

“No, what the heck is up with that other thing?” Leo leaned forward, zeroing in on his younger brother. “Oh, sorry! Was I not specific enough!?”

“You already ‘weren’t’ dating.” Raph did the same boxing of the word as Mikey had.

“Ugh!” Mikey rocked back onto his shell. “Our friendship was up in the air! Duh! I jeopardized that and then I fixed it.”

“Fixed it how?” Donnie was the next to give a suspicious gaze.

“We talked it out.”

April folded her arms.

“The judgment in this space!” Mikey soured.

“You’re doing textbook Leo avoidance tactics. I would know.” Leo scoffed with his whole head.

“Because if you don’t get this then you aren’t going to get what it really is!” Mikey exclaimed and then clamped a hand over his mouth. “Please forget.”

“Not happening.”

“Not on your life.”

“You dun messed up!”

“Mikey, what happened?!”

As if dispelling all the little speech bubbles, Mikey flung his hands and waved them in the air. When everyone was thoroughly quiet, he threw a little stink eye to each party before slumping into himself to explain. “This is all new. It’s either a squish-“

Raph held up a finger.

“-ace crush.” Mikey shot him a finger gun and a wink.

Raph turned the hand into a thumbs up.

“Or something else and I need to find out what. You guys… don’t have the best track record in believing in me or letting me figure stuff out on my own.” Mikey rubbed his arm.

That didn’t feel great.

He also had to say it.

He really, really wanted them to let him have this.

He’d already fought enough to convince you.

He wanted his family to be on his side for once instead of trying to protect him.

Bringing his attention up, he caught a clip of the many conversations being had with glances.

The only one not participating was April who was staring right at him. Caught by the look, he watched the moment her lips parted. “What does that mean, Mikey?”

The journalist’s inquisition.

He had mad respect for that. “Like I said, we aren’t dating, but I’m going to feel this out…”

While April had a nose for a story, Leo had one for bullshit. “Mikey…” He warned.

Mikey crumbled. He was always like this when caught. It didn’t bother him, but he wished the others would let him off the hook once in a while. “I wanna experience the whole crush thing. I asked Y/N if I could do that. Go through all the motions. Well, keep doing it. Keep liking them. I want to see what it feels like. I want to know all the highs... and lows… so…”

“But you aren’t dating?” Leo pressed.

“No.” Mikey said firmly as he felt he’d repeated himself on that front enough. “Y/N doesn’t feel the same.”

“If they don’t…?” Raph came alive with distilled concern. “Lows!? But that means you’ll be dumped?! Wait! You want to know…? You want to be dumped?!”

“No! Well-!” Mikey hiccupped on the lie, again wasting away under it. “Kinda… sorta…. Not like exactly but…”

“Mikey! What? Why!?” Raph continued on. “That’s like saying you’re gonna learn how to drive a bus and then settin’ the thing on fire! What are ya thinkin’!?”

“I’m not trying to be sad on purpose!” Mikey pleaded with his older brother. “But I want this! For me! I finally have a chance to experience this! I might not again! I want to see this through! I want to feel normal! I want to see what it’s like to-“

April had her hand on his arm.

He looked down at it and then up to her.

“You’re gonna hate this-” She started.

“I am normal, yeah I know-!” Mikey’s face fell.

She flicked him right in the forehead and he squeaked out in pain.

“Why!?”

“I wasn’t done, fool!” She stared him down and he clamped his mouth shut so she would continue. “It’s not going to be normal, because no one is normal. There’s no right way to care about someone. Look at us.”

“You’ve never given me grief for my emotional shortcomings.” Donnie shrugged.

“Or like… this... just everything here, ALL OF THIS!” Leo got progressively louder and more agitated as he swept a hand over himself over and over. “Man, I hate crushes!”

“They make Leo insane.” Raph agreed.

“And you a walking Godzilla.” April stared with amusement.

“Maybe I should just laugh at volume a million at unfunny jokes.” Raph turned his head away.

“You did not just make fun of me!” April pushed her sleeve up.

“Stop!” Mikey threw his arms out.

The others all resigned to dropping their respective qualms.

“Normal may have been the wrong word, but it works. That’s exactly why I want to do this. How will I react? You all have things! Leo’s crazy! Raph’s powers go wild! April cackles! You know them! I want to see. I want to feel! I want to know where this goes and I’m not going to ask if that’s okay. I’m doing it. This is my choice. I didn’t tell you before, but I’m telling you now. You’re my family and I love you, but this is happening.”

There was a pregnant pause before April dispelled it. “Well damn, how can we say no to that!?” She then tossed an arm over MIkey’s shoulders. “Fine, I’ll let you, but if Y/N messes with you then I’m getting my bat.”

“And I will do my best to stop that.” Leo came next, slinking his arm around Mikey’s carapace. “Doubt it’ll come to that though. I’ve gotten a pretty good read on Y/N and I somehow think you’ll end up breaking their heart.”

“I’ve just emailed you the background check.” Donnie dotted off tapping into a holographic screen. “I did it during my whole ‘they’re definitely totally a villain’ phase, but there’s been no update. I do enjoy the thought of a good shovel talk though…”

“I’ll take that.” Raph pretended as if he was picking up the thought when he instead grabbed the whole of Donnie and pulled him into the group hug. “It’s the eldest’s duty. You can’t take that away from me. It’s Raph’s birthright.”

Tears welled up in Mikey’s eyes. “Guys! This is all I wanted!”

A good squeeze and a few more for extra measure and everyone dispersed.

“Maybe this is more important than I thought.” Splinter huffed into the calm.

“Listening in?” Mikey brushed his legs off as he stood. “Think you can keep an open mind, dad?”

Splinter thought it over for a little too long and April gave him a threatening stare. He returned with a little nervous whine before heaving a large sigh. “Fine, fine. Explain to me the many fake words you came up with.”

“First of all.” Mikey approached, with an outstretched finger. “They’re not fake, that’s lesson one!”

“Doctor Sexuality is in the house?” Leo whooped.

“Absolutely not.” Donnie smacked the back of his head.

“Ew, gross!” Mikey screamed before continuing on his explanation with April lobbying at his side.

Donnie reviewed the trio once before looking toward where Leo had started up an argument about shovel logistics with Raph. A debate went on simply for the sake of it and Donnie gave Mikey’s distracted form one last glance before heading towards a staircase. Descending his calculated two at a time, he hit the landing and found you immediately.

You weren’t very good at hiding, he thought.

You only stood by the fridge, with your back to a counter, and had your face buried into your hands.

Weighing his steps so they would make a gentle sound, he padded past you to grab a glass from a nearby cabinet.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you rise, not startled, and peer at him between fingers.

He patted himself on the back for avoiding scaring you and didn’t bother to indulge your worries.

Instead, he went to the fridge and got the pitcher from there, where the opened door gave you privacy. “Want a drink?”

He’d gotten this for you, but he could easily sip on it himself if you said no.

“Um… sure…” You mumbled.

You didn’t sound confident, but he poured a glass of water, metering the top so it wouldn’t spill.

People always forgot to give it that line of berth.

Replacing the jug, Donnie slipped his hand on top of the fridge door and counted out several seconds before closing it. It was another sign for you and once his threshold seven had been met, he let the door go and straightened with the glass in hand.

It sloshed lightly but was nowhere near spilling.

Another mental score for him and held the drink out to you.

You were slow to take it. “Did… they send you to… kick me out?”

He found you outlandish.

You spoke like Mikey, in a way. You always piped up with something honest, albeit ridiculous. The only difference was, where he’d long learned to give up on Mikey’s train of thought because it always took tracks he never quite understood, you, however, wove an obvious and nervous path. He couldn’t understand why you bothered with such absurdities if that was the case. It was as if you were compelled to take anxiety and make it tangible by giving it voice.

“No, though I do relish the thought.”

You blinked up at him with horror.

He supposed he should have pulled that punch.

It was too soon after his cruelty.

He needed a metered approach.

Cue light-hearted dialog.

He gave one tenth of a smile and leaned against the fridge. “Not you, to clarify. Of throwing someone out. I have a whole system in place for it, boot and all, but I’ve never been allowed to use it.”

“O-oh…” Your brow furrowed and you took the daintiest sip. “A real boot…?”

“Leather and steel toed.” He nodded, appreciative of his own work.

“For an intruder that’s probably bad…”

“For family though…” Donnie led you a little.

“Might be funny…? Does it…?” You gave a little kick. “… right in the butt?”

“Absolutely.” Donnie’s grin grew another tenth as your little mimed action was an endearing one.

You smiled a little more and looked at him with a bit more courage. “How… did everything go? Since… I’m not being kicked out.”

Donnie rolled his eyes. “Once again we continue the Hamato track record of not being great at telling each other things. Thankfully, with Mikey, it’s almost never a huge deal. He’s currently telling pa-pa about his new found sexuality.”

You gave a faint nod.

“He…” Donnie slowed, wondering if this was his to share or not. Finding himself an unwilling party, he figured that gave him enough grounds. “…also told us about your little tryst?”

You made a distasteful face. “Don’t call it that…”

“What would you call it?”

“Friendship…?” You tried and then pursed your lips.

“Queen platonic?” He offered.

“I don’t know.” You turned to him openly.

He liked that best.

“I was ready to be thrown out onto the street. I feel like I’m Icarus…” You tapped your glass and leaned up to stare at the fake sun in the form of overhead kitchen light. “My wings will melt and I’ll crash land back on Earth with nothing.”

“Not tonight unfortunately.” Donnie felt the tug and looked where you did.

There wasn’t much there that he didn’t already know about.

Metaphorically it held greater importance.

“You’re being a good host.”

“I’m always a good host.” Instead of moving his head, he shifted his pupil to glimpse you.

“I haven’t…” You swayed, obviously nervous over the rest of your sentence. “... gotten to see much of your good side.”

He gave a single puff of amusement. “True. Even now I’m here under nefarious purpose.”

“Oh?” You took another sip.

You weren’t afraid now.

The dialog was successful.

“I dislike visitors walking around unaccompanied.”

He would leave out the part about how he usually used cameras to track company instead.

It wasn’t an explanation he cared to give for the time being.

“Ah.” You sound like you understood which pulled his head. “The evil chaperon.”

“Did you just typecast me?” He could feel his interest pique.

“I saw it in your eyes.” You had a twinkle to yours. “When we got here you were thinking that we were violating school code. Holding hands is strictly forbidden.”

Donnie gave a genuine laugh.

What an image.

He could almost see himself as a professor down the road wearing tweed. “You have jokes. I’ll have you know you’re up against a master.”

“Is that so?” You leaned into him while looking him over as if something about his outfit would scream hilarity.

“Get into my good graces and I’ll let you in on my comedy.”

“Slapstick.” You pointed a finger from around the glass.

He arched an interested brow at your reasoning.

You did your cute kick motion again and then brought your gaze right to his. “Seems obvious.”

Putting his fist to his mouth as you’d elicited one too many laughs in a row, he chuffed. “Wrong. I consider it a challenge now to show you my highbrow brand.”

You went to raise your hands on instinct and lost grip on your glass.

In a swoop, Donnie brushed your fingers while plucking the thing from you.

You gave him a thankful bob before bringing up your hands for the comedy police to see. “I take it back! I have no idea what I’m dealing with!”

“Wise choice.” He offered you your glass.

You gave a tenth of a bow as you took it.

His grin wasn’t so easily chartable at this point.

What an odd showing.

Drinking a little more, you seemed to think of something. “What kind of movies do you like?”

Donnie had to think for a moment before realizing where you’d gotten the insinuation from. “Typecast…”

He hadn’t meant to say that bit aloud.

It didn’t seem to bother you.

“Yep.” Your smile was so resilient. “Do you watch a lot of teen movies?”

“I’ve seen a few, but we grew up on a diet of martial arts flicks and sci-fi tales.”

“Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu!” You announced proudly.

“Did you know that or were you told?” Donnie tipped a knowing eye.

Your lashes fluttered with guilt.

“I’m sure you know far more about us than I would be comfortable telling you as of yet.” Donnie leaned back, satisfied.

“Mikey really loves you all. He always talks about you. He never has a bad thing to say.”

“That is mutual…” Donnie began and gave a flick of his gaze as he thought over the end of the sentence. “To an extent.”

“Very brotherly of you.”

“Raph will be giving you the shovel talk.”

“Shovel what…?” Your glass lowered a little.

“A conversational trope. The shovel will be used to hide your body if you hurt Mikey. It’s a common threat from a protective family to a new suitor.”

You paled. “I wouldn’t-!”

The way you cut yourself off gave him pause.

He stared at you and watched a sheen glisten over your eyes.

It made him all the more uncomfortable until he felt forced to break the moment just before the tears breached. “Y/N.”

“I don’t want to!” You forced out and in doing so screwed your eyes shut to keep anything from falling.

Unfortunately, keeping one liquid up, threatened another as you forgot about your glass and it tipped dangerously forward.

Donnie shot forward to cup the bottom of it, along with your hand, to keep it from spilling.

The graze got your attention and you brought up watery doe eyes to him.

“That’s… where all this is heading. I don’t want to… I’m also too… I’m too weak to let go like I should… To put my foot down…” You shook your head.

“He never discussed how you agreed to the matter. He’s not forcing you is he?” Donnie asked, quiet.

“No, no… of course not, but it’s kind of a technicality…” You only then seemed to notice his hand supporting yours and moved to set the glass on the counter.

He felt a strange temperature differential in his palm.

“I need something from him and he needs something from me… It made sense to agree at the time, but…”

“You don’t like it.”

“I really don’t… What…?” You turned up to him with a pleading expression. “What... do you think?” As if remembering your nerves your eyes doubled in size before you begged him. “I-I understand if you don’t want to tell me! Private family business and-!“

He really wanted to put a hand over your face.

Smother that worry.

You were so flighty, but that was only your outer layer.

You kept reverting to it stubbornly and Donnie could not figure out why.

“I think he doesn’t know what he’s in for.” He went with the obvious.

You quieted as he spoke right through you.

Your expression also said you were thankful for it.

He would keep that in mind.

“We’ve all been there, crushed by a crush. Myself, a few times. It’s less than ideal.”

“It sucks.” You added with a side glance that said you knew your fair share.

He didn’t like that either.

That was strange.

Shaking himself off physically, he sighed. “As we’ve learned with Mikey though… No…” Donnie grimaced. “As Hamato’s-“ He corrected with a sneer. “-we don’t learn unless we do it the hard way. From experience! We can step in and badger each other all we want. Chain each other down if it gets really bad, but in the end, that’s how it goes. He will learn by doing. He won’t be dissuaded when he wants something.”

You nodded, seemingly assured by your time with Mikey.

Now that he could appreciate.

You were aware of somethings, even if they weren’t your own.

“We’ll run damage control if necessary. Do keep me posted.”

“I will.” You looked a little relieved.

“Y/N!!” Mikey burst into the room and swept right past Donnie as if he wasn't there.

You squeaked at his sudden appearance and he swept you up for a quick examination as if you’d been abducted.

In his rush, the younger had knocked the water glass over and Donnie watched dully as water spread over the counter and then dripped onto the floor.

Mikey was too loud and garnered too much of your attention for either of you to notice.

Sighing, Donnie went to go get a towel while Mikey went on and on about how he felt bad for leaving you before switching to tease you about falling into the purple beast’s hands.

Turning with a towel in hand, Donnie curled his fingers and gave the dullest roar to play such a part.

You giggled.

Saying something about a comfort movie, Mikey then dragged you out.

You threw one last weakened glance over your shoulder. Tossing the towel over the spill and watching it soak, Donnie wondered if the film was one he’d seen before.

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igneouswyvern · 8 months ago

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finished my replay of zestiria a few days ago and something that's been really on my mind is just how incredibly hard all of this must have been for mikleo in particular. we all know the tragedy of mikleo waiting multiple centuries for sorey to come back but what about the immediate tragedy. he literally lost zenrus right before the final showdown and then he loses sorey right after. the two people he's known as long as he can remember. both of them snatched away from him in one fell swoop. what must that have been like for him? he still has the rest of the party, but they aren't what gramps and sorey were to him. the extent to which he can emotionally lean on them for support is just not as great. so he probably had to bear most of the grief by himself. and of course he knows sorey will probably be back in some form, but he also knows it will be longer than he can imagine. lonelier than he can imagine. and what can he do while he waits? elysia isn't really elysia without gramps. without sorey. exploring ruins isn't as thrilling without sorey. seeing new places, meeting new people, adventuring? sorey is what made all that special. what can mikleo do without sorey? a thousand years is a long time.

something that's even more tragic to me is that i know mikleo would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat to help sorey. he knew the risks involved with being used by seigfried in that way and he didn't care one bit. he'd throw his life away without question if it meant sorey would be able to accomplish his goal. and instead, he's cursed to live on. muse is dead. zenrus is dead. sorey is in stasis for so long he may as well be dead. only mikleo remains, cursed to survive. cursed to walk the earth for all of eternity, cursed to lose everyone he loves. cursed to loneliness, as he waits for a day that may never come. a foil for heldalf, although this is a curse of circumstance rather than of malice. and i just. i can't imagine what that must be like. to have lived your whole life with people and then to suddenly have them all taken from you at once. how do you even go forward at that point? how can you carry on?

but he did. he waited something like a thousand years, and he never gave into his grief. he never succumbed to malevolence. he lived a hundred lifetimes, all alone, and he stayed pure and holy. and sorey really did come back for him. all that loneliness, that heartache, that waiting, was all worth it in the end. and i'm crying

#we interrupt your regularly scheduled au brainrot hell to bring you: Tragic Canon Posting #i don't really intend this to be a shipping post but they are literally so soulmates it's unbelievable #god. they make me insane #wyvern rambles #wyvern's zestyposting #tales of #tales of zestiria #mikleo #sorey #sormik #long post

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chasing-posts · 2 months ago

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I like to imagine Dai was a constant figure in Kakashi's life, and not just because of Gai.

I have scenarios in my head, of Dai saluting Kakashi in the street after he graduated the academy when he was 5/6, or when Kakashi became a chuunin Dai congratulates him on the promotion. Being a snarky/ traumatized child, and seeing how most adults are sarcastic or talk down to him about his promotion due to his age and father, I imagine Kakashi actually talks down to Dai at first. Mentions that just because he's older does not mean they are equals, and that Dai'll probably never be promoted.

Dai however, instead of being prideful or boisterous, thanks him for the "advice" Kakashi gives. And thanks him for the support. Dai explains that he would never dare to look down on a ninja who outranks him. He knows Kakashi earned that promotion and that he looks forward to be in the presence of such a spectacular ninja.

Kakashi is... confused. And a bit weirded out by Dai but... thankful? Keeps to a professional relationship where like Gai, he sometimes watches Dai from afar. Watches him give 100% into every day, no matter the mission. And sees him mean comments wash off his back like water off a duck's back. And in comparison to his own father, who could not handle the harsh critism and scrutiny, watching Dai walk through all that publec scrutiny with eas and with his head held high is...commendable. Even cool.

I also like to imagine Dai one day was by Kakashi 's house while looking for a lost cat, and noticed his chickens were not fed that day/ the yardwork/ outside of his house was a little shabby. So he feeds the chickens, cleans their coup and gathers their eggs, before he cleans up the front of the house a little. Maybe fixes a minor repair before heading off, since he knows Kakashi was away for a mission and that he must be busy/ too young to know how to fully take care of a house. So he decides to make a detour to feed the chickens every day, until Kakashi returns.

Kakashi finds out its him right away because Dai has a recognizable scent and he confronts him on why he was near his house while he was away. Dai simply explains he meant no harm, and just didn't want Kakashi's chickens to die while he was away, or for their eggs to go bad. He's sorry to intrude on his home though and will avoid doing so in the future if Kakashi insists. Instead, Kakashi asks about the small home repair Dai did...and if he knew how to fix leaky faucets too.

And so, Dai starts coming over and helps Kakashi with some home repair. Kakashi tries to pay him for the man's services, but Dai is simply unable to take money from a child and says its his neighborly duty, and asks Kakashi to accept some challenges from his son more often instead, and to never let their eternal rivalry lose its spark.

I think a final turning point happens when one of Kakashi's chickens, his FAVORITE chicken to be precise, gets sick and he's not sure what to do. He ends up calling Dai who after examining her, finds out she is egg bound. Kakashi starts to think this is it and its time to kill her, but Dai stops him and with some quick thinking, he's able to help the chicken and get her to lay the eggs that were clodding her system, and keep Kakashi from doing something he regrets.

Its the first time Kakashi ever hugs him, before letting go all embarrassed!

From there on, Dai's a constant figure in Kakashi's life. Helping him with household repairs, cooking him a meal and leaving it in the fridge when he's away on long missions so he doesn't have to cook on his return, and telling him fun stories every time they meet. Dai becomes a cool figure in Kakashi's eyes, not for his ninja status, but for his resiliance and kindness. And in the end it helps him make a closer bond with Gai too.

In the end its just nice to imagine Kakashi having such a kind uncle figure in his life, who loves him like a second son.

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ladysarai · 2 months ago

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happy writing! :D

....I cannot believe this fic happened. Sorry not sorry.

~*~

“What’s wrong with him?” Ariadne asks, irritation and hurt in her voice, watching Arthur stalk out of the hotel room they’re using as a base.

“It’s not us, pet,” Eames tells her, calm and patient and utterly unperturbed by the explosion of temper they’d just witnessed.

She huffs, returning to her drafts with vicious intent, feeling like her emotions are boiling under her skin. “Well, something crawled up his ass today,” she finally snaps, unable to keep herself in check. “And if it’s not us, then it’s not okay for him to take it out on us.”

Eames doesn’t say anything at first, and when she finally can’t take his silence anymore, she looks at him and finds him watching her contemplatively. He holds up a hand before she can snap at him, and she swallows it back, scowling instead. Finally, he says, “Today is Mal’s birthday. Was.”

Ariadne blinks at that, and she remembers Arthur’s face, during the Fischer job, the surprise and hurt when he said “she’s dead,” and the look in his eyes, the deep sadness of “she was lovely.” She thinks of the only other time she’s ever seen Arthur lose his temper like he had today, and realizes it was with Cobb, during the Fischer job–”what, with Mal? ‘Cause that worked so good?”

“Oh,” she says finally. Eames is still watching her, reading her reaction, watching her assemble the puzzle pieces. “I didn’t–I know he knew her. I didn’t know they were close.”

There’s a strange, unreadable expression that crosses Eames’s face at that, and a long moment before he speaks. When he does, Ariadne feels a little like the world has tilted on its axis.

“She was his sister.”

~*~

It doesn’t make sense. The puzzle pieces don’t slide together neatly, and Ariadne can’t find a way to manipulate them in a way that works.

Once she gets past the initial hurt feelings and indignation over the fact that no one said one thing during the entirety of the Fischer job (or after), she has to acknowledge that she actually doesn’t know all that much about Arthur’s personal life.

She knows even less about Mallorie Cobb (nee Miles; she only knows that because she went to see Dr. Miles after she returned from LA and saw a picture of her in his office along with children’s drawings for “Grampa” on the bulletin board). She knows what happened to her. She knows about Cobb’s guilt, and what his mind twisted her into, and she knows that what she knows is all filtered through him and his memories, and it isn’t enough.

Ariadne remembers insisting, over and over, that Cobb needed to tell Arthur about Mal, about what he was burying, and now she thinks–of course. Of course Cobb wouldn’t want to tell Arthur what he’d done to Mal, what he was then doing to his memories of her. She thought she was seeing more than anyone else, but maybe she was looking right into the sun and not seeing it.

She promised Eames that she wouldn’t bother Arthur about this–not now, not yet. But she never promised not to try to find out what she can. Google is only so helpful; Arthur is a lost cause. She tried looking him up after they first met, but the name she knows for him is clearly an alias, and no matter how hard she’s tried, she hasn’t been able to find any records or trace of him. (She knows now that he, along with Eames, were involved in those early military experiments he once told her about. She can only imagine that being part of a top secret military experiment must contribute to having an ungoogleable past, and she really isn’t keen on getting herself on some Homeland Security watch list.) She tries googling “Arthur Miles” now, but it’s useless.

She looks up Dr. Miles instead; Stephen Miles, professor of architecture at a long list of prestigious universities. She finds lists of his books and published articles, and reads about how he lives in Paris with his wife Marie, where they raised their daughter, Mallorie.

So Ariadne looks up Mal, using both names, Miles and Cobb. She discovers that Mal had a doctorate–a Ph.D. in neuropsychology, which is not something she ever would have been able to guess based on Cobb’s memories of her. There are lists of her own published articles, most of them related to dreams and dreaming. This was Mal; this was the kind of woman who would marry Dominic Cobb, who would experiment on dream levels with him and follow him to Limbo, who would stay there with him for over fifty years.

Ariadne reads several of her articles, and wishes she could have met the real woman, the one who wrote them.

No matter how much she researches, how much she reads, Ariadne still can’t find the missing piece to her puzzle. She can’t figure out how Arthur fits into the puzzle of Mal, of Mal and Cobb. She can’t fit “ah, so you’ve met Mrs.Cobb” and “she was lovely” with sister and brother.

~*~

Ariadne sets the mystery aside, but she doesn’t forget. She thinks about calling Cobb and asking him, but something stops her. She would rather ask Arthur, but for some reason, she doesn’t. They finish that job (Arthur apologizes the next day for his outburst, and no one says anything about why–and she doesn’t ask), and they keep in touch via email and texts until they work on another job together. She doesn’t ask about it at that job, either.

It’s a good seven months and two jobs later that Ariadne finds herself alone in a rented office space with Arthur and Eames. She’s building a 3-D model of the dream layout, carving into cardboard with an x-acto knife, when Eames announces that he’s going to go pick up lunch. He asks if she wants to come with, but she declines and gives him her sandwich order.

It isn’t until he’s closing the door behind him that she realizes two things. First, he never asks Arthur what he wants; he just always seems to know what to bring him. And second–that Arthur is still sleeping, hooked up to the PASIV, testing out their chemist's newest batch of somnacin. She looks over at him, sprawled out bonelessly on the couch, his face relaxed like she never sees it when he’s awake, and a tiny voice in the back of her mind wonders if she’s ever going to learn her lesson.

Not today, apparently.

She’s across the room and hooking herself up to the PASIV before she fully allows herself to think of the potential consequences.

Arthur’s dreams are usually her favorites. He’s the most stable dreamer she knows of–according to Eames, he’s the most stable dreamer there is–and no one is better at mazes and paradoxes than Arthur.

What she falls into this time is different. There’s no crisp architecture or modern designs, no mazes, no fancy hotels or office buildings. Instead, she finds herself in the middle of a quiet city side street. There’s snow on the ground and the sky is a gunmetal gray that promises more snow in the near future. Ariadne shivers and dreams herself up a warmer coat and some gloves, looking around to try to place herself and figure out where Arthur might be.

She begins slowly walking down the block, keeping an eye out for projections. The ones she passes aren’t bothered by her, and don’t even seem to register her presence. She spots Massachusetts license plates on the cars, and the occasional Red Sox or Bruins flags on the houses she passes. Boston, maybe, or somewhere just outside–this certainly isn’t the downtown touristy part of the city she’s used to seeing on television or in movies, but there’s a realness to it that tells her this is something more than just some random dreamscape.

She sees some figures in the street and hears voices up ahead, and recognizes Arthur’s. She ducks into the alley between two houses, sneaking through a back yard or two until she can creep along the side of a house and kneel down next to a porch, keeping herself mostly hidden behind a bush.

They’re there, standing in the street, looking up at the house behind her. Arthur, hands in his coat pockets, standing next to Mal. Looking at them standing there, both in their dark clothing, matching frowns on their faces… Ariadne sees it, now. The missing piece of the puzzle slides into place neatly. She was his sister.

“Why are we here, Mal?” Arthur asks, eyes still on the house.

Mal glances over at him and gives him an enigmatic little smile. This Mal is subtly different from the Mal Ariadne remembers from Cobb’s dreams; warmer, less threatening, but her accent is the same. “You tell me, mon cher. This is your dream, remember?”

The corner of his mouth twitches in something almost a smile. “You know I hate when you get all self-aware on me.”

She puts a hand on his arm. “Ah, but you never have been good at lying to yourself, now have you, Arthur?” She begins walking toward the house, and Ariadne shrinks back against the building, huddling further behind the bush. She hears Mal walk up the porch steps and stop and after a moment, Arthur follows.

For a moment Ariadne isn’t sure what to do; she thinks that if they went inside the house, she would have heard the door, but if they’re on the porch, she doesn’t dare move in case Arthur sees her. Then she hears Arthur’s voice, and thinks maybe they’ve sat on the porch steps. “I miss you.”

“I know,” Mal says. “But this isn’t about me.”

“Sure, it is.” There’s a teasing note to Arthur’s voice that Ariadne recognizes. “You know, for a memory, you’re really not playing along very well.”

“This is not one of our happier memories. You could have picked something nicer. Certainly something warmer than Dorchester in March.”

He snorts. “I’m testing a compound. I didn’t exactly plan on a trip down this end of Memory Lane.”

“What did you plan on?”

Arthur doesn’t answer for a long time, and when he does, it doesn’t make sense to Ariadne. “I’m glad you grew up in France.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t. We should have been together.”

“Coulda, shoulda, woulda.” Ariadne has to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the way Arthur says it.

“I could have protected you.”

Arthur laughs at that, not unkindly. “Mal, I was fine. You were there when I really needed you. Besides, you and Dad would have been like oil and water. I’m pretty sure none of us would have survived.”

“Dom and I will have beautiful children,” Mal announces, and there’s something about her cadence that tells Ariadne that this is Memory!Mal. “And if we ever divorce, I will make sure the children stay together and have the chance to know both of their parents. Even if Dominic does not deserve my benevolence.”

“Fuck, I forgot you said that,” Arthur sighs.

Mal laughs, bright and cheerful, and Ariadne’s heart aches for reasons she can’t name. She thinks she’s heard enough, so she creeps carefully back the way she came and waits until she’s far from Arthur’s childhood home before she kicks herself out of his dream.

Ariadne never tells anyone what she saw, and decides she would rather wait for Arthur to confide in her than go poking about in any more dream memories.

#i don't even know #writing prompts #writing meme #picture prompt #arthur inception #mal cobb #arthur and mal #inception #can't add more tags because SPOILERS #i have no explanation #ariadne inception #eames is here for like a hot second

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torukmaktoskxawng · 8 months ago

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through thick and thin

Pairing: Teylan/Gn!Sarentu!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for AFoP. Panic attacks, angst, trauma, mentions of grooming and abuse.

A/n: Another short idea I wrote up while playing AFoP

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @taronyuhunter

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He couldn't stop shaking.

The guilt and dread in his gut were too overbearing, clogging his lungs, and making it impossible to breathe. Every inch of his body shakes from adrenaline and fear, the weight of his actions crushing his chest.

Teylan has had panic attacks before, but this was the worst one.

And he wasn't sure if hearing your voice over the radio made it better or worse.

"Teylan? It's me."

Of course, it's you. You, the one who was closest to his age among the Na'vi children at TAP.

You, who stuck by his side whenever Mercer had beaten him.

You, who he had to wrap his little body around at night after losing Aha'ri when you were kids, terrified that he'd wake up and lose you, too.

You, who always brought something back for him from your travels to multiple clans, trying to help him get accustomed to your new way of life.

You, whose voice was full of concern and desperation, as you continued to talk through the radio when you didn't get a verbal response.

"Teylan. Talk to me. Where are you? I can come and bring you back to the Resistance."

He gulped in a small bit of air, realizing he had only been shakily breathing into the radio instead of speaking all his thoughts out loud, "No... Not there."

"Okay," you, ever the calming negotiator, tried to ease him into a sense of security, even without being able to see him, "Where do you want to go?"

"It doesn't matter," Teylan forces out even with tears running down his cheeks, "Nothing matters now."

"Everyone's worried about you, Teylan. I'm worried about you."

He bites back a sob, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest, "They're gonna be angry. You'll hate me, too. I did this."

"You can't blame yourself," you whispered gently through the radio, only strengthening his guilt.

Another sob shatters through him, "But I am to blame. He said nobody would die. He said."

"Who said?"

He couldn't help it, he kept talking, unable to stop spilling out all his sins, "We talked on my radio. He told me we could be together again. Like a family. And so, I told him when the party was happening."

"Wait. Mercer?" You finally realize what Teylan was trying to say, and he winced when he heard the tone of quiet disbelief in your voice, "You told Mercer things about us?"

"He needed to know when to arrive, so he could keep the soldiers away."

It wasn't an excuse. He just needed to reason with himself into believing this was all just some misunderstanding, or better yet, just a bad dream. He wasn't trying to convince you, just himself. He needed to feel convinced that he wasn't about to lose you for his betrayal.

"Let me come get you." 'To take you back to the people you betrayed.'

He wasn't sure if you actually said that or he imagined it. Nevertheless, it burned through his chest like a bullet, eyes widening with the most terrifying realization. He lost you. He lost you... helostyouhelostyouhelostyou--

"No. I don't belong there anymore. I have nobody now."

"Teylan? Teylan!"

He cut off the call.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months ago

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this was supposed to be csm oc but just imagine this, (f)reader is a half human half devil (hybrid) and is fighting for human side. She is having a contract with love devil so if she sense pain and suffering from romantically/platonic relationships between humans she gets stronger and it shows on her phone battery that changes its percentage of how much she has energy for attacks on her heart. But she is aphathetic, can barely remember how human emotions feel like since she lost a feeling of them when she became hybrid at 8 years old when her dad sell her soul. In hybrid form she grows claws instead of her fingers and get her teeth sharp (like mileena from mortal kombat) so she wins against god ( apollo, hades and thor) she gets her humanity back and doesn’t kill them, she just starts crying mindlessly and falls into their arms as they hugged on floor of the arena (continue however you desire!)

-It was odd for you, seeing people smiling, you weren’t sure why they were doing that, as you hadn’t had any emotions for years now, losing them when you were only a child, after your father, bastard of a man, sold your soul, to turn you into what you are today.

-Many called you a hybrid, but other names you were more well known by was monster, or creature, or demon. You were only half demon, a devil to be precise, which is what your father wanted when he sold your soul, to make you into a powerful weapon to do his bidding.

-Too bad you didn’t see eye to eye with him and the first time you changed, your teeth growing to a massive size, your nails sharpening, turning your visage into something not of this world, you took your revenge in your last act of emotion that you could recall, in a fit of rage, killing your father.

-It had been many years since then and now that you were in Valhalla, having been killed on Earth, something you thought was a release, you were almost disappointed if you had to put a word to the feeling, that you weren’t finally free.

-You were treated much better in Valhalla, not being treated as a monster, but most left you alone, not bothering with you, which let you live in peace for many years.

-You were able to feed in this new world, as you fed on emotions, negative emotions in relationships, both romantic and platonic, something that was a side effect of the demon you were ‘blessed’ by, a love demon.

-There was plenty of meals to go around, especially with the gods, as there was so much animosity, mainly with Zeus and his wife Hera, whom you learned was his sister, but you chose to ignore that, in favor of the massive meals they were providing you in their fights.

-When Ragnarok was announced, Brunnhilde approached you to fight for humanity, and when you asked her, your voice devoid of emotions, “Why would I help those who did this to me?” she just smiled, taking your hands in her own, showing no fear, “Because I know that you can do it.”

-Her praise and faith in you did help change your mind, as it wasn’t often you met someone like that, and it made you feel warm inside.

-Brunnhilde provided you with a phone, to track your power in the fight, so you wouldn’t burn out or risk any damage to yourself, which would show a meter on how much negative energy you had.

-Your opponent, (Love), was stunned to see you there, ready to fight, as many knew about you, about what your father did to you, and knowing full well what you changed into when you got serious.

-Your fight with (Love) was intense, the crowds loving it, seeing the carnage, but the humans, who were cheering for you, were quick to jeering you, calling you a monster once you changed into your hybrid form, flashing your nails and fangs at (Love), looking like a demon.

-While their negative energy was filling you, (Love) could see that you looked heartbroken, at least to him, your eyes looked so sad, hearing so many calling you such cruel names, something Brunnhilde was quick to stop, “Y/N is fighting for all of you- if you want to get out there and risk your life for others who will jeer you like this, then be my guest! I’ll pull Y/N out right now!”

-Being called on their two-faced nature quickly had shut the crowds up, something you did appreciate and soon you heard cheers again, from children of all things, telling you to do your best!

-(Love) was stunned when you managed to knock him back after hearing these cheers, your hand shooting down to pierce him through his skull before you stopped, just millimeters from his eye, stunning all.

-(Love) looked up at you, to question why you stopped, to freeze, seeing you in tears, showing emotions as you felt so overwhelmed, hearing the children cheering for you.

-He was quick to realize that you weren’t a fighter, you never have been, but you were forced to fight, for survival.

-You didn’t realize you were crying until he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing a tear away as his eyes softened, trying so console you as you slowly sank to your knees, your emotions, which you thought you had long thrown away, but they were only locked away, deep inside you, finally broke.

-(Love) pulled you into his arms, realizing that damage that had been done to you, and stood, pulling you into his arms, demanding this tournament be stopped, as it wasn’t right, as gods, those who have powers, to no do right by those who looked to them, and still look to them.

-Many were upset, seeing the fight being called off, before they had to sit and realize (Love’s) words were true, that this wasn’t right for humanity to fight for their survival like this, when that’s all they’ve ever done throughout history.

-(Love) held you close, taking you to the infirmary, despite him being a bit more roughed up than you were, as you were surprisingly a powerful fighter, or at least you fought well, as you weren’t a fighter, you were a survivor. One he was now going to protect, like how you should have been from the very beginning.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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pocketramblr · 11 months ago

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AU with bio dad all might where Inko dies during child birth and because of how busy he is in hunting down AFO, along with the safety concerns. All Might gives temporary custody of Izuku to Gran.

1- Toshinori is crushed. He might have been able to suggest Inko take Izuku and hide, but he can't stand to send their baby away alone with nothing, no way of knowing if it's actually safer, nada. Gran thought he might, but when he enters the room and sees how Toshinori is holding the newborn, he knows he won't. Toshinori kisses Izuku's forehead and says he's going to be staying with his grandfather for a bit, but his dad will be back as soon as he can.

2- Toshinori doesn't visit. He didn't go to Gran's house before, not since the day after graduation when he left for the airport, and he won't do it now that AfO could be watching. But he does call. Izuku knows the sound of his father's voice over the phone, knows Gran calls him 'Toshinori', knows there is something he has to do before he can return. When he's little, he imagines a hero, then an astronaut, then a vigilante, then an important businessman, then a researcher. His dad doesn't talk much about his job, always sounds so tired by it, always so eager to hear about his days instead, or maybe tell him about his mom.

3- After the potato smashing, Gran leaves Izuku in the care of a neighbor (she delivers groceries when he's too tired to walk and get some, and her son's a hero Izuku adores, he'll be safe with both of them for a couple hours) and goes to the hospital as Sir and Toshi argue about retirement. He reminds Toshinori that the custody was supposed to be temporary. Sir asks what he's talking about and gets kicked out of the ward. "You weren't arguing back about it as strongly as I thought you would. You lose your stubbornness too?" Gran asks. Toshi sighs, leans his head against the wall, and admits that he wants so badly to go to Gran's, grab Izuku, and vanish for a decade, make up for lost time. But he can't give up on saving people. But he wants so badly to have his family, its all that's been pushing him through years of twenty hour workdays. But people could die, would die, if he did that.

Gran hums, and says Izuku'll be so thrilled to finally see his dad in person. Almost as excited as he'll be to find out his dad is All Might.

Then he hands Toshinori two tickets to I-island, and leaves for his own vacation. (being a single parent is hard)

4- Toshi meets Izuku, and explains on the plane who he is and why he was gone for years- a very brief overview of it, anyway. Izuku keeps pinching himself. Toshi cries in David's arms for a while. Izuku and Melissa hit it off. Izuku asks if he can be a quirkless hero, and Toshi, getting David's pointed looks, says maybe, but he'll have to practice a lot. It really is like a dream, and when its time to go back, Izuku almost asks if they can stay- instead he says 'come back' and Toshi agrees they'll visit, wonders if Izuku will want to attend the academy there for high school, but Izuku wants to be a hero. On their return, Toshi, Gran, and Izuku have to resettle awkwardly around each other, but manage. Toshi brought back support equipment Dave made him, similar to what helped him in college manage his power. He cuts back on hours too, and the HPSC assumes its all because of his injuries.

5- While the rule has been changed to allow it for a couple of years, Izuku is the first quirkless student admitted to the UA Hero Course. No one else from his middle school got in, so its all alone and making new friends, but he manages. He's exited. His dad and grandpa are exited.

Then, during lunch a few days into the school year, Izuku gets a call. It's weird in the middle of the day, but he picks up- "Hey dad, what's up?"

It is not his father's voice that responds. "Huh, 'dad'?"

Izuku freezes, unsure who this scratchy, younger voice could be. Uraraka asks him if he's ok. He hangs up, breathing faster, and calls Gran. - "Someone got dad's phone and i answered and-" / "Hold on kid, let me see if he just forgot it at his desk and- shit there's been a break in at the tower. Izuku, go to Nedzu's office right now and stay there. One of us will call him, don't answer your phone to anyone. Go."

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 day ago

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“I can’t imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing… going through death alone.”

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

New Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - 8x6 "Confessions" through mid-season finale Speculation: “I can’t imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing… going through death alone.”

Chapter 5 is now available on AO3.

“I can’t imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing… going through death alone.”

Fic Summary: Eddie feels completely alone, he isolates himself and the weight of it causes him to slip into a deep depression. Once he accepts the fact that he’ll die alone, he has a decision to make regarding his life. Buck finally gets clarity about his relationship status and once he does, realization sets in and he becomes frustrated that he didn’t see it coming. Will they finally figure out they’re each other’s person before it’s too late?

Currently 5 of 7 chapters completed: 72.6K Words; Rated: Teens and Up Audiences

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 5 of Buck and Eddie talking while they're sitting on the beach.

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Eddie confesses, “She asked me for a… divorce.”

The silence between them is deafening as they allow his words to surround them.

As his confession reverberates inside of Buck’s mind, he takes a moment to review them then he tries to decide the best way to respond. After he does, he asks, “Ok. What um… did you say?”

“Honestly, I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t wrap my head around it.”

Buck slowly nods as he attempts to process the information. Back then, he wasn’t sure why Eddie was so dead set on reconnecting and recommitting his life to a woman who showed him many times she didn’t want to be there. Eddie said he was already reluctant to let her back into Chris’ life then he did but that was after she showed up at the station unannounced and loudly said in front of him and Chimney, they were sleeping together. A few days later, when he mentioned it to Chimney, he said it wasn’t any of their business, so he dropped it.

He’s not sure what he should say but instead of spiraling, he chooses to reply with the only thing he can think of. “You uh… said she suggested it but did you want a divorce?”

Eddie sighs and takes a moment to determine the best way to respond. He figures he should easily be able to say it but once the words come out of his mouth, they’ll be real and he’s not sure he’s ready to face that. “I—I… ok, here’s the thing. The only reason why I was trying so hard to get our family back together was because she told me she was pregnant.”

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie’s avoiding conversations with everyone at the 118 to prevent having to talk about how lonely he feels. On the other hand, Buck excitedly prepares to spend a romantic weekend with his boyfriend only to learn something he should already know.

Chapter 2 - Eddie appears to be happy whenever he’s at work but the truth is he’s masking his high-functioning depression with smiles and laughter. After another call with Chris, he falls deeper into depression and for the second time since he’s been living in L.A., he considers risking it all because he has nothing to lose. Since Buck’s got clarity on his non-existent romantic relationship, his fear of being left behind resurfaces and it causes him to spiral and he thinks he’s lost everything. In his search for answers to his relationship problems, he starts asking the questions he should have asked years ago.

Chapter 3 - Both Buck and Eddie experience déjà vu numerous times over the course of three days and during those encounters, Buck’s reminded of his own definition of love while defining moments from Eddie’s past resurface and he finally forces himself to confront them.

Chapter 4 - As Eddie hits rock bottom, he has a difficult time trying to pull himself back up and Buck does what he always does, he never gives up.

Chapter 5 - Buck’s inside Eddie’s home and he’s standing right in front of him explaining he’s here to help. Eddie’s happy to see him and he’s finally ready to make several confessions about the things that have been happening and the way he’s been feeling.

Chapter 6 - Will be posted soon.

Chapter 7 - Will be posted soon.

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Read: chapters 1 - 5 are available on AO3.

Continue reading on AO3

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #“I can’t imagine anything more painful than going through life alone. Except maybe one thing… going through death alone.”#Chapter 5 is now available on AO3 #Chapter 6 will be posted soon.#Season 8 speculation fanfic #8x6 “Confessions” through mid-season finale Speculation #anti helena diaz fanfic #anti tommy kinard fanfic #anti bucktommy fanfic #Eddie's depressed and Buck's spiraling

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loki-is-my-kink-awakening · 6 months ago

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Tell Me Some Things Last

Mobius & Sylvie (and Lokius at the end). Rated T. Angst, healing, friendship, minor references to self-harm, happy ending.

Mobius is paralyzed by his grief after Loki sacrificed himself to save the multiverse. It will take Sylvie helping him to face his emotions to give him his own happy ending.

Mobius couldn’t tear himself away from watching Don tidy up the front lawn after his kids had run havoc through the place. It was a life he hadn’t known, and even though he knew he could ask Sylvie to show him the memories if he wanted to, it wouldn’t change the fact he had a gaping hole in his heart. Looking back at his previous life was painful in a numbing kind of way. It was like his emotions were stuck somewhere within his body, unable to go anywhere. Tendrils of ancient grief floated along the surface but when he tried to grab hold, they slipped through his fingers and sank into the depths once more. He was weighed down by it, and yet it paled into insignificance at how much his heart ached from losing Loki. In all his time at the TVA—however long it actually was—he had never been close to anyone. Then Loki had arrived and he’d begun to feel again, to experience something within him: a hope, possibilities for the future. Now all he had was the tattered remains of his heart. “I wish I was with you,” he sighed, looking down at the ground and scraping his shoe up and down the sidewalk. The sun had been shining since he’d arrived here, reminding him of how another Loki had told his brother they would find their happy ending eventually. If only his Loki had been able to have one. Instead, he was trapped at the end of time sacrificing himself to outwit yet another egomaniac intent on removing choice from others. It should be embarrassing how often these things seemed to happen in the multiverse. They were an almost constant, just as Lokis were destined to lose. He knew Loki hadn’t wanted to be alone, and neither had Mobius. The only difference between them was that he could be surrounded by people if he wanted to; Loki was cut off from everyone. Mobius had never met He Who Remains, only a variant—and from what Loki had said, Timely was nothing like him—but he knew he had controlled everything and decided their fates, no matter how cruel or sweet. He’d been a dictator, an enslaver, and a tyrant. But he’d also lived a solitary life at the end of time with only Miss Minutes for company, and that would be enough to send anyone insane. Mobius knew loneliness, but he couldn’t imagine not being able to numb and escape it. When he’d had nothing but endless reports to wade through, never-ending detail to get lost in, it had been easier to cope with the scars he wore. The TVA hadn’t been a good place. He hadn’t been a good man while he was in it. He’d done terrible things as a hunter until his conscience refused to let him do it any longer, and then he had done ghastly things as an analyst by helping find variants when they went rogue. He’d once told Loki he was born to cause pain and suffering and death, but the truth was Mobius’ own role in the world had been to do the exact same thing to billions. He reached up and slipped a finger inside the sleeve of his shirt, rolling it across the silvery marks on his skin. In his worst moments, it had been a way to cope with the soul crushing pain of having taken people’s lives from them, until he’d sunk so low he almost felt nothing anymore. Above him, the sun was setting and he knew it was time to move on. He’d stood here for hours and now the curtains in Don’s house were being drawn and it was time to go. If only his feet could move from this spot. It took another flash of a timedoor and that same hand patting him on his shoulder to finally tear his gaze away. “Come on,” Sylvie said softly. “I think that’s enough. It’s time you had a drink.”

For @insert-witty-user-name-here. I hope you like it. 💕

Prompt fill for @lokiusbingo | wounded.

For anyone who has read the snippet and wants more, you can read the full fic on Ao3.

#mobius #sylvie #loki #lokius #mobius m mobius #sylvie laufeydottir #loki series #loki tv #marvel #mcu #my fics #my fic

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sakebytheriver · 2 years ago

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Community is a Chekhov play and the gun that foreshadows the ultimate tragedy of the Greendale study group is in the Dean's first speech with his missing card,

"Many of you are halfway through your first week here at Greendale, and as your dean, I thought I would share a few thoughts of wisdom and inspiration. What is community college? Well, you've heard all kinds of things. You've heard it's a loser college for remedial teens, 20-something dropouts, middle-aged divorcees, and old people keeping their minds active as they circle the drain of eternity. That's what you heard... However, I wish you luck! ... Okay, you know... Oh-oh. Okay, there's more to this speech. There's actually a middle card that is missing."

That middle card is Community's equivalent of Chekhov having a character hold a gun in the first act. The card is never found just the same way the study group never really escapes Greendale as anything but what the dean describes them as in his speech, the missing card is their potential, lost to time, lost to incompetence, lost on the Greendale campus never to be found again. Troy never really graduates instead becoming the epitome of remedial teens running from the world by literally floating through it on a boat, Britta remains stuck at Greendale a twenty something dropout unable to get a degree but also unable to leave and in the original draft of the pilot the dean even adds an aside that the dropouts are "crawling their way back to society" an acomplishment Britta never reaches by the end of the series, Shirley never becomes more than a middle aged divorcee with a husband that came crawling back only to leave her once again losing herself in Louisiana to play nursemaid to a man she just met, and Pierce dies the same way he lived depressed, gross, broken, and alone. Jeff, Annie, and Abed don't have equivalencies in the speech that appears in the pilot, but Annie is given an aside in the original draft in the same moment as Troy, being labeled "a young person who couldn't get into a university" and she never does make it to a real university. In the end, Annie and Abed are the only two given endings that can be read as happy, she leaving for the FBI Academy and he leaving for film school in Los Angeles, the only two able to escape the Greendale purgatory for supposedly greener pastures, but Annie's ending is to become a cog in the system, a cog that would have happily sent her younger self to jail for the rest of her life for an addiction beyond her control finally reaching the lofty goal she thought she must reach as the small overachiever Annie came to Greendale as, finally able to grow up and be a big girl. Maybe her ending was happy or maybe it was just another form of corruption. Perhaps Abed Nadir is the only one whose ending is truly everything he ever wanted, but he goes to film school alone, he reaches his dream far away from all of the people who loved him, the only people who ever loved him, Abed Nadir ends the series the same way he entered it, the same way they all entered it, alone. And of course, Jeff Winger, the man who wanted to stay at Greendale for the shortest timeframe he could possibly achieve is now stuck there, dedicated his life to teaching there, to fixing the broken school that somehow fixed him and broke him even more left watching everyone else leave him behind.

The missing card, the one that could have told them all what they could be, what they could have acheived at Greendale is never found, but it comes back in the third act in the form of Season 7, the cutaways the group comes up with in the finale of what their season 7 could look like, the missing potential that notecard used to have now inside they're own minds and as Jeff pulls the trigger, fires the only bullet left in the chamber and begs the others to please just stay with him, to stick around and make the idealic season 7 he has created in his own imagination, the gun backfires and explodes in his own hand as reality comes crashing down to steal that last bit of hope he had left

"The plays that Chekhov wrote were not complex, but easy to follow, and created a somewhat haunting atmosphere for the audience."

This quote from Chekhov's wikipedia stands out to me in a way that perfectly describes a modern sitcom and I feel it especially fits with the atmosphere Community created. It was funny, it was broken, it was irreverent, and it was goofy, but it's a show that has haunted me for years, has haunted the entire fanbase for seven years demanding a movie until the powers that be finally gave in

E. J. Dillon thought "the effect on the reader of Chekhov's tales was repulsion at the gallery of human waste represented by his fickle, spineless, drifting people" and R. E. C. Long said "Chekhov's characters were repugnant, and that Chekhov revelled in stripping the last rags of dignity from the human soul".

And these quotes, while they were striking at Chekhov's work in a disparaging way, they just make me think of the characters from Community. Is there a better description for the Greendale 7 than a group of fickle, spineless, drifting, repugnant people stripped of their last rags of dignity? Chekhov was known for being able to capture the specific sadness of an ensemble of depressed codependents trapped in the utter monatony of a working class sedentary life and his popularity was credited to his, "unusually complete rejection of what we may call the heroic values." There are no heroic values in any of the Greendale 7, they are a group of flawed indivudals who come together to create a flawed Community. The Greendale 7 don't have a perfect happy ending, the last moments of Community don't fall into place the way you want a feel good sitcom about a group of friends to end. The ending is bittersweet and broken, a show that shambled on for more seasons than anyone ever believed it could hemoraging cast members along the way feeling like it had died many years before it actually ended, but Abed delivers a speech about the nature of TV and you're crying and you're smiling and when they all leave for the last time with a tight hug that feels like the earth is shattering you're launched into one last self aware fourth wall breaking gag that jolts your emotions before credits roll and they're the last credits that play for the entire show and you don't know if that was an ending or if you should wait for something else.

Virginia Woolf mused on the unique quality of a Chekhov story in The Common Reader (1925):

"But is it the end, we ask? We have rather the feeling that we have overrun our signals; or it is as if a tune had stopped short without the expected chords to close it. These stories are inconclusive, we say, and proceed to frame a criticism based upon the assumption that stories ought to conclude in a way that we recognise. In so doing we raise the question of our own fitness as readers. Where the tune is familiar and the end emphatic—lovers united, villains discomfited, intrigues exposed—as it is in most Victorian fiction, we can scarcely go wrong, but where the tune is unfamiliar and the end a note of interrogation or merely the information that they went on talking, as it is in Tchekov, we need a very daring and alert sense of literature to make us hear the tune, and in particular those last notes which complete the harmony."

Community ends not with a bang but a whimper and a broken note that makes you question what happens next, where do they go from there, what scene fits here in the script, is this truly the end or just where the writer put down his pen. It's a Chekhov play written in six seasons and soon to be a movie

In the end, the tragedy of Community is literally written on the cards

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